[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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