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Love Me[Pre-Chorus: Future]
I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Mike WiLL Made-It)
I got some down bitches I can call (What's hatnin'?)
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball)

[Chorus: Drake & Future]
Yeah, long as my bitches love me (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah)
I can give a fuck 'bout no hater
Long as my bitches love me (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga
Long as these bitches love me

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, pussy-ass nigga, stop hatin'
Lil Tunechi got that fire
And these hoes love me like Satan, man
Yeah, fuck with me and get bodied
And all she eat is dick
She's on a strict diet, that's my baby
With no makeup, she a ten
And she the best with that head
Even better than Karrine
She don't want money
She want the time that we could spend
She said, "'Cause I really need somebody
So tell me you're that somebody"
Girl, I fuck who I want, and fuck who I don't
Got that A1 credit, that's that filet mignon
She said, "I never want to make you mad
I just want to make you proud"
I said, "Baby, just make me cum
Then don't make a sound"
Slick Tunechi
[Pre-Chorus: Future & Lil Wayne]
I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Yeah)
I got some down bitches I can call (What's hatnin'?)
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball)

[Chorus: Drake, Future, & Lil Wayne]
Yeah, long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah)
I can give a fuck 'bout no hater
Long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga
Long as these bitches love me

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, real nigga, fuck these haters
These hoes got pussies like craters
Can't treat these hoes like ladies, man
Pussy, money, weed, codeine
She said my dick feel like morphine
I hope my name taste like sardines to these niggas
She wake up, eat this dick
Call that breakfast in bed, 69, 96
I feel her heartbeat, I chest-to-chest with this bitch
Now turn around, face down; I'm arrestin' this bitch
Yeah, all my bitches love me, and I love all my bitches
But it's like as soon as I cum, I come to my senses
And I would say these hoes' names
But then I would be snitchin'
And these haters try to knock me
But they can't knock me off the hinges
Lil Tunechi
[Pre-Chorus: Future & Lil Wayne]
I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Yeah)
I got some down bitches I can call (What's hatnin'?)
I don't know what I would do without y'all (I don't know what I would do without y'all)
I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball) (I'ma ball)

[Chorus: Drake, Future, & Lil Wayne]
Yeah, long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah)
I can give a fuck 'bout no hater
Long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
I lost a few good bitches, met some more bad bitches
And I be schooling them niggas, pose for your class picture
Now kiss my ass if you hatin', I'm getting ass, or I'm skatin'
I lost a few good bitches, met some more bad bitches
And I be schooling them niggas, pose for your class picture
Now kiss my ass if you hatin', I'm getting ass, or I'm skatin'
Bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Future, Lil Wayne, & Both]
I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Tunech)
I got some down bitches I can call (What's hatnin'?)
I don't know what I would do without y'all (I don't know what I would do without y'all)
I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball) (I'ma ball)
[Chorus: Drake, Future, & Lil Wayne]
Yeah, long as my bitches love me (My bitches love) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah)
I can give a fuck 'bout no hater
Long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga (Yeah)
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Believe Me[Produced by Boi-1da and Vinylz]

[Chorus: Drake]
I'm the only one that get the job done
I don't know a nigga that could cover for me
Yeah, got some game from my dad
He said she might say she love me
She don't love me like she say she love me
Believe me, believe me
I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets
I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat
I'm the one they come to see because they all
Believe me

[Verse 1: Drake]
Yeah, rip, rip rip
It's been me and Young Tune off the rip
That's the man that put me in this shit
If a nigga fuck with him, I'll put him down quick
Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique
I've been takin' shit light, you don't wanna hear me trip
God damn, do y'all really know who y'all fuckin' with?
Yeah, I mean you can't blame me for wonderin'
Doesn't matter, could be winter or the summer
On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don't fuckin' miss
Yeah, Stunna and Mack know
When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back
And I was snappin' off on every single track though
Collect call from the boss like where we at though
I was like, "Hah, it's our time, nigga"
He left Rikers in a Phantom, that's my nigga
And I'll been rockin' with the team 'til Carter IX
And we YMCMB, waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga
Yeah
[Chorus: Drake]
I'm the only one that get the job done
I don't know a nigga that could cover for me
Yeah, got some game from my dad
He said she might say she love me
She don't love me like she say she love me
Believe me, believe me
I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets
I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat
I'm the one they come to see because they all
Believe me

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Lord knows I'll murk one of these niggas, yeah
His and hers Ferraris, nigga
One for me, one for my daughter, nigga
Waitin' for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga
I tote a 223, two Michael Jordans, nigga
Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga
Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga
Out of duct tape so when he prayin' I ignore the nigga
All I gotta say is "sayonara, nigga"
Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain't dyin' for a nigga
Where the real queens at? Shout out Capone and Noreaga
We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later
Diamonds in my Rollie face cannot be exfoliated
They think I'm associated, I'm the one that orchestrated
Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin'
Ain't 'bout what you walk away from, it's 'bout what you walk away with
Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant
I must be doin' somethin'
[Chorus: Drake]
I'm the only one that get the job done
I don't know a nigga that could cover for me
Yeah, got some game from my dad
He said she might say she love me
She don't love me like she say she love me
Believe me, believe me
I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets
I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat
I'm the one they come to see because they all
Believe me

[Verse 3: Drake]
Had to get it poppin' off the rip
Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick
Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick
If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip
I had to get it poppin' off the rip
I'm the one they tell yah been reppin' in the 6
Come into the city and yah niggas get to trippin'
We'll take yah to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff
Well damn, just be happy for the man
Nirvana, Coldplay, nigga got bands
Ink from the money, got it all over my hands
Goin' out to Houston, spendin' all of my advance
V Live just took me for a cheque
"Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt"
Yes, right now you are lookin' at the best
Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Mothafuck the rest
When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps
I'd give what I collect before I give up my connect
It'd be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat
One finger, slidin' 'cross my neck
Niggas know what that mean like they deaf
Nigga I'll fire this nina like it's her first day
On the job and the bitch overslept
Tune stay humble, nigga I'm a king
Need a horn and a drumroll
They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga
I don't step on one rose
I'm the only one that get the job done
I don't know a nigga that can cover for me
Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach
She look like she got a bun in the oven from me
Preheat, believe me
All you gotta do is pay me every week
I had these bitches havin' babies every week
I'm the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets
Gone

[Outro: Drake]
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Mona Lisa[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish thee
Hope it ain't too many feelings involved

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', poppin' bottles
Gettin' drunk with these bitches, and when they leave they get followed
Fall asleep with that bitch and really don't know much about her
Then she let us in, we take all of your shit, and when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love it

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I be with bitches that be with bitches that be with niggas with riches
I tell her, "Get him," she say, "I got you," I say, "No, bitch, I said get him"
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it and sleep on her titties
Then she give us the word, we come through with AKs, it's a stick-up, she scream like a victim
Now you feelin' so silly, I smoke color purple, I'm up in here feelin' like Celie (Ooh)
Nappy-ass dreads, what's that you say? Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (Ooh)
You can get snaked, you can get faked out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel, that bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like a frisbee
And you tellin' your business, she tell me your business, you tell that bitch what you feelin'
All of the beans you be spillin', to you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillin's
She know where you hide it tell me where it's hidden, she know when you're gone, tell me when to visit
We break in your home and take the specifics, and meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with him
So she don't get blamed, we don't snatch chains, we find out addresses, and we don't leave messes
You'll only know that it's gone when you checkin', then your first thought is to start second guessin'
She say, "What's wrong?" He say, "Nothin', keep restin'," she say, "What's missin'?" "How you know somethin' missin'?"
He scratch his head, she say, "Get back in bed," and she gave him some head
Boy, you can't trust them bitches, and then she say, "Ooh"
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', poppin' bottles
Gettin' drunk with these bitches, then when they leave they get followed
I be with bitches that know the bitches that's with the niggas we followin'
Get them on the line, stay two cars behind and tell them hoes, "Don't be so obvious!"
Mona Lisa, long hair, don't care
She handle the business and don't ever tell, she bite the bullet and cough up the shells
She tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place," and if he say yeah, then we meet him there
She feed him lies with his silverware, she don't want love, she just want her share

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I know a bitch named Liz, this nigga think she his 'cause she tell him that it is
So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears, and then she tell me and I be all ears
And then I go and tell my people, and they already know him, and then I call Liz, and she say he comin' over
I say, "Good girl, just remember what I told you," she gave me the salute, I say, "Girl, you're a soldier"
We're waitin' outside, watch him pull up, walk up to the door and right before he knock
She open the door naked, she left it unlocked, they started French kissin' so he didn't see moi
And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch, music up loud with his head in the clouds
Turn that shit down, and I scared the piss out of him, piss a nigga off, put a gun to his frown
"Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck around, I ain't here to fuck around, caught you wit' your pants down
You know what it is, put your fuckin' hands up, Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down"
And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her, she a good actress, and you a dead actor
You'll be dead after we get what we're after, if Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, oh
I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga, but think for me, nigga
Send her to you like she ain't for me, nigga, I hope you alone like bankruptcy, nigga
She pour you a drink, that drank on me, nigga, she slip somethin' in it, now faint for me, nigga
Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture, Mo-Mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggas
Pussy got you out of character, nigga, you fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga
Take everythin' that you have 'til you don't even have an opinion, we have your attention
And now you're lookin' down a barrel though, nigga, now she lookin' for her pantyhose, nigga
We just lookin' for the casserole, nigga, but she gon' show us where you stash it though, nigga (Mona)
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Lil Wayne]
Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup and a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall
Chillin' with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter, four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball
Paparazzi lookin' at 'em both poppin' up and take a picture, uh, probably on a Internet blog
In a minute, he gon' be admittin' that he love her on his mother, man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
(Mona Lisa) Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls
And he diggin' in it like he livin' in it, make a new religion with it, man a nigga 'bout to go against God
Poetry in a pear tree, sweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked him
Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi? Never gave two fucks, jumped in the backseat
Woke up in the mornin' to The Great Gatsby, then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie
I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughin', I'ma call up again like I did last week
Make good with the friend and I'm all jazzy, Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley
Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy, bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me
Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me 'bout a motherfuckin' double standard, actin'
Fuckin' on another nigga, that's a negative alone, but you sucked his dick? That's just nasty
Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone! (No) You fuckin' with Wayne's? (No!)
Bitch, gimme your phone! (No! Let me, let me take this call real quick) (… lick me like a lollipop)
He on your fuckin' ringtone? Is that the shit that you do? Touchin' yourself, lookin' at Kendrick videos
Jump on the internet, watchin' his interviews, I don't know what the fuck lately got into you
Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder, forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter?
The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma, daycare after school and she never did charge you
You scandalous as fuck and I hope you blow up, you know what? I give up, let me go get my gun
I got one in the chamber I'm plannin' on aimin', goddammit, you know that the damage is done
Bitch, I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stress, I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess
So in conclusion, since you like rappers that's killin' that pussy, I'm killin' myself
[Outro: Lil Wayne and Kendrick Lamar]
She say, "Ooh, Daddy, ooh," Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Ooh, fake smile (Ooh), Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
She say, "Ooh," no emotion (Ooh), Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah183EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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6 Foot 7 Foot[Chorus: Harry Belafonte]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat; call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia and I am the commissioner
You no wan' start Weezy ‘cause the 'F' is for finisher
So misunderstood, but what's a world without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time; synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted ‘cause she open when you twist her
Never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch, and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin—what a fuckin' family picture
You know Father Time, and we all know Mother Nature
It's all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds; fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money runnin' shit, and you niggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doin' this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tuna Fish

