Lil Wayne – We Don't (feat. Baby) Lyrics

We Don't

Lil Wayne (feat. Baby)

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"We Don't." - Lil Wayne (feat. Baby)

Monday, 26 October 2026, 05:07 am

Album: Tha Carter

Track No: 07

Ay shawty, you know what I'm sayin'
Some **** palms be sweatin'
Some **** palms be itchy
It don't matter, a **** just gotta get it
You know what I'm sayin', ****?
We built this shit from the ground up
****, The Carter, ****
You know what I'm sayin'?
We been around the world gettin' money, ****
We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood
Every project, ****
We worldwide hustlas, **** (Belie' that, bitch)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Let's get them ****, lets ride, shawty
Indictments, got us conspiracy for murder
Five young **** Uptown servin'
Word, they bird curvin' for servin'
Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin' out like they George Gervin
Bitch, 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 ****, respect my G, respect my grind
****, respect how I eat, respect my mind
****, respect this heat
When these **** out of line, ****, we dress up and creep
Whoa, shawty, I'ma blow they whole block
Fuckin' with a soldier, mastermind his own plot
Third ward survivor, Uptown madness
Killin' is a hobby, jackin' is a habit, bitch
We don't give a fizzuck, my ****, we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a ****'s shit up if **** is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for Cash motherfuckin' Money, baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck, my ****, we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a ****'s shit up if **** is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for Cash motherfuckin' Money, baby, c'mon
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 gettin' high with ya bitch in the club
Yeah, life's a bitch and death's her husband
And you gonna have to meet him if you keep on fuckin' up
And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on fuckin' up
But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up
We don't give a fizzuck, my ****, we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a ****'s shit up if **** is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for Cash motherfuckin' Money, baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck, my ****, we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a ****'s shit up if **** is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for Cash motherfuckin' Money, baby, c'mon
Shoot him in his head so he remember
Because of that, mama, I'll be gone till November
I'll be back next winter in a Hummer on spinners
Them **** on the block say them boys gon' get 'em
But them **** 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, ****, 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 shit go down, I be the man with the milli's
Beef cranberry on the ceilin'
This is the Carter, bitch, welcome to my buildin', c'mon
We don't give a fizzuck, my ****, we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a ****'s shit up if **** is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for Cash motherfuckin' Money, baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck, my ****, we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a ****'s shit up if **** is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for Cash motherfuckin' Money, baby, c'mon
Wish a **** would say something, gotta
Standin' right here, guns up, boy
Weezy F, Birdman
Holla back

Writer(s): B. Williams & D. Carter.

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