Five Foot Six, Nice Size Dick.
Long Ass Hair You Could Pull My Shit
I Dont Even Care We Could Do It Anywhere
Bust One In The Elevator,
One In The Stairs.
She Seperate Her Legs On The Arms Of The Chair
Sex Is In The Air, She Want Me To Hit It Rare.
That Means Raw, That Means Naw,
I Could Pull Out But That Means Jaw.
That Means Gulp
I Wake Up To Vodka And Orange Juice
Baby You Could Drink My Pulp
Think She Wont?
I Bet She Will
Baby Doll Ride With No Hands On The Wheel
Still Lil Wayne Disregarding The Lil
How That Boy Grew Up And Got A Sex Appeal
Yeah! Im So Dressed To Kill
Tell Her I Hit Her Pussy Like Vagisil Fareal.
Shorty Let This Be Known
I Got My Own Crib
And You Can Come Through
Get Some Of That Good Dick
Only If You Need To Shorty
You Could Bring Your Kids
I Gotta Ps2 And All Of That Good Shit.
Ill Let That X Box Keep Them Busy
Call Pop Get A Bag Of Dro
Keep You Dizzy
Yeah, Thank You Lil Jay
I Got It From Him
Then We Can F**k And Sweat That Weed Smell Out Of Ya Hair
Yeah Shorty Gotta Booty Like Popcorn
Remove Ya Underwear
But Please Leave Them Socks On
Feet Or Toes
I Aint Really Into That
Just Tryina Put My Hand On Top Ya Head Like A Fitted Cap
Cuz Your Feelin That
Shorty I Know You Is.
Observe That No Clothes Sign
When You In My Crib
Yeah I Cant Let Em Get Past Me
I Cut That Camera On And Shorty Said- You Nasty
Hop In My Whip
Lets Ride.
Let Me Feel Them Thighs
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Look, Rockwilder On The Beat
1,7 In Ya Face, Mack Maine U My Nigga, Cash Money Wassup
Check Me Out
[Verse:]
Young Money Mu'tha Fukka Where The Cash At
I Put Numbas On Ya Head Like A Class Hat
See I Dun Been Through Everything Like A Lab Rat
Can U Swim Cuz U Sleepin Where The Crabs At
I Stand Before U Bitch Niggas With The 5th Cocked
Boom Boom!!!!
U Can Hear A Pen Drop
Bullet Proof Vest Cannot Defend Tops
Wanna Walk N My Shoes U Need 10 Socks
But These Niggas Is Actors Like Rick Foxx
Stick 2 The Script Or F**k Around And Get Written Out
We In This Mu'tha F**ka Throwin Up The Sets
G4 Boys
Throw Em Off The Jet
[Chorus X2: Lil Wayne]
And Me And Mack Is Just 2 Niggas From The Same Hood
Fell From The Same Tree
Cut From The Same Wool See Im The Young Lion
And He The Young Bull
Welcome 2 The Zoo
U Are In The Zoo
[Mack Maine:]
Warning
Mack On The Dollar Hunt
Im Feelin Real Slick Bitch I Got My Collars Up
Spread The Word Boi I Keep The Kush Bottled Up
40 Cal Pal U Can Get Hollowed Up
If U Aint Talkin Money Hommie Then Dats Cheap Cheddar
Im Pissin On The Game Feelin Like I Gotta Weak Bladder
N Yall Fallin Off U Climbin Up A Weak Ladder
N Im 2 High 2 Try 2 Reach Ya Son
I Rock Shows Everyday Wit Ms. Cita's Son
Then Im Uptown Baby Like Im Peeta Gunz
I Lost Tyreek 2 The Lord I Speak
I Got Game I'll Have A Vegie Tryna Eat My Meat
[Chorus X2: Mack Maine]
Me N Tune Is Just 2 Niggas From The Same Hood
Fell From The Same Tree
Cut From The Same Wool He The Young Lion
And Im The Young Bull
Welcome 2 The Zoo Nigga
Welcome 2 The Zoo
[Lil Wayne & Mack Maine]
Now Bring It Back To Hollygrove Yea Hollygrove
A Well Part Had Work By The Sliding Boards
A Well Part Ge
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Lil Wayne-
He he hee
I'm a young playa nigga, (what)
I get the game from the big tymers, nigga (what, what)
Who else? (Speak on it) On the real nigga, on the real nigga
Respect the game
'cause I got the game
Lil Wayne-
Y'all know who I is
Weezy coming thru in the bubble eye Benz
See me front in back with the wood all around
Plus I got that *boom boom* surround sound
Don't hate on me boy if you do *pow* get down
Come from under my shirt try to lift you off the ground
But on the other hand, I'ma keep running man
I got about a hundred coming up with three Hummers man
We stuntas man
I might stumble across a grand and give it to you wifey
And watch how she *slurp* on my pipey like a Icee
I might be in a Range that night
I might be in a Lex watching the game tonight
I got a hundred on Kobe, hope he playing it right
But if I lose, its cool, that's some change lil shite
That ain't nothing
I ain't doing nothing if I, I ain't stunting
Hold up, girl be quiet, Lil Wayne coming.
Baby-
Slow yo roll lil one
You ain't glad its bought
And Ms. Pat and gray head over there
In the back card gambling
At the bar dranking
But go head, just be quiet with 'em lil one
Lil Wayne-
Broads I use 'em
Hatas I bluse 'em
My whole front grill is full of confusion
Got dammit
Weezy pull up in a Porsche, expanded (expanded)
I was to the back, niggas couldn't stand it
Soon as I left the scene, the women vanished
I got it like that
Got Rolex, blue shit hard to say watches
Plus I bought all of my niggas Cartier watches
Weezy and his clique leave with forty b-e-atches
"Million Dollar Man" baby Ted DeBiosi
Catch me sippin on some Hen, maybe Covoursier
Samm
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[Intro: Lil Wayne - talking]
I met her when I was young and she was younger
With a body like woman so her age meant nothing
I had to get her number
After how she made them daisy doots fit her all summer
I'm wishing I could hit her all summer
And all she ever wanted
Was for young Weezy to love her
But all I ever wanted was to cum easy and dump her
But that didnt come easy
''cause she ended up being my baby's mother
and then I felt smothered but little did I know
I'd never find the same girl inside another
But I never thought that I'd be looking for her
And I never thought that late at night
When I'm in the mix...laying down with some chick
That suddenly it'll click
How this broad in my drawers dont know shit
Bout what I did 'fore I was big
When's there's a woman with my kid where I should be
She screamed to me (What?)
My love, my patience, my pain (OK)
Nigga please
[Chorus]
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
[Verse One]
I met her after the fame
And she aint even like me but I got her after the game
Mami was a nice piece, young Cali sweet thang
Made her into wifey and then reality changed
It was going good...I was happy again
But then things got rapidly strange
And it had to be Wayne
She was still a virgin
What more could I ask from a dame
But I was a bastard...I asked for the pain
Now my ass in the rain
And she got a new life...the picture flipped
And none of it includes Weez and all his bullshit (Shit)
And I remember the Bahamas for the weekend
[Hook]
You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
Because I won't let y'all worry me
I got something chrome that I carry with me
It's Young Weezy Wee y'all ain't scaring me
I'm the seventeen don till they bury me
[Verse 1]
Eh, it go whoa oh me oh my ay ay
I'm H-O-T-B-O-Y ay ay
I'm so fly I'm the Birdman Jaya
Stunting in the gray uh
Shortie play your player
Slick clean hey ya
Fifteen riding with me spray ya
You don't want no drama with me play fa
Keep low or it's murda she wrote pussy nigga
I gotta keep it cooking 'cause the streets still hot for a shooking
Plus my late pops still looking
Bust my tray quick if ya hate the pimp
Think it's all big fish I don ate the shrimp
Roll out with the hood 'cause I'm so damn street
I rep Hollygrove and Hollygrove rep me
And that's how Weezy Wee be
And y'all gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm riding and I'm dolo on my way to the stizzo
Knowing on my waist is the sizzo
Wheezy so hot glock ten and a pistol
Big rims with the tires thin as a pencil
Mami want me 'cause I got pimping potential
I stick to my mental
Don't make me stick my fifth to your temple
Forget I'm getting rich for a cent
Bitch I'm coming get you for my baby mama's rent I will flip you
90 on the highway seeing what the whip do
Cops get behind me they want see the whip too
S-Q professor C-M-B alumni
Everybody else fails except the young guy
Don't worry bout Weezy for real nigga I done mine
Got th
[Lil' Wayne]
Aw aw
Aw aw!
Aw aw!!
Peep me out, look!
Head bustin', black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet
Nigga, respect me
When you see tha left hand buggin', nigga, respect it
But if you see tha left hand bustin', nigga, your disrespectin'
Took one to tha chest, I never die, I'm tha same brotha
Jump out and shoot K's, let 'em fly, I'm tha same brotha
It's a must they recognize that I'm untamed, brotha
Disconnect a boy like a damn change number
Uhhh, hang up and try again
I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again
Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again
Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten
Me, Lil' Mario, and Toolie, that's my man, fam
My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude VanDamme
About'chu, 'cause we don't play around
Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground
Take tha ground that you walk on
Tap tha phones that you talk on
Jam ya up and take your arms off
I hit you twice with tha sawed-off
And your nigga just watch your head fall off... fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what)
I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust (what)
I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black)
numb-nut
I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what
I'm standin' there like all mine
Run through your click like a weak defensive line
Doggy fresh
[Turk]
You want war, nigga, let's beef... beef
We can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets... streets
I'll be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feet
Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin' like heat
What ya.. know, I'm tha one from tha T.C.
Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I
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Thats why yo bitch want a real nigga like me [x2]
She want to give that pussy to a nigga like me [x2]
I be pimpin them hoes, i be pimpin them hoes, i be pimpin them hoes pimp pimpin them hoes
I be workin them bitches, i be workin them bitches, i be workin them bitches work workin them bitches
[Verse 1]
Weezy F. Baby the mothaf**kin carter, Bitches on my stick But my name aint harry potter
They think i'm very hotter yo gurl say da same, and since we like ta travel she let us run a train
And my deep hits put me in the hall of fame, i make her turn over everytime we play the game
My boy wayne, ask them niggas how i came in a Ferrari, Jaguar switchin both lanes
Livin room in the kitchen on a plane, i get from A to B so comfortabley
Do my thang ya'll niggas so plain, i'm so fly call me soul plane
[Chorus]
Thats why yo bitch want a real nigga like me [x2]
She want to give that pussy still nigga like me [x2]
I be pimpin them hoes, i be pimpin them hoes, i be pimpin them hoes pimp pimpin them hoes
I be workin them bitches, i be workin them bitches, i be workin them bitches work workin them bitches
[Verse 2]
2 him i'm a killer, 2 her i'm a lover
I always wear a mask, and i always wear a rubber
Yea i'm from the hood, but my crib in the suburbs
They love a nigga VIBE, so thats why i got the cover
My nigga mac maine is like a brother from another, we from the same hood we will kill a mothaf**ker
We eat u niggas lunch, and 2 bitches i'm supper
She ask me to go down, i'm like as long as i f**k her
I wear i lot of diamonds see baby i'm a stunna, so ride a nigga dick ahh baby bear hummer
And homie u can have her cause i don't really want
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Yeah...
Empire...
Lil Wayne...
Question...
Cash Money...(Three)
Dope Supply
[Chorus]
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His Back agaist the wal
(Cut the music up in my phones}
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
Perfect
His back against the wall
(yeah)
[Verse 1 "Lil wayne"]
Yeah Straight off the corner Apple and Eagle
Brave hard bitch like the times Im medieval
Married to the block, Divorce the Cathedral
Standin on the corner selling Porcelean to People
Forced into evil, Its all in your head
It's also cerebral, call me Canival
You follow when i lead you
Straight to the needle
The barrel, the battle, the beetles will eat you
Mama named Cita, I love You Cita
Member when your pussy Second husband used to beat ya
Remember when i went into the kitchen got the cleever
He aint give a f**k i aint give a f**k neither
He could see the devil, see the devil in my features
You could smell the ether
You can see Cita
You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features
I am her voice and the World is my speaker
Im speakin
[Chorus]
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the wall
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the wall
[Verse 2 "Question"]
With my spine up agaist these
Tagged up brick walls
Fliip grams, quick hands, Quicksand Pitfalls
Big Balls intact, through error Syntac's
That Stormy Whether where the Trees dont bend back
Left home at 16
I aint never been back
When it come to being broke i say i never been flat
I punk ass bitch i aint never been that
Reminisce how Dad
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Somebody call the slick police
Capitol W
Weezy Baby
This is the Carter man
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go!
Raj ya bangin 'em in the.. Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the..
Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the head wit this one cut!
Weezy Weezy say guard ya face bitch
Weezy say guard ya neck bitch
Weezy Baby this is the Carter
I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter
From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard one
You do the math it's a horror
While I be on the ave gettin off one nineteen for a soft one
Bricks I loft 'em catch him he hot
If I catch you without my scratch I'm stretchin ya out
If you catch me without the burna burn me
I beg of you shoot off the leg of you and kick ya in the ass
I'm dyin of doom I say I'm sick with cash
These eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass
You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass
Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass
Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass
Smash on ya bitch ass
Now pick the grass up out ya ass and the caps out ya cap Aye!
[Chorus - 2X]
Who wanna f**k wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em
Who wanna f**k wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em
Who gon f**k wit me I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon f**k wit me do you wanna f**k wit me Naw!
Hustle boy sell a nick to ya mom I'll sell a brick out ya house
I'll sell a brick to a house nigga
I'll send a clip to ya mouth back of the gun to ya nose
Front of the gun to ya clothes I let it rip and I bounce
Lights off young Teddy Pender is out
Mask on scare the f**k out ya but ya ass grown
I wasnt born with no silver spoon
But I can heat
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[Lil Wayne]
Look look look - don't play with me
Look look look
Huh? Huh? Look
Let's get the pistols out the trunk, let's get ready to bust things
Leave a nigga block full of nothin' but guts, brains
Ain't no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames
My guns up for and tellin' all to suck Wayne
I'm runnin' with a clique that just be thuggin' heavy
Plus I'm runnin' in them bricks, cook it, cut it, sell it
One time for my daddy, Rabbit, up in Heaven
Ever since my nigga died I've been strapped up and ready
Come and get it - it's Wheezy Whee, the hottest ever
Now this fella gon' get bullets inside his sweater
I'm just terror, or better yet, horror or drama
And tomorrow I'ma hit the block and barrow your momma
Beef with me, you're swimmin' in water with sharks and piranhas
Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin' the coppers
And for the grand finale, I might pull up in a tan Denali
When I hop out, in my hand is a Calico sprayin' your family
(Hook [Lil Wayne])
Don't play with me - I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
And I pop my gun
Better hide and run
[Lil Wayne]
What is this that done got me in your district? Twist it
Now everybody got dots on they heads like Egyptians
I'm tipsy - I've been sippin' on that Hennessy, people
Then it get deeper, I start shootin' up innocent people
Seventeen creeper is who I - what I - be, dog
The clip slide in the four-five, then it blow f
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N If I Stay Out Late
Im Commin Home Rich
Thinkin Bout That Pussy
On The Grind Got Me Home Sick
Them Dolla Signs On My Mind Got Me On This
If I Dont Hustle Then Wat Happens In The Mornin
Do The Sun Even Rise
Do The Birds Sing
When I Can Stand Ova The Stove N Make The Birds Sing
U Think About That
I'll Be Right Back
Ring
There She Go Baby Come Right Back
Click
Ring
Then She Call Right Back
Click
Ring
I Toss The Phone In The Back
Quick
Think
Shit U All I Got
But If U Leave Me Where U Met Me
Dat Be On That Clock
Gettin It
N When A Nigga Hittin It
U Luvin
No Cryin No Fussin
Just As Simple Im Commin
So When Ya Baby Boy Out There Runnin
Dont Cry
Dont Fuss
Its Simple Im Commin
I Kno What He Does X2
So In Luv X2
My Baby
Dats My Baby
Have His Baby Some Day
N Its Been Hard
So Hard
Oooooo
N Dats My Baby
I Luv Him
I Luv Him Yawl
[CHORUS]
All my niggaz if you with me
Where you at? (OH!)
All my soldiers if you with me
Where you at? (OH!)
All my hustlaz if you with me
Where you at? (OH!)
Where you at? (OH!)
Where you at? Say (OH!)
Niggaz if you with me
Let me hear you say (OH!)
Soldiers if you with me
Let me hear you say (OH!)
Hustlaz if you with me
Let me hear you say (OH!)
Say, say (OH!)
Say, say (OH!)
Aye (OH!)
I come to do my thang and hold down my SIDE
it;s EAGLE Street man throw my set up HIGH
Weezy Wee man call them boys that SQUAD
That Squad...SQUAD UP! YOU KNOW
And WE get a lot of dough on the strength of ME
Get a lot of 'dro on the strength of FEE
Get a lot of blow
But keep that on the D
D what?...DL! YOU KNOW
And OH you don't wanna f**k with a nigga
''cause a nigga might f**k with the trigger
Leave a nigga on the FLO'
Truly I don't buck with you nigga
Let my tooly talk talk to you nigga
Bitch man is an itch to a rich man WHOA
'20s on the six with the kicks sitting LOW
Sticky in my swish man gasoline FLO'
Fire spit man Weezy is about to BLOW
YA KNOW!
[CHORUS]
Aye (OH!)
Pass the pint to the pimp old juice killer
Catch your eye in one glimpse old school with the
Ass up high the front dip drip BAM
Mami like DAMN Lil' Wayne STOP PLAYING
Baby I'm a baller I hustle with my father
It's the Birdman and Birdman J.R.
