We Don’t lyrics

[Intro: Birdman]
Ayy, shawty, you know what I'm sayin'
Some n*ggas palms be sweatin'
Some n*ggas palms be itchy
It don't matter, a n*gga just gotta get it
You know what I'm sayin', n*gga
We built this sh*t from the ground up
n*gga, The Carter, n*gga
You know what I'm sayin'
We been around the world gettin' money n*gga
We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood
Every project, n*gga
We worldwide hustlas, n*gga (Believe that, b*tch)
You know what I'm sayin'
Let's get them n*ggas, let's ride shawty

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Indictments, got us conspiracy for murder
Five young n*ggas uptown servants
Word, they bird curvin' for servin'
Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin' out like they George Gervin
b*tch, and we was raised in these war times
Jail also made men in these hard times
And don't cry, I'ma get mines, so pray for me
I'm on the block, on the grind, mama, pray for me
So n*gga, respect my G, respect my grind
n*gga, respect how I eat, respect my mind
n*gga, respect this heat
When these n*ggas out of line, n*gga, we dress up and creep
Woah, shawty, I'ma blow they whole block
f*ckin' with a soldier, mastermind his own plot
Third-ward survivor, uptown madness
Killin' is a hobby, jackin' is a habit, b*tch
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
We don't give a fizzuck, my n*gga, we young and bizzuck
We'll f*ck a n*gga's sh*t up if n*gga is f*ckin' with us
And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherf*ckin' money, baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck, my n*gga, we young and bizzuck
We'll f*ck a n*gga's sh*t up if n*gga is f*ckin' with us
And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherf*ckin' money, baby, c'mon

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
The murder man, picture me lurkin'
Right up behind ya curtains, nine's squirtin'
And you could hear it when it's hurtin'
But if I hear him hurtin', I'll walk over and merk him for certain
I took over the circus
'Cause I'ma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface
I walk around, fo' pound and surface
To spin ya ass around in circles, you urkel
Blood run up out ya earth, now you purple
Your homeboy get hit first, but you worser
Now, you headed to the skies above
And I'm go and get high with ya b*tch in the club
Yeah, life's a b*tch and death's her husband
And you gonna have to meet him if you keep on f*ckin' her
And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on f*ckin' up
But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
We don't give a fizzuck, my n*gga, we young and bizzuck
We'll f*ck a n*gga's sh*t up if n*gga is f*ckin' with us
And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherf*ckin' money, baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck, my n*gga, we young and bizzuck
We'll f*ck a n*gga's sh*t up if n*gga is f*ckin' with us
And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherf*ckin' money, baby, c'mon

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Shoot him in his head so he remember
Because of that, mama, I'll be gone 'till November
I be back next winter in a hummer on spinners
Them n*ggas on the block say them boys gon' get 'em
But them n*ggas on the block don't know the toys come with him
Tell ya boy come and get me, if I go, he goin' with me
I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy
Ya open up ya face, I'ma open up the semi
I open up ya kidneys, now ya floatin' up the Missi-
Ssippi river, n*gga, play with deep water, now ya swimmin'
Silly, you play with me, Carter, now ya missin'
Really, I shoot ya in ya head and make you feel it
And even though I be the man with the milli's
When the sh*t go down, I be the man with the milli's
Beef cranberry on the ceilin'
This is the Carter, b*tch, welcome to my buildin', c'mon
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
We don't give a fizzuck, my n*gga, we young and bizzuck
We'll f*ck a n*gga's sh*t up if n*gga is f*ckin' with us
And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherf*ckin' money, baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck, my n*gga, we young and bizzuck
We'll f*ck a n*gga's sh*t up if n*gga is f*ckin' with us
And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherf*ckin' money, baby, c'mon

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Wish a n*gga would say something, [?]
Standin' right here, guns up, boy
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