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I Aint Sh*t Without You
01. We Back Soon
02. Thank You
03. Execution Style
04. She Bad
05. Go Hard Round Here (Solo)
06. Navigator Man
07. Trouble Maker
08. We Back Soon (Alternate)
09. Goulish
10. Turn On The Lights (Solo)
11. S.A.S.A.R.A.F.
12. I Hate Love
13. My Birthday
14. Young Money
15. Awkwars
16. Green Yellow
17. That's What They Call Me
18. You Da Shit
19. Dear Anne
20. It's Young Money
21. Put The Light On Me
22. Put Me In The Game
23. Best Thing Yet
24. Turn My Swag On
25. One Night Only (Demo Version)
26. Time To Give Me Mine
27. When They Come For Me
28. Bust Somethin'
29. Carter Intermission
30. Crack Ya Bottle
31. Life
32. Please Say The Baby
33. Be Me
34. Ain't Got Time
35. Alphabet Bitches
36. BM JR 2
37. Bad Man
38. Cash Money Nigga
39. Don't Want You To See Me Cry
40. Fresh Blessing
41. In These Streets
42. Long Time Coming
43. Love This Fuckin' Guy
44. My Girl
45. Ridin With A Body
46. That Somebody
[Lil Wayne]
Sittin' in a Ferrari, thinking 'bout money
I swear I will go head up with all of y'all, bumper cars
Bullshit fly by me, I'm ducking all the bad vibes
Shoot you nine times just in case you got cat lives
My punchlines give you black eyes
Like like, go kill yourself Seven Pounds
I've been to hell and back, and made it back fine
Black diamonds killin' them, black on black crime
Now can I live and if I can, can I live it up?
I'mma squeeze life, just enough to fill a cup
Well, shut the f-ck up and steam the purp
Drink it all, I'm dead, so I throw some ice in it
And belch when I finish

('cuse me, 'cuse me)

[Hook]
I heard you got that good, ready for the take-off
Fire up that wood, let the jets blast off
To another World, right next to that white moon
Fly in the sky, tell em we'll be back soon

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
Uh, its the martian and I come for all
I swear I will go head up with all y'all, bumper cars
N-gga I'm a slumber dog, millionaire, been there
Smoke some kush and snap my fingers in case you got cat lives
Uh, so much for being settled down
Suicide flow, go and kill ya self, Seven Pounds
Blunt thick as Bobby Christina, high as Serena's skirt
Only smoking that real grass, no arena turf
Now can I live and if I can, I rep that dirty south
And you haven't seen cleaner dirt, you haven't seen it worse
So shut the f-ck up and steam the purp
Tell them haters "arrivederc"
Yeah I lost my mind, help me find it I will lead the search
Uhhh

[Hook]