Flip them birds man eighteen grand just order
Eighty-five for half and forty-five for quarters
YEAH! Tity baby put it in the AIR
I'm jumping out this atmoSPHERE
And I'm jumping in your bitch if she at a PLAYER
Jumping in the painted thing on that Dang-A-Dangs
You see the arm when I pass nigga Blin
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Yeah... ma gurl get in at 1:15 am
The guitar's cryin right now
Just a couple things goin on in my life, you know
[Verse 1]
Brim leanin, cup tilted, blunt flickin
Get money, f**k bitches
Young Weezy, young pimpin, she love it
I keep goin, she keep cumin, what you know bout it
So bout it...like Master P... but no coward
No I am no Howard the duck duck
Lead showers, black flowers
Black dresses, two hours, closed casket
Ma dough tactics is so crafty
No laughter, I do that after I get the dough bastards
I get the dough faster, what if I flowed faster
Like... oh Nancy the flow's plastic, automatic, I'm
More drastic, youre no names compared to me
Who are you, where are ya, I can't see, ya air to me
Ya not there to me, I ain't f**kin wit you bitch niggaz
I'm f**kin ya sis nigga, it's Weezy
[Hook - Nikki]
If you gon call him Weezy
Then you must say the baby
If you don't say the baby
Then just don't say it at all
[Verse 2]
I'm... slick as an old mac, I'm... sick as a prozac
And... the Carter 1 was the... dick for you hoes trap
And... this is Tha Carter 2 and... this is the bozack
Diggin you hoes back, quick with the blowback
Got it... gone Rabbit
Fast ma daddy's Rabbit at home
What up pa (what up), what up Pac (what up), what up Pun (what up)
What up Big (what up), what up Solja
As the streets get colder I get chillier
What up Left Eye (what up), what up Aaliyah (what up)
Teck 9 close by touch 'em up
I shoot niggaz in the mouth boy pucker up
Sweet succotash gee golly what the f**k
Where the hell all these new pussy rappers come from
I chew 'em up like bubble gum... yum yum
Young Weezy so troublesome, what what
[Hook - Nikki]
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(chorus)'what does lif mean to me?
cars clothes an a lot of jewerly.
what does life mean to me?
a fine ghetto bitch wit a big ass booty.
What does life mean to me?
drinken, pimpen an a whole lot of weed.
what does life mean to me?
every things right what we said, please believe me
(Baby) "Talken"
Yezzir
It's me...the rapper eater...feed me feed me feed me! No homo.
One time for me, one time for the DJ
He be Khaled, I be Lil' Weezy
Baby if you ask me if you're nasty
Creative gifted bastard
Spit sporadic
I'm so diplomatic democratic
Touch it, Bring it, Push it systematic
Damn right I kissed my daddy
I think they pissed at how rich my daddy is
And I'm his kid I stunt with my daddy
Call Mrs. Lee, she's with my daddy
So diss me and dont diss my daddy
Cause who was there when no one wasn't? Just my daddy
Who was there when I needed money? Just my daddy
So who'll be there when I see the money? Just my daddy
Who said that I be the one?
Just my daddy!
Hello Hip Hop I'm home,
Its Your Daddy
When I say D's, I don't mean the caddy I mean 'deez nuts'
Akon's and Khaleds, Rick Ross, TIP, Stunna and Fat Joe
And I can't, can't, can't forget Brisco
& Yeah I done squashed the bullshit it's rizo
It's a bakery here just trying to get dough
Shout to my Dreads, my Haitians and Chicos
You're lookin for me hoe?
I'm in the 3-0...Five,
I'm the best rapper alive
Homeboy got a mind, that a map couldnt find
Homeboy got a 9, that a cop couldnt find
I could get to it even if I was blind
Scary movie be screaming when I rhyme
I'ma 'King' you can ask 'Steven' if I'm lying
I'ma Prince too demanding like my mom
Too bold too cold like wet Sa-lam-Me!
Me! It's all about me!
If a girl gotta voice then she talking about me!
He say, she say, I say me!
Will be in the M.I.A. me!
With me! And T! And Big Ronnie!
And the homie Street probably somewhere on the beach
And Tez and E probably somewhere in the jeep
And Marl i
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money money money get a dollar & a dick
weezy baby that crack mothaf**ka get a fix
got money out the ass no homo but im rich
bout to...(gangsta grillz you bastards)
...
money money money get a dollar & a dick
weezy baby that crack mothaf**ka get a fix
got money out the ass no homo but im rich
bout to...(gangsta grillz you bastards)
...
Verse 1:
money money money get a dollar & a dick
weezy baby that crack mothaf**ka get a fix
got money out the ass no homo but im rich
bout to go get surgery & put some diamonds in my wrist
yes, yup...im a mothaf**kin trip
im a trip to japan & buy some brand new shit
9 hundred to a grand get ya 28 grams
if u talkin bout bricks im the interstate man
& the women say damn, the niggaz dont say a damn thang
boy i bet that shotty make ya bounce like a bed spring
walk in a thin line, gotta defend mine
& wit no pen im sort of like a bomb boom
young toon yea thatz wut my people call me
50 thousand 4 da cross tryin 2 keep the reeper off me
i drink alot of syrup bicthes say im sleep walkin
big money 4 the grill so im neva cheap talkin
keep talkin & the flame'll leap off the
hip & keep sparkin pap pap sleep softly
nap nap napsack 340
like f**k anotha nigga nigga just dont be the target
young New Orleans nigga nigga just dont be retarted
we done lost everything & u lookin like a bargin
purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sargeant
im da best rapper in the game no arguin
& i dont even write pause, im pausin
so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com bitch logg in&n
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[Baby - talking]
Ay shawty, you know what I'm sayin'
Some niggaz palms be sweatin'
Some niggaz palms be itchy
It don't matter, a nigga just gotta get it
You know what I'm sayin', nigga
We built this shit from the ground up
Nigga, The Carter, nigga
You what I'm sayin'
We been around the world gettin' money nigga
We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood
Every project, nigga
We worldwide hustlas, nigga (Belie' that bitch)
You what I'm sayin'
Lets get them niggaz, lets ride shawty
[Baby]
Indictments, got us conspiracy for murders
Five young niggaz uptown servants
Word, they bird curvin' for servin'
Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin' out like they jaws
curvin'
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 nigga respect my G, respect my grind
Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind
Nigga respect this heat
When these niggaz out of line, nigga we dress up and creep
Whoa, shawty I'ma blow they whole block
F**kin' with a soldier, mastermind is on plot
Third ward survivor, uptown madness
Killin' is a hobby, jackin' is a habbit, bitch
[Hook]
We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll f**k a nigga's shit up if nigga is f**kin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherf**kin' money baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll f**k a nigga's shit up if nigga is f**kin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out
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i wear a mean dark pair a shades(badaaaat!)and ya can't see my eyes(Young Money)
unless my head is ben you dig?
[chorus-Lil' Wayne]
we stay high,on da 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!)
on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis(badaaaat!)
we stay high,on dat 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!)
on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis!!!(yea nigga)
[Verse-1-Lil' Wayne]
blik,blak, back out thee garage in a hog
and you know i redo da inside like da morgue
da Coupe blue,like da due on marge
ridin' wit a bitch prettier thanan a dabarge
mami wanna soldier ,baby im'a Sarge
you cant have me but we can have a menage(thats 3)
now rub me wrong and f**k up my massage (ha)
then it's flowers for da dead bedda give em' a corsage(get em')
(yea)head nigga in large(thats me)
and everything i do i San Diego Charge
while you niggaz just starve
im eatin' so much imma f**k around and barf
and red is tha color of my scarf
and undastand to a giant your dwarf
my flow tho'ed off
so sick all i gotta do is cough
[chorus-Lil' Wayne]
we stay high,on da 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!)
on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis(badaaaat!)
we stay high,on dat 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!)
on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis!!!(yea nigga)
[Verse-2-Diego Charge]
bitch i come from da bottom of da map,
New Orleans,Louisiana we love to pack gats
we love to count stacks,we love to pump backs
i love killin' da tracks,me, Wayne,Rony,and Jack
dats just some highy grove shit,(yea,highy grove shit)
and imma bang it in just until,yo
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[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Look right here, this how we gon do this
Hook up the turn tables, whoof get on the keyboard
And we gon run this for you, ya heard?
Yeah, check it out
[Lil Wayne]
Let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins
Hit the mall where my girlfriends dish out ends
Cause you know it ain't trickin if you got it
Copped baby girl what she desired
It's chump change ma, Marijuana skyler
Know'n what I got up in my styraphone cup - that purple stuff
It was given to me at birth, stunna
So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the furry cups
[Baby]
Hey, hold on mami them whips on dubs
Cadillac Truck, 28's, no rubs
Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eyed lens
Coach you in New York, y'all know who wins
It's the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada
Slam back Coke Truck, no rims - can't holla
It's that Louie fitted on Ostrich streets
It's the tell 'em man daddy, mami do you love me?
[Chorus: TQ]
Me, I'm a stunna
I ain't gon change it
Don't.. you.. know.. it's a way of life?
Do you want it?
Cause I'm about to break it
Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no
[Baby]
Pop one, pop two with the blue Nike shoes
Raw blue jag on 'em 22's
White's agree, 500 Degreez
In that Cadillac Truck on 'em 23's
I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame
All these, naked women that pop Champaign
And these, marble floors stay high as Rick James
If you know my name then you know my game
[Lil Wayne]
It's Lil Whodi from the Hot Block where seris flow
Gotta get dough, cha'll won't feel me blow
But, y'all do
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Euro:
I couldn't have done better
I couldn't have done this shit any other way
I made it now, only tryin' convince me to make it another day
Glad I could see another day
I do this shit for my squad
My home, team, my family, fuck what another say
I'm here now, it's all clear now
Somebody grow up, I'm meeting God
Y'all can't see my competition 'til I throw up
I'm tall up, but I keep shit 100
That's from the toes up
Last night it felt like I ran throuh four clubs
Stood on the couch, and every single one them screaming "hoes does" and prozac
It's different when we show up kicking doughs up
I'm a young stunner, young wayne, I'm young money
I've growned up, like I'm new here
But I'm nuclear, that's a bomb threat motherfucker
Watch til I blow up
I'm good, I'm remind that I'm good
From time to time, I'm fine
I'll be spending time with the greatest of all times all the time
And ever since I'm living life every night like it's 99
I'm way ahead of my time, I think I was only 8 at that time
I wrapped them 5 letters forever
Would someone just tell the bartender to mix my drink
While I mix my thoughts of business and pleasure
I'm clever, long money, all around me
I just hope that I live long enough
Long enough to measure
We should take pictures sipping Crystal, and Gucci sweaters
And I'm still getting better, nigga, what's better?
They say I'd never do it, now I'm looking like nigga, what's never?
And now the run from it, it's when they see us
It's when the money's precious
Plots on the wall of every building that I walk into
Phone taps, cut the curious, careful who you talking to
Living the star life you never
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[Intro]
(Lil' Wayne)It's a major move right here baby
you gotta get wit it or get lost, you understand?
(Lloyd)Yea, its young Lloyd
reporting live from Atlanta, Georgia
Decatar where its great and ah i want all my sexy ladies
to report to da dance floor immediately
we gonna goldin gliding this one y'all
(yea)this be grease
[Verse 1]
Right off da back, money boy got dollars
so women come frequent like flight mileage
it aint no secret (uh) i might holler
but i aint gonna sweat ya baby,
ima let ya catch up wit yo game
run faster, dont let him lose ya
'cause i aint gonna bless ya
unless ya feel a little desparate
send a nigga a text message gurl
[Verse 2]
Stop wait a minute
the way u move that girl
u done got my heart all in it
and i just wanna be with u tonite
Gurl please imma playa that is true,
but i'll change the game for u
i wanna see wat it do
[Chorus]
Can i be for real
this is how i feel
im in need of love
so lets dip up out of here
ooo your just my type
everything's alright
and i just wanna chill
so lets dip up out of here
lets dip up out of here
(huh huh uh uuuuhhhhh uuuuhhh)
she's fine too but i want u(2x)
[Verse 3]
I'll admitt it
this just aint no game these just aint words that im spittin
if u could see the thoughts that's in my head
(thats in my head)im trippin
im a playa that is true but i'll change the game for u
i wanna see wat it dooo
[Chorus]
Can i be for real
this is how i feel
im in need of love
so let's dip up out of here
ooo your just my type
everything's so right so right
and i just wanna chill
so lets dip up out of here
lets dip up out of here
What
What?
Nigga, huh?
Huh?
Nigga, what?
What?!
What?
Check!
I'm shootin', flee
Pollutin' you and your niggas, betta run from me
Comin' through in a strap... with a 223
You be losin' your life when you caught up... in beef
What? Nigga nigga, shiiiit!
Now, I'm ridin', ride
With a K on my side
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Byy-bahda-by-by-by
Huh? Nigga, what? Takin' me for a joke, and watch me hurt cha
Boys there, they be commercial... I beat 'em 'til they purple
I'm a lil' bitty nigga, but I got a big ole chop, 2's that'll kill 50 niggas
Didja do it? Thought it was cool?
But cha still in it, nigga
Your so ugly with your boys, but I'm still pretty, nigga
Lil' Wayne representin'
I cut like blades, I bust heads, and break legs
I tear up dreads, take our breads, now go figure
What? From tha 17th, I back down from no nigga
Had me four deep in four cars on your block with four triggas
Man... ya'll niggas ain't up for this!!
Ya'll hatin' on me, you can suck my dick!
Didn't I tell ya ta chill?
Guerrilla, you can play if you want
Find yourself in tha back-a my trunk
Ho, feminine punk!
Now I be Wayne Wayne Wayne... from CMB
50 shots, flame flame flame... from artillery
Bullets, they stain stain stain... burn like rubber on tha streets
(Screech!) If you can't hang, find
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Drought 3
Look
I bought it out like stunna
I hope when we kiss we make u sick to yo stomach
Stunning like my daddy
And yo momma eat rubbers
I bet i can do da mouf 2 mouf with yo woman
My house is a dungeon
Yellow diamond ring lookin like a little funyon
Stand on my toes you can call me Paul Bunin
Touchin up my flows like a nigga do construction
Da microfone wet cuz my words like seduction
N when we on the jet you dnt come up on da discussion
And if you say you ballin we prolly dont trust ya
I know freakin hoes dat prolly dnt f**k ya
Even if you pay em boy they prolly wont f**k ya
Only if i say dat she can touch ya like busta
Then she might touch ya
And burn ya like usher
Me n my click we red like blush
I shit these rappers out and sometimes i forget 2 flush ya
Grand daddy purp or bubble kush crush ya
Explode in a bitch mouf like a gusher
Cash money young money
Check da production
I am just a martian
Get prepared for abduction
Haha
Haha
Uuum...
I walk it out like crutches
2 girls jump me like double dutchers
My nigga t-streets know a girl named dutches
And everytime we see her in da streets she b cussin
I told em he should wave da black flag cuz she buckin
He said the pussy good
He said ya digg
So i dugg em
Im lookin for a real bad bitch wit a husband
I give em a whole lotta dick
And a whole lot of nuttin
Im spittin like i stumbled on a gold pot of sumthin
And when i was 6 i saw my rolemodel hustlin
So i gotta hustle
These rappers talkin bout a whole lot of nuttin
You drop me on saturday i sold out on sunday
F**k is da argue bout
Nigga da carter out
This is what i call da drought....3
N we dont walk it out
We drop top porch it out
They better walk em
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And in here is where the heroine boil
And I also got a large pot of cigarette oil, that
Embalmming fluid illiterate are you
That's ok man I got the medicine for you
I got, I got, I got the amphetamine for you
Got that vitamin D or UG for your shorty
One window to let the dawn in
'cause we hustle in this bitch midnight to morning
We dump in and pump out
I showed you this window for you to jump out
You on the backyard lawn where a nigga got the ganja growin
No cats or dogs, rats or snakes, Sam's or Jakes
Round here its all gravy, ham and steak
Mama cookin that up here have a plate
That's mama Carter she's a basket case
But I make sure her sandwich's and napkins straight
You pic wit this picnic and I'm at your face
I say I'm at your throat, this was the carter slam the door, go
[Lil Wayne talking]
Yea yea yea its the Carter motherf**ker I came back around
its the Carter motherf**ker I came back around
its the Carter motherf**ker
let me show you my building man, its the Carter
I'ma show y'all the ins the outs the ups the down, kno what I'm
talkin bout
this is me fourth solo album baby, I came back around
by myself this time, back off the wall
guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak
blak, welcome
[Verse 1]
This is the Carter y'all welcome, hard as Malcolm
Dawg is a vulcan Lord help him but y'all felt him
That make you a part of me and pardony
If a part of me is what you wanna be what you oughtta be
Dont worry Carter me I just actin accordingly
I give orders to the commander in chief, just the commander in
me
Handlin streets in the mandarin V
I hear you haters slanderin me I just hand him the P
Any drama I pace it like Indiana, I take your grandma pacemaker
and jus handle the piece
Not two fingers I simultaneously bout two bangers
You do not want anger USDA prime beef, ya dead meat
I'm so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up
I'm already hot when another one startin to heat up
Got Mannie hot wit me 'cause I always beat his beat up
Yall cats wit y'all feet up startin to look like feet up, I'm
G'd up
On the V'd up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up
In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speakin bout no speakers
Whats leakin up out of yo speaker is the speech of Weezy F.
