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Lil Wayne
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Georgia... Bush
This song right here is dedicated To the President of the United States of America Y'all might know him as George Bush But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
Georgia, Georgia Georgia, Georgia Georgia, Georgia Georgia, Georgia
Now, this song is dedicated to the one wit the suit Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue So called beef wit you know who Fuck it, he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through Had the niggas sittin' on top they roofs Hurricane Katrina, we shoulda called it Hurricane (Georgia) Bush Then they tellin' y'all lies on the news
The white people smiling like everythin' cool But I know people that died in that pool I know people that died in them schools Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you gotta move Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia) They tell you what they want Show you what they want you to see But they don't let you know what's really goin' on Make it look like a lotta stealin' goin' on
All them cops is killas in my home Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street I ain't no thief, I'm just tryin' to eat Man, fuck the police and president (Georgia) Bush
So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady? Why wasn't they able to control this? I know some folk that live by the levy That keep on tellin' me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy 1965, I ain't too young to know this Young President Johnson but now it's (Georgia) Bush
We from a town where (Georgia) Everybody drowned and everybody died But baby I'm still prayin' with ya
Everybody cryin' but (Georgia) Ain't nobody tried There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush
We from a town where (Georgia) Everybody drowned and everybody died But baby I'm still prayin' with ya
Everybody cryin' but (Georgia) Ain't nobody tried There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush
Now, I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map New Orleans baby, now the White House hatin' Tryin' to wash away like we not on the map Wait, have you heard the latest? They sayin' you gotta have paper if you tryin' to come back
Niggas thinkin' it's a wrap See we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia) Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses The mayor say don't worry 'bout it
And the children have been scared No one's here to care bout 'em And lash out to all the rappers that helped out Yeah, we like it they call on y'all, but fuck President (Georgia) Bush
We see them Confederate flags, you know what it is A white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him And no he ain't gonna drop no dollas but he do drop bombs R.I.P. Tig' 'cause he died in the storm, fuck President (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound 'Cause if a nigga still movin' then he holdin' it down I had two Jags but I lost both them bitches I'm from N.O., the N.O., yeah
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com We from a town where (Georgia) Everybody drowned and everybody died But baby I'm still prayin' with ya
Everybody cryin' but (Georgia) Ain't nobody tried There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush
We from a town where (Georgia) Everybody drowned and everybody died But baby I'm still prayin' with ya
Everybody cryin' but (Georgia) Ain't nobody tried There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush
Oh yeah, you thought we was done? Naw
Yeah, money, money, money get a dollar and a dick Weezy baby that crack, muthafucka get a fix Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich 'Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist, yes
Yep, I'm a muthafuckin' trip I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams If you talkin' 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man
And the women say, 'Damn them, niggas don't say a damn thing' Boy, I bet that shorty make you bounce like a bed spring Walkin' a thin line, gotta defend mine And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb Boom!
Young Toon, yeah, that's what my people call me Fifty thousand for the cause, tryin' keep the reaper off me I drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleepwalkin' Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yeah
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly Yeah, nap nap, nap sack, three forties Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da target Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded
We done lost everythin' and you lookin' like a bargain Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant I'm the best rapper in the game no argin' (Arguing)
And I don't ever write, pause, unpause this So keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in
All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet They usually want a baller and the young nigga ballin' Mike Jordan, pardon my swag Even my father, rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family We said fuck it, bought two houses in Miami
I can't wait to do Cribs, MTV, c'mon get at me Any rapper wan' get at me, tell ya label contact me Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle? I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of Miss Cita
Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her Got a topic of this evenin', hotter than a tub steamin'
Gotcha girlfriend dreamin' of one day bein' Trina Notta sim seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer Got a white girl drivin', couldn't do it much cleaner I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin' ribbon Bitches got my name on 'em and the nigga still livin'
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks And bring me that Patrón, I don't play No ice, I like my drink straight, not gay
And bitch, that bank come everyday, I'm paid I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave no ho, I'm on that Rage Rov Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove Sorry mami, I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy baby fuck these hos Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos Price sizin' for a show and the flow So either Drama is my nigga or that boy got doe Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse
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