[Chorus: Harry Belafonte]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(I'm goin' back in…)
Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up; call it self-defense
Swear, man, I be seein' through these niggas like sequins
Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, fuck the world; that's adultery
You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo' ass talk
Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt
Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp I fuck around and cut my head off
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya
Try me and run into a wall; outfielder
You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe
Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a king do
If these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon
Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothin', you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, real Gs move in silence like lasagna
People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her
You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swag you would kill for
Money too strong; pockets on bodybuilder
Jumped in a wishin' well, now wish me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell
[Verse 3: Cory Gunz]
Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean
Don't wanna see what that drama mean
Get some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you niggas that's tryna front, and see
Son of Gun, Son of Sam, you nigga's the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
Disturb me, and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bold like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya
I be mackin', 'bout my stackin', now I pack like a mover
Shout to ratchet for backin' out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind
I done told these fuck niggas so many times
That I keep them bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause
To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love
Keep throwin' my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side
‘Cause ain't no peace on my side, bitch
I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I'm shootin' when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard? Gunna171EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Mirror[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Uh, with everything happening today
You don't know whether you're coming or going, but
You think that you're on your way
Life lined up on the mirror, don't blow it

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Woah, look at me when I'm talking to you
You looking at me but I'm looking through you
I see the blood in your eyes
I see the love in disguise
I see the pain hidden in your pride
I see you're not satisfied
And I don't see nobody else
I see myself, I'm looking at the

[Chorus: Bruno Mars & Lil Wayne]
Mirror on the wall (Woah)
Here we are again (Yeah)
Through my rise and fall (Uh)
You've been my only friend (Yeah)
You told me that they can
Understand the man I am
So why are we here
Talking to each other again?
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, I see the truth in your lies
I see nobody by your side
But I'm with you when you're all alone
And you correct me when I'm looking wrong
I see the guilt beneath the shame
I see your soul through your window pane
I see the scars that remain
I see Wayne, I'm lookin' at the..

[Chorus: Bruno Mars & Lil Wayne]
Mirror on the wall
Here we are again (Yeah)
Through my rise and fall (Uh-huh)
You've been my only friend (My only friend)
You told me that they can't
Understand the man I am (They can't understand)
So why are we here (Misunderstood)
Talking to each other again? (Woah)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Looking at me now I can see my past
Damn, I look just like my fucking dad
Light it up, that's smoke and mirrors
I even look good in a broken mirror
I see my mama smile, that's a blessing
I see the change, I see the message
And no message coulda been any clearer
So I'm starting with the man in the...
[Chorus: Bruno Mars & Lil Wayne]
Mirror on the wall (MJ taught me that)
Here we are again
Through my rise and fall (Uh)
You've been my only friend (Take 'em to Mars, man)
You told me that they can
Understand the man I am
So why are we
Talking to each other again? (Uh)
Mirror on the wall (Woah)
Here we are again (Yeah)
Through my rise and fall
You've been my only friend (Any questions?)
You told me that they can (I come to you)
Understand the man I am (You always have the answer)
So why are we here
Talking to each other again?

[Outro: Bruno Mars & Lil Wayne]
Mirror on the wall
Hey B.P, looks like I did take 'em to Mars this time
So why are we
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Rich As Fuck[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, AK on my nightstand, 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 motherfucking tightrope
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 talking, we out here, we ballin'
And I'm spraying at these rusty niggas like WD-40
We fucked up, we Truk'd up; no if, ands, or butt-fucks
Bitch niggas go behind your back like nunchucks, 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 them hoes I pluck feathers
I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, fuck Gucci
She blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches
And that's 2 Chainz

[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Both]
Look at you (Aw), now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah)
All my niggas live rich as fuck (Yeah)
All—All my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah)
Look at you (Look at you), now look at us (Now look at us)
All my niggas look rich as fuck (Bitch)
All my—All my niggas live rich as fuck (You hoe-ass—)
All my—All—All my ni—
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin
I turnt a penny to a motherfuckin Janet Jackson
Tell the bitches that be hatin' I ain't got no worries
I just want to hit and run like I ain't got insurance, ho
What's your name? What's your sign? Zodiac Killer
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
Yeah, murder, one-eighty-seven
I be killing 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 white girl with big titties, flat-ass, TV screen
I keep a bad bitch, call me the B.B. King
And you know I got that mouth out her
Then put that bitch out like a house fire
I'm killing these hoes like Michael Myers
I eat that cat just like a lion
And I can't trust none of these niggas
Can't trust none of these hoes
And I see your girl when I want
I got that ho TiVo'd, ugh
Got a red-ass bitch with a red-ass pussy
Nigga try me, that's a dead-ass pussy
Since y'all motherfuckers so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, I don't care who's lookin'
All I know is I love my bitch
And pussy feel just like Heaven on earth
Six feet deep, dick shovelin' the dirt
RIP: Rest In Pussy
Light that shit, then pass that shit, we gon' get so smoked out
And then I went, got locked up, every night, I dreamt I broke out
One time for them pussy niggas, that's that shit I don't like
We eatin' over here nigga, fuck around and have a food fight
And that's 2 Chainz
[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Both]
Look at you (Uh), now look at us (Yeah)
All my niggas look rich as fuck (What?)
All my niggas live rich as fuck (What?)
All-all my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah)
Look at you, now look at us (Get the fuck out y'all bitches, straight up)
All my niggas look rich as fuck (Any bitch who don't wanna give me no pussy)
All my-all my niggas live rich as fuck (Fuck you in your asshole, bitch)
All my-all-all my niggas look rich as fuck

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
And your nigga a hoe101EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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A Milli[Intro]
Bangladesh
Young Money!
You dig?
Mack, I'm going in

[Verse 1]
A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
‘Cause I don't write shit, ‘cause I ain't got time
‘Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father; mother-fuck a copper
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin'
Tell the coppers: "Ha-ha-ha-ha
You can't catch him, you can't stop him"
I go by them goon rules: if you can't beat 'em, then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em, then you mop 'em
You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em
You pop 'em ‘cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher

[Chorus]
Motherfucker, I'm ill
[Verse 2]
A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derriere
Like smoking the thinnest air
I open the Lamborghini, hopin' them crackers see me
Like, "Look at that bastard Weezy!"
He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a mothafuckin' problem
Okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'
On some faggot bullshit: call 'em Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want, bitch! Call me on my Sidekick!
Never answer when it's private, damn, I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to My Bitch
Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch, so when she ask
For the money when you through, don't be surprised, bitch!
And it ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass: You ain't got shit
Motherfucker, I'm ill, not sick
And I'm okay, but my watch sick, yeah, my drop sick
Yeah, my Glock sick, and my knot thick — I'm it

[Chorus]
Motherfucker, I'm ill

[Verse 3]
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne?
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man
Who that one that do that, boy?
You knew that true that, swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy, I got so many bitches, like I'm Mike Lowrey
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker, I say "Life ain't shit without me"
Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin'
I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it
Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain — dare me
Don't you compare me, ‘cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see me but they hear me
They don't feel me but they fear me
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She Will[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Young Money!
Yeah
Four
Ahem!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I tell her, "Now go and pop that pussy for a real nigga!"
I already know that life is deep, but I still dig her
Niggas is jealous, but really I could care less
I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hairnet
Devil on my shoulder, the Lord as my witness
So on my Libra scale I'm weighin' sins and forgiveness
What goes around comes around like a hula hoop
Karma is a bitch? Well, just make sure that bitch is beautiful
Life on the edge, I'm danglin' my feet
I tried to pay attention but attention paid me
Haters can't see me: nose-bleed seats
And today I went shoppin' and talk is still cheap
I rock to the beat of my drum set
I been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet
But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now jump up on that dick and do a full split!

[Hook: Drake]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real."
And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second."
I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here
Baby, you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won't, ugh
But shit, then again, maybe she will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will, ugh
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will (Ugh)
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I tell her, "Now go and pop that pussy for me!"
Haters can't see me, but them bitches still lookin' for me
And you could take it to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I'm all about I, give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her 'til she cry—call that "wine 'n' dine"
Try to check me and I'ma have 'em checkin' pulses
They say, "Choose wisely," that's why I was chosen
Rockin' like asphalt, it's the cash fault
Looked in the face of Death and took its mask off
Now, I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl face south and her ass north
But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now hop up on that dick and do a full split!

[Hook: Drake]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real."
And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second."
I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel
I wish we could take off
And go anywhere but here, baby, you know the deal
‘Cause she bad so maybe she won't
Uh, but shit, then again, maybe she will
Do it for the realest niggas
In the fuckin' game right now, she will
Do it for the realest niggas
In the fuckin' game right now, she will
Maybe for the money and the power
And the fame right now, she will
Do it for the realest niggas
In the fuckin' game right now, she will
[Outro: Drake]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real."
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel (I feel like the sky is opening, and I'm get to it)
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
(Feel like like the world is falling and I am rising)
'cause she bad, so maybe she won't
Uh, but shit then again maybe she will
Carter 4 Tunechi
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
I think I love her102EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Don’t Cry[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
C5

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
Don't cry, don’t go
Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, whoa!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Why y’all staring into the clouds
Am I rising or they comin' down?
I see death around the corner
And the U-turn sign's lookin' like a smile
What do I do now? Who gon' find me, how?
Nowhere to turn but around and round
Just another nigga that done lost his head
No, a fucking king that forgot his crown
I am not number one, it's true
I'm number 9-27-82
Color blind even if I may be blue
A lot on my plate, ain't my favorite food
But I’m hungry, so hungry
Need my family tree next to a money tree
With a bunch of leaves in the Garden of Eden
With a bunch of Eves, no fruit punch for me
I sip from the Fountain of Youth
So if I die young, blame the juice
Bury me in New Orleans
Tombstone reads: "Don’t cry, stay tuned."
Bring me back to life
Got to lose a life just to have a life
But if heaven's as good as advertised
I want a triple extension on my motherfuckin’ afterlife
Rest in paradise
[Chorus: XXXTENTACION & Lil Wayne]
Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry), don’t go (Why, oh why?)
Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, whoa!
Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry)
Don't go (Why, oh why, oh why, oh why?)
Won't lie (Don't cry, don't cry)
I fuckin' love you, whoa! (Don't cry, don't cry)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Talent is God-given, be grateful
Fame is not a given, be humble
And conceit is self-driven, drive carefully
Stay in your own lane, seat buckled
And sometimes when there is no music
We toot our own horns, rum-bum-bum-bum
That woman carried the future
And Tunechi was born like, "dun-dun-dun-dun-dun"
Don't call it a comeback
It was dark, now the sun back
Hit me hard, but I punched back
The wheels fell off, I rode the hubcap
Is it suicide or it's do or die?
It's newer days and it's bluer skies
I told myself, "It's just you and I"
Then the breeze came and it blew my mind
Lord knows who I'm there for
I give my last breath of air for
Mama tell me to be careful
Voice in my head give me an earful
But I got mind control over my control
I lost control but knew I'd find control
I let God control what I cannot control
Can't control the tears, let 'em drop and roll
[Chorus: XXXTENTACION & Lil Wayne]
Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry)
Don't go (Why, oh why, oh why?)
Won't lie (Don't cry), I fuckin' love you, whoa!
(Triple extension on my motherfuckin' afterlife, rest in paradise)
Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry)
Don't go (Why, oh why, oh why?)
Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, whoa! (Don't cry)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Don't cry, stay tuned
And triple extension on my motherfuckin' afterlife
Rest in paradise136EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Blunt Blowin’[Intro]
Yeah, I put my shades on