Baby
No more no less Baby, so forth and so on
Front door livin room young nigga switchin we
What you need, get you crack get you weed
Make yo way to the back look ahead and see
White bitch in the bathroom givin head for speed
But don't you turn your head at me,
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[Lil Wayne]
Now put Lil Mack on the map if he walk it off
Now put Lil Spitter on the map if he walk it off
Now put lil boo on the map if he walk it off
Say put Lil Fee on the map if he walk it off
Say put E.I on the map if he walk it off
Kay put Lil drew on the map if he walk it off
Say put lil monk on the map if he walk it off
I'ma.....I'ma
[Chorus]
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt
Bitch I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front
Hoe I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you
You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue
with the white interior on a set of 22's
[Lil Wayne]
I'ma jalapeno boy hot as Cayenne pepper
I'm from New Orleans City but ill take her to whatever
I'm tougher that leather
I'm smoother than Suede
always never broke cause I'm usually paid
Got the Rover with the cage
Kinda brown off beige
Everybody look at me like I'm riding on stage
Gotta woman named Sage
She twice my age
everytime she hit me up she send a picture with her page
I ain't tryin to fall in love I ain't tryin get engaged
you can meet me at the alter when a nigga really dead
Everytime I'm tryin to leave she beggin me to stay
and I politely fade away like my name was M.J.
and she wrote me a note, guess what that note said
When I hope still like me but I go both ways
and then I say Oh, then I say Okay
Stabbed them up and got the f**k like my name was O.J.
If you lookin for some money bitch my name is no way
Not tomorrow not today not yes-terday
I&#
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Look where I go from here?
Just lost my father last year
But I still remain to keep it real like dollar bills
I drop tears can't believe my daddy's gone
Rather come home why ya left us all alone?
But I'm comin man
Just wait at the gates I'ma be runnin man
Arms open eyes wide full a love
You watched me come up from a scrub
Now ya see ya son ridin everyday on dubs
But I wish I could share them times wit' you
It got me pissed, this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see ???, Mrs. Roe, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dawg, we really miss ya
And it ain't all that cool livin off pictures
Ah man, visit while I'm sleep, write a note or call me
Can't believe you left me to be a small man
But I know it wasn't meant to be
That's why I suck up all the game that you sent to me
(Hook) 2x
It's up to you, Wayne, nigga, stay up and keep it real
It's all on you, man, my nigga, I know how you feel
Just be strong, 'cause everythang gon' be alright
I know it's hard tryna make but it's gon' be alright
Alright I know it, see I got a child
I know I'm young, but when you left dawg, thangs got wild
I know you probably sayin 'damn, you raisin children now?'
But it's all gravy I'm with Baby makin millions now
So I still smile
I'm takin care ya wife brah
Ain't nothin changed, if I still come home late at night she fuss
But it's still the ol' same ol', same ol'
Thangs go, up and down like rainbows, we maintain though
So you know who
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I Know U See Da Gwap Cause Gettin Money Is Wut We On
Ridin Drop Top In Da Winter Wit Da Heat On
Bad Yella Bitch Keep My Passenger Seat Warm
Leg Hangin Out Da Winda U Aint Got Deez On
Bitch Holla It Is Lil Weezy
Dey Can Not See Me They Are Like Stevie
I Am Bearing A Ton Like Levy
I Circle Ya House Like Bee-Bee
Colder Dan Da He-Be-Gee-Bees
Neva Give Free Bees 75 Thousand For Deez Fees
Shit I Can Get A 100 Thousand Up In Deez Jeans
Big Stacks My Pockets On Creatine
Young Money Dipset Nigga We A Team
If U Dont Like It Nigga F**k Ya No Vaseline
Errr I Peel Off In Da Lambergine
Like A Tangerine Got Da Engine Straight Shakin Like A Tamberine
Like A Bitch Wit Some Lips Like Angeline Not Jolie
Hoe Lee Got Flow I Go Where No Other Guy Go
F**k You Hoe Im So 5 0
4 I Hope Every Snitch Die Slow
Hip-Hop Dats My Hoe I Know She Know I Like It Wet
Dont Want No Dry Hoe
Alright Bitch I Am D-Boy No Decoy And I Will Straight Up Destroy
Any Boy or Man And I Prefor Money Den Bitches or Just Reefor
We Are Young Money Bitch And I Am Da Leedor
He Are Currency Mac Maine And D Raw And I Just Signed
A Chick Named Nikki Ne-Norge
And Me Im Still Spittin Like A Retard
And Deez Niggas Soft Dey Should Be Rappin In Leotards
Nigga We In Charge Baby Put Me In Charge
And Im Just Murderin Niggas Free Of Charge
Ya Digg Juss Holla Back I See Ya Sarge
And Im So Muthaf**kin High I Could Eat A Store
Yeah Let Me Upgrade U
U May Not Be A Model But I Can Front Page Ya
U Know Im Nasty Excuse My Behavior
Let Me Jus Taste Ya We Can F**k Lata
Sittin In Da Coupe Lookin Like A Racer
Top Peeled Back Like Da Skin Of A Potato
Seat Way Back Listen To Anita Baker
Ridin By Myself Smokin Weed By Da Acre
Holly Grove Gator Aint Nobody Greater
Leave Ya Wit Some
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[Verse 1 - Drake:]
Uh, thinkin' out loud
I must have a quarter million on me right now
Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money
Two things I'm 'bout is talkin' blunt and staying blunted
Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?
We should all disappear right now
Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car
And you're comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh?
You see the fleet of all the new things
Cop cars with the loose change
All white like I move things
Niggas see me rollin' and their mood change
Like a motherfucker
New flow, I got a dozen of 'em
I don't trust you, you are undercover
I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other
Talkin' filets with the truffle butter
Fresh sheets and towels, man she gotta love it
Yeah, they all get what they desire from it
What, tell them niggas we ain't hidin' from it
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, thinkin' out loud
I must have about a milli on me right now
And I ain't talkin' about that Lil Wayne record
I'm still the highest sellin' female rapper, for the record
Man, this a 65 million single sold
I ain't gotta compete with a single soul
I'm good with the ballpoint game, finger roll
Ask me how to do it, I don't tell a single soul
Pretty women, wassup? Is you here right now?
You a stand-up or is you in your chair, right now?
Uhh, do you hear me?
I can't let a wet nigga, get near me
I might kiss the baddest bitch, if you dare me
I ain't never need a man, to take care of me
Yo, I'm in that big boy, bitches can't rent this
I floss everyday, but I ain't a dentist
Your whole style and approach, I invented
And I
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Say what the fvck going on, man it must be twerk season
Something in the air, it must be twerk season
Cuz they dancin’, dancin’, for no reason
Man they dancin’, dancin’, dancing for no reason
Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Bitch twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch twerk
2 Chainz:
Big up to my amigo, he gave me a kilo for my ego
Talkin’ ’bout you “popped the molly”
You just took you a placebo
And my suit is Valentino, she is hot as …
I can do a drive-by listening to Bobby Valentino
I can make her ass wiggle, I can get some cash with her
Talkin’ ’bout your ex-boyfriend, fvck you and your last nigga
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout us
Saying something in the air, y’all bitches …
Twerk, twerk, twerk
Have you ever got some head while driving in reverse?
I ain’t into backing up, but just in case I’m backing out
Now look how she reactin’, now I put it in, she asking ow
Say what the fvck going on, man it must be twerk season
Something in the air, it must be twerk season
Cuz they dancin’, dancin’, for no reason
Man they dancin’, dancin’, dancing for no reason
Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Bitch twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch twerk
Lil Wayne:
Big up to my lil sweet ho
My lil petit ho keep it a C-note
And my main ho act like a P.O.
Aint that frio, thats sub-zero
I say one time for that bitch who just want dick and sumn to eat
Only want a number three, thats my pussy custody
I want a slim fine woman with some twerk with her
She aint got no nosey friends just a purse with her
She aint got a lotta ass but I can work with her
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Lil Wayne:
Uh, blue skies, blue skies, I see you with my red eyes
Bust your fucking grape nigga, turn your shit to red wine
Don't fuck up my high nigga, I'm too gone, bye nigga
She get dick, weed and ignored, that's a D.W.I nigga
My skin crawlin', my walls talkin', the pictures in here lookin' at me
The ground movin', I'm seeing shit, I'm blowing like I'm stuck in traffic
I'm smoking on that strong, got me coughing/coffin *** like I'm getting buried
I've been fucking Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary
I'm stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run around Saturn
Eyes rolling back and keep blinking like hazards
I said king me, king me with my mushroom crown on
I graduated to better drugs, my cap and gown on
Don't knock me off my high horse, what I do is my choice
I'm high as the scoreboard, bitch look up at my points
I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth, I got high and fell asleep loaded
I woke up and got high again, OK, I'm reloaded
Juicy J:
Weed, pills and that drank
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
Weed, pills and that drank
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
Lil Wayne:
Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man
Pussy ass nigga wanna spark something, I'm a gasoline can
I'm high nigga don't blow it, I trust it as far as I could throw it
I don't know if I'm coming or going, T, make my blunt a Samoan
And I see lights flashing, life passing, take a bitch home and fuck like rabbits
Styrofoam cups and wine glasses, shot glasses, hot flashes
My tongue's numb, I can't talk, no balance, my spine hurts
My mind surf, my eye jerks, I try different drugs, I'm diverse
Go
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Lil Wayne:
I ain't lookin' back, nigga.
I'm a douchebag to these pussy ass niggas.
Hammer in my draws but I nail yo bitch.
Blunts like fingers, I'm bout to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire.
Life ain't shit but bitches and money.
I pass that weed, like I studied.
Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix.
Highway to Heaven, I'm taking the scenic.
You tied to the track of my train of thoughts.
And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks.
And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I'm a sensei.
And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape.
Tools on deck, tattoos on necks.
Life is a bitch, I'll make her yo ex.
Better turn to God, 'fore I turn to Godzilla.
How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea
Muthafucka it's on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong.
Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone.
I'll have a broke muthafucka run in ya home.
For a crumb and a bone and put one in ya dome.
One in ya dome, one in ya dome
One in ya dome, one in ya dome...
Empty stomach, full clip.
I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.
Empty stomach, full clip.
I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
Lil Wayne:
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid.
You ain't gon' hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play.
Ain't nun sweet but the codeine nigga.
Eyes hella red like chlorine nigga.
I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' that money.
Long hair, don't care, Hacks
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I see ya, I see ya
Girl I wanna love you long like ether
I know you want that pita
Girl I say I know you want that pita
That banana like Chikita
I'ma hit it like Derek Jeter
The neighbors gon' think I beat her
I'll throw that dick much deeper
Come be my wide receiver
I'll give that girl a seizure
She forget her boyfriend, amnesia
She wanna ride it, I let her have it
She betta ride it like Danika Patrick
I get behind it, and move her
Like the Heimlich maneuver (OW!)
[CHORUS]
I don't know about you (chea)
But I'm really, really f**ked up (chea)
No more liquor in my cup (chea)
I think it's time for us to, time for us to, time for us to f**k (let's go)
I think it's time for us to f**k (let's go)
I think it's time for us to f**k (let's go)
I think it's time for us to, time for us to...
[VERSE 2]
Bounce that booty like a basketball
See, I'm a ball-hog; I don't pass at all (ha-ha)
And now she wanna put her sister on
Now I got twins like "The Whisper Song"
And you could call her Mrs. Me Too
I say I'm on a strict diet, I can only eat you
Lick it lick it, lick it, lick it; I like to
Lick it lick it, lick it lick it..(ha-ha)
I got that Goose in my system
Somebody gon' be my victim
I got patrone in my system,
Somebody gon' be my victim (OW!)
[CHORUS]
I don't know about you (chea)
But I'm really, really f**ked up (chea)
No more liquor in my cup (chea)
I think it's time for us to, time for us to, time for us to f**k (let's go)
I think it's time for us to f**k (let's go)
I think it's time for us to f**k (let's go)
I think it's time for us to, time for us to..
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(Talking)
Lil' Wayne: Aye, Aye Fe I saw this girl the other day she gave me her number right you think I should call her
Fe: You betta nigga
Lil' Wayne: I think I should call her
Fe: you betta nigga
Lil' Wayne: You think I should call her
Fe: Betta nigga
Lil' Wayne: I should call her
Fe: betta
Lil' Wayne: When I call her imma be like aye or should I be like darling or should I call her beautiful somthin nice ya know that sweet shit or should I be like bitch like..how bout miss, miss, miss ok...
Miss. Butter peacan Caramel southernbell
she hotter then a summer day in hell
Im under her spell she say her name was Shantel she said she gotta man I cant tell
because when we be rockin we get it poppin like an amstel like
rite up in the hotel
maybe the stairwell
she blows kisses to my handheld
shes an Angel her name should be Angle
im blessed I kill her with the rich man smell
she got a wet man holdin you mans fell
whoa I slipped in the ink well I saw jellyfish and seashells
no further details I love the smell of a female and your one hell of a female
Im tellin ya female get in the CL and let it be sweet sailin and late night emailin
oh fe she feel me
I thinks he feel me she feel me
(Chorus)
Ok I called her on the late night
it was late right i was on her ass like some break lights
but I aint stop for the red lights
we get it poppin till the blue and red lights come knockin
neighbors keep trippin
we keep f**kin
sex revolution baby im comin to the down the hall way that leads to your tummy
mommy Imma keep pumpin to you scream young money
and me and your boyfriend not the same I goes down like a stock excahnge
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[Lil Wayne talking]
Ok I'm finally perfect, ya know
Yall already know what it is and if you don't
Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you
[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas
Half ass rappers and true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
Because this is the Carter, a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
[Lil Wayne]
Who am I, young wizzle fa shizzle
Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals
My charm starburst, my watch skittles
I'm hot sizzle, what up hot bizzle
Holla at a playa, I'm sorta like BD
Yall can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups
Soft top the Coupe, mami pop her too
Don't chase the feelin baby girl let it come to you
Remove the ceiling on the girl now she comfortable
I'ma world class G mami f**k wit dude
I got Lazy-Boy bank that's comfort low
I'ma offense coordinator run the shoe
You watch your grill what you ought to do
Fore' your ribs get barbecued
And my ribs is showin I say I'm starving dude
This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude
What up Reel, c'mon
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
I'm the Birdman Birdman Jr. bitch
I be high in the sky shit on you and yo bitch
I be flyer than your guy nigga lose the prick
Now if ya follow everything just grab a wing
And we could sssssshhhhhhhh
All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all
Young Mar' picture the broad lick
All the way down to the balls then she wipe it off
If getting money is wrong I ain't right at all
I young money a car I just write it off
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own click
I wou
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Lil Wayne:
Drop that coke in that hot water
And tell that bitch to hold her nose
Her name Tunechi Bitch
First name Tunechi, last name Bitch
It ain't no bitch, bitch
But it's Tunechi bitch
And right now, I'm here checkin' in for the mothafuckin' appreciation
Who the fuck is Stevie J?
If you don't know by now, you mothafuckas stupid, nigga
Fuck wrong with you?
LIV on Sundays
And money every mothafuckin' day, nigga
Hood:
Man I'm richer than a bitch, ho, you must think I'm lyin'
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy, you must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready, you must think I'm lyin'
Man I'm richer than a bitch, ho, you must think I'm lyin'
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy, you must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready, you must think I'm lyin'
Hood:
Big homie droppin' off the torch, I'm smokin' out the Porsche
Real life, street nigga, made a million off the court
I don't even fuckin' hoop, I can really run and shoot
Ho you know I give and go, I can really duck and move
Homie call Pusha T, ask him what's the bookin' fee
I don't need a fuckin' show, hit my kitchen, cook a ki
She say "Thank you", I say "Please, all this coke, you still want cheese?"
All that dope stuck in your nose, and you still gon' charge a G?
Ho you know it's so HB, we got the game like KBC
Gave the profit to my mom, I've been bumpin' Tracy T
I've been leanin', I've been fienin', I've been prayin' for my demons
You must
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Lil Wayne talking...yeah, hard body hard body,carter carter carter, carter, yeah lets go
Verse 1
Cash Money, Young money, Mother f**k the otherside, they can f**k wit us if they want I bring em' homicide, word to my mama I'm gon' continue bombing, told her gettin outta the game is like comin out of a coma', I'm tryin, but im normal when this rap shit get boring all I ask is that u pray for me, please...and the beat keep crying and imma keep beating her, Fee im f**kin her, im deep in her, sleep in her, and wat happens when the reaper come, I'm jus hopin that he sends the elevator up, I made enough I aint make shit, so while im here imma take that and take this(nigga)breakfast yes....lets eat wipe your mouth when u finish that heart for the lunch and dinner, no beginner to the criminal activity, f**k with them they rushin in like seminoles, indians no bow and arrows Harold, Just Ninas trina,Just choppas Robert, carter 2 tell me how is u gon' stop a riot(huh), I lock and seal it, im the best i can feel it, im in the lead i can pop a wheelie, not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb i'm here motherf**ka make room (Booommmmm!)Young tune the big kahuna its my ocean baby yall niggas is tuna, better now than sooner, jr,flyin round your city tryna take a number 2nya, aint goin nowhere special i wont never leave(un uh) shit im already a legend if I ever leave(ya kno)You cant get rid of me(un uh)not lil me man i got em' imma get em "B"(I got em B)I'm hungry like I didnt eat, I want it like i didnt see a meal before seventeen (boy), wat the f**k u niggas tellin me (huh), u pups cant keep up with the pedigree, catch me where the weather be, somewhere in the seventy's(yeah), Call myself settling, palm trees, with methazine, but whats new, sometimes I cant cut through that rough loot get f**ked so many times to its f**k u(f**k u), so how u won' do it baby we can get it all u gotta do is say it and im
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[Lil Wayne talking]
F**k with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherf**ker would trip this year
[Verse One]
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy love thy brotha
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherf**ker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younga stomach
You niggaz better take side with young money, Cash Money
You'll get left in your ride crash dummy
I'll be around when the times get ugly
When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running
The magazine empty and the nine stop busting
I bang my fist till my palms get bloody
'cause I'm a monsta man
I'm gonna find you in my AP nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he stands
I'm gonna die with this blazer rite in these hands
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherf**ker would trip this year
[Verse 2]
Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four's, forty-five's
Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am
So ready for whateva that awaits me
Run up in your place wile you're sleepin await the
Calicoes, ak's, Uzi-machines
Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees
I am takin names, so who wanna leave
Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve?
