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conversations.value: Write me a song called Amen (D4) with the following description: 7th track off of Lil Wayne’s Dedication 4.
  Instrumental is taken from Meek Mill’s “Amen”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  Gangsta Grillz ya bastards!
  There's a couple married bitches in the building: fucked them!
  I get that mouth I get that pussy:...The End
  I see you niggas got no life.. Sixth Sense
  She said she wanna fuck my brains out
  But she gon have to suck this dick first!
  Preach! Fucking right I'm geeked
  She sat on my dick, she sat on my face
  I told that bitch she got good seats
  Man, these niggas softer than fleece
  Shoot these niggas in they obliques
  You talkin' shit, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep
  Bitch you know the motto!
  It's Young Money over hoes
  Lying to these bitches, they call my dick Pinnochio
  Gettin' to the money, now the money getting to me
  She say my vert-dick is hung like a jury
  I'm on the track: DOA
  Some of these niggas be DEA
  Money tall: NBA
  Broke niggas: SMH
  Hit it like Canseco
  While she say "you No way Jose!"
  I got an O of that white
  What you call that? OKKK!
  Every night I go hard
  She blow me like Boston George
  She like it in her ass, mouth and pussy: 3 car garage!
  These niggas is false alarms
  They don't mean no fuckin harm
  Hey baby let's make a porn!
  Ba-bum! Devil horns
  You know that I ain't got no ceilings!
  The money changed me, I'm making chameleons
  Only God can judge me, can't appeal it
  In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
  Amen! Tell them alphabet boys it's a "G" thing
  I've got a street sweeper.. do you need your street cleaned?
  Young Money bitch! We colder than a ski team
  Red beam, if you scared, muthafucka go to church!
  Preach! Security breach
  I'm on that grass harder than cleats
  I'm on that gas, and y'all on E
  Nigga my cash out of your reach
  I run shit like the reverend
  She get on her knees and pray to this dick
  Then swallow all of them blessings
  Church! [Verse 2: Boo]
  Just a way of life
  Bought my mama a crib
  Bought my daddy a car
  Let them both meet Tune
  Now they think I'm a star
  Damn I love this life wouldn't trade it for nothing
  Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain't standing for nothing
  I smoke that loud so I don't hear haters talking
  Plus these bitches be stalking trying look for a fortune
  In the Chi we say church when the pussy gets purchase
  Got a bitch so bad she make a player get nervous
  Now good ain't good enough and my hood is hood as fuck
  I be praying for them shorties trynna get their dollars up
  Swag so dope you probably think I'm dealing
  And I only give head if baby girl swallow children
  Boo ain't got a ghost and bitches still be catch the holy ghost
  She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose
  Pimpin' so cold put that on my overcoat
  Only ride foreign
  We don't do 100 spokes
  When broke niggas talk that's 100 jokes
  Ha Laughing at you fuck boys
  Skate gear I'm a truck boy
  On my truck right I don't give a fuck boy