[Verse 1]
I live it up like these are my last days
If time is money, I'm an hour past paid
Ugh, gunpowder in my hourglass
Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag
Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting
I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect
Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters
But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper
So love or hate me, I stay hate-free
They say we learn from mistakes; why, that's why they mistake me
I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers
All hail Weezy, call it bad weather
I stick to the script, I memorize the lines
Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many times
You're on the outside looking in, close the blinds
And they say never say never, but fuck it, nevermind
I've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong
Hello Weezy, welcome home, yeah

[Chorus]
And I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin'
I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga
With my money growing, no matter where you going
You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga
I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin'
I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga
With my money growing, no matter where you going
You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga
[Verse 2]
Stunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them bitches
All about my riches, my name should be Richard
Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward with the scissors
Life is a choice, and death is a decision
Times have changed, but fuck it get a new watch
I still got the vision like a line between two dots
Young Money's eating, the label getting fatter
And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at 'em
I'm a bad motherfucker cause the good die young
Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one
Man, when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb
Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum
Yea, big money, big money, deep pockets
Money talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping
Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting
Eastside, MOB Piru Damu

[Hook]
I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin'
I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga
With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'
You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga

[Verse 3]
Light that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a limit pusher
See y'all dead meat, and me I'm just a butcher
I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker
And freedom was my girl, until they fucking took her
You can look into the future, it's right behind your eyelids
But I don't wanna know, cause shit I like surprises
Why that, why this, why you on that why shit?
Motherfucker ask me why, I say YM
Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive Slim
Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin
Young Mula, skinnies and some Supras
Belly of the beast 'til it puke us, motherfucker
[Hook]
I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin'
I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga
With my money growing, no matter where you going
You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga

[Outro]
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Hello Weezy, welcome home
It's Young Mula, baby72EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Right Above It[Produced by Kane Beatz]

[Intro]
Kane is in the building
[Verse 1: Drake]
Who else is really trying to fuck with Hollywood Cole
I'm with Marley G's bro
Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know
This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh
My real friends never hearing from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars, I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls are down to roll
I hit the strip club, and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I be sipping, so this shit is moving kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
We on, it's Young Money motherfucker
If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my b's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Meet me on the fresh train, yes I'm in the building
You just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fucking plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spinning, dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just playing in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on a paper trail and ain't no telling where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killer but don't push me

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
We on, it's Young Money motherfucker
If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my b's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
How do you say what's never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
Limping off tour, cause I made more on my second leg
Muthafuckin' Birdman Jr., 11th Grade
Ball on automatic start
I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in apartments
Uh, now come on be my blood donor
Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Damn where you stumbled at? From where they make Gumbo at
Kane got the fucking beat jumping like a jumping jack
And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-Hop, I'm the heart of that
Nigga, nothing short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
We on, it's Young Money motherfucker
If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my b's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first66EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Uproar[Intro: Swizz Beatz & Lil Wayne]
(Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy
Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy)
I see, thank you man, thank you
Y'all know his name
Ayo, Mack, let the beat drop
Ladies and gentlemen, C5, Wayne time
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Zone, zone, zone, zone, zone
Let me see your shoulders work
I mean, I don't know what y'all came here to do, but, uh
If you ain't got a lighter, what the fuck you smoking for?
We hot! (Haaa)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
What the fuck, though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
You a roughneck, I'm a cutthroat
You're a tough  guy, that's enough jokes
Then the sun die, the night is young though
The diamonds still shine in the rough, ho
What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, where the ones go?
It's a shit show, put you front row
Talkin' shit, bro? Let your tongue show
Money over bitches, and above hoes
That is still my favorite love quote
Put the gun inside, what the fuck for?
I sleep with the gun, and she don't snore
What the fuck, yo? Where the love go?
Trade the ski mask for the muzzle
It's a blood bath, where the suds go?
It's a Swizz beat, there the drums go
If she's iffy, there the drugs go
If she sip lean, double-cup toast
I got a duffle full of hundos
There the love go, where's the uproar?
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
I come out the scuffle without a scuff, woah
Puff, puff, bro; I don't huff though
Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke
At your front door with a gun stowed
"Knock, knock. Who's there?" is how it won't go
This the jungle, so have the utmost
For the nutzos, and we nuts, so
What the fuck, bro? It's where I'm from, bro
We grow up fast, we roll up slow
We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope
Dreadlock hang down like you dun know
Put the green in the bag like a lawnmower
Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow
Extra clip in the stash like a console
Listenin' to Bono, you listen to Donald
What the fuck, bro? Where the love go?
Swizzy, he the chef, I like my lunch gross
Just look up, bro, there the Scuds go
I see the shovel, but where did bruh go?
Hmm, to the unknown
Only way he comin' back is through his unborns
If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug lord
It's empty when I give it back, now where's the uproar?
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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No Worries[Chorus: 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-rooms keep me up
(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 redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tunechi in this bitch, e'rybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be diggin' 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’ll have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleep
All these bitches think they’re the shit, I’ll send them up shit’s 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
B’s up, Blood Gang; Piru it, and all rats gotta die even Stuart
On my private jet and 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 a little furry
I put that pussy in my face: I ain't got no worries
Tunechi
[Chorus: 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-rooms keep me up
(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, redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there, we ain't got no worries

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
We ain't got no worries
She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries
She want me to eat her sugar, I say "Why you in a hurry?"
She say "Why you asking questions?" I say "Bitch you tryna be funny!"
Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that Donkey Kong
I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bar
That camel toe, that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose
These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show
I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho
You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat
Bitch, it's Tunechi and I'm out chea, no worries no worries
I would talk about my dick, but man that shit be a long story
YEAHHH, OHH SHIT, I'M UP, YEAHH, YOUNG MULA BABY!
[Chorus: 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-rooms keep me up
(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 redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there50EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Drop the World[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes
Hate in my heart, love in my mind
I seen nights full of pain, days are the same
You keep the sunshine, save me the rain
I search but never find, hurt but never cry
I work and forever try, but I'm cursed, so never mind
And it's worse, but better times seem further and beyond
The top gets higher the more that I climb
The spot gets smaller and I get bigger
Tryna get in where I fit in, no room for a nigga
But soon for a nigga it be on, ma'fucker
‘Cause all this bullshit just made me strong, ma'fucker

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
So I pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah
Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah
And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker
I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh
I know what they don't wanna tell you
Just hope you're heaven-sent, and you're hell-proof
I, I walk up in the world and cut the lights off
And confidence is a stain they can't wipe off
Huh, my word is my pride
But wisdom is bleak, and that's a word from the wise
Served to survive, murdered and bribed
And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside
[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne & Eminem Eminem]
So I could pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Haha, yeah
Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah
And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker
I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone
I'm gone

[Bridge: Eminem]
It hurts, but I never show, this pain you'll never know
If only you could see just how lonely and how cold
And frostbit I've become, my back's against the wall
When push come to shove I just stand up and scream: "Fuck 'em all!"

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Man, it feels like these walls are closin' in, this roof is cavin' in
Oops, time to raise it then, your days are numbered like pages in
My book of rhymes; got 'em cookin', boy, this crooked mind of mine got 'em all shook
And scared to look in my eyes, I stole that fuckin' clock: I took the time and I
Came up from behind and pretty much snuck up and butt-fucked this game up
Better be careful when you bring my name up, fuck this fame, that ain't what
I came to claim, but the game ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it
But I swear, one way or another, I'ma make these fuckin' haters believe it
I swear to God, won't spare the rod, I'm a man of my word, so your fuckin' heads better nod
Or I'ma fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody
Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head'll lie, permanently, bitch, it's beddy-bye
This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die!
My head is swole, my confidence is up, this stage is my pedestal
I'm unstoppable, Incredible Hulk, you're trapped in my medicine ball
I could run circles around you so fast your fuckin' head'll spin, dog
I'll split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, I'll fuckin'—
[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne & Eminem Eminem]
Pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah
Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah
And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker
I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone
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John[Intro: Sample]
"Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky
Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established Instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy"

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
.44 bulldog, my motherfuckin' pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin' her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth, and ass, call that bitch triple-threat
When I was in jail, she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset
Been fucking the world, and nigga, I ain't cum yet
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest
And AK-47 is my fucking address, huh

[Chorus: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Big black nigga in a icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch, I got a Nike shop
Count the profits, you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans, kick 'em off, they might be hot, swish
I'm swimming in a yellow bitch (Boss)
In the red 911 looking devilish (Haha)
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof 'til he got hit the fifth time
Drop palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than before (Yeah)
Baby, I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

[Chorus: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah, oad up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid, get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Redd Foxx
Big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
You fucking with a nigga who won't give a fuck
Empty the clip then roll the window up
Pussy nigga sweet, them niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
200 thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I died today, it'd be a holiday, huh
[Verse 4: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne + Rick Ross & Lil Wayne]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car, so don't make it come alive (Yeah)
Rip your ass apart, then I pull myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch go "Bang"
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint (Yeah)
Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, papi gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape (Yeah)
Ain't it funny, mama only son be bakin' cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y’all
Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up (Yeah)
If you get in trouble, that just mean you fuckin' up (NIgga)
It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up (Yeah)
I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
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How to Love[Intro]
Cut the music up
A little louder

[Chorus]
You had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out
How to love, how to love
You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever
Now you in a corner trying put it together
How to love, how to love
For a second you were here, now you over there
It's hard not to stare the way you're moving your body
Like you never had a love, never had a love

[Verse 1]
When you was just a youngin, your looks were so precious
But now you're grown up, so fly it's like a blessing
But you can’t have a man look at you for five seconds
Without you being insecure
You never credit yourself, so when you got older
It seems like you came back ten times over
Now you’re sitting here in this damn corner
Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder

[Chorus]
See you had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out
How to love, how to love
You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever
Now you in a corner tryning put it together
How to love, how to love
For a second you were here, now you over there
It's hard not to stare the way you're moving your body
Like you never had a love, never had a love
[Verse 2]
You had a lot of dreams that transform to visions
The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions
But it wasn’t your fault, wasn't in your intentions
To be the one here talking to me, be the one listening
But I admire your poppin' bottles and dippin'
Just as much as you admire bartending and stripping
Baby, so don’t be mad, nobody else trippin'
You see a lot of crooks and the crooks still crook

[Chorus]
You had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out
How to love, how to love
You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love
For a second you were here, now you over there
It's hard not to stare the way you're moving your body
Like you never had a love, never had a love

[Bridge]
See I just want you to know that you deserve the best
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
Yeah, and I want you to know
You’re far from the usual, far from the usual
[Chorus]
You see you had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out
How to love, how to love
See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever
Now you in this corner trying put it together
How to love, how to love
See you had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out
How to love, how to love
You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever
Now you in this corner trying put it together
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Lollipop (Remix)[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Haha
Uh-huh
No homo (Young Mula, baby!)
I say, he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper
Remix, baby!