I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshitin
AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin
Feet by the
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[Lil Wayne]
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Ain't nothin' nice or sweet (Huh?)
They don't even much understand this (Uh-uh)
Look-
Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and O's
Forty-fours under my clothes – I'm drunk and blow
And I done told them boys if they play I dump their mothers
Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters
I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' Bubba
for the summer in a bright orange pumpkin Hummer
(??) from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay
And make me run in your place and take your pops away
See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay
So I can get it understood and have you chopped today
And not to say I could even hit your block and spray
And try to knock all the bone structure out your face
Stick a potato on the head of my nine – it's deadly quiet
Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig
The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all
Young or old, nigga, big or small
Ain't nothin' nice
(Hook [Lil Wayne])
Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues
[Lil Wayne]
Look-
Now we all do dumb things
Playin' with Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em
I'll murder his father right in front of him
None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout
Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out
I got two double Desert Eagles, bustin' at your peoples
Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces
(????) off the meters
Don't leave without the heaters ... Read more »
Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man
Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand
We be steamin.. blazin.. nines, pumps, and K's, and
Holly Grove 17th, (what) tha hood where I (what) was raised in (what)
Niggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and
rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and
Hood fulla real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers
EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward
No respect from no stunt, and no money without power
We keepin niggaz hotter, EWWWW nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour
Some niggaz like that powder, foldin up what they drain
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)
From the home of that 'caine, jackin and crackin brains
Broadcastin live from Tha Block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
Chorus: B.G. and Juvenile, Lil' Wayne
Juve: Nigga you got that llello?
B.G.: Well cook something nigga
Juve: Nigga you let them K's go?
B.G.: Well bust somethin nigga
Juve: Are you duckin that law?
B.G.: You better run from em nigga
Juve: Are you playin with that raw?
B.G.: Well won't you front somethin nigga
[Wayne] Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha..
[Lil' Wayne]
See where I'm from we keep our guns out
Dodgin cops and burnin blocks, so we be thugged out
It's time to floss, bring the big bodies on dubs out
And they got quarters, halfs, and birds in that one house (I got it)
(I got it) It's all good in the hood but a lot illegal
Soon as you get
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I'm holding on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground
I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...
Ok I'm talking bout a
Good girl gone bad
Crooked world wrong pad
Right mom wrong dad
I sing this song mad but not mad enough to shoot you
But it just eats me up like some bbq from Luther's
In the morning with the boosters
On the corner with the boosters
And she's the freshcut and they're on her like sutures
And I wanna talk to her
But her momma has to school her
I wanna see her better
She's the weather of my future
I don't wanna see another hurricane
Baby you can kill the pain
If you just let me explain
Trust me I know what I'm sayin'
You will end up on the track of an oncoming train
Stuck in the passenger seat
Trying do the fast lane
Well once upon a time there was a mom and a dad
Who on the outside had everything people wished they had
A beautiful daughter two story house two car garage
And a white picket fence wrapped around the front yard
See daddy was a doctor
And mommy was a banker
Mommy's job got outsourced
So now mommy's drinker
Daddy had a malpractice suit
Now he's a snorter
And all this shits takin place
right in front of their daughter
She says, “Daddy what's wrong?”
But he's just too high
“Mommy what we gon' do?”
She just get drunk and cry
Caught in the middle of two wrongs trying to do right
Looking for answers alone in the darkness of night ... Read more »
[Lil Wayne:]
Vule Voo voo Sha Avec moi BitcheZ (Showtime)
Re Re Re Remix [x4]
(You Know What Time It Is Right)
[Swiss Beats:]
Chilling In My Beama
[Lil Wayne:]
Sitting In Ma Phantom
[Swiss Beats:]
Listening To Either
[Lil Wayne:]
Listening to the Anthem
[Wayne:]
Weezy da bama wat my bama
Your girl wit me so i fan she dont answer
He so sweet make her wanna lick the rapper (this is the remix)
So i let her lick the rapper
She take care of me
And the homeboyz after
Jumpoff Jumpoff the girl a jumpoff
I let ha snort of mountains
And she get jumpedoff
Jumpoff Jumpoff you know she a jumpoff
Pull my dick out and watch her jump on jumpoff
You make it so hard when it all so basic
Chevy grill look like a set of new braces
Southside baby
We outside baby
Smoking on this bitch like Popeyes baby
[Hook - Lil Wayne]
Vroom on'a yamaha, chromed out 11 hunn'ed
What I'm doin, gettin money, what we doin, gettin money
What dey doin, hatin on us, but dey never cross
CashMoney still da company, en bitch I'm da boss
En I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
I'm da, yung stunna, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Yea bitch I'm paid, das all I gotta say
Cant see'ya lil niggas - da money's in da way an I
I'm sittin high, a gansta ride blazed
If you aint gonna ride fly den you may as well hate, shit
I gotta eat.. yea even though I ate..
En'no it aint my birthday but I got my name on dat cake.. shit
Believe dat en if ya mans wanna play
Imma f**k 'round en put da boy brains on da table.. hey
Pick 'em up, f**k 'em -let-em-lay
Where I'm from we see'a f**kin dead body er'yday
Look, uptown, throw a stack at 'em
Make a song about me, I'm throwin' shots back at 'em (pop)
bitch im a pipe, she-like a crack addict
If she saw me cookin' eggs, she thought I was back at it..
I grab my keys, hoe I gotta go
I got my motorcycle jacket en my motorcycle loafs
[Hook - Lil Wayne]
Vroom on a yamaha, chromed out 11 hunn'ed
What I'm doin, gettin money, what we doin, gettin' money
What dey doin, hatin on us, but dey never cross
CashMoney still da company, en bitch I'm da boss
En I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
yung stunna, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
[Christina Milian and (Lil Wayne)]
(Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it)
(They just don't get it)
(Temperature's risin', her body yearnin' yeah we on that R. Kelly)
(And then she tell me)
Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby I'll be your gasoline
(And they just don't get it)
Lets start a fire, watch the entire
World as it opens up in flames
(And they just don't get it)
Lets start a fire
(Yeah, Mickey & Valerie)
(Yeah, Bonnie and Clyde)
(Thelma & Lil Weezy)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm like goodness gracious great wall of China
All we do is fuck all day, all mañana
It's a cold world, I stay warm inside her
Make her perspire sweat blood and crying
Goodness gracious, great God almighty
She fuck me like a king, Stephen, Martin, Rodney
We break all of monotony, baby we high commodity
They just don't get it
[Hook: Christina Milian and Lil Wayne]
Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby I'll be your gasoline
And they just don't get it
Lets start a fire, watch the entire
World as it opens up in flames
And they just don't get it
Lets start a fire
Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it
They just don't get it
Temperature's risin', her body yearnin' yeah we on that R. Kelly
And then she tell me
Lets start a fire
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Like goodness gracious, great balls of fire
She ridin' me like a street car named desire
Stop, drop, roll and shake what her mama gave her
Clap that ass like the choir
Oh, I run into my old thing
I say bitch you broke my heart, but thats just growin' pains
Trust me, she ain't nothin' but an old flame
I threw
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Cover my tracks like butter so where the bread be
I say beef is dead meat who that the president yeah me
No one scare me, and you ain't gotta double dare me
Hear me loud and clearly rats aren't near me
wiretap niggaz get blood in they earpiece
I'm from New Orleans nowhere near peace
Pure Beast, Fear Free, Dear Grief
Catch up bitch I'm in gear three
zoom gone, see ya peace drop one finger
F**k 'em and whoever made 'em
I will hurt whoever love 'em cause I hate 'em
Lookin' for a lady, high and sedated
Got her to the pad, I 'on't know how a nigga made it
She gave me relations, so now we related
The morning comes, the picture faded
Awaited on my turn to burn, can I get a light
Little dog, bigger bite, Jackson Five, Little Mike
Can I get a mic or a mic and a half
That's Source homie, shout out to the editing staff
I'm all grown, so much better with math
I need a spread in the Forbes takin a Benjamin bath yeah
I'm servin' this track like, Stephen Graph yeah
Roger Federer, there's no competitors
Niggaz know my rhetorhic, bitches know my preference
Young God baby, all them other niggaz reverends
Sittin in my big house surrounded by my weaponries
I keep them away like I got leprosy
Chopper right next to me loaded up wit pepper seize
Got an extra clip but that's only for my especiallies
(Dramatic, Dramatic) This is especially for you
Disrespect a nigga game what kinda referee is you
Swallow it slow, make a nigga ride wit the pistols
Cuzz the fakest niggaz ride wit the pistols
Even if I die old, I'ma die with the
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[Chorus] (Lil' Wayne)
I've been lonely, I've been waiting for you
I'm pretending, and that's all I can do (that's all I can do mama)
The love I'm sending ain't making it through to your heart (I hope you hear me)
[Lil' Wayne]
Pain, since I've lost you, I'm lost too
Nigga feelin' like he at the bottom like a horse shoe
Sorry for the trouble that I put you and your heart through
God knows that I'd do anything for a part two, or to
be prayin' for the day you come back to me, sayin' that you forgive me
Give me another chance, I'm needin' it like a kidney
I don't wanna advance, give me back her hands
Give me back her touch, I don't ask for much
but I f**ked up, I know I f**ked up, I admit I f**ked up
but everybody f**k up, now this other nigga lucked up
Tellin' me and my clique don't give a f**k
Cause um, we from New Orleans, she was from Georgia
She was my down chick, I was her soldier
I was her gangsta, she was my shoulder
You were the pistol to my holster .. BANG!
[Chorus] (Lil' Wayne)
You've been hiding, never letting it show
Always trying, to keep it under control (I see you hidin' it mama)
You got it down, and your well on your way to the top (keep doin' your thing)
but there is something you forgot
[Lil' Wayne]
You forgot about the house, you forgot about the ring
I remember everything, I just wanna hear you sing
I remember the love, right after the fights
You can't tell me you don't remember those nights
and if I would cry, then you would cry twice
To me you are the brightest star under sunlight
See take away my title, take away my stripes
You give me back my girl and you give me back my life
Give me back my girl and you give me back m
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[Hook - repeat 2X]
Don't let your mouth open up
'cause you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
'cause you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no
[Verse 1]
Aint no snitches ridin wit us
Ol mo the mouth niggaz could holla the front
Cant no loose slips get on my yacht
I leave player haters at the dock, watch
And your nigga help ya burn the block
As soon as you get hot nigga turn to cop
Ya settin up federal appointments now
Nigga all in court pointing out
Daddy not knowing what he doin his child
We gon mail him his finger when he get out, yea
Just to show him what we's about
Never let shit about G'z leave ya mouth, yea
You inside can't leave ya house
Two donut lovers to police ya house
I sneak past those brothers leak in ya house
And put the heat dead in yo mouth, so shut up
[Hook - repeat 2X]
[Verse 2]
Wizzy nigga been bout me
Stay low so you don't know shit bout me
Make no mistake I'm a veteran at
Me never rat mommy taught me better than that
Get a gat if you ain't got one already
If you do then you ain't got enough get two
And you could never get me nigga get you
And you ain't got to f**k me girl f**k you
I'm rollin wit my goons
And I would never roll on my nigga take that to my tune
aint no girl came out of mom's wound
Real nigga shit muthuf**ker I'm tuned, and I was taught
If a man talk about another man while that man ain't present
A man don't listen
They throwin brick but they hands is missin
Just watch what you sayin sissy
[Hook - repeat 2X]
[Verse 3]
Aint no telling who spillin the earl
You telling yo boy he tellin his girl
O, Now she telling the world
It ain't no s
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Uh, Umm, Weezy ya'll,
Young Money, Cash Money,
This is,
Ladies and gentlemens, Ya'll know me,
[verse 1]
You know I ride for my motherfunkin' niggas,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,
They tell me dont get high, && I should try to make a living,
I tell em' i'm gon hustle, && I rather make a killing
My eyes is so wide as he watchin the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, imma kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas,
And f**k ya, hot spitta, young money, we the realest,
And I aint gotta lie when I tell you im the illest,
My flow is nasty, like C Y Phyllis,
Self made G, and them bitches know the business.
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,
And when I was 5, my favorite movie was The Grimilins
Aint got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention,
You looking for devine and the little intervention,
And them birds don't fly, without my permission,
I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes,
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons,
See my world is different,
Like Dwayne Wayne,
And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thang,
[course]
And you know that imma ride with my motherf**kin niggas,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,
Don't worry bout mine, imma grind till i get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
Cuz the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And if you look high, you see that im gonna be in it
The sky is the limit,
[verse2]
Buck Ten in the coupe, And your bitch love it,
Switching lane faster than she switch subject,
Tell a bi
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[Hook]
YEEEAH!
Dough is what I got lil' mama,
Dough is what I got pretty lady
Dough is what I got Shawty
Dough is what I got baby
C'mon I'm, Paid, I'm Paid, I'm Paid, I'm Paid
[Verse 1]
Give a woman none (uh' uh')
I already gave my brother some
It's my sister's turn
Ain't it funny how the fish do birds
Wit ya boy, just relax like a fresh new perm
And the world in the barrel of the pistol turn
We get it how we live, Never Live and Learn
Gotta talk about the flow, 'cause you is concerned
Only Down South Rapper coulda been in da FIRM,
Or, Tha Commision, or a Wu Tang Nigga
Tried to tell ya I can kick it like Lu Kang Nigga
Got that Sub Zero Flow how you want me ma?
Nigga get over here like Scor-pi-on
And, When it comes down to this recordin',
Im must be LeBron James if he's Jordan
No!, I won rings for my performance,
I'm more of a Kobe Bryant of an artist
Same coach, same game been startin'
Same Triangle offense
I come through the lane like a dawgin'
Referee niggaz is lame, they call chargin'
I have no brain I'm Retarded
We all not the same I'm a Martian
You can be my Jane, I'm your Tarzan
I'm from the jungle where the snakes is all poison
I am Magnificent like Marcus
You might wanna fall back like August
I'm laced up Timbo whateva you call it
I hit niggaz in the head like Vonage
I am talking to no particular audience
But understand I am the guardian
And understand there won't be no guarding him
You will just get played like an accordion
I don't give a damn if she's bossy
I keep pussy runnin' like a faucet
She better catch like she Steve Largent
Because I'm ???Wassup!??? like Martin
[Lil Wayne]
Since I've lost you I'm lost too
Nigga feeling like he at the bottom like a horse shoe
Sorry for the trouble that I put you in your heart too
God knows that I'll do anything for a part 2
Hard to be friends for the day you come back to me
Sayin that you forgive me
give me another chance I'm needing it like a kidney
I don’t want a advance
give me back her hands give me back her touch
I don’t ask for much, but I f**ked up
I know I f**ked up, I admit I f**ked up, but everybody f**ks up
Now this southern nigga lucked up
Telling me and my click don’t give a f**k
Cuz I'm from new Orleans, she was from Georgia
She was my down chick, I was a soldier
I was a gangsta, she was my shoulder
You were the pistol to my holster. Bang
[Hook] (Lil Wayne talking)
You've Been Hiding, Never Letting It Show
Always Trying, To Keep It Under Control (I see you hiding it mama)
You Got It Down, And You're Well On Your Way To The Top (You doin’ your thing)
But There Is Something You Forgot
[Lil Wayne]
You forgot about the house, you forgot about the ring
I remember everything, I just wanna hear you sing
I remember the love right after the fight
You can’t tell me you don’t remember those nights
And if I would cry, you would cry twice
To me you were the brightest star under sunlight
Take away my title, take away my strength
And give me back my girl and you give me back my life
-Give me back my girl and you give me back my life-
See this is just a nightmare so I blink twice
Open up my eyes hoping she’d be in my sight
I remember the time I wish I can bring it back
What she means to me is what I mean to rap
[Hook] (Lil Wayne talking)
You've Been Hiding, Never Letting It Show
Al
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[Verse One]
Say boooyyyyy
You don't want to get hit with the AR, AR, 15, 15, flip cars
So just imagine what it do to pussy niggaz that goin against me
I come hhhaaard, I'm so hard
I'm bruising up my knuckles I'm watching my fist bleed, fist bleed
So whhhaaat
I'm bustin this bustin this f**kin up everybody that I see
So move to the left, cause you might catch a hot one
Tear a whole square out ya chest with the shotgun
Make a whole pair out one nigga with the shotgun
We can go there, my nigga, I'm so there
Rockin' by myself with the chopper on the backseat
Shoot out the driver side knock his body to the backseat
Stop pause, make the Dominique Dawes
Flippin bitch niggaz when them shorty's go off he
[Chorus]
Lose the handguns, we don't got back nigga
We hold shotguns, we pop that nigga
And when you shot it, don't it
It make ya body bounce
You do the shorty bounce
And when it hit you don't it
It make ya body bounce
You do the shorty bounce, bounce
Shorty Bounce
Now bounce shorty bounce
Now bounce shorty bounce
It make ya body bounce
[Verse Two]
A, ay fella
You ain't wanna get hit with the AK, AK, 47, 47, heavy metal
Guns and roses
Roses and dresses
Funeral settins
Blessins
Ay man
You see 'em on the waist
I'm tryna shoot straight, straight shot
Don't lose faith
Homie use safe
Hit ya in ya grill, now they call you two face
This ain't dance, this a motherf**kin' pressure point
Eartquake, break a nigga down to a decimal
Break a nigga break, break a nigga down to a vegetable
Lay ya grandmother next to you
This the, the untestable, the untoucha
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[Lil Wayne]
Yea, yea, yea
Weezy baby y'all, don't get shot
Rappin' fire, what you know about it
I brought my homie along for the ride
He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel
[Robin Thicke]
I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even louder we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security good
Jumped right over counter
Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her
I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter (2x)
[Lil Wayne]
I think they want me to surrender
But no, I can't do it (2x)
So many doubt 'cause I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake
I'ma play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow
[Robin Thicke] + (Lil Wayne)
With all these riches and, all these riches
But ain't no loaners around
They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that
Guns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners that
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter
Put my hands up
They want me with my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
[Lil Wayne] + (Robin Thicke)
But I'm not
I just cry mama, I think they, hey
Me think they want me to surrender (Shooter)
And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' being patient
Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers
It's outrageous, you don't know how sick yo
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Walked in the bank like my shit don’t stank
Bitch, I’m from New Orleans, everybody ain’t saints
Pockets never empty, Weezy F, full tank
Try and check me and I’mma leave that check blank
Tongue kiss that pussy, make that woman have convulsions
I’m in this bitch throwin’ up blood like an ulcer
Real nigga like a motherfuckin’ slave
R.I.P. these niggas, like a page
“Um, hello, how’re you doing, sir?”
