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“Coco”

“Cash Money is an army; I’m a one-man army/And if them ni**gas comin for me, I’m goin out like Tony (Montana)”

A lyrical blaze of gory dissing.

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“Sh!t”

“I’m a nerd, I’m a geek, I’m absurd, I’m unique/Did my time at Cash Money/Time served and released, but this agent ain’t free”

Free Weezy street campaign coming soon?

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“Dreams And Nightmares”

“If these bullets was paint balls/I could f*ck around and I could paint a house/You could tell I pimpin’ the way I hit the blunt with my pinky out/I bring wine to Amy house we smoke it out and we drank it out, and talk about these p*ssy n****s that ain’t about what Wayne about”

Smells like the business went sour.

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“Hollyweezy”

“I see way too many hoes in my future/I’m gon’ nail all them hoes/I’m Freddy Krueger/Grew up on Bun B, Pimp C was my tutor/Pimp Squad for life/Had to do this for Houston”

Wayment…

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“Coco”

“It’s compensation over conversation/Lord, I must got blurry vision/A n***a’s got two faces/Lord, this game is a vampire/Blood, you gotta protect your neck/It’ll suck you dry like raisins”

The good ‘ol days are no more.

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“U Guessed It”

“I’m sorry for the f*ckin wait/Was busy, searching my calendar for better days/I found ’em; you either turn the page or tear the page/YM, Young Money, never age/Bitch, you jealous”

Hooo!

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“Hot N***a”

“And I just started robbin’ like a week ago/Hundred diamonds on my b*tch/I don’t bling no more/200,000 for a show, you gotta speak to Po/Yeah, got me on my Young Money sh*t/No Cash Money, just Young Money sh*t/Woah, got me on my Young Money sh*t”

Hence, the mixtape’s existence.

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“Coco”

Tha Carter gon be late so I cooked up a tape/The garden’s full of snakes so I had to escape”

Yep. #FreeWeezy coming soon to a lawyer’s office near you.

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“U Guessed It”

“My CMB days are dead, I ain’t worried bout ghost/I married the mob, we divorced/And all that sh*t dead without me, of course/It’s nothin—a zombie, a corpse/You burnt yourself and was supposed to pass me the torch/F*ck it, I’ll see you in Forbes, n***a”

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

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