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Lollipop, lollipop, breastses just like Dolly Parton
She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top
That hit the spot
'Til she ask, "How many li-i-li-i-licks do it take" 'til she get to shop?
Don't worry why my wrists got so freeze
Tell a girl, "Like Doritos, that's not 'cho cheese"
Tell her friends, "Like Fritos, I'm tryin' to lay"
I can't only have one, and I ain't trying to wait
This a song with Wayne, so you know it's gon' melt
But you ain't finna murder me like everybody else
I'ma rap like I got some type respect for myself
I don't do it for my health, man, I do it for the belt
Man, I do it to the death, 'til the roof get melt
Hundred degrees, drop the roof, so the coupe don't melt
Man, the flow so cold, chicken soup won't help
We need four more hoes, we need oh, oh, oh, oh!
You know what it is when we out of town
We balling too serious, and you out of bounds
So come here, baby girl
You're now fucking with the best in the world
[Break: Kanye West & Static Major]
Lollipop
The best in the world
Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop
World, world
She— She lick me like a lollipop

[Chorus: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both]
Shawty want a thug, thug, thug
Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club)
Shawty wanna hump (Shawty wanna)
You know I like to touch (Shawty wanna)
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna)
Shawty want a thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that)
Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!)
You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Shawty say she wanna lick the wrapper
And she gonna lick the rapper
And I just wanna act like a porno-flicking actor
I Anita-bake her; now, she caught up in that "Rapture"
I got so much chips, I swear, they call me "Hewlett Packard"
I got so much chips, you can have a bag if you're a snacker
Greedy mother-fudge cake; now, tell me how that fudge tastes
I do it for Bloods' sake—soo-woo!
Think it's voodoo how that roof do di-di-dissipate
Your girl want to participate
She so, so sophisticate, 'cause her brain is off the chain
And then, my diamonds are in the choir because they sing from off my chain
And my Nina just joined the gang because all she do is bang
Like Ricky Martin; Wayne and Kanye: pick your poison
If that woman wanna cut, then tell her I am Mr. Ointment
Tell her to make an appointment with Mr. I-Can't-Make-An-Appointment
Take my lollipop and enjoy it—remix!
[Chorus: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both]
Shawty want a thug, thug, thug (Shawty want a thug, yeah!)
Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club, yeah!)
Shawty wanna hump (Yeah! Shawty wanna)
You know I like to touch (Yeah! Shawty wanna)
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna)
Shawty want a thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that)
Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!)
You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Why would she? She probably be the odd cookie
In the plastic bag 'bout to get crushed by a building
I've flushed out the feeling of me being the shit
'Cause I was leaving skid marks on everywhere I sit
I am everywhere, I'm it, like Hide-and-Go
And I can go anywhere: eeny, mini, miney, mo
I'm in your neighborhood, area, CD-thing, tapedeck
​iPod, your girlfriend, and she say I got great sex
Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex
'Cause you don't want that late text, that "I think I'm late" text
Haha! So wrap it up!
Bu-Bu-But he's so sweet, sh-she wanna lick the wrapper

[Chorus: Static Major & Lil Wayne]
Shawty want a thug
Bottles in the club, club, club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Re-Re-Re-Remix, baby!)
[Outro: Static Major]
Lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop)
She— She lick me like a lollipop (L-Lollipop)
Sh-Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop)
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Mr. Carter[Produced by Infamous and Drew Correa]

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yo, yo Drew and Inf
This-this, this right here is crazy
Yo I, I feel big, you know what I mean?
Like, not, not big in the sense of, weight
You know what I mean? Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that
Like colossal
Like, you know what I mean, like (sighs)
I heard you were lookin' for me

[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott & Lil Wayne]
Hey, Mr. Carter (Hello)
Tell me, where have you been? (Haha, you know, hehe)
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (I know, haha)
Hey, Mr. Carter (Hey, hello)
Tell me, where have you been? (Shit, you know)
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (Hahahah)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, to you forever, from me to you
I heard somebody say "Church!" I'ma need a suit
I'ma need a coupe, I won't need a roof
Flyer than Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
I got the flow, I'm tryin' to see the roof
Didn't wear a bulletproof so I got shot and you can see the proof
Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth
Wonder if Stevie do?
But I'ma leave it to God, not Beaver, neither you
Cause I'ma murder Y, kill O, and even U
Man, I got summer hatin' on me cause I'm hotter than the sun
Got spring hatin' on me 'cause I ain't never sprung
Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than y'all
And I will never, I will never, I will never fall
I'm being hated by the seasons
So fuck y'all who hatin' for no reason
[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott & Lil Wayne]
Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!)
Tell me, where have you been?
Around the world and I'm back again!
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
Who's been askin' about me?
They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!)
Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!)
Tell me, where have you been?
Around the world now I'm back again!
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
Who's been askin' about me?
They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I been in and out the bank, bitch
While y'all asshole niggas been on the same shit
I flush and watch 'em go down the drain quick
Two words you never hear: "Wayne quit!?"
Cause Wayne win, and they lose
I call 'em April babies, cause they fools
And when they snooze, we up!
Feet up, like a paraplegia
Or paraplegic? I parallel park
In that red-and-yellow thing; old school Atlanta Hawk
Like I'm from College Park, but I'm from Hollygrove
Now all my Bloods scream "Soo-woo" and "Da-da-doe"
I know my role and I play it well
And I weigh it well, on my Libra scale
I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there
Long hair, don't even care
[Chorus: Sha-ron Prescott & JAY-Z]
Hey, Mr. Carter (Young! I am him)
Tell me, where have you been?
Around the world now I'm back again
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
Who's been askin' about me?
They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin')
Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him)
Tell me, where have you been?
Around the world now I'm back again
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
Who's been askin' about me?
They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', chyeah)

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear
Queen B, as I share, mic time with my heir
Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder
Is that not why we came? And if not, then why bother?
Show no mercy in Murcielagos
I'm far from bein' the bastard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name's been mentioned with the martyrs
The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys and the Marcuses
Garvey; got me a molotov-cocktail flow
Even if you box well, can't stop the blows
Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room
The dope boy I just came off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto-
Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe
I see Euros, that's right: plural
I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go
(Hey Mr. Carter) Young!
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
It's my go, yeah… And I'ma go so opposite of soft
Off the richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage
Far from average, above status–quo, flow so pro
I know, I ride slow, and when I pass
They say, "What up, killa?" Man, stop bringin' up my past
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z
Don't forget Weezy, Baby!

[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott, Lil Wayne & Choir]
Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen)
Tell me, where have you been? (Yeah)
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (Haha)
Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen)
Tell me, where have you been? (Hova!)
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Weezy)
They've been wondering why (Baby!)
Hey, Mr. Carter (Hahaha)
Tell me, where have you been? (I been hustlin')
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Hustlin' hard)
They've been wondering why (Chyeah!)
Hey, Mr. Carter
Tell me, where have you been?
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
And I swear to everything, when I leave this Earth
It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt
And you can try me, fucker, but when I squeeze, it hurt
Fine, we'll lose two lives; yours and mine
Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve
At the funeral parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve
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Dedicate[Intro: Lil Wayne + sample]
"If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be"
"You tatted your face—"
Bugatti, new boo
"You screamed, 'Suu whoop'—"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
"You bought a Bugatti—", so you can flex
"And most of the bad bitches your ex"
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo, new subject, new paper, new class, new school
New buddies, new haters, new ass, new boobs, much later, too soon, too bad, too cool
Too hot, too lit, too high to move, two eyes to view but too blind to bloom
Who lied to you? Two middle fingers that's up high to whom it may consume
Kaboom, goddamn, who knew that I am the guru with voodoo that sued you to high hell
With shooters that shoot through the iron, man, and see through the con man and now he a dyin' man
I turned a goddamn into a God's Plan go over the diagram and get to the job, man
Watch for the spy cam, sit back and watch, and do not watch your watch hand, give me some time, man
I am the bomb, man, I am gon' swim 'til I come out on dry land or on the fryin' pan
No, we did not land on Plymouth Rock, but it landed on our land, now I'm just buyin' land
Back to the block where they got more rock fans than a fuckin' rock band under a rock, man
We need Barack, man, I do what I can to keep it solid as a-- you know what I'm sayin'
With some rock playin'

[Chorus: Sample + Lil Wayne]
"You tatted your face and changed the culture" (You changed)
"You screamed, 'Suu whoop,' and them gangsters loved you" (Yeah, yeah)
"You bought a Bugatti so you could flex" (So you can flex)
"And most of the bad bitches your ex"
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I started this shit, you just part of this shit, I'm the heart of this shit, and the heart doesn't skip
Take the heart of yo' bitch, 'cause like Bart, you a simp, and your water don't drip so your garden ain't shit
You just countin' the money, I'm drownin' in money, like, "Where the fuck is the lifeguard in this bitch?"
I go Mars in this bitch, watch me orbit and shit, for the art of this shit, Andy Warhol and shit
Go retarded as shit, you go sweet, tangy, I go tart on this shit, I'ma barf on this shit
I'm a martian and shit, you an orphan, lil' bitch, if I taught you some shit, that's like Harvard, lil' bitch
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit but you softer than shit, walk it like you talk it, now you walkin' in shit
I go Marvel movie on some marvelous shit, in the spotlight too long, should be darker than this
This is Tha Carter, lil' bitch

[Chorus: Sample + Lil Wayne]
"You tatted your face and changed the culture" (You changed)
"You screamed, 'Suu whoop,' and them gangsters loved you" (Yeah, yeah)
"You bought a Bugatti so you could flex" (So you can flex)
"And most of the bad bitches your ex"

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I started this shit, they borrowed this shit, I thought of this shit, they thought it was it
I'm doggin' this shit, they bark and they sit, put a fork in that shit, which drawer to look in?
I brought in this shit, the starters get benched, the orders get sent, then targets get hit
Billion dollar smile, I sell myself short if I grin, I'm bargainin' then
Apartments and shit, I could park in this shit in the foreign car that I could talk to and shit
With a cultural bitch I can talk to and shit 'bout the culture and shit, how I altered this shit

[Bridge: Lil Wayne + sample]
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo, tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
All of that shit, just Tha Carter, lil' bitch
You changed, suu whoop (You tatted your face)
Bugatti, new boo ("You screamed, 'Suu whoop'—")
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tunechi
("If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be")
[Outro: Sample]
"They might think they've got a pretty good jump shot, or a pretty good flow. But our kids can't all aspire to be LeBron or Lil Wayne."32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lollipop[Produced by Jim Jonsin & Deezle]

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Oww! Hahahaha
Uh-huh
No homo (Young Mula, baby)
I said, "He's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper"
(Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!)
So I let her lick the rapper (Hahaha!)

[Refrain: Static Major]
She-She-She licked me like a lollipop (Yeah)
She— She licked me like a lollipop, l-lollipop (Yeah)
Sh-Sh-She licked me like a lollipop (Yeah)
She— She licked me like a lollipop, lollipop
[Chorus: Static Major]
Shawty want a thug (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bottles in the club (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty wanna hump (Yeah)
You know I like to touch (Yeah)
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (She lick me like a lollipop)
Shawty wanna thug, thug, thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club, club, club (I like that, hahaha)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (C'mon, yeah!)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay, lil' mama had a swag like mine (Yeah)
She even wear her hair down her back like mine (Yeah)
I make her feel right when it's wrong, like lying (Yeah)
Man, she ain't never had a love like mine (Yeah)
But man, I ain't never seen a ass like hers (Go!)
That pussy in my mouth, had me lost for words (Go!)
So I told her back it up like, "urp— urp—" (Yeah)
And I made that ass jump like, "jermp— jermp—" (Hahaha! Yeah!)
And that's when she...