Doctor call that MD, that’s mur-der
Bitches ain’t shit, and niggas ain’t neither
Bad bitches, I’ll get “at you! ” like sinus (bless you)
These niggas is fake, like a bosom
And everybody’s on edge until you push ‘em
Ha! But the pleasure’s all mine
‘Cause on my watch, I’m the greatest of all time
And I don’t know how fake feel, nigga
‘Cause all my life, I’ve been a real nigga
Yeah, all my life, I’ve been a real nigga
Don’t fuck up my night, I’m like “what’s poppin’?”
What’s your friend’s name?
What y’all drinkin’ on?
Come get an oil change, I brought my AK
I’m on my A game, bitch, I’m an A-hole
Leavin’ shit stains… hoe
I’m an asshole, but I don’t give a shit
Like a hard dick, I’m in this bitch
I’m sharp, I’m cold – ice pick
Top off the Maybach – nice tits
I’m from Hollygrove, used to hang with L
I make them bitches… they waiting to exhale
I’m on some gangster shit, knock your head off
Bark up my tree, that’s a dead dog
Where them hoes at? Tell ‘em I said what’s up
I like a shaved pussy, no razor bumps
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(Wayne)
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
So take it there
(Juvenile)
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way to pick up Joyce, she be makin me moist
Givin me head while she hummin, she can play with her voice
And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass
She could ride a dick too, make me come fast
I like them modelin bitches, I love them swallowin bitches
Where them hoes, there they at, I'm 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper
Mama you can have fifty, mama you can have platinum
All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper
You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya
(Chorus-Baby)
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
(Shine), whip Rover's not Honda's
(Shine), I'm a spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine), don't know when I'm comin home
(Shine), pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine), My life is the shit
(Lil' Wayne)
It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an acqua Range, squattin things
With them twenty-two inch chopper blades
Diamond face, diamond brace
More colors than the game Simon Says
Go, 'hind me
And mami on forty-fifth she told me "I'm a last"
But she ain't like to much of this
But get to bobbin it's head, and so I took it anyway
But bitch I got family get your pussy anyway
OK, let's talk
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NiveaVerse: [Wayne]
I'm well dressed, Chanel dress
Oh hell yes I'm that miss [yea]
Lips real wet, Can you feel that?
Go tell that to that trick [shawty]
In Ls this palace, that's dropp top for ya square chicks
I know he feelin me (Daddy got you baby)
And I know he want me
[Lil' Wayne:]
I'm nicely, crisp white tee
S dots, Icy white
Rose gold, ruby red, price is right
White ice all in Christ's head
And then I sped up in that aw nawsh, I'm going hard
Paint real wet, conseal tech
And I know she feelin' me, I know she wantin' me
[Chorus]
Wayne (Nivea)
She feelin' me, (I'm feelin you)
She wantin' me (I want you)
I'm feelin' her (You feelin' me)
I'm wantin' her (You want me)
My Name is (Wee-zy)
Higher (Wee-zy)
Higher (Wee-zy)
Higher (Wee-zy)
F Baby (Wee-zy)
Higher (Wee-zy)
Higher (Wee-zy)
Higher (Wee-zy)
F Baby
[Lil' Wayne:]
I'm so G, I puff that 4 leaf
I make love to my girl and I f**k the police
She hold my weed in her pussy when we duck the police
But I don't let her hold my pistol cuz she might tuck the police
Cuz she's a gangsta
(Nivea
Street guy, three times, lie for ya,
Try for ya, ride for ya, we squad
Ooh, Weezy F Baby
I love you so I'm never ever gonna let you go
[Lil' Wayne:]
And I know she feelin' me, I know she wantin' me
[Chorus]
She feelin' me (I'm feelin you)
She wantin' me (I want you)
I'm feelin&
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Tyga:
High in the video, fuck with me, hella raw
Raw got a little riddle, riddle, twerk for a star
Started from the, like Christina, got a million
Man I'm a good guy, turned to a vill-i-an
Bully in the pack turned to a rat
Pussy on my jack, I hit a bitch with a car bomb
Bombs in L.A., bombs in the Bay
Nigga you ain't safe, I run with niggas like O-Dog
All we do is ball, all we do is ball, now I'm passed out
Lean in the drop, ice in the watch
Nigga, that's Ben & Jerry dollars, watch a nigga make a stack house
Gingerbread man run while you can
All you niggas lame, tooly on me, got killers on speed dial
Infrared blam if a nigga shout
Don't get packed out, pro'ly hear the paparazzi when I back out
Can you see now? Are you senile?
Can you see now? You could see now?
Can you see now? Can you see now?
Can you see now? When you see a nigga, don't be actin' senile
Nicki Minaj:
Sky dweller check, helicopter pad
Droppin' off a body bag
Money talk, guess I got the gift of gab
Don't interject, don't intercept
You ain't on a jet, you ain't meet a bitch with this kinda money yet
Yeah, I got an Audemar, I ain't set the time once
And I know they say they shine, I ain't seen 'em shine once
All these rappers is my sons, and I'm always nine months
Man if this was baseball, I ain't let 'em slide once
Do you see now? You playin' D now?
Oh, you wanna beat me, how?
Oh, you the number one draft in the league now?
Ride down ya block, doors twelve o'clock
Lambo, the drop, bike niggas, ain't stoppin' for a cop
I got this shit locked tighter than a bear hug
When them bitches rap, niggas need an ear plug
Can you see now? Are you senile?
Can you see now? You could see n
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I like my seat down low and my window slighty
Crack'd ridin wit a bad hoe and her girlfriend in the back. I
Like to get real high and neva look back and u don't wanna try me don't
I look strapped
I come from the hardest city ain't nobody
F**kin wit it got a black and gold sole and a fresh new
Orleans fitted , a collared polo and a pair of bally
Bucks young money muthaf**ka know ya worried
Bout us cash money muthaf**ka see im all I trust
Neva had my jaw broken but his jaw i bust and i
Probly got ya girlfriend on my bus wat happened
On my bus stays on my bus and that white widow
Weed out the jar is a must if u gimme a cigar than
A cigar i bust put that white widow weed in the
Cigar and puff look ma im tryin to make a prono
Starrin us well not just us a couple foreign sluts
We could amke the summer manal n trallin ya'll
And i be wit jim jones and we be ballin ballin yea
Baby we ballin like rawlin and spaldin pint of dj
Screw and that hawiian i am leannin like a three
Legged lion climbin right to the top of the mutha-
Fukcin mountain countin i'm gonna need an accountant
To count it, manny got this f**kin beat poundin it's
Poundin but it was just lost until i found it, found it
Stole it like a scoundrel holly grove hounded put
This bitch to sleep f**kin rite i nite gowned it
Niggas talking shit tell them niggas pipe down
Bitch bloods in the building and every body sound-
Les beatin up the track like a muthaf**kin round fist
Blind, deaf or crazy i will spit like a long kiss
I am just a martian ain't nobody else on this
Planet i know see i live by my only where my
Cheese nigga where my macaroni baby i get up
In that ass and act a donkey candy on candy nigga
Gripin the grain see i am the only fire that can
Live in the rain i am s
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((Verse 1))
They know where Carter at
Straight off the launchin’ pad
Marchin’ on the moon
MuthaF**ka I been to Mars and back
Cleaner than Laundromats
Jumpin’ in somthin’ from other countries’
companies junkie u cannot order that
I flew there and took the water back
Oughta go to iraq and getta a car wit gas an’ tell dem crackas war wit that
All I need is a auto-matic-tic-BOOM
I’m a goon, I go zoom, smell the fumes, from the vrooms…
Young toon in the room gimmie room, all u doomed by ensumes,
And get all my chips into blooms, I will never be another groom
Unless I assume, the bitch ain’t givin’ up the womb
To him in whom M.O.B. let me bloom, let me boom,
I pop early like firecrackers in the last week of June
I’m gettin’ my lunch like Noon…I gotta eat
ScarFace wit diamond teeth…Ha-Ha
((Hook))
…On tha fo’realla muh nigga jus’ call me SCARFACE…x3
…Nobody Know My Name, They Only Know My Face…
…On tha fo’realla muh nigga jus’ call me SCARFACE…
…Nobody Know My Name, They Only Know My Face…
…On tha fo’realla muh nigga jus’ call me SCARFACE…
((Verse 2))
Protect Me From My Friends
I can take care of my enemies
I come from where da niggas jus’ kill to save energy
Sorry world but my mommy told me where the clinic be
So if u try to mimic me u prolly catch some sick disease
Six degrees leanin’ on dat prometh-th-th-th-th-sine
I’m a centipede these men move at women speed
I’m bout my…
“Spinach”
“Cheese”
“Dough”
“Cheddar”
“Fetti”
“Gwap” ... Read more »
[Chorus x2:]
Rubber Burnin Turnin Corners Beatin Like A Congo [x2]
Drop Top Flip Flop Shine As The Chrome Glow
Blowin Dro On 24's Livin How The Song Goes
Rubber Burnin Yeap Yeap Yeap Yeap
We Keep That
Rubber Burnin Yea Yea Yea Yea
We Sayin
Drop Top Flip Flop Shine As The Chrome Glow
Blowin Dro On 24's Livin As The Song Goes
Dipset... Santana
[Verse 1:]
Aye Straight Of Thr Lots How I Get Mine
Pick Mine
Car Clean Lookin Like It Jus Been Spit Shine
24 Inches On His
Rims Big
Bout The Size Of A Two Year Old Kid, Ya Dig?
Plus U-Turnin In Da S-550
Look Like Im U-Turnin In Da Jet
Why Did He Do That When He Jus Cant Do
Why Did He Come Back
Im Jus Frontin How U? How U?
Haha
Devo On My Side
While The Tires Burnin
I'll Be Burnin
Im Skoolin These Niggas
This Wut U Call Higher Learnin (Yup)
So Listenin Up Grab A Chair, Have A Seat
Crack A Beer, Smoke A Blunt
Watch Me The Captins Here
Louie Vutton Sneaks On The Pedal
Do A Hundred For A Mile
Like My Feet Went To Sleep On The Pedal
And No Longer Am I Gonna Pop Tags Off My Clothes
Dudes Need To Know I Spent Big Cash On My Clothes
No Cash On My Hoes, I Just Pass On My Hoes
Till My Niggas Let Em Hit It
Then They Get Passed On Some More
Got My System On Dunk
And Its Rattlin The Trunk
Niggas Know How I Get Down
They Just Glad It Aint Da Punk Bangin
Rubber Burnin Turnin Corners Beatin Like A Congo [x2]
Drop Top Flip Flop Shine As The Chrome Glow
Blowin Dro On 24's Livin How The Song Goes
Rubber Burnin
Rubber Burnin
Drop Top Flip Flop Shine As The Chrome Glow
Blowin Dro On 24's Livin As The Song Goes
[Verse 2:]
Yea
I Cant Feel My Face
Cocky In Da Coupe But The
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I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
I fucked you on your job, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
And I don't give a fuck but I got to, I got to yeah yeah
They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut
And that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
We fuck and crash that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
OK, fuck my hand, suck my thumb
Be a lady and buy me lunch
Send me cards, make me read
But don't send me no flowers unless it's weed
Cause I'm that nigga, she said I'm that nigga
She ain't got a man but act like I'm that nigga
She check my phone, what's that about?
Any other ho I would've cursed her ass out
But that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
She kiss my ankle when I twist my ankle
She even did anal when she don't do anal
My bitch, I'm thankful, let's hold hands (Can we?)
Let's slow dance (Shall we?)
And we gon' be like 1, 2... 1, 2
She said I'm the one, girl you the one too
I stand up in that pussy like a sunroof
Yeah
I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
I fucked you on your job, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
And I don't give a fuck but I got to, I got to yeah yeah
They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut
OK, now give me coochie at my mama's crib
On Thanksgiving everybody's listening
All your home girl's bad and they're our guest
Let 'em all in and I'll play chef
That's romance cause we so real
She said she can not take the pain, if it ain't a pill
She said fuck these hoes, they just mad ... Read more »
Uh, Umm, Weezy ya'll,
Young Money, Cash Money,
This is, the Drought 3
Ladies and gentlemen, You know me,
You know I ride for my motherfunkin' niggas,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,
They tell me dont get high, n i should try to make a living,
I tell em imma hustler n id rather make a killin
My eyes is so wide as he watchin the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, imma kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas,
And f**k ya, hot spitta, young money, we the realest,
And I aint gotta lie when I tell you im the illest,
My flow is nasty, like C Y Phyllis,
Self made G, and them bitches know the business.
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,
And when I was 5, my favorite movie was the gremlins
Aint got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention,
You looking for devine and the little intervention,
And them birds don't fly, without my permission,
I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes,
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons,
See my world is different,
Like Dwayne Wayne,
And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thang,
And you know that imma ride with my motherf**kin niggas,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,
Don't worry bout mine, imma grind til i get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
Cuz the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And if you look high, you see that im goin be in it
The sky is the limit,
B
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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
AK on my night stand, right next to that Bible
But I swear with these fifty shots I'll shoot it out with five-o,
Pockets gettin' too fat, no weight watchers, no lipo,
Money talks, bullshit walks on a muthafuckin' tight rope,
And I make that pussy tap out, I knock that pussy out cold,
Nigga, you get beat the crap out, but that's just how the dice roll,
These hoes want that hose pipe so I give all these hoes pipe,
She get on that dick and stay on all night like porch lights.
Let's do it, fuck talkin', we out here we ballin,
And I'm sprayin' that on these rusty niggas like WD-40,
We fucked up, we Truk'd up, no if, and's or but fucks,
Bitch niggas go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that's fucked up.
But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever,
These bitches think they're too fly, well, tell ‘em hoes, I pluck feathers,
I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit fuck Gucci,
She's blowin' kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches.
And that's 2 Chainz...
[Chorus: 2 Chainz: x2]
Look at you, now look at us,
All my niggas look rich as fuck!
All my niggas live rich as fuck!
All my niggas look rich as fuck!
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin,
I turn the penny to a muthafuckin' Janet Jackson,
Tell the bitches that be hatin', I ain't got no worries,
I just wanna hit and run like I ain't got insurance.
Ho, what's yo name? What's yo sign? Zodiac Killer,
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter,
Yeah, murder one-eighty-seven,
I be killin' them bitches, I hope all dogs go to heaven,
And I got Xanax, Percocet, promethazine with codeine,
Call me Mr. Sandman, I'm sellin' all these hoes dreams,
Got a w
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[Lil' Wayne]
What what what
What what what
What what what
Listen, listen
When.. I come through.. bustin'
Everybody on.. tha block be.. run-nin'
Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I.. be.. thug-gin'
Got.. them.. things.. ten up, keep.. hustlin'
Catch me at tha shop, I will.. be.. there
And my prices stay low, I keep.. it.. there
And if you want it raw, I got.. it.. right.. here
And if you want war, I am.. your.. nigh-tmare
This is all I know, it's bang bang
I hustle and slang slang
My block.. I hang hang
Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My cell is ten in heat
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it's him or me
I pop head-bustas quick
I rock here for my brick
I chop that, I'ma (?)
My shop here (????)
I always.. thug in black
And always.. bustin' gats
Your girly's.. f**kin' back
Now how you... lovin' that
Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)
Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't scared, they blow, your sets up
[Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen
I give it to 'em how they ask me
Raw and nasty
Tha AK, I pack it
Believe I'm 'bout that action
Slash a busta like a fraction
I'm on that yolla
Standin' on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulder
Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks
Now it's time for your momma ta order a dozen of T-shirts
For only half-a brick
I'll blast tha fifty
And I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til I jam tha clip
Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what
But it's about ta get ugly
Ya'll betta call people up
I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between you
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[Chorus: Young Jeezy (Screwed & Chopped)] [x2]
I represent for the South
My residence is the shore
couple golds in my mouth
Bring my dance and my charm
I'm as hot as it get
I'm the youngest in charge
and ya oughta show some respect
I represent for da South
[Rick Ross:]
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't give a f**k, I'll push ya hat back
Still sellin' dubs nigga, that's fact
You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that
I had to pawn my chain to grab a half ounce
10 years later, time for me to cash out
You dealin' wit a dope dealin' dictator
F**k traffickin' nigga, I get the shit catered
See the clique tailored, only the Gucci shit
I f**ks wit' Damon, I'm in the movies kid
My mom reminisce on a late nights
When I used to reel em in wit da straight white
Now I'm 6, 17 with a li'l Beamer
First foreign car, far from a lil' dreamer
Daddy severed his relationship
I think momma quit 'im cuz he wasn't makin shit
[Chorus:]
[Lil' Wayne:]
Money to be made best believe a nigga glockin'
I run it myself like a quarterback option
I pitch 'er ten g's, tell a bitch to go shoppin
She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back on chopper
Niggas try'na kick it but no I don't play soccer
I'm all about my cake, I'm try'na marry Betty Crocker
A package on the way you know my whip game proper
And off of one key, I see seventy thousand dollars
Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint
I bet wit' Yo Gotti he hit five straight points
We over here hustlin, we over here grindin
You rap bout money and a nigga might sign you
Rap bout me and a nigga might find you
Banana in ya ass wit ya head right behind ya ... Read more »
[Lil' Wayne]
Can... they remember... me?
