Artist: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama Album: Dedication 5 Song: Pure Colombia Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Lil Wayne] Yeah... I can't trust these niggas, throw some water on 'em They tell me "Go to Hell", okay I know the owner Strip clubs gettin' old, all the strippers hoein' All these bitches think they dimes, watch me flip a coin Thank you Jesus, my dogs is off the leashes Had to leave my Spanish bitch cause she was startin' to get suspicious Tell the beef I mean business, suit and tie nigga You and all your dogs can get euthanized, nigga Trigger happy nigga, I just can't stop smilin' Thank God I'm fly, I had to thank my pilot You think you're callin' shots, you got the wrong number I love Benjamin Franklin more than his own mother Throw that pussy, throw that pussy And I don't want no throwback pussy, man fuck these pussy, ass niggas I lay back and ash Swishers, my new shoes is ass kickers She drink cum like she had hiccups; rest in peace to my last victim Ahh~! We be passin' blunts, they be passin' judgement Five blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers Uh, AK's with Chiquitas, you shell-shocked like Adidas Whoever find your body, finders keepers Yeah, it's that pure Colombia Cause soon as the bitch tasted it, her tongue was numb It's loaded, so I just let her jump the gun It's that "Dedication 5" and another one, I love it! Tunechi, yeah, free Scooter I'm out'chea, let's get it I done lost a couple hoes but I'm still a pimp This change of face on my Rollie, shout out Lil Kim Park my cars in front my house like I ain't got no garage Just lookin' for a bitch to stay down like I'm throwin' knives Mac so paid we 'bout to start callin' him Macintosh I really beat that pussy up, them niggas shadowbox These niggas sendin' threats, I'm a start sendin' hits Bring me his head so I can make sure it's him It's lonely at the top, it's lonely at the top I think I'm 'bout to jump, niggas phony as a prop Ain't nothin' on me but this chop, turn you and your homies into slop Put your brains all over the window, people passin' window shop Like uhh, this that pure Columbia It's just us, fuck the rest, we got insomnia Most likely I done fucked that bitch that's layin' under ya She said she tryin' to see me, bitch that's Stevie Wonderful You better, mind your business, hitman with a hit list YMCMB, the world is ours, seconds minutes I'm a movie motherfucker, camera man, are you gettin' this? Burnin' blunts like bridges, turn up, missin' Ahh! We out here with that clean work These niggas sellin' remix, we got clean work Kill everybody, y'all gon' need a limousine hearse You see I'm armed like a fuckin' short sleeve shirt! D5, what up five? Yeah