[Refrain: Static Major & Lil Wayne]
She-She-She lick me like a lollipop (Oh yeah, I like that)
She— She lick me like a lollipop (Oh yeah, I like that)
She-She-She lick me like a lollipop (Yeah, I like that)
She— She lick me like a lollipop (Lil' mama!)
[Chorus: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both]
Shawty want a thug (Shawty want a thug, yeah!)
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch (Yeah)
Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah, shawty wanna)
Shawty want a thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that)
Shawty wanna hump (I like that)
You know I like to touch (I like that! Haha!)
Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Static Major & Lil Wayne]
Okay (Yeah), after you back it up, don't stop (Drop it!)
Drop it, shawty (Yeah) drop it like it's hot
Ooh, drop— dr-dr-dr— drop it like it's hot (Yeah)
Do-Do-Do— Do it, shawty, don't stop (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit (Yeah)
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't this (Yeah)
Shawty say the nigga that she with can't hit (Yeah)
But, shawty, I'ma hit it, hit it, like I can't miss
And he can't do this (Ugh), and he don't do that (Ugh)
Shawty need a refund (Yeah), need to bring that nigga back (Ugh)
Just like a refund (Ugh), I make her bring that ass back (Ugh, ugh)
And she bring that ass back, because I like that (Ugh, ugh)

[Chorus: Static Major & Lil Wayne]
Shawty want a thug (Yeah, yeah I like that)
Bottles in the club (Yeah, I like that)
Shawty wanna hump (Yeah, I like that)
You know I like to touch (Yeah)
Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah)

[Refrain: Static Major, Lil Wayne & Both]
Shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop
I said, shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop
Shawty wanna lick me... Like a lollipop
(So I let her lick the rapper) She— She lick me like a lollipop
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Shawty want a thug (Shawty want a thug)
Bottles in the club (Bottles in the club)
Shawty wan' hump (Shawty wan' hump)
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps (Hahaha)
Stat!

[Bridge: Static Major & Lil Wayne]
Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (Go!)
Call— Ca-Call me, s— so I can get it juicy for you (Go!)
Call— Ca-Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (Go!)
Call— Call me, s-s-so I can get it juicy for you
Call— Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (I said, hmm, mmm)
Call— Ca-Call me, s-so I can get it juicy for you (Hmm, mmm)
Call me, so— so I can make it juicy for you (Mmm, mmm)
Call— Call me, so-so-so I can get it juicy for you (Mm-hm)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Static Major; Lil Wayne]
Shawty want a thug, thug, thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club, club, club (Yeah, I like that)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps
I say, shawty want a thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch (Yeah)
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I get her on top (Yeah), she drop it like it's hot (Yeah)
And when I'm at the bottom, she Hillary Rodham (Ha)
The middle of the bed (Yeah), giving, gettin' head (Yuh)
Givin', gettin' head (Huh), givin', gettin' head (Haha)
I said hmm, mmm (I like that)
Said hmm, mmm, mmm (Yeah, I like that)
I said hmm, mmm, mmm (Yeah, I like that)
Mm-hm

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Say, call me, so I can come and do it for you
Call me, so I can come and prove it for you
Call me, so I can make it juicy for you
Call me, so I can get it juicy for you

[Refrain: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both]
Shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop (Haha!)
She— She lick me like a lollipop, l-lollipop
I said he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper
She-She-She lick me like a lollipop
(What you do?) So I let her lick the rapper
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My Homies Still[Intro]
Pump that bass

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Man, fuck y'all 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

[Hook: Lil Wayne, Big Sean, & Both]
(Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still
(Pump that bass) Haha, my homies still
(Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still
Don’t make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, yeah (boy)
Don’t make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, (go dumb) go stupid, yeah
(Whoa, boy)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Okay, my girls and cars both skrt off (skrt)
I like a pussy so wet that I can surf off (whoa)
In a hotspot 'cause a nigga never chillin' (chillin')
I do it for my niggas, I just do it to these bitches
Boy, I overgrind (whoa), overshine (whoa)
Ain't another nigga over Sean (boy, boy)
I'm getting paid, it's Oprah time (boy, boy)
I’m rollin' pine, I’m so divine
I’m west side, west side, dark glasses on like I'm goin' blind
Looking like Eazy E, it’s just me and Lil Weezy Wee
Get off my dick!
[Hook: Lil Wayne, Big Sean, & Both]
(Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still (whoa)
(Pump that bass) Haha, my homies still (boy, boy, boy)
(Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still (whoah, oh God)
Don’t make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid (boy, boy), yeah
Don’t make my goons go stupid
Go stupid (go dumb), go stupid, yeah
(Whoa, whoa, oh God)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Big Sean]
Look, I’m east side, them haters 90 going west (boy, boy, boy)
My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckers going deaf (huh?)
Weezy F, I'm east side, them haters 90 going west
My niggas pumping so much bass (pump that bass)
Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, I don’t love them hoes
Got so much coke, you gon' need another nose
Man, I just play my hand, but I am not the dealer
You see I got them tear drops, I cry your ass a river
I got that Trukfit T-shirt, listening to "Rebirth"
I skate until my feet hurt, Hot Boy, free Turk
Pussy for dessert, put your ass beneath Earth
And I don’t sell drugs, but if you need work
My homies still

[Hook: Lil Wayne & Big Sean]
(Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still
Haha, my homies still
Yeah, my homies still
Whoa, okay
[Verse 4: Big Sean & Lil Wayne]
Boy, this here’s what I do do (do do)
Got your sister dancing, not the kind that's in a tutu (no)
Got me in control, no strings attached, that's that voodoo (go)
She said can’t nobody do it better, I tell her, "True, true," yeah, bitch, true, true
My, my, my bro-bro say these bitches ain't shit (ain't shit)
I got the girl you came with and the girl she came with
She leaking and drippin’, whoa, there I might just come slip in (whoa, whoa, whoa)
And your misses gonna go missin’ if she addicted to what my dick did
Boy, I get it! (I get it)
Lil bitch!

[Hook: Lil Wayne, Big Sean & Both]
My homies still
Haha, my homies still (Finally Famous in this)
Yeah my homies still (G.O.O.D.)
Little nigga make my goons go stupid
Go stupid (go stupid), go stupid (go stupid) (boy, boy)
Don’t make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, yeah (go dumb)

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Big Sean]
Look, I’m eastside them haters 90 going West (whoa)
My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckers going deaf
Weezy F, I'm eastside my nigga Sean from the West
And niggas pumping so much bass (pump that bass)
Yeah, uh-huh
Young Mula
Truk yo girl
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God Bless Amerika[Verse 1]
Uh, my mind's filled with mine fields
The ashes fall, the wine spills
The world stops, drops and rolls
It's Judgment Day or a fire drill
Yeah, I pour out my heart, have a drink
They say the drunk never lie, they ain't never lyin', yeahh
My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of kill em all and let 'em die

[Chorus]
God bless Amerika
This ole' godless Amerika
I heard tomorrow ain't promised today
The end of time is like a hour away

[Verse 2]
Damn, military minded, lost and can't find it
The stars on the flag are never shining
Uh, I saw a butterfly in hell today
Will I die or go to jail today?
'Cause I live by the sword and die by the sword
Heard police was lookin' for me, I'ma hide by a broad
Shootin' stars in my pocket; bitch, sit on my rocket
I'm wired out the socket, but still shocking
Everybody wanna tell me what I need
You can play a role in my life but not the lead
If there's food for thought then I'm guilty of greed
Mama said take what you want – I took heed, yeahh
Now let it breathe, yeah
[Verse 3]
Back to life, back to reality
Been eating my girl and she's so sweet, got cavities
Granted we do it for vanity not humanity
But what's appealing to me is under banana trees, love
I go so hard, I tried to pay homage but I was overcharged
Ain't that a bitch? I'm just a nut tryna bust a nut, in a nut shell
Used to say fuck the police, now I say fuck jail
Same shit, different air freshener
I don't play, boy, I ain't Hugh Hefner
Tryna be a step ahead, but a few feet behind
Two fingers to my head, pop! Peace of mind
I be in the cloud, cloud number 9
And I just fucked the clock and let it come to time
It's a cold world, I put on a mink
There's a chain of command, I'm the missing link

[Chorus]
God bless Amerika
This ole' godless Amerika
I heard tomorrow ain't promised today
And I'm smoking on them flowers, catch the bouquet

[Outro]
Here we live by the sword and die by the sword
Heard police was lookin' for me, I'ma hide by a broad
Shootin' stars in my pocket; bitch, sit on my rocket
I'm wired out the socket, but still shockin'
Everybody wanna tell me what I need
You can play a role in my life but not the lead
I saw a butterfly in hell today
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Let It Fly[Chorus: Travis Scott]
(Fly) Let it fly
Let it fly like the birds in the sky
Hotter than the weather in July
I done did so much I can't decide
Word, word to my guys
She just get so wet, I slip and slide
Had to get it back to give 'em five
I, I, I...

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, it's Mr. Michael Myers, man (Michael Myers)
Word to Moneybagg, I keep it comin' in (Woo, woo)
By the way we work, you think I had a twin (Twin)
I'm tryna run the game, it ain't no subbin' in (Naw)
You can't phase me, slidin' from a dangerous life (It's lit)
Always down to ball, I'm tryna drain these nights
See the smoke clouds through the entertainment lights
The way it go down we takin' fours and keepin' doors tight, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We at the top, end of discussion (Discussion)
They mixin' alcohol and that 'tussin (Ooh)
The demon in their eyes and they clutchin' (Scared)
I feed 'em Adderall and they bussin', yeah (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
I kept the towel, not throwin' in, I'm ridin' 'round in my ends
I got a driver for the Bent' to drive me 'round when I'm bent
I keep some pussy just to lick to help me out when I vent
She wanna hit that shit again, nah (Brr-brr)
(Brr-brr) That's the phone call, when my blood ring
It's Tha Carter V, let the thugs sing (Thugs)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Let it fly (Brr, fly)
Let it fly like the birds in the sky (Brr-brr)
Hotter than the weather in July (Brr-brr)
I done did so much I can't decide (It's lit)
Word, word to my guys (Yeah)
She just get so wet, I slip and slide (Splash)
Had to get it back to give 'em five
I, I, I...

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott]
It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived
It's C5, been arrived, kiss the sky, did the time
Please advise, it is advised to be advised, and we advise
You not fuck with me and mine, and keep in mind that we don't mind
Losin' our minds, free your mind, read your mind, read your mind
Body take a week to find, the cops gon' be like, "Never mind"
What's on your mind? Put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind
Control your mind, mind freak, no sober mind, I'm so behind
But front line, you crossed the line, and you better know your lines
And if you gettin' out of line, I hang you with a clothin' line
Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line
Them hoes be lyin', it's a thin line, and I know you know the line
Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective lines
Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, that's a line
Catch the line, American flag, less stars, extra lines
Stretch the line, skip the line, 'til you no more next in line
Yeah, Tunechi-Tune a lunatic, my goonie-goons the gooniest
Run inside your room and kill you and who you roomin' with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one, I'm too equipped
Talkin' 'bout some fake niggas, based on true events
Tryin' not to get pinched, smokin' on a stupid stench
Lookin' in the mirror tryin' to figure where my pupils went
Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy, that's my hooligan (It's lit)
Take the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch
[Outro: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott]
C5, best rapper alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Can’t Be Broken[Chorus: Thomas Troelsen]
You cannot break down what can't be broken
Out of all the rankless, I was chosen
When all of the lights, they get low
And all of the curtains, they close
You cannot break down what can't be broken

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
They can do all they can do but they can't break unbreakable
They scared to face the truth because they hate the view
They taste the juice, I hope it make 'em puke, I'm breakin' loose
Should I throw up the deuce or should I wave the deuce?
In 1982, my momma taped me to a space shuttle
Say, now I'm raising you and ain't no baby food
Unless you go and take the neighbors' food
And be afraid of who, I made the loot
When money went from army green to navy blue
I said salute, bulletproof, I gave 'em proof
Sometimes feel like my head a screw, twisted like tornadoes too
Man, I'ma need some Krazy Glue
Her walls is what I'm breaking through
Her nails, she gone break a few
You can never break me down, and I can't hit the brakes for you
(errr!)