Lil' Wee... zy
[B.G.]
Make 'em remember (Haaa!) ya nigga
Let these niggas know your (Look!) background nigga (Look!)
Let 'em (Look!) know your (Look!) background!
Let 'em know how you've been for a while
[Lil' Wayne]
All I was taught was murder murder
Kill drama and nothin' less
I strap tha Smith Wess and bust.. it in they chest
I had ta hustle hustle hustle hustle
Had ta struggle for success
Hid grams in girls' breasts, stick bricks.. under they dress
Them niggas there with me fooli'
Me, I'm full of that dilly
Hope when I catch them slippin'
Him and they daddy's trippin'
Shorty can hold it down
Shorty be totin' rounds
Smellin' like a pound on school grounds
Shorty, wow
Hair... all over my head
Bandana 'round my brain
Eyes bloodshot red
Briches down to my legs
Guns up in my trench
When niggas playin', they get drenched
My pockets is full of lead
So, nigga, stay off tha ben
I'm young with bad nerves
Since I lost my partna, I've been troubled, hurt in this 'burb
So I'on't even hesitate ta leave 'em on tha curb
And wet dem niggas' shirt
Nigga, get 'em full of birds
Tell them niggas, Geezy!
(Chorus, [B.G.])
Remember he? Tha little G, never die
Took one to tha chest, but Weeze Wee never die
Remember he? Tha little G, never die
Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die ... Read more »
[Intro]
ye ye It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt
to redeem your love, that's exactly what I need
[Verse One]
[ye ye ye come on] young boy, I know you love me like you never loved
you know you couldnt find a better thug
and uh, you been peepin me since I was younger
so young that you even called me your little brother
but I'm all grown up now I got my own money
I'm married and divorced and my daughter is a woman
and guess what? my daughter want another
sister or a brother and you lookin like a mother
I took you from a clubber to a lover
and you took another bitch husband
the other bitch wasnt doin shit for him
she say she did too much, I say she did nothin
she need to quit frontin
I havent hid nothin and you love everything
cant hide ya feelings, can't let my pride conceal it
you got Wayne, I charge it to the game
and baby you can keep the change, but...
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt [we goin hold on]
yeeaa to redeem your love, that's exactly what I need
(It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away) - 2X
[Verse Two]
Destiny Child CD, song number three
she cater to me till we fall asleep
then we wake up and we pick up where we started
then she make a nigga breakfast sprite orange juice and barter
and she on stage waitin for me after my show
so no time for groupies, straight to the top flo'
fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel
then after an hour, she gon need another shower
I'm at home or in the coupe or in the office
or the streets or in the booth, thinkin bout you
and, most
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Lil Wayne:
I got you T-Baby, it's Weezy
I'm in the game, I need a timeout
Fuck around and wake up at everyone house
Cause I'm 'bout what you ain't
What you aren't, you foreign
To a rebel, now hear me yell ho
Fireman turn your pussy to a hell hole
T-Boz:
Last night a little dancer came dancing to your door
Last night it got freaky, and started dancin' on the floor
He said, now come to me babe, I got a license for love
And if it expires, I can't help you no more
In the midnight hour babe, he cried "more, more, more, more"
With a rebel yell, he cried "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe, he cried "more, more, more, more"
With a rebel yell, he cried "more, more, more"
More, more, more
T-Boz:
He don't like slavery, won't sit, sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely, he sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to be me babe?
What set you free?
I need you hear by me, because
In the midnight hour babe, he cried "more, more, more, more"
With a rebel yell, he cried "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe, he cried "more, more, more, more"
With a rebel yell, he cried "more, more, more"
More, more, more
T-Boz:
He lives in his own heaven
But we can get it on, get it on, 24/7 yeah
We up all night, heaven
And just as long, just as long, you don't mess up my hair
Lil Wayne:
Well I'mma do you like new psycho bananas
Cameras, hammers, never mind
You wouldn't understand, you just a fool
But she know when she need a fix, hammerman, I got them twos
And a lot of dudes are not me
Cause I am not even who is inside me
No homo, but I need help
But until then, it is rebel ye
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[Lil Wayne]
What?!
What?!!
Look—
Okay, let's cut the crap
I'm straight gangsta - forget the rap
I only stick with that 'cause my ma don't wan' see me flip the crack
And I'm quick to click and spit the gat
I be dipped in black
Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match
Like: where them cats who trippin' at? - Point niggas out
'cause right now I'm full of that spinach that'll knock Lennox out
The Mack-10 is out, as well as the gauge and the pump
You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front
I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump
So if I come, nigga, just save me a blade and a pump
I'm raised in the slum where the bad grow
Unlike no other, I'm real (??) like bag 'Bauds
I stash O's in the drawers of my trash hoes
I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow
I mash low in a stolen hot RAV-4
The Macks blow bullet holes for my cash flow
Is that so?
(Hook [Lil Wayne])
I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog
That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all
If you don't get the hell when he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up and slam his parent's street
When I blast, bullets spit faster than MC Hammer beats
I be damned if he get a chance to sleep
I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree
I flash the piece at your lil' woman and make her dance for me
Then jam the freak with a broom - blood leak from her panty crease
There has to be some explanation for this insanity
Yeah, y'all niggas faker than that boy (fill in the blank)
Now g
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They say the Rock shit, doesn't rock anymore
They say the whole game done went pop so I'm back in this ho
We drinking gin till we pass out and fall on the floor
Is that your bitch, cause she told me she ready to go
[Fred Durst]
Back, it's the mother fuckin' Rock God
So poker faced ladies going GaGa
That's right it's Freddy D
The public enemy
You know the one that had Britney droppin' to her knees
I don't give a fuck
I probably never will
Bitch get at me if that ass is like Jessica Beil's
Who's down with me tonight?
You know I'll treat you right
You're safe with me until they're turning on them ugly lights
So throw them fingers up
And finger fuck the sky
She like the way we pump it
I call her pumpkin pie
I ain't about to lie
I came up in here high
If you don't like it I'll bust you in your fucking eye
'Baby you're a rock star'
I know who the fuck I am
40 million records later
I am still the fucking man
All I want to do is rock
All she wants to do is roll
Now she's at my house
Sliding up and down that pole
[Lil Wayne]
What the fucks up,
fuck the world bust a nut,
I’m on this and that and such and such,
It’s ashes to ashes, dust to dust come on,
Rock, rock, rock, rock with a real nigga,
Everythin I touch turn to gold, she a gold digga,
shots, shots, shots ...
have a bitch takin shots, like Reggie Miller.
Lil weezy in this bitch hoe,
she wanna green light, let the bitch go,
I go hard, go nuts, I go skitzo,
And now they wanna copy me like 10-4,
I can’t stop, I won’t stop,
I got
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Weed And Syrup Is the Combination
And The Inspiration
As For You Pussy Niggas
I Just Realize You Can F**k With Me And You Never Will
Bitch Ass Niggas, Weezy F. Baby Believe Dat, Haha, Yeah
I Got Them 24 Inches Sittin On The Joe Buddens
In The Trunk STRAIGHT Jumpin
Bitch I Can't Hear Nuthin
And I Might Do The Spurs Sittin On Them Tim Duncan
And In The LAMBOURGINI I Do Donuts Like Dunkin
Canary Bad Bitch With A Pussy Wanna F**k Em'
But I Just Feed Em' Girls And Watch Em' F**k Each Other
My Neck Was 100 And My Wrist Was Another
And Make Her Pussy Wet I Leave That Bitch With A Puddle
On My Beats I'm A Dog I Should Rap Wit A Muzzle
Peyton Manning Flow I Just Go No Huddle
Baby Girl Gettin Straight Dick No Cuddle
You Know I'm Out This World
I Just Brought A Space Shuttle
I'ma Put Some D's On That Bitch
And These Hoes Starting To Get Like Fleas On My Shit
Have You Seen HER? WHO? Nina She's On My Hip
Yellow White Diamonds Call Em' Cheese On My Grits
You Niggas Ain't Ballin Real Talk You Niggas Can't Guard Me
Two Niggas Can't Gurad Me You Lookin At Jordan
From The Side Like Spike At The GARDEN
I Got The Hardest Bars Just Call Me The Wardin Haha
Yeah Excuse Me Pardon I Break A Bitch Down Like Tonya Harden
Bitch I'm Cole Not Dude Off Martin
Pockets Just Fat Like The Clumps and Norbit
Bitch I'm Fly Like The Magic Carpet
And Bitch I'm Fresh Like A Pack Of Orbitz
See I'ma Take It Back To New Orleans
And Bitch I'ma Shine In The Land Of Darkness
And Which I'ma Grind Till My Stacks Is As Tall As A Wall Is
And I'm High Don't Wanna Know How Deep The Fall Is
No I Can't Come Down
And Everytime I Send My Girl Out Of Town I Put Some D's On That Bitch ... Read more »
[Verse 1]
Now watch me break em up
Tape em up
Gun up in his face
I be like straighten up
Do make me bust
Run up in this place
I put my K to her and Uzi to him
I woosy from gin
Like shut up or get two to your chin
You and your friend ??? how they do it in the pen
I'm kinda off
The 90 sparks give a damn bout your car
I'm behind the tips of the Excursion
Drunk and swervin'
Your mom was twerkin
Don't be jerkin in the middle of ???
I heard he got the murders so I'm going to get 'em
His boys are trippin so now I got his ma and children
Plus I slid inside tha back of A
96 Acura
Click-Clack and A
Black automatic Cataca
Bitches got me rataca
Pistols out to damage ya
I swear i'll have this broads brains over the Avena
Mario and Samua
Screamin' man blast her brah
Now you reall askin fa
A motherf**kin massaca
WHAT!
Chorus: Baby, (Lac)
Put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up
Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up
(Nigga if you got lets continue to deal)
(If you move twenty birds I consider you real)
Put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up
Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up
I, put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up
Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up
(Nigga if you got lets continue to deal)
(If you move twenty birds I consider you real)
What, put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up
Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up
Fresh checkerboard Vans and a t-shirt
And its goin down but she first
My flow sweet make my teeth hurt
I spit icecream bars thats dessert
To me theres no such thing as a G-1st
Yeah my feature price high like a mink purse
I smoke a whole reef of that reefer
Drugs are bad but i beg to differ, sir
I just take a look at her face
So she can see that my shades are Versace, and she purr
Cuz i'm a cool cat per say
So i give her my life and now i got 8, woah word
She ask me to come over her place, i said sure
She said she been horny all day, i got the cure
I'm on her like turf
Now bring that ass, bring that ass, bring that ass hurrr (here), ya dig?!
I dont know what you've been told
But i can tell u something bout me
I smoke weed
I drink and i roll
Now is you f**kin with me?
Now i cant tell u shit bout the next man but he aint got nothin on me
Cuz after a pill and a half and a shot of patrone
I'm a pussy MVP, yeah
I Gotta Taste For U,Now Wat U Wanna Do
Gurl U Cold Let Me Suck Out Ur Flu
Gurl U Cold, Gurl U Cool, U Heard Of Salt N Peppa Well Gurl U Food
Gurl U Hot Like A Bowl Of Hot Stew
And I Just Stood Over Ma Stew And Just Flew
And Wen Theres No More Of U In Da Soup,I Remove Ma Spoon And Drink Ur Juice
[Chorus:]
It Goes P-U-S-S-Y Because Its Da Reason I Am Alive, See Ima Need It To Stay Alive Its Like I Gotta Eat It Just To Survive, Because, Im Da Pussy Monsta, Da Pussy Monsta,Da Pussy Monsta,Da Pussy Monsta, Gurl U Gotta Feed Me ,Pussy ,Pussy Pussy,Pussy Pussy,Pussy
Now Wat U Wanna Do
If Her Draws Hit Da Floor U Could Bet She Blue
Mic Check 1,2
Out Da Bout 1,2
P-L-A-Y Bitch I Dont Have A Clue
But,Wen I Find Out, Ima Sure And Tell U
Wen I Sniff Ma Top Lip, I Culd Still Smell U
Wen I Swallow Ma Spit, I Culd Still Taste U
Put Dat Pussy In Ma Face Every Time I Face U
[Chorus:]
It Goes P-U-S-S-Y Because Its Da Reason I Am Alive, See Ima Need It To Stay Alive Its Like I Gotta Eat It Just To Survive, Because, Im Da Pussy Monsta, Da Pussy Monsta,Da Pussy Monsta,Da Pussy Monsta, Gurl U Gotta Feed Me ,Pussy ,Pussy Pussy,Pussy Pussy,Pussy
Now Let Me Get Back To Her
She Call Me Dracula, And I'll Vacuum Her
Dat Shrimp, Dat Fish, Dat Cat, Tuna
I'll Smack It Up Flip It Like A Spachula
A Lil Drip There Runnin So I'll Tackle Ya
Baby Can I B The Worm In Ya Apple Butt
Now Go Back In Her,And If U Backin Up
I'll Suck The Front Of Dat Pussy To Da Back To Front
I Put Dick In Ha Pussy Like A Black Acura
I Been In Dis Game, I'll Make Da Gurl A Acura
Acsua,.. Da Camaras Is Lookin, And I Hope She Make Me Eat Ma Word Cuz Ma Word Is...Pussy,Pussy ,Pussy Pussy,Pussy Pussy,Pussy Because, Im Da Pussy Monsta, Da Pussy Monsta,Da Pussy Monsta,Da Pussy Monsta, Gurl U Betta Feed Me ,Pussy ,Pussy Pussy,Pussy
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Maestro...
Young Moolah Baby (Young Money)
Arite (Arite)
Yea (Wut We Is)
I Wouldn't Care If You Were A ProstitutE and
That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew
See It Wouldnt Make A Difference
If That Was Way Before Me And You Girl
See You Dont Ever Have To Worry About Me
As Long As You Keep It Real
Whatevers On Yo Mind
Speak On How You Feel
Stay Truthful to me
And Never Lie To Me
And Dont Ever Keep No Secrets
No Matter Wutever Uh Uh..
Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea
Well If Ya Dont Then Ill Explain
You Can Be My Misses Wayne
We Can Do The Dam Thang..And Thangs
You See I Had To Tell My Nigga Lil Boy
I Met A Girl Like You
Cuz I Aint Never Met Another Girl Like You
But I Know Wut To Do Wit A Girl Like You
Three letters...I Do
I Wouldn't Care If You Were a Prostitute and
That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew
It Wouldnt Make A Difference
If That Was Way Before Me And You Girl
See You Dont Ever Have To Worry About Me
As Long As You Keep It Real
Whatevers On Yo Mind
Speak On How You Feel
Stay Truthful To Me
And Never Lie To Me
And Dont Ever Keep No Secrets
No Matter Wutever Nahh
Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea
Well If Ya Dont Then Ill Explain
See I'll Give Up The Game
Now At The Top Of The Arena
Theres My Jersey Wit My Name
Wuts Happenin Baby
Wuts Happenin Baby
You Know You Need To Roll Wit A Champion Baby
And Everytime I See You I Get Asmtha Baby Like...
Thats Ma Baby Yea
I Wouldn't Care If You Were A Prostitute
And That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew
See It Wouldnt Make A Difference
If That Was Way Before Me And You Babe
See You Dont Ever Have To Worry About Me
As Long As You Keep It Real
Whatevers On Yo Mind
Spe
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Damn She Bad, Damn She Thick
And I May Not Know It Perfect
But Damn She It, And She Thick And She Right
Damn She Nice, You Can Be My Judge Baby
Yeah I'll Do Life, Give Me Life
And I Know That You Be Dancing Till Your Toes Hurt
But I Can Make Your Toes Curl
I Can Make Your Soul Jerk
We Can Soul Search
And I Also Got That Street Credit
I Got More Work Than Any Dude You Knew
Girl I Am A Blood Sooh Wooh (Haha)
I Hear You Want Somebody You Can Call Boo
I Will Change My Name To Boo
And F**k Around And Call You
Now What You Wanna Do?
Because Whatever That Maybe
Baby I Won't Do That To You
And Ohh I Can GPS You
What You Gone Do Like A Pair Of Wet And Sticky Vintleys
Girl I'm On You Ok Ma Da Mood Is So Right
Like Two Can Take Flight
My Big Bro T.I. Is The King
I Am Your Prince Your Knight Right
You Don't Need A Superman
You Just Need A Man Like Weezy (Baby)
And I Can Make You Feel The Same Way
We Can Postpone And Stay Home Like A Rain Day
She'll Have The Salad Just Put Her On Wayne's Plate
Watcha Know Bout Having Syrup Being Poured On That Pancake
Nasty As I Wanna Be Or Nasty As You Like Me To
B I Hope You Like Me Too
But Now You Know I like You Too
3 A.M. Room Service Serve Ya
You Can Be My Dessert Be My Caramel Shepperd
Call Ya Mama We Can Make A Baby
And The Way You Work That Mic In The Video Was So(Crazy)
In The Chair Or/a Stool Move Was Cool
You Make Me Wanna(Ohh)
Don't Be Cool I Need A Moment
I Think You Are The Finest Human On Earth
We Can Get Together I Can Help You With That Homework
Take Yo Ass To School Too Boo
Teach You All The Rules You Neva Knew
We Need A Moment
I Can Be Yo Future
I Could Be Yo Teacha
Video Professa
Write Down This Lettra
Y
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Damn She Bad
Damn She Thick
And I Mite Not Know Perfect But Damn She It
And She Thick And She Rite
Damn She Nice
You Can Be My Judge Baby..Yeah I'll Do Life
Gimme Life
And I Know That You Be Dancin Till Your Toes Hurt
But I Can Make Your Toes Curl I Can Make Your Soul Jerk
We Can Soul Search
And I Also Got That Street Credit I Got More Work...Than Any Dude...You...Knew
Girl I Am A Blood Su-woop
I Hear You Want Somebody You Can Call Boo
I Will Change My Name To Boo And Fukk Around And Call You
Now What You Wanna Do?
