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Let Do It Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Wayne
From Album: No Ceilings
Written by: Dwayne Carter, Leland Tyler Wayne
Year: 2009




Lil Wayne - Let Do It Lyrics
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(F*ck that) got T in dis bitch wit me (yeah)
5th hit the weed (you got all that shit yeah)

I got young money up and now I got my feet up
Toon in dis bitch tell my niggas throw dem b's up
Doin wat the f*ck I want hate me all the f*ck you want
Real niggas f*ck wit me and I dont give a f*ck who dont
Locked the CEO up and I'm the CEO f*ck
Prison in feburary and I aint in no rush
Drink till I throw up nigga roll mo blunts
Ball so hard man I gotta go pro once
Hit him wit the shotgun call that shit the stop button
Call me doctor car-ter aka young wild nigga
Aka no trial nigga AK click clack bow nigga
F*ckin wit the kid and you'll be missin like balow nigga
yeah swagga stupid pack a uzi
100 clips nigga thats a movie aim at yo toupe
You sweet as kool-aid creme' brulee
I'm sharp as blue ray I f*ck her today
Then she gotta skate young Lupe
I hit the beat hard bobby boucher
I keep them tools on me get the screw face
Flowers for the dead here's a bouquet
LV's nigga on every suitcase
YM nigga it's a new day
We the champions nigga hoo-ray
Hammer in the louie duff
Take a nigga bitch she give me brains until I knew enough
Bullets come too fast to adjust
I dont give a f*ck about my roof that much
So I put it in the trunk and then the coupe sped up
Take the choppa out the trunk and just shoot that up
Im weezy f and the f is for flame
Eat these rappers chef up the game
Shit on the track shit on the train
Murder the beat the beat was slain
Rest in peace thats a shame he kill anybody song
Versatile as f*ck I switch it up like dennis rodman dome
No homo you rock and roll rest in peace my styrofoam
Now they wan kno wat I be on
Get the f*ck off my dick my cock my balls
B-big money my pockets long new orleans I got my home
And they got my back pause no homo no mardi call
Smokin on that private grown it put me were I belong
All about my cheese cheddar mozarella provolone
F*ck her for a hour long let her take a shower gon'
Sorry baby but I'm in my I don't wan' be by the zone
yeah hah you're a groupie get on yo duty
Two women give me head call that two face
Bitch I'm too great take ya food tray I was born on doomsday
Uh a-aint no nigga like me
Whats up to my gang big b's like a brightland
Take a nigga bitch she ride my dick like she cyclin'
Then she can't walk run or jump like white men
F-f*ck you niggas wan' do
No ceilings let the bullets rain on you
Weezy f the f is for f*ck what you goin thru
Make ya people mourn you haha okay lets do it
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(F*ck that) got T in dis bitch wit me (yeah)
5th hit the weed (you got all that shit yeah)

I got young money up and now I got my feet up
Toon in dis bitch tell my niggas throw dem b's up
Doin wat the f*ck I want hate me all the f*ck you want
Real niggas f*ck wit me and I dont give a f*ck who dont
Locked the CEO up and I'm the CEO f*ck
Prison in feburary and I aint in no rush
Drink till I throw up nigga roll mo blunts
Ball so hard man I gotta go pro once
Hit him wit the shotgun call that shit the stop button
Call me doctor car-ter aka young wild nigga
Aka no trial nigga AK click clack bow nigga
F*ckin wit the kid and you'll be missin like balow nigga
yeah swagga stupid pack a uzi
100 clips nigga thats a movie aim at yo toupe
You sweet as kool-aid creme' brulee
I'm sharp as blue ray I f*ck her today
Then she gotta skate young Lupe
I hit the beat hard bobby boucher
I keep them tools on me get the screw face
Flowers for the dead here's a bouquet
LV's nigga on every suitcase
YM nigga it's a new day
We the champions nigga hoo-ray
Hammer in the louie duff
Take a nigga bitch she give me brains until I knew enough
Bullets come too fast to adjust
I dont give a f*ck about my roof that much
So I put it in the trunk and then the coupe sped up
Take the choppa out the trunk and just shoot that up
Im weezy f and the f is for flame
Eat these rappers chef up the game
Shit on the track shit on the train
Murder the beat the beat was slain
Rest in peace thats a shame he kill anybody song
Versatile as f*ck I switch it up like dennis rodman dome
No homo you rock and roll rest in peace my styrofoam
Now they wan kno wat I be on
Get the f*ck off my dick my cock my balls
B-big money my pockets long new orleans I got my home
And they got my back pause no homo no mardi call
Smokin on that private grown it put me were I belong
All about my cheese cheddar mozarella provolone
F*ck her for a hour long let her take a shower gon'
Sorry baby but I'm in my I don't wan' be by the zone
yeah hah you're a groupie get on yo duty
Two women give me head call that two face
Bitch I'm too great take ya food tray I was born on doomsday
Uh a-aint no nigga like me
Whats up to my gang big b's like a brightland
Take a nigga bitch she ride my dick like she cyclin'
Then she can't walk run or jump like white men
F-f*ck you niggas wan' do
No ceilings let the bullets rain on you
Weezy f the f is for f*ck what you goin thru
Make ya people mourn you haha okay lets do it
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Writer: Dwayne Carter, Leland Tyler Wayne
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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