[Chorus: Thomas Troelsen]
You cannot break down what can't be broken
Out of all the rankless, I was chosen (Yeah)
When all of the lights, they get low (Low)
And all of the curtains, they close (They close)
You cannot break down (You can't) what can't be broken
[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-code
We bros (Can't be broken)
We bros, we bros, we can't break for these hoes
G-code (Can't be broken)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I ain't finna break or fix the brakes
You emulate, I'm laughing in your face
Now fix your face, I can't disintegrate, 'cause I facilitate a mil' a day
For like a million days
At least the bills are paid, the children safe
Want to get away? No, I'm here to stay
I'm really great, but don't discriminate
'Cause I done seen a mirror break behind a pretty face
You stickin' out your chest, your titties fake
Don't make me pick your fate
I'm pickin' out a mate, she get replaced
The heart was built to break
I'm smoking icky, watching Ricki Lake
I got a lawyer that turn any case into a pillow case
My killers straight, let's do some Q&A
You saw the news today
Got news to break and rules to break
It hurt to say, they want to get Lil Tune to break
It's worth the wait, commercial break
[Chorus: Thomas Troelsen]
You cannot break down what can't be broken (G-code)
Out of all the rankless, I was chosen
When all of the lights, they get low
And all of the curtains, they close
You cannot break down what can't be broken (Uhh)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-code
We bros (Can't be broken)
We bros, we bros, we can't break for these hoes, G-code
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Glory[Produced by Avenue Beatz, Infamous and Onhel]

[Intro]
(Glory)

[Verse 1]
Woo, this that shit they didn't want me on
I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lamb', I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
I push his ass in a wishin' well, then wish him well
Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little gals
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails

[Interlude]
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a jeweler ward and not computers
I meditate like a Buddhist, holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, "cock-a-doodle"
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you (Glory)
Glory
[Verse 2]
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
Make everybody that knew you boo-hoo, I got them spooked too
I drive in neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I'll sock it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, "Surprise," but couldn't party long
I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
But all this fuckin' artist drawin' is the art of war
These niggas soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?

[Interlude]
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely when sortin' out confusion
Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
Lord, oh, Lord
[Verse 3]
Am I talkin' crazy? Too much coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
The broads elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
That's private, tell the pilot, "Be quiet, we need our privacy"
Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
No stress, no worries, hook you to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory

[Interlude]
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
My tires Lucas, my driver's cruisin', my partner's ruthless
My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em
[Outro]
Glory, hallelujah (I got 'em)
(Glory)
I got 'em
(I got 'em)
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Grindin’[Intro]
Grindin’, grindin’
Grindin’, grindin’
Grindin’, grindin’
Grindin’, grindin’

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I’m grindin’, I’m grindin’, I’m grindin’ I promise
I fuck her until I get tired, retire and then come out retirement
My girl like it rough she said “find me a diamond”
Her body be grindin’
Lord we be on every kind of narcotic
That make us believe, when we lyin’, we honest, I love you
Pick, Michael Jackson to Jordan to Tyson to Myers
Too much dirty money when the colors
Are washing the whites in the dryer my nigga
It ain’t rocket science just rockets
I sleep in pussy not pajamas, grindin'
I got this shit down to a science, I turn in my project, A minus
Whew, I ain’t crazy, I’m krazy and all of my niggas chaotic
Dressed in all black like they gothic
Music too loud to hear sirens, we pop, pop, pop up where you stay
Knock, knock, knock, anyone home?
Pop, pop, pop, pop then we outtie
I need a bitch like Naomi to take off her clothes like Leilani for niggas that’s grindin’
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit
Grindin’ for all my shit
Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit
I put time into all this shit
Man, I’m grindin’ for all my shit
I’m grindin’ for all my shit
Perfect timing with all my shit
I’m grindin’ for all my shit

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
The feds be spying on all of us nigga
These hoes be lying to all of us nigga
I got news for the monogamous niggas
Yo' bitch fucking anonymous niggas
I done seen it all my nigga
'Cause these hoes seeing all of my niggas
'Cause what’s the hottest shit on these corners?
That’s me and all my niggas
Grind for all this shit, I ain’t ever fall for that bitch
'Cause picking up the feather from a lovebird
Is like a medicine ball to that bitch
We'll bring Gucci bag in this bitch
And you know what's stashed in that bitch
These niggas walk around with they chests out
Like Janet Jackson and shit
I’m sweatin’ grindin’ this bitch, I need a shrine in this bitch
Fuck double O seven, I work twenty-four seven
Ain’t got time to bond with no bitch
Heard Jay Z got a new Cognac, where to find that shit?
The weed sticky, grind that shit
Where I got it from? Nevermind that shit
Nigga, I'm grindin'
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit
Grindin’ for all my shit
Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit
I put time into all this shit
Man, I’m grindin’ for all my shit
I’m grindin’ for all my shit
Perfect timing with all my shit
I’m grindin’ for all my shit

[Verse 3: Drake & Lil Wayne]
Yeah
I got a new vision for all my shit (for all my)
I don’t know what to call that shit (don’t know what to call it)
I know, I’m selling all of my cars
I’m selling all of my watches
I’m selling diamonds and all of that shit
Realized I don’t need that shit (don’t need it)
I’m a different breed with this shit (yeah)
I’m tryna turn M’s to B’s in this bitch (yeah)
And I ain’t ever pay to be with no bitch (woo!)
I, I, I want that Brigitte Bardot hanging over my bed
Fifty mill' in one room (huh?)
You, you could ask anyone out here who running the game?
And they’ll tell you the truth, man, they tell you (and they tell you)
Oh look, they fuck with me now (hey)
I think they’re hearin' me now (yeah)
Someone said, "Nigga, they takin' you seriously now"
I’m like, "I think they just might be scared of me now" (might be scared of me now)
But it’s all good, niggas wrong every day (every day), niggas wrong every day (true)
Gone, goin' to LA where I’m tryna get high and do a song every day
Safe, we ain’t ever have to play it safe (nope)
I would rather stack it up and put it in a safe
Then peek inside the safe and see I’m runnin' out of space
Mothafucka, that’s grindin'
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit
Grindin’ for all my shit
Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit
I put time into all this shit
Man, I’m grindin’ for all my shit
I’m grindin’ for all my shit
Perfect timing with all my shit
I’m grindin’ for all my shit

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
(Grindin’, grindin’) Perfect timing
(Grindin’, grindin’)
(Grindin’, grindin’)
I would rather stack it up and put it in the safe
Then peek inside the safe and say I’m running out of space
Believe that

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Scoob, find another oo-wop
Tell them niggas cool out
'Cause it can be a mohafucking shoot-out
Kidnap a nigga, beat the truth out
Moms pick the suit out
Top floor, window he get threw out
Deuce out, pussy bitches, deuce out
Flying out the crew out, they flew out
Invite 'em to my new house, my new house
I’m fucking every night up in my new house
'Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, grindin’
I’m fucking every night up in my new house
'Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I'm grindin’
I’m fucking every night up in my new house
'Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I’m grindin’

[Outro]
Twap, twap!
Twap, twap!
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It’s Good[Intro: John Miles]
You who are rich and whose troubles are few
May come around to see my point of view
What price the crown of a king on his throne
When you’re chained in the dark all alone?

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
I’m real as they come, I follow the rules
I’m still in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don’t fuck around
I just felt they needed me so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is real son
'Cause my godson just became my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I’m pushin' the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it ain't right, I don’t sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane
Ain't no salary cap in the dope game
Ain't no collective bargainin' on cocaine
So in other words, nigga, do your thing

[Verse 2: Drake]
Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother, he’s just angry at you niggas
Who don't have your heart in your rap shit
And got too fuckin' comfy
'Cause we still fuckin' hungry, Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, fuckin' faded, aw yeah I'm fuckin' faded
They tellin’ lies about me, aw yeah, I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin’ in that shit hole
Three visits later, I went and did it major
So fuck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin' all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my nigga out
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, stop playin', I ain't with that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches, Sheneneh, oh my goodness
This is Wayne’s world, and y’all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish you would bitch
Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder
Two Glock .40′s, nigga you got 80 problems
Swimmin’ in the money, I'ma need some fuckin' goggles
It's better to give, but we don't give a fuck about 'em
I just came home, shit done got real, ho
Lil' Weezyana, the boot nigga, steel toe
I ain't workin' with a full deck but I deal ho
I just touched down, kick the motherfuckin' field goal
Talkin ’bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that "how-much-you-love-your-lady" money
I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I’ll take you out, that’s a date nigga
I'm a grown-ass Blood, stop playin' with me
Play asshole and get an ass whippin’
I think you pussy cat, ha, Hello Kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay 'em down, Tempurpedic
This shits a game of chess, you niggas think it's cleavage
Its Young Money, yeah, tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a business meetin'
My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, I'm straight, my girl a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop-pop-potato salad16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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How to Hate[Produced by Andrew Lloyd and Young Fyre]

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
She owes me everything and she knows it
I've seen all the scenes in this movie, and she blows it at the end
She keeps talking to me, cause she knows that I'm a friend
But I can't keep hearing it over and over again
I was the one that you came to
When you broke up with your boyfriend, man, fuck him
Girl I was the one, that told you fuck them other niggas
And you still went and fucked them other niggas
Most people learn from the bad things
I hope that you learn and don't crash and burn in the fast lane
But if you read this letter then you caught me
This should explain all the ways that you taught me

[Hook: T-Pain]
How to hate a bitch that owe you everything
At least a wedding ring, moving on to better things
So don't you call me talking bout them other fools
I'm not good enough for you, I thought that we was cool
If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't listen
I'm through fucking with these bitch ass bitches

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
And I don't love them hoes
But don't fuck up with Wayne cause when it "Waynes" it pours
No really, I'm on my "fuck that bitch" shit
You used to be the shit, but now you ain't shit, bitch
I had a red bone, but she be tripping though
All that bullshit is for the birds, she was pigeon toed
She used to always say, fuck my niggas
And when I went to jail, she fucked my niggas
Well, I guess I'm single for the night
And you can sit right on my middle finger for the night
And if I sound mad, then you caught me
But this shit explains that you're the one that taught me
[Hook: T-Pain]
How to hate a bitch that owe you everything
At least a wedding ring, moving on to better things
So don't you call me talking bout them other fools
I'm not good enough for you, I thought that we was cool
If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't listen
I'm through fucking with these bitch ass bitches

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Coconut Ciroc
Forgive and forget, bitch I already forgot
I'm over the bitch, and she over the top
They say love is the key, somebody changed the lock
Well, and I wish I never met ya
And I heard you're doing you, and you heard I'm doing better
And all I had to do was put two and two together
But that just makes four, but not forever, damn
So much for being the perfect couple
I put in overtime, I was working doubles
I wish you the best, good luck boo
Weezy F, for "Fuck you"

[Bridge: T-Pain]
No ain't nothing going on
Girl I'm moving on, just take your ass home
Get away from here girl, I'm so glad you're gone
This is the last song I'm writing for you
Now I see how you can be
I don't want you 'round me all you do is down me girl
How many years I tried to get ya
Don't even text my phone when it hit ya, cause girl done taught me
[Hook: T-Pain]
How to hate a bitch that owe you everything
At least a wedding ring, moving on to better things
So don't you call me talking bout them other fools
I'm not good enough for you, I thought that we was cool
If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't listen
I'm through fucking with these bitch ass bitches18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m Good (Dedication 5)[Intro: The Weeknd]
Everything I said I'd do, I did
I'm good, I'm good
Everything I said I'd do, I did

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
But baby lets face it, I'm not into dating
I haven't been patient
Ever since I been famous my time has been racing
My motives are basic, this life I've been chasing
These hearts I've been breaking
And these girls I been tasting don't never get naked
They like it in a head lock fuck 'em from behind
Fuck 'em with their clothes on, put it to the side
Feelings to the side like a don do
Get 'em wet, let it slide like a sunroof
Got goals, got dreams, got a hotel-crib
Got niggas that'll die for the prince
Got my city on lock, XO 'til the death
Left town in a coach came back in a jet

[Bridge: The Weeknd]
I'm good, I'm not living like I did before
I'm good, I'm good, I said I'm good
Everything I said I'd do, I did
I'm good, said I'm good
Oh, I been good
I've been out there puttin' down that work
I'm good, said I'm good, I said I'm good
Everything I said I'd do, I did
I'm good, motherfucker I'm good
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
This is dedicated to everybody who forgot
Forgetful motherfuckers
Remember, don't you remember?
I been good, we good54EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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President Carter[Produced by Angel "Onhel" Aponte and Infamous]
[Intro]
God bless america...
- Carter, are you prepared to take the constitutional oath?
- I am...
- Will you place your left hand on the Bible and raise your right hand and repeat after me, I...

