下载歌曲：Bugatti (Freestyle)

[Intro]
Don’t be looking for no donations
You get d*ck, then reservations
I get p-ssy, then hibernation
I start humping soon as I wake up
I woke up in some new punani (yeah)
He woke up bleeding like “who shot me?” (yeah)
I kept shooting, Boo said “you got him”
Now all we gotta go is get rid of the body
But anyway, I woke up in some new punani

[Lil Wayne]
I was drunk as a b*tch
Drunk as a b*tch but not drunk as the b*tch
I got in and shagged, a donkey in it
Junk in our trunk, hope my trunk he can fit
And she jumped on my d*ck like a monkey and sh*t
Bunk and Sea Monkey do banana clips
Shoot at them n*ggas, no camera glitch
Wax that *ss, no candles lit
And I roll with some killers, I eat with a mob
Got some sh*t built up, I keep it inside
Red in my eyes, Mount Everest high
Look dead in my eyes, see death in my eyes
The TEK on my thigh, my aim so good
I could shoot a fly or a bull in the eye
Hold up – all bullsh*t aside
A n*gga almost died, but I’m outchea
f-ck around with a real n*gga and get merked
I’ve been payin’ my dues, will I get reimbursed?
Love it when she make faces
p-ssy feel like vacation
Eat it like I’m dyin’ of starvation
I’m at the finish line, her heart racing
Giver her the view if she caucasian
My n*ggas wild as Jumanji
You can call me an SOB
‘Cause it’s skateboards over Bugattis
I used to be at Heat games with better seats than Pat Riley
Don’t stop, pop that, don’t stop, pop that ollie – Tunechi!

[Boo]
Sippin’ on dumb, puffin’ a J
Met her tonight, f-ck her today
You tuck her away, I’m f-ckin’ her face
Wine head, she’s guzzling grapes
Back shots, I’m holding her waist
Freaky, I always freak…
You know Tune my bro, but he ain’t tryna meet ya
Just bring your friend, both of us’ll eat her
Hate n*ggas who be hungry
Got a hundred shots to feed ‘em
Her panties are down, her legs is up
We finally f-cked, she starved for months
Don’t give a f-ck, still I’ll hit
Never no feelings, no love for these hoes
No flowers, we’re simple, we f-cked in the Rolls
No flowers, we’re simple, we f-cked in the Rolls
Royce – trick!
Now they mad, I told they was
b*tches’ll be lying, I did the same
Far from a square, don’t mistake me for lame
She’s suckin’ me off, I’m pokin’ her brain
She tell me keep goin’, I’m doin’ my thing
That p-ssy so wet, I’m calling it rain
I’m giving her hundreds, she’s keeping my change
I keep it a hundred, you do the same
Most women front, but who do you blame?
I gave you d*ck, you gave me p-ssy
It’s safe to say it’s an even exchange… b*tch!

[Outro: Wayne]
Don’t be giving out information
You know n*ggas still on probation
I get higher than expectations
You know this is the dedication
I’m on that kush, she on that molly
Yeah, I turn that p-ssy to Dansani
Yeah, tried out my n*gga Luca Brasi
I don’t know this hoe, so I must dash, no disguises
Tunechi – I had to Dedication 5 it…

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