Because..What Ever That Maybe Baby I Will Do That Too
Ad Ooo I Will G. P. S You Now What You Going Through
And Likk A Pair Of Wet~N~Sticky Vickies Girl I'm On You
Okay Ma The Mood, Is So Rite,
Light, 2 Can Take Flight
My Nigga T.I. Is The King I Am The Prince..Your Knight, Right
You Dont Need A Superman..You Just Need A Man Likk Weezy
[Ciara:]
Babyy
[Lil Wayne:]
And I Can Make You Feel The Same Way
We Can Postpone And Stay Home Likk A Rain Day
She'll Have The Salad Just Put Her On Wayne's Plate
What You Know 'bout Having Syrup Poured On That Pancake?
Nasty As I Wanna B..Or Nasty As You Likk Me Too..Be
I Hope You Likk Me Too But Now You Know I Likk You Too
3 Am Room Service..Serve Ya
You Can B My Dessert..Be My Caramel Sherbert
Call You Mama We Can Make A Baby
N The Way You Work The Mic In Your Video Is So
[Ciara:]
Crazzyy
[Lil Wayne:]
And The Chair Or Stool Move Was Kool
You Make Me Wanna Oohhh
But I'ma B Kool I Need A Moment
I Think You R The Finest Human On Earth
We Can Get Together I Can Help You With That Homework
Take Your Ass To School Too Boo
Teach You All The Rules You Never Knew
We Need A Moment
I Can B Your Future
I Can B You
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Lil Wayne
Thats why I love u B
Now take that shit off
Chorus
you tryin to knock me but I will not answer
Ur girl just wanna be my private dancer
And she wanna be my private chauffeur
To ride that boy like a roller coaster
Get on it and Get to it
Get on it and Get to it
Girl Yeah (Do u) Girl Yeah (Do U)
Girl pop (Do me) Girl stop
Verse 1
I got a girl from the ATL
She tell me boy stop and I tell the girl yeah
She get crunk like me to pull her hair
I pull that thang out and I be like gurl where
she reply anywhere i tell her
gurl stop gurl stop
I'm in strokers me and lil Budda
Ain't got no ones so we throw up the two
Chorus
I got money on my mind
Women on my phone
F**kin with the prince
U wanna f**k me in the throne
She say she get hot when she see me in the coupe
Well I'm hot too baby gurl I'm soup
And we can get to whatever u gon do
You say u on 1 whatever I'm one 2
And this the truth all u female R and B divas
I got dick for the whole crew
Chorus
Ok Im finna finna
bend her right over and stand ova her like a winner
like a winner
And then I then I
Send her home to u and I'm threw
And look at u U f**k wit her
U crazy They call me Weezy Baby
She don't forget the baby And u don't get the baby
U crazy
Chorus
Yeah
So dont play wit it get straight 2 it
'cause we dont play with it, we straight do it
we straight do it, Do it, Do it good
We straight girl, we straight hood
We eatin over here and we done ate good
I say her pussy okay but her face good
Baby come and spend a day with a young man
Lay up under hot boy get a sun tan
Im a one man band hit the drum plan
I got my glove
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(Lil' Wayne)
And who i be? Weezy Baby, and honey please, say the baby,
and I got em on they knees, saying baby,
Im a goodfella, they bout to make me
but I been made ho, I been paid ho,
I spent 2000 dollas on these shades ho'
I'm red hot, I'm ice cold
I got enough cheese, keep me out that mice hole
I got nice hoes, I got bad bitches
Yea, Daddy's rich I got their bitches
----Chorus----
hey where we from, new orleans
hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes
and what we drink? (drank)
that lean (lean)
cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!)
and what we smoke? That piffy (you know)
presidential shit, bill clinton (you know)
black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
presidential shit, monica lewinsky
----Verse 1----
I'm back for the mothaf**kin title wish an idol
get money 'til I die, got my hand on the bible
I'm a scrap what I'm writing wit a hand full of rifle
If ya man feelin Eifel, Imma make his ass leeeeaaan
Yeeah, 60 grand cut the lights on, 40 grand for the floor cut the mic on
thats right ho, Hawaiian punch sprite so purple wit the 'tuss
bitch I'm on that leaaaan,
Yeah, and I'm on that green
Won a championship I'm still on that team
yeah, and I'm ya woman's dream,
And If ya feelin' cold man Imma blow that steam (PFFFF)
Hah, and I'm so damn clean
These leaves cost a stack, that's throw back jeans
You wouldn't know that you don't roll like me
We in the building everything cool until i scream (yeah)
[Chorus:]
Before I Sleep I Pray To The Lord
A Soul To Keep
And If I Should Die
Before I Wake
I Pray To The Lord
My Soul To Take
For Goodness Sake
[Repeat]
Yeah I Wrote My Will Just The Other Week
And Whats Funny, It Was Only One Sheet
And I Know Its Only One Me
But I Hope I Am Everything My Son Be
Im Trying To Live Right, Stay On That Drama Beat
But Im In The Fast Lane, In The Front Seat
I Wonder Will I Loose Control Of The Mazarati And Hit Some Tree Being Young Me
Is There A Heaven For G's And Soldiers? I Cant Go To Hell, Cause I'd Take Over
I Feel It Approaching, But I Aint Scared
I Made That Bed, And I Should Rest In Peace
[Chorus:]
Before I Sleep I Pray To The Lord
A Soul To Keep
And If I Should Die
Before I Wake
I Pray To The Lord
My Soul To Take
For Goodness Sake
[Repeat]
Yeah And Everytime I See The Sunshine
I Drop Down And Give Thanks At Least One Time
Feel Like Im Living On The Front Line
Im Feeling Like Every Second Is Crunch Time
I've Had Breakfast, Will I Make It To Lunchtime?
And I Ain't Joking, So Dont Be Looking For Punchlines
Will I Be The Next Victim Of A Gun Crime
I Dont Know The Answer, Thats Why I Brung Mine
Riding By Myself Late At Night
Pistol On My Lap At Every Single Red Light
Yeah I Made My Bed Right, So When I Do I Should Sleep Tight
In Peace I Rest
[Chorus:]
Before I Sleep I Pray To The Lord
A Soul To Keep
And If I Should Die
Before I Wake
I Pray To The Lord
My Soul To Take
For Goodness Sake
[Repeat]
Bury Me A Gangster Cause Thats What I Live
Dont Cry For Me I Gave The Best I Could Give
I Can Only Do Me, So Thats What I Did
And I Cherish Every Breath Of My Kid
And I Dont Wanna Go Before She Grow,
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I get that money thats my top commitment, ya'll niggaz just talking ya'll politicians but let me get slick real quick like rick without the patch on my eye take a patch out the sky cause i'm fly i say that alot and imma keep on thousand dollar jeans on nigga keep goin keep walkin peace home they won't find me in my beach home, im outta reach home,i gotta speach for em,umm f**k them and whoever know em 1. Im stepping in the convertible with a nasty ass virgo she feel my gangsta i ain't even half a game memba, but that came natural sorta like magical how i disappear when i dip in the bathroom but i be back soon f**king with theme racoons like Jackie Bruson on his Honey Moon. Wad up few.
(verse 2)
I cooked up crack in the pot I piss in, yall niggas just talkin yall politicians, with the wind against my back I defend any attack by any way im in in fact Haah, and its like that mY impact so hard if i Die i probably bounce right back, i walk around with a mice trap, niggas with cheese dont like rats and despite that i been around a few gold fish, im still a shark out the ocean, I wheel the f**k out the 0-6-4, sit low like im 4-6 left arm so stiff yall dont know shit about this stuntin business, im about to teach that to all of my bitches, but back to the business, give a motherf**ka so much coke they probably have problems with they kidney's
(verse 3)
They got hater's out there but i'm optimistic, ya'll niggaz just talkin ya'll politicians, i'm walkin what im talkin and sprayin what im saying and i'm stepping what im rEppin imma bout what i shout boy the loudest mouth of the south boy, i'm from the dirty dirty you can't get me out my shout boy. I gotta money clip, im like what for i told ho's that they can't hold that, i stick it in her back pocket make her butt large and pull her seven jea
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Mr. D. Carter
from out tha deep water
thank the lord for my voice,
the beat, and the recorder
now pick an alphabet
and your a z and
while i'm up tryin to be tha best mc and
now let me in
I got my key in
and with them alphabets,
I never used p-e-n
but i gotta lotta paper
but a lot aint enough
so I got an occupatioin
gotta bring the bacon
straight to the kitchen table
homie if ya girl pregnant
you should kiss her naval
cuz you probably wont live
to see the mothaf**kin cradle
ya past left a scar
and the future's lookin fatal
ya can't be sorry
ya gotta be a savior
gotta be the bread winner
so go rob the bread maker
when they put ya homey to sleep
its gotta be a wake up
ya move in tha hood
then ya gotta meet the neighbors
I holla
Bitch get off me
bitch get off me
I'm the little ass nigga
known as big homei
the killas is ballin
the niggas is targets
the snitches is talkin
but this is New Orleans
I love what i got
I'm just livin the moment
I aint dyin just yet
I take a shit in the coffin
I already know how to piss in tha toilet
I'm tryin to get tha pot
to piss in in the mornin'
I never fall back
I'd rather go forward
and when I come through
ya betta duck like howard
because i got power
just like a forward
I come through the lane
and straight dunk like Staudi-
Mire, Amare reminds me of I-uh
he's a Pheonix sun and I am fire
dis-re-spect and I spit fire
til ya neck end up like
Hey
now would ya light that blunt
promethazine please
now bitch look at me
like a set of t.v.'s
I'm just tryin to live out my destiny,&nb
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[Baby talking to Wayne]
Ay Wayne
I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right
Ya feel me
These niggaz out here picking bullshit over money nigga
But you know what f**k a nigga
We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full
[Chorus: Baby]
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The only way we live it only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga
[Verse 1]
Well I'm a 17 nigga got that hollygrove in me
It ain't coming to me so I gotta go get it
You ain't f**king with me I got the hottest flow nigga
There ain't nothing to see because I'm not in yo vision
On and I'm gone get fed up one day
Put lead up in the K
Come and hit up where ya stay so
Baby momma betta get up out the way
Cause the bullet got no heart
And the trigger man crazy
Little man if a bigger man jumps through
Then I'm in the hood with the pump in the truck looking
But if you ain't in them cuts or on them benches
Im a park the f**king truck and knock yo door off the henges
Yes weezy baby flow off the henges
So off the tempo no pad or pencil
Well let me go back to what men do
Throwback Benz purple, Throw back 22's Bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Weezy F. Baby hand cocked
Demand my cheese
F**k you pay me
And I can't stop
Please, what you crazy?
Man I'm a get it like the man on the chorus
Got my hand on a fortune
Bang at ya porches, Bang at ya window
Kidnapp ya neighbors, torture ya kinfolk
And tell the
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[Lil Wayne]
Whaaat
You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones
or dope and powder broke, and our sale's soap and flour
And most of our customers come up to us daily
Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy - a hustler, baby
What can I give you? I distribute ki's to the kings
and z's to the fiends, and ecstasy and weed to the teens
You need to see Wheez - anything you like and I have 'em
From crack to Viagra, and Vicadins valiums
I'm the nigga they point to when you hit my av
So get all your money together, come and get my slabs
I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half
And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav'
And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid
For the white people, when I get you bricks for ten, I know the right people
And I keep a nine on my waistline
And I'ma be right on the corner, wodie - I'm gonna grind
(Hook [Lil Wayne])
I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm tryin' to grind
I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind
[Lil Wayne]
Nigga, y'all gon' respect Wheezy, or else the tec squeezin' shots
I have your chest steamin' hot, and your sis' screamin', "Stop!"
I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed
On the corner 'til the mornin', see the cops and flee
And if we beef, we don't beef long 'cause we gon' creep all night
So I hope you don'
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Nicki Minaj:
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck's sake
If I did I menage with 'em and let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a set up for a punchline on duct tape
Worry 'bout if my butt's fake
Worry 'bout yall niggas, us straight
These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
Hut one, hut two, big bitties, big butt too
Fuck with them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
These hoes couldn't test me even if their name was pop quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don't fuck with
I don't fuck with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet
Let it soak in like seasonin'
And tell 'em, tell 'em blow me, Lance Stephenson
Chris Brown:
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
Drake:
I never fucked Nicki cause she got a man
But when that's over then I'm first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought god damn, this is the perfect time
We had just come from that video
You know LA traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still staring at the titties though
Yeah, lowkey it may be high key
I been peeped that you like me, you know
Who the fuc
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[lil wayne]
Eagle, eagle carter man
In a 96 regal contraband
On my way to the east to the laundromat
Got to wash dat money and get on my ass
Gotta Flip them bricks it be gone so fast
I got to do something i done blown my last
Dolla holla at ya boy i be on da ave
In dat g pricko is what i am known to have
shit tend to be slow i put on a mask
and Make it halloween and take all ya bags
I say holly holly grove won't you gone and stand, up
and make these muthaf**kas understand
I say Look coach they pitching at me under hand
But im a designated hitter i adjust so fast
Ya'll men designing women im a woman's man
im da Cash money prince blow the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop but im a major set back when my album drop
I got dat wet crack flow out ya mammi's pot i got dat jet black four at ya mammi's spot
Im trying to get back dough i demand it now
You panic now, you betta pan it down
For the neighbors see me over here tearing it down
yea its weezy f baby and his crown, the prince
[reel]
[hook - repeat 2X]
This is my town, my home, this is my crown, my thrown, this is me on my own,lets get it on
[lil wayne]
And the hand gun is so included don't get it confused don't want no confusion and keep ya hoe i
Don't want your contusions
I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving
A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance
Its money over bitches that i am going to keep provin'
Its weezy f i got ya momma cruisin' out of all the hot boyz she say i am the coolest
I brought my bag of oranges its time to juice it
Dis game is a bitch and im trying seduce it
I floss a awful lot and haters try and reduce it
but the laser on the 45 is eyeing you stupid, oh
One shot to remind you is dat
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(ha ha ha)cut the music up please(ha ha ha)
Yea
I play the bullshit from the backseat,champ
yea im in the backseat,still got the seat back
feet back, stay from where the fake be at
niggaz snitch for the shine, where the patience at?
nigga make his own brother face his back
give love then take it back
(good grief)man this world is quite heavy on my aching back
cops killin for crack, you know the story snakes eat rats
face the facts, you cant change em
cant shoot it if you cant aim it
cant miss him, if he kill you then you cant blame him
thats just how the dice roll when you cant fade em
get too deep up in that water and they cant save ya
me,i come out of that water like i was just bathing,and watch my step on the wet pavement
yea
im from the hood so i rep them where i cant take them
"hollygrove,hollygrove" was his last statement
so nigga get that look off ya face
and recognize you got a crook in the place
they call me w,e,e crooked letter,y
im so high, i skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine
street sweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch,
leave you bloody with the cops to match
bullets holes in ya speakers from the chopper blast like....
(ha) thats bullet holes in yo sneakers got you hopin back
it all stop when they hit you in yo top and back
no cockin back
silly muthaf**ka you aint heard bout this
the clips hang down to the dick
thats a automatic shotty from a drum they call tommy guaranteed to get you bitches from by me
when i hit every piece of ya physical body
he leakin, mortamor is no longer leapin he sleepin
while you pussy niggas is sleepin im thinkin,
deep in thought the boy aint even winkin.
bob marley got me stinkin,stackin figures
im standin firm, lifes a slinky
pipes is filled with cr
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1st Verse
Hard body motherf**ker got the heart of a killer Young Guard in the buildin bout to start a religion Bout to call Bin Laden up and order some missiles Bring em straight to yo block and go da war wit ya bitches If you hit the head pin the rest fall in the position Shoot a nigga on his porch and make fall in his kitchen Cop the big boy Porshe wit all its specifics And I keep that torch baby call me olympics Red white blue pill flip my skills like gymnast And never give a bitch money blood or kidneys When the gun goes Pow Ill be at the finish wit my metal round my neck or the grab for my tennis The land of the murder dope crack and surrenders Pull up on you with the Coupe how fat your engine Never talk to those that sat on the benches I was in the game on forth and inches These niggaz want the business Imma give these hoes the business Keep f**king wit the boy that tought toys before Christmas Got all these hoes trippin Got all these hoes strippin And we aint PSC but them niggaz know we tippin I just brought a pint and aint none of yall sippin make my friends buy they own F**k Im tired of being friendly Aint gotta lie just to try and be wit me Bitches up in heavyweight bout to die to be wit me Im crazy for being Wayne or is Wayne just crazy I been around still around like the Geico caveman Hair pen trigger no I wont shave it I spot hip hop in the ocean Im gon save it The South is so dirty bitch you cant bathe it Holygrove dog and I feel like Mating Even though yo pussy slip it so fakin And its f**k you and f**k Georgia Bush not Meagan F**k waist deep im in over my head But its cool imma make it Im good like making Yo girl wants me to come around like Reagan Yo boyfriend is softer than the carton the eggs in I dont fear nothing but god and weddings At the top of my paper like Im starting a heading My homie Santana yeah thats my ace but you may know him as I cant
feel my face
[Paparue]
Original roughnecks, hear {laughing}
Check!