[Chorus]
President Carter, Pre-President Carter
President Carter, Pre-President Carter
President Carter, Pre-President Carter
President Carter, Pre-President Carter

[Verse 1]
Sitting on the world, I got life in my hand
So these days I try to think twice when I can
Money on my mind as God as my witness
Love don't live here and it don't even visit
I do this for my Uptown politicians
Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in
Niggas ain't satisfied until they mama missin'
Niggas ain't satisfied until they mama miss 'em
Uh, I'm a monster, exorcisms
Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms
Uh, detrimental on any instrumental
I say you rappers sweet I pay the incidentals
I'm beneficial, I've been official
I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu
I like my short cake shorter
Ain't no motherfucker harder than
[Chorus]
President Carter, Pre-President Carter
President Carter, Pre-President Carter
President Carter, Pre-President Carter
President Carter, Pre-President Carter

[Verse 2]
Nobody gives you a chance, you gotta take chances
Your family tree, I will break branches
Cause I don't give a fuck, I put the ass in assassin
Smoke you like a blunt then it's ashes to ashes
The future is born, put the past in the casket
If real shit is dead then nigga I'm a bastard
Uh, appetite for disaster
I want a full plate then another plate after
Uh, yesterday just died
Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives
When shit get deep I'm never afraid to dive
Let the money pile up until I'm buried alive
Ask who the fuck want it, I bring it to your doorbell
Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale
Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office
I changed the stars on the flag into crosses

[Interlude]
Amen, so now instead of pledge, we pray, yeah
[Chorus]
President Carter, Pre-President Carter
President Carter, Pre-President Carter
President Carter, Pre-President Carter
President Carter, Pre-President Carter

[Verse 3]
Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga
I just stand still and let the ground pass nigga
Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga
Reality’s a bitch and I'mma dance with her
140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground
Bitch I'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge
I tried to fuck the world and couldn't even get aroused
I ain't looking for the beef but I ain't seen it in a while
Uh, and we all want world peace
Murder show, I give your ass good seats
Shit, I'm much more than a good speech

[Outro]
Gorillas in suits
The holy war, the spiritual troops
Fighting over the mythical truth
Drowning in the political soup
They shoot missiles and nukes
Taking out such a pivotal group
The body count is the physical proof
And they thought drugs were killing the youth, [chuckles]
Thank you, thank you all, I am President Carter54EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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CoCo[Intro]
(Juice808)
Look what you made me do
Me! That's who

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm sorry for the wait, I'm sorry for the wait (Tell 'em, tell 'em!)
Tha Carter gon' be late so I cooked up a tape (Tell 'em!)
The garden's full of snakes so I had to escape
Lil homie gon' be straight, lil homie gon' be straight!
Woo! OW!

[Chorus 1]
And this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
Yeah, and I'm sorry for the wait, too
I told myself to save yourself
'Cause I can't save you (I can't save you)
I send my goons to kill somebody
I need head proof (I need head proof)
Fuck it (fuck it!) This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
I ain't trippin', I got Barbie, I got Drake too (I ain't trippin'!)
I send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof (Mula!)
Then they come through and sit it on my coffee table
Boop!

[Verse 1]
Who kept this shit together? Nigga, me, that's who (nigga, me!)
Who was there when niggas left us? Nigga, me, that's who
Cash Money is an army, I'm a one man army (yeah)
And if them niggas comin' for me, I'm goin' out like Tony
(Bap-bap-bap-bap)
Now I don't want no problems
I just want my money (want my money)
Ain't gotta hold no conversation
Nor my luggage (nor my luggage)
Tell whoever's countin' that I'm on a hundred
Woo, Birdman Junior – more like Ugly Duckling
[Bridge]
Takin' over, now I'm takin' over, yeah (now I'm takin' over)
Think it over? Bitch, I'm thinkin' forward, ta
I'm sippin' lean out a glass, nigga
All I got is Young Money – no more Cash, nigga, ayy!

[Hook 2]
And this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
No more am I my brother's keeper – Cain and Abel
Young Money sharp, I'm still eatin'
I just chipped my tooth (Mula!)
Tell them niggas – no love lost, 'cause I ain't got shit to lose
I told myself to save yourself
'Cause I can't save you (I can't save you)
I send my goons to kill somebody
I need head proof (I need head proof)
I found the needle in the haystack, put the thread through
I tried to stitch the wound back up, but I just bled through

[Verse 2]
Yeah, it's compensation over conversation (no more conversation)
Lord, I must got blurry vision, a nigga's got two faces (amen)
Lord, this game is a vampire (woo!)
Blood, you gotta protect your neck
It'll suck you dry like raisins, Lord
But fuck that, nigga, got it drawn out
Fuck that nigga, I'ma ball out
The day you met me is the day Hell froze
On the day I left is when it thawed out (ayy!)
I'm still in the buildin'
I just had to knock a couple walls down, had to kick y'all out (ayy)
Life is a movie, but sometimes a nigga get too tired of watchin'
And walk out
[Bridge]
Takin' over, Lord I'm takin' over
Dropped the Sorry 4 The Wait until the wait is over
Sippin' lean out a flask, nigga
And all I do is smoke, fuck, and thrash, nigga, ayy!

[Hook 3]
And this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 (sorry for the wait)
Fuck these haters, throw your board up if you skate too
I send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof
Then they come through and sit it on my coffee table
Tunechi – niggas don't appreciate you (don't appreciate you)
You've been down since day one
It meant nothin' on day two (damn)
Sometimes the truth is hard to swallow, and to say, too
But I graduated from that bullshit, now I hate school

[Outro]
And now I'm takin' over, now I'm takin' over (takin' over)
The old me dead and gone, that's who I'm prayin' over
Might have to go back to slangin' yola 'til the wait is over
If so, then I got bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda...220EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Family Feud[Intro: Drake]
Yeah, Dedication 6, of course
Shout out Guru for sendin' me the beat, too
Young Angel, Young Lion
More Life, no dyin'
Yeah, alright, I got it, yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]
Super Bowl goals, I'm at the crib with Puff
He got Kaepernick on the phone, he in a whole different mode
Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov
Just to show 'em how I treat the city like my humble abode
Ayy, tell me if TD Bank is approvin' loans
I'm thinkin' of payin' Wayne what Universal owes
My nigga spent a lifetime goin' platinum and gold
He should own half of the label, shit outta control
Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
I need some ownership if we pressin' go
'Cause business is boomin' on behalf of me
I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve
We gon' have to break the billi' curse
I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse
Or too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
Fuck is the point in all the beefin' when we really blood?
Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga
Everybody gotta eat, we can't exclude niggas
I make the crib, expandin' pools and expandin' rooms
Addin' Hammam Spas with tannin' booths, nigga
That's truth, no boost, nigga
But this isn't all about callin' truce
I'm still dishin' out verbal abuse
That shit could get re-introduced
If somebody got somethin' they urgin' to prove, nigga
Inspirin' to the youth
New Years Eve, lookin' like a royal flush
Wait, we all in the same suit
I'm Hall of Fame in the booth, nigga
My karma makin' the news, nigga
This pudding taste like the proof, nigga
If I ever see Trump, he better salute niggas
Much as we do, nigga, for real
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Six shit

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I could care less 'bout your squad, I don't connect when I'm flyin'
I'm on a jet and it's mine, I just hope the weather is fine
I took the jet to Dubai, I took the jet to Milan
I took the jet way to Africa, shout out my nigga Akon
Your bitch sweatin' my squad, please get the sweat out her eye
I put the dick in her spine, I fucked the bitch in her prime
Don't get my credit declined, give all the credit to Moms
I flipped the bird at the Bird – hey, what's for dinner? Popeyes
These chickens got bird flu, and they chirp, chirp too
Always sung, never flew, these boys Hot Girls too
If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch
Build a treehouse and knock the bird nest out that bitch
Stuck my neck out and shit, then got the heck out that shit
And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit
Tunechi F 'round this bitch
The best thing left 'round this bitch
All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef 'round this bitch
You call her Stephanie, I call her Steph 'round this bitch
Now back to whippin' the baby on some step mama shit
I come direct with my shit, I come correct with my shit
A blank check on your face, put some respek on my shit
Branches startin' to shake, here comes the leaves, get the rake
I want my piece of the cake, it should be sweeter than cake
Here come the leaves, get the rake, and we ain't leavin' the rake
We made the cleanest escape, although I bleeped in your face
You playin' wit the right one today
Your flag is a white one today
You wearin' em tight ones today
Check me or write one today
You playin' with fire today
The Angel and Lion are greats
Oh my God, lightning strikin' twice in this place
Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?
All this motherfuckin' beef, I need some rice on this plate
Talked to your wifey today, she feelin' triflin' she say
Talked to the sniper, he say he aimin' at diapers today
Pick you off like pickin' peppers, Peter Piper today
So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice 1 would say
It's Mortal Kombat tonight, it's Street Fighter today
I'm Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place
You see blue face hundreds 'til you white in the face
Oh my God, it feel like I done life in this place
But swear to God, I got money doin' life in my safe
Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ
I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
This for Cita and Nae, this for my people and bae
I got three sons of a gun, them niggas keep me on safe
Hol' up, I am the black god to the church
I am the fat boy to dessert
I am the landlord to the first, got two bangers
One of them go "bada boom," one of them go "bada bing"
I taught these hoes how to love, I taught these boys how to lean
I'm high in the sky and I twinkle
The eyes don't lie 'til you blink 'em
Keep the iron for the wrinkles
The mansion came with the sprinklers
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playin' yourselves, damn
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
That's some six shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
It's every man for themselves, it's every baby for sale
And you know life is a movie, you niggas ratin' yourself
I just hope it’s a porn to watch you pussies play with yourself
That's some six shit26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Wowzers[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Soulja Boy on the beat
Ayy!

