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conversations.value: Write me a song called FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt with the following description: Lil Wayne remixes “FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt” from Jay Z’s 2013 album, Magna Carta… Holy Grail. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Lead-In: DJ Drama]
  I mean it’s simple
  Can’t fuck wit us
  [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  I got money on yo head, I don’t do my dirty work
  I cut off my hands, I don’t even touch the work
  I pray these niggas don’t fuck with me 
  and I don’t like to curse in church
  And my girl’ pussy taste just like Mrs. Butterworth’s
  I mean that, believe that
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  Don’t be short with that work nigga
  We find out where yo ho work nigga
  We follow your moms from church nigga
  You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher
  Get 'em Tune, I don’t really fuck around with certain niggas
  Fuck all yall niggas, except my niggas
  These niggas hustling backwards
  Check your rear-view mirror and your side mirrors
  OG Kush keep my mind clearer
  That choppa get yo mind right
  I got two choppers, that’s chopsticks
  Eat yo block up like shrimp fried rice
  Been so long since I seen my eyes white
  You know I smoke like dry ice
  Better stay in your lane or get sideswiped
  It’s going down, let me straighten up and fly right
  Still can’t turn a ho into a housewife
  Man, it’s like some things will never change
  You ain’t got a shot in a gun range
  These chumps ain’t even got chump change
  Uh, yeah, and don’t fuck with me, you know I’m Gotti
  Check yourself before I sign it
  Yeah, I’m shinin on these niggas, no horizon
  Yeah, and it’s going down if I’m her pilot
  Uh, my new car is so robotic
  My new bitch is so provided, 
  money talks, yours like no comment
  Black car, racial profiling, rest in peace to Christopher Wallace
  Desert Eagle like the Mojave
  , 
  I get my work from Rico Suave
  Uh, it’s a Rollie if I got time on my hand
  If you ever see me broke, write on my cast
  Boy, my weed so good, I cry when it’s gone
  Had a phone in jail, that’s a cellphone
  Yeah, I’m bout to buy a machine gun
  We drink it all, leave clean cups, 
  make mountains look like speed bumps
  I’m sittin on some train tracks, hopin' that bitch speed up
  I’m strong-arming these niggas, roll my sleeves up, yeah
  I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes
  Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized
  Put me in a hospital room, full of flat lines
  , I’m Tunechi Lee immortal
  My name ringing, my name ringing, hello may I take your order?
  I say, Testarossa over testimony
  Got so much shit built up you could smell it on me
  Fuck all y'all niggas in Swahili nigga
  Ain’t nothing free round here but Willy
  , nigga
  AK-47, call it Mr. Biggs
  All my niggas bloods, fuck your syringe
  Chop his head off, put it in the fridge
  Try not to mistake that shit for dinner, Dedication [Verse 2: T.I.]
  Hey let me introduce you niggas to America's Most
  Every nigga round with me carry a tote
  Sadity bitches, like a nigga Tune on the low
  They just be like 10 and be doing the most
  Okay, Tune in the jet flyin over the boat
  I’m on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the boat
  What you niggas make a year, I could do with the blow
  You keep on playin with me, bet I’ll put a few in you, ho
  The fate of a fuck nigga, we soon to see
  These niggas sweet as perfume to me
  I mean, really, like cartoon to me
  Ain’t nobody fuckin with Tune and me
  Hustle Gang, bang green, in God we trust
  Young Money, Cash Money, they down with us
  I got a bitch who want you bitch, you finna give the ho up
  And don’t buck, shawty listen, you don’t really know us
  We a bust a nigga head, leave him layin' for dead
  I get caught with a banger, I’ma lay in the feds
  In gen. pop., nigga, every day in the feds
  I was chillin on the yard, really going hard
  And these pussy niggas catchin' feelings over broads
  King, pussy nigga, but I'm really like a god
  A-Town nigga, Bankhead, I’m about it
  Everybody know to fuck with me cuz I got it