(Chorus 2x)
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family
[Lil' Wayne]
Look, it's little rhymecholy
Legendary like Bob Marley
17 ward superstar, feel me
I tell ya, shorty million dollar, nigga
Don't test, 'cause lil' shorty is a rider, nigga
Got my click behind me.. every step of tha way
Hit your wards, with tha pump, with your chest and your face
I'm a bloodhound... I ain't lyin', I'm thugged out!
I'm from uptown... and that ain't no Beverly Hills
You wan' know what that be like? Well, curiousity kills
Send chills up my trigga finger, blast tha dummy
'Specially if it's a drought, I got ta have tha money
Take tha hit, even if it's below tha average money
Got to make it through tha week, and feed my family uppy
I'm just a lil' thug, what
Belt-buckle fall down to my cuffs, what
And police don't even matter, they can suck what
Tha price right if I catch ya slippin', nigga, what what.. what
(Chorus)
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we (nawww)
Nobody bust them heads like-a we (hmmmm)
Nobody could outshin we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family ([Baby]What!) ([Pap.] For real!)
([Baby]What! What!)Nobody burn them blocks like-a we ([Pap.] nawww)
Nobody bust them heads like-a we ([Baby] Say it, say it) ([Pap.] hmmmm)
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family (For real!!)
[Mannie Fresh]
Eeh, what, what
What, you got a (?), 'cause of tha threats that you sendin' me?
Lil' boy, I got so much money, I know who killed Kennedy
I hear you tellin' people 'bout tha people you done
But look, everytime I brought me to
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[Charlie Puth:]
I'm facing the bottle for all of my problems
These Instagram models are nothing but trouble
She's going away now, I'm going full throttle
All these Instagram models, I said they're nothing but trouble
[Lil Wayne:]
When I met her she was out for love
Yeah, I bought her leather and some diamond studs
Damn, when I met her she was molly'd up
Fuck it, I said "Whatever" cause I'm not a judge
No, all my niggas say she's not what's up
Uh, I considered it but not enough
Uh, she just wanted to be popular
Uh, she just wanted ten thousand followers
Oh. she posted, she posted, she posted
They like it, they like it, repost it
She party promoting, she hosting
She posing, legs open, provoking
It got my head smoking
I tried to act like I don't notice
Emotions, emotions, emotions, lord
[Charlie Puth (Lil Wayne):]
I'm facing the bottle for all of my problems
These Instagram models are nothing but trouble
She's going away now (Now it's over)
I'm going full throttle (You drive me crazy)
All these Instagram models
I said they're nothing but trouble
[Lil Wayne:]
I had to leave that ho alone and get my mind right
I had to go talk to my friends, I had to find Christ
Lord I had to, open up my eyes and find light
I was so green and all she wanted was that limelight
Lord I, was so blinded by her highlights
She had me not checking my DM's neither my likes
Oh what, you modeling ma? Knock yourself out
Open my heart to you when you lock yourself out
When I met her she was posse'd up
In the section holding bottles up
Oh, she just wanted to be popular
Oh she just wanted ten thousand followers
[Charlie Puth:]
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[Intro: Drake]
Yeah I stay down with my day one niggas and we in the club screaming
[Hook]
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
Still here with my day one niggas, so you hear me say
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
I still ride with my day one niggas, I don't really need
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
I stay down from day one so I say
Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas
Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas
One more time
Fuck all ya'll niggas except my niggas
Fuck all ya'll niggas, stay down from day one so I say
(Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? Started!)
[Verse 1: Drake]
Man this shit so ill that we had to restart it
H-town my second home like I'm James Harden
Money counter go burrr, when you sellin' out the Garden
Four car garage, pornstar ménage
Birdman go brrr cause he know this shit retarded
Fuck her on the floor before we make it to the bed
That's what your ass really call started from the bottom, yes lord
OVO sound man I'm proud of my niggas,
Knew that we would make it never doubted my niggas
All my bitches love me
If I had a baby mama she would probably be richer then a lot of you niggas
Aye that's luxury dawg, day one niggas man ya'll stuck with me dawg
Ever since Youtube niggas been calling me the leader of the new school
Fuck with me dawg, yeah
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Your bitch all in my photographs, ho niggas got hate for me
Big homies all certified, nothing niggas gon' take from me
Follow codes, study game, feed fam nigga fuck fame
All black my whip foreign, these bad hoes keep tiptoeing
Down in Turks and Caicos, dope boy that's my dress code
All I hug is blood nigga, Khaled
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Detail:
You can look me in my face
I ain’t got no worries,
I ain’t got no worries,
I ain’t got no worries.
See the sh-roomies keep me up
So I ain’t got no worries
I ain’t got no worries,
I ain’t got no worries.
You see money right there, yeah,
That’s Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah, that’s Mack Maine right there,
And we ain’t got no worries
You see pussy right there
Red bone mangoes right there
See them sh-roomies right there, yeah
We ain’t got no worries
Lil Wayne:
Tunechi in this bitch, everybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel buried
And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant
Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private
Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers
Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleek
All these bitches think they’re the shit, I sent them up shits creek
You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas
It’s OK if you turn up just don’t turn off my light years
All I know is I do it what I’m smoking I grew it
These are Blood gang Piru it, all rats gotta die even Stewart
On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch nigga
I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers
You don’t get dissed, you get disfigured
She say, "Sorry, I didn’t shave so that pussy is a little furry."
I put that pussy in my face
I ain’t got no worries
Tunechi
Detail:
You can look me in my face
I ain’t got no worries,
I ain’t got no worries,
I ain’t got no worries.
See the sh-roomies keep me up
So I ain’t got no
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That wuz tha homie Brisco
I am weezy F B
Ya Dig'
one
reportin live from tha booth
im killin these bitchez yung wayne corpupt
untaimed n loose
punch drank and juice
i wuz once a sparkin 2 a flame n crew
i dont complain to u, dont complain 2 me
everybodi got beef and i juz came 2 eat
im n tha game 4 beatz
if u n my lane ill beep
i been runin this shit n i aint eva sprained my knee
n guess who came home, ronnie tha og
who still on paperz, we aint eva free
n 4 my homie streetz ima twist 1 up
cant even hit da kush, gotz 2 piss in tha cup
put hiz diss on my wrist that shit iz sicka than ah.
yo brisco, theyre aint a sky bigger than us
wuz gewd, how many diamondz u tippin or what
i took ur bitchez she aint comin back 2 work 4 a month
Drought 3, (yaya) aint shit safe
Heheha (bitch) oh streets, snap let me get em’,Ya!
You know were strapped all day and ride all night
This is the life of, the life of a,
N.O nigga, N.O. nigga, N.O. nigga
You know niggas since the hurricane came shit aint been right
If you visit my city you could lose your life
And uh, N.O. nigga, N.O. nigga, N.O. nigga
and no nigga could f**k with this flow nigga
not my flow nigga, no nigga, no young, no old nigga
I’m cold nigga, ice cold nigga, god flow I spite bibles nigga
Rifles nigga chop chop bitch,
you poppin’ lockin’ an my gunnin’ lock an pop bitch
my shit poppin’ like im chris, no chris brown bitch
this up town bitch, that uptown shit, like what now
shut up you shut down bitch, now sit down bitch
we gets down bitch, now sit down bitch, don’t make a sound bitch
like a clown bitch, that red dot cover your nose like a clown bitch
so don’t run cause imma gun you down bitch (bitch)
don’t I smell don’t sound rich, I’m like stunner im blowin out the pound bitch
I don’t need help
I ain't gon drown bitch
Cause in the pool im on the ball like the round tip
Ya 8 ball side pocket, I leave the club with two bitches in my pocket (hehe)
Naked pictures to my sidekick, tell yur bitch to quite sendin’ them pictures to my sidekick
And quite instant messaging my IM, myspace tom them bitches actin’ like I’m him
And f**k the best nigga i am,
bitches wanna f**k like there me and I’m them, ya they share me like oxygen
I got game within a game, I got em’ in
I’m talkin championship rings I gotta win, We talkin championship rings, I got 10,
I’m on my championship mayn it’s lookin’ slim, (hehe for the
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Damn She Bad, Damn She Thick
And I May Not Know It Perfect
But Damn She It, And She Thick And She Right
Damn She Nice, You Can Be My Judge Baby
Yeah I'll Do Life, Give Me Life
And I Know That You Be Dancing Till Your Toes Hurt
But I Can Make Your Toes Curl
I Can Make Your Soul Jerk
We Can Soul Search
And I Also Got That Street Credit
I Got More Work Than Any Dude You Knew
Girl I Am A Blood Sooh Wooh (Haha)
I Hear You Want Somebody You Can Call Boo
I Will Change My Name To Boo
And F**k Around And Call You
Now What You Wanna Do?
Because Whatever That Maybe
Baby I Won't Do That To You
And Ohh I Can GPS You
What You Gone Do Like A Pair Of Wet And Sticky Vickes
Girl I'm On You Ok Ma Da Mood Is So Right
Like Two Can Take Flight
My Big Bro T.I. Is The King
I Am Your Prince Your Knight Right
You Don't Need A Superman
You Just Need A Man Like Weezy (Baby)
And I Can Make You Feel The Same Way
We Can Postpone And Stay Home Like A Rain Day
She'll Have The Salad Just Put Her On Wayne's Plate
Watcha Know Bout Having Syrup Being Poured On That Pancake
Nasty As I Wanna Be Or Nasty As You Like Me To
B I Hope You Like Me Too
But Now You Know I like You Too
3 A.M. Room Service Serve Ya
You Can Be My Dessert Be My Caramel Shepperd
Call Ya Mama We Can Make A Baby
And The Way You Work That Mic In The Video Was So(Crazy)
In The Chair Or/a Stool Move Was Cool
You Make Me Wanna(Ohh)
Don't Be Cool I Need A Moment
I Think You Are The Finest Human On Earth
We Can Get Together I Can Help You With That Homework
Take Yo Ass To School Too Boo
Teach You All The Rules You Neva Knew
We Need A Moment
I Can Be Yo Future
I Could Be Yo Teacha
Video Professa
Write Down This Lettra
You
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It's me, the rapper eater
Ha
Feed me, feed me, feed me
No homo
Ahaha
Yeah
One time for me, one time for the DJ
He be Khaled, I be Lil' Weezy
Baby if you ask me, if your nasty
Creative, gifted bastard sporadic
I'm so diplomatic democradic
Touch it, bring it, push it systematic
Damn right, I kissed my Daddy
I think they pissed at how rich my Daddy is
And I'm his kid, I stunt with my Daddy
Call Ms Lee, she with my Daddy
So diss me, and don't diss my Daddy
Cuz who was there when no one wasn't
Just my Daddy
Who was there when I needed money
Just my Daddy
So who be there when I see the money
Just my Daddy
Who said that I'd be the one
Just my Daddy
Hello Hip-Hop, I'm home
It's your Daddy
When I say des
I don't mean the caddy
I mean des nuts, Akon and Khaled
Rick Ross, Tip, Stuna and Fat Joe
And I can-can-can't forget Brisco
And yeah, I had to squash the bullshit with zoe
Its a bakery here, just tryin to get dough
Shout to my dreads my hatians and chicos
you lookin for me, Ho
I'm in the 3-0-5
I'm the best rapper alive
HomeBoy got a mind that a map couldnt find
Homeboy gotta nine a cop couldnt find
But I'd be gettin to it even if I was blind
Like a scary movie they screamin when I rhyme
I'm a King, you can ask Steven if I'm lyin
I'm a Prince, too demanding like my Mom
Too bold, too cold like wet salame
ME, ME
It's all about ME
If a girl got a voice then she talk bout ME (me)
He say, she say, I say ME
We'll be in the M.I.A. ME
And me, and T, and big round Nee
And the Homie streets boutta somewhere round the beach
And tags and eat while they somewhere in the jeep
And mall in th
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Lil Wayne:
Man fuck ya'll with a sick dick
Semi automatic no click click, we don't feel you
Like an elephant, getting fucked with a tick dick
Little nigga with a thick bitch, and before I fuck this bitch
I gotta put that patch over my third eye, slick rick
Trukfit, t-shirt, talk second, skeet first
Boy your girl a jump off, I hope she land feet first
She give me brain, research, and I prefer reefer
But if you want some coke, that's cool, cause my homies still
Yeah my homies still
Ha ha my homies still
Yeah my homies still
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, yeah
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid (go dumb), go stupid, yeah
Big Sean:]
OK, my girl's and cars both skirt off
I like the pussy so wet that I can surf off
In a hot spot cause a nigga never chillin
I do it for my niggas, I just do it to these bitches
Boy, I overgrind, overshine, ain't another nigga over Sean
I'm getting paid, it's over time, I'm rolling pine
I'm so divine, I'm west side, west side, dark glasses on
Like I'm going blind, looking like Eazy E, it's just me
And lil weezy wee, get off my dick
Yeah my homies still
Ha ha my homies still
Yeah my homies still
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, yeah
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid (go dumb), go stupid, yeah
Lil Wayne:
Look, I'm east side, them haters nodding going west,
My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckas going deaf
Weezy F, I'm eastside them haters nodding gone rest, my niggas pumpin so much bass (pump that bass)
Tunechi, Tunechi, tunechi I don't love em hoes
Got so much coke, you gon need another nose man
I just played my hand, but I am not the dealer
You see I got them teardrops, I cry you
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[Intro:]
Chrome on the monster leather intestines
Wit' a top model and a contestants
I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy F**kin' Baby yeah straight up out 'da stroller
Chrome on the monster leather intestines
With a top model and a contestants
I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy F**kin' Baby yeah straight up out da stroller
[Verse 1:]
Im higher than the solar system marley twist 'em
Im like Macaulay Culkin I was rich when I was pissin'
On myself Im ballin' you niggaz haterholics
Im jus' the recipe so you can save the garlic
Im like a set of keys Im 'bout to get it started
I smoke 'dem Beverly Hills from California
'Dem bitches after me so I put that paddle on 'em
She rode my dick and said she shoulda put a saddle on 'em
I watch out for 'dem snakes listen for that rattle homie
And I ain’t got a clique I got a cattle homie
Wud up five kickin' back jus' bein' booL
Im talkin' foreign money like a European dude
Yeah Im heavy mane so you should reconsider
I hit you one time f**k up yo equilibrium
I got rhythm yeah I got soul yall
I travel all around the world like a postcard
My flow cold f**k around and get a cold sore
I got this bitch on lock like a closed door
Weezie's real 'dem otha' niggaz folklore
Im connected I got more hoods than a coat store
Im successful I got more shit than you can hope for
And I got thru 'dat water like a boat ore
Young Carter the name
Baby boy risin' like hot water and 'caine&n
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(voice)
I been standin here waitin here mr. postman
So-o-o patiently
for just a card, for just a letter
sayin is he comin home to me
(lil' Wayne)
Thats right darlin'
Its ya baby baby! (hah)
I got her waitin on me
she lookin kinda fly
she see me walkin' up and she run to the mailbox
she say its feels she's up in a cell block
and I open her cell lock
Im the:
(voice)
postman
(wayne)
Just come to make my mail drop
more masculine than him
im nastier than him
im passin her and him
in something faster than them
and then he like: damn there go that bastard again
He the:
(voice)
postman
(wayne)
and she correct him
and I respect her
and he protect her
and she neglect him
and he caress her
and she molest me
he must be weak 'cause me, I'm just the
(voice)
postman
and when her man home,
Im the ghost, man
why you think she holdin that pillow close man?
why you think she wont open the bathroom door?
shes no whore she want more of the
(voice)
postman
(wayne)
Girlfriend snatcher, i dont care if youre attached,
if thats her, then thats her,
and thats me to smash her,
now she hanging up her high ass skirt on the
(postman)
yeah baby i got that comeback,
I'll melt your walls like a thumbtack,
so miss humpback i know what to do with all that,
fall back, I'll put you in the center
(postman)
That's big talk for a little guy,
But im walkin without reply,
she got her legs up, she tryin to walk in da sky,
she calling for god, and she callin on I
she say:
Chorus: Mo Fire, weezy, mo fire, mo fire I give em mo fire.
Verse 1: Why did he pop, my fiddy cocked, my city hot, I'm dodging the city cops. I play em like pitty pat, chea, I'm kickin back, yea, I'm gettin stacks, These bitches is really rats, I f**k em and given back, yea, I really mack, yea, how real is that, you love em you really wack, I hustle and bend my back muscle is intact, my biceps and triceps is ahhh yes.
Chorus: Mo Fire, weezy, mo fire, mo fire I give em mo fire
Verse 2: I come at you, chea, its something new, the color is smurf blue, I'm puffin dat purple, believe it, if I talk it I Walk it like Hershel, I get it like it is on the commercial, first too, this is verse 2, it is worst too, I'll murk you, like I birthed you, you niggas small bubbles, I'll burp you, and spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you, my jewelry earth blue, some say it's earth green, i'm like whatever my shit mean and obscene, now I been seen on a lot of different scenes, that mean I got a lot of different cream.
Chorus: Mo Fire, weezy, mo fire, mo fire I give em mo fire
I raise mo fire to the man up higher, i lick a shot to let him know that I'm a rider yeah, my dreads hang to let him know that I'm a lion, represent the jungle when the others just tryin', i represent my mother like baby stop cryin, I know my papa gone but guarantee he see us shinin' yeah, now you are lookin at new orleans finest, now you are being blinded by european diamonds, and you will see em two or three times and got your vision all f**ked up now you can't even find me, and I ain't even hidin naw, i'm right here baby, she wanna walk me shit, i'm like yeeah baby, mighty man wit the shotty to his head rockabye his ass to sleep rock it lay em down to bed, i put you in my pocket right next to the condoms homie, you ain't nothin but a pro
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