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK
My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK
My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh
My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Lay on the bed, open that twat
I French kiss that pussy, like muah
Sit on my face, M-U-A-H
Before I eat that pussy, I say my grace
Girl I'm nastier than him, I don't know why you still with him
Beat that pussy, go to sleep, she got that Tylenol P.M
Fuck that bitch until she tired, 'til she tired like a rim
Give her head like a brim, it tastes good, M-M-M
Pussy monster in her closet, full of surprises
I give full body massages, I hope that pussy smell like a violet
I hope that pussy warmer than luke and sweet as Godiva
Suck this dick and swallow that nut and call it Penis colada
Lift up that mini-skirt, that's my dinner desert
She fell in love with the Martian, I said you too down to Earth
Man, these hoes love Wayne, got a bunch of dimes, that's chump change
This shit is target practice and your bitch is my gun range
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK
My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK
My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh
My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK
Down here waiting for her to come like payday
Hoping this juice is sweeter than baked cake
She say it's for Tunechi, she lie with a straight face
But I'm trying to eat healthier, so I ate a veggie
Sucked on that pussy, I feel better already
She say "Tunechi go slower" and Tunechi went faster
My tongue is a motor, my dick is a NASCAR
Whipped cream on that pussy, dickhead like a bullet
If her hair real I'mma pull it, hope that ass feel like a cushion
I give her wood when he wouldn't? I hope that pussy tastes like pudding
And I get that ho the boot, hold up, let me put my foot in (Tunechi)
Got a sweet tooth, candy yam pussy
I'mma leave that ass smoking like a Amsterdam tourist man
These hoes love Wayne, got a bunch of dimes, that's chump change
This shit is target practice and your bitch is my gun range

[Hook:]
My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK
My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK
My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh
My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch!
[Verse 3: Trina]
Lay on that bed, open your mouth
This pussy so clean like soap in your mouth
I do my lil' dance, he scoping me out
If that dick like a tree watch me build a treehouse
Ok, the baddest bitch in this bitch, got the fattest clique in this bitch
You might drown, you better start doggy paddling in this bitch
I'm Trin, B nigga? Queen nigga, sleep in this pussy, dream nigga
I stay on that dick like a fucking balance beam nigga
Hair pull, neck grab, don't fuck with hoes that backstab
Don't fuck with niggas that ain't got shit, if I fucked a nigga then that's my dick
My mouth a jacuzzi, my pussy a safe place
Fuck me 'til daybreak, then you can go skate, Trina14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m Single[Verse 1]
Camo shorts and Bubba Kush
We can talk she'd rather fuss
This and that 'bout such and such
Damn, where is the fucking trust
I'm tired of the hoop and hollering
I'm 'bout to take the coupe to Collins
Then take a female to the Island
Then take her clothes off and do the honors
Yeah, now she hear I'm with them other bitches
Yeah, I told her mind her fucking business
Shit she probably out here fucking niggas
I'm fucking her friends
Now her friends ain't even fucking with her
Damn, she text me all day and night
So pissed off she ain't even spelling shit right
I text her back, and tell her it's life
Now somebody tell them hoes, I'm single for the night

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm single
Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino
I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
And I'm single, yeah, I'm single
And I'm single, tonight I'm single
And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight
[Verse 2]
Dreads braided to the back
I'm chilling but my swag on full attack
And my girl acting like a brat
So when she call, I don't answer, I just write her back
She hate it when I do that shit
And when I get home she go through my shit
She call numbers back to see who that is
Man I hate it when she do that shit
Polo t-shirt, Polo drawers
Now make me take this Polo off
Girl you can get broken off
Yeah, I fuck you for an hour then I smoke it off
Swimming trunks and bathing suits
Then go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth
Don't wanna fuss, ain't tryna fight
Man somebody tell them hoes I'm single for the night

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm single
Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino
I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
And I'm single, yeah, I'm single
And I'm single, tonight I'm single
And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight
[Verse 3]
Now she got on her fuck 'em dress
And I got on my double-breast
And he been fussing all day with her
And I make her feel special like a place kicker
She wanna be Weezy F Baby-sitter
Say she wish she could cut my dick off and take it with her
I say hold up
She say she just playing
Then I falls in that pussy like quick sand
Hot sex and cold wine
She left that nigga hanging like a clothes line
I cut my phones off, both lines
It's about to get nasty, pork rinds
She came hard, both times
We both say we single, and we both lying
We both wrong, but it feel right
Put your hands up if you single for the night

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm single
Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino
I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
And I'm single, yeah, I'm single
And I'm single, tonight I'm single
And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight
[Outro]
If you're single, put your hands up
If you're single, put your hands up
If you're single, put your-
If you're single tonight
If you're single, put your hands up
If you're single, put your hands up
If you're single
If you're single tonight28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Let It All Work Out[Intro: Sampha & Lil Wayne]
Let it all work out, let it all work out
Let it all work out, let it all work out
Let it all work out, let it all work out
Let it all work out, let it all work out
Work out, yeah
I'm in this bitch
Yeah, was on the outside, looking in this bitch
But now I’m in this bitch
Yeah, I'm in this bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tunechi, you a genius
Looked in the mirror said
"Don't let the money come between us"
I’m loaded, loaded at my earliest convenience
But fuck 'em, I feel like I got ten middle fingers
I'm sippin', sippin' in this bitch and poppin' uppers
Girl, take this, this that shit that give a flower color
And some bitch named Wonder Woman told me not to wonder
The crumbs, you only see 'em when the cookie crumble
Real shit, nigga, my candle still lit
Had to swallow my pride, though, swear it tastes like spearmint
Big up to my nigga with a strap on 'em
I never turn my back on ’em
’Cause nigga act like they cool with ya
But a lot of these niggas be transformers
A lot of these players be bench-warmers
The game ain't easy, but it’s fair, nigga
I'mma sit in this throne so long
'Til it's a fucking rocking chair, nigga
Bad bitch play with my hair, nigga
Said, "Relax, Tune, baby don’t stress out"
But I got a lot of shit on my mind, though
She said, "Let that shit work itself out"
"Let that shit work itself out"
[Interlude 1: Lil Wayne & Sampha]
C5
Yeah, back in this bitch
Tune you left this bitch
Like you knew this bitch was gon' let your ass back in this bitch
Let it all work out, let it all work out
But ain't nobody else like you in this bitch
Let it all work out, let it all work out
Let it all work out
Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Cita, you a psychic
'Cause you said there be days like this
They want a piece of me, I ain't the one that's serving slices
Please swallow, I had my share of dirty diapers
Real shit, pussy niggas on that guilt trip
It'll be on in a heartbeat
You can't hear no pussy nigga's shit skip
I fear God, never fear men
Give back, never give in
Beat odds, never beat women
Keep an open mind, let 'em peek in it
Reach highs, never reach limits
Need minds, I don't need plenty
This C5, this for BI and Left Eye, and T-Boz
When I seen Chilli at the Floyd fight
I almost asked her to creep with me
But I was young, and I held my tongue
But with that tongue, I just keep spitting
So it all worked out
[Interlude 2: Lil Wayne & Sampha]
And now I'm in this bitch
And life said, "Tune, you knew me for way too long"
I never change, you know I been this bitch
And then she said, "Let it all work out"
"Let it all work out, let it all work out" (Yeah)
"Let it all work out, let it all work out"

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Tunechi, you a monster
Looked in the mirror, but you wasn't there, I couldn't find ya
I'm lookin' for that big, old smile, full of diamonds
Instead, I found this letter you ain't finished writin'
It read, "I'm sorry for even apologizing"
I tried, compromising and went kamikaze
I found my momma's pistol where she always hide it
I cry, put it to my head and thought about it
Nobody was home to stop me, so I called my auntie
Hung up, then put the gun up to my heart and pondered
Too much was on my conscience to be smart about it
Too torn apart about it, I aim where my heart was pounding
I shot it, and I woke up with blood all around me
It's mine, I didn't die, but as I was dying
God came to my side and we talked about it
He sold me another life and he made a prophet
[Outro: Lil Wayne & Sampha & Jacida Carter]
Yeah, and he said
"Let it all work out" (Yeah)
"Let it all work out"
(I'm still in this bitch)
"Let it all work out"
(Yeah, thank God 'cause I'm still in this bitch)
"Let it all work out"
Let it all work out (Phew)
"Let it all work out"
(But he said, "Remember this:")
"Let it all work out"
"Let it all work out"
("Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch")
"Let it all work out" (Yeah)
"Let it all work out"
("And don't forget what I did this, bitch")
"Let it all work out"
("Can't even remember when I didn't, bitch")
"Let it all—"
"Let it all work out" (Yeah)
"Let it all work out"
("Now I'm out this bitch")
"Let it all work out"
("I'm out this bitch")
"Let it all—"
("And it all worked out")
Love you, Dwayne22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pussy Money Weed[Intro]
Oh yes I love her like...

[Verse 1]
Oh yes I love her, like Egyptian
Want a description?
Her body's sickenin'
I can be her prescription
I can be her physician
Sexual healing
I can be her religion
And now she's kneeling
Praying to the ceiling
I bless her
As if she sneezed
Must be the weather
I dress her
I am her sleeves
I am her feathers
She's fly, flyer than you
Flyer than me
I love her, she loves me too
I love her three –
Times more than her mom
Time will tell that I'm the nigga that
She should
We should
Be wherever she wanna be
On a late night, midday, A,M
Just say when
And I know I be with cavemen
But nevermind them
She's Poison and I am Michael Bivins
See I know that y'all don't hear me
But she does
We does
What grown folk do
When they had too much to drink, and I think
We done had to much to drink, and
[Chorus]
Oh yes I love her like; Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed; Pussy, Money, Weed

[Verse 2]
Oh yes, I love her like I oughta
I see you at the altar
Mrs. Carter
I see you with my daughter
Or son
More than one
Maybe Five, like the Jacksons
Or John Paxson
Just don't let 'em fuck up the mansion
And daddy will be home
Later on
Smellin' like the cologne
That I put on
This morn'
And I hope
That you smell like woman's soap
And shampoo, and lotion, and perfume, and candles
And I'ma run through that pussy like a vandal
Yes, I'm nasty as a Scorpio, but I'm a lucky Libra
Got her wet like she's sweatin' out a fever
Wow
Leave her
To me and she'll be smiling
Every single time you see her
From ear-to-ear
I want to be beside her when she sleep as she lay
Or we can stay awake and watch the next day
Clothes are overrated
Panties are debated
Einstein; her head is the greatest
[Chorus]
Oh yes I love her like; Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed; Pussy, Money, Weed

[Verse 3]
Oh yes I love her like her dad told her
No man
Would ever love her
Oh, and
I better be the only man
Stickin' it
Lickin' it like an envelope
Mailin' it, sealin' it, read it
I have written down Victoria's Secret
Don't tell nobody
Don't share your body with nobody
Not even a finger
I will cut it off and let him keep it
That ass for Weezy, baby
And at my station
We have sex orientation
When I hit it she squint like them Orient Asians
I do me
I say, "Hey Ms. Chun Li, I like to see your booty
Roll, like sushi"
I'm tryna dip my celery up in her bleu cheese
"Ahs", "Ooh-wees"
"Voilas", "Tah-das"
"Mhmms", "Uhh-huhs"
"Oh-yeahs", never "Oh-nos"
Until I have to go
And then it's: "Never! Oh, no"
I tell her, "Don't cry
I be back like the electric bill"
And when she's butt-naked, she's dressed to kill37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Dark Side of the Moon[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
As I wipe the stars off the windows on my space ship
Call out the spirits in my basement
Crawl out the center of the snake pit
And fall into the middle of her greatness
Fireballs reflect off the frames of the pictures
She's not at all impressed with the flames or the flickers
But take her for a walk on the moon she wear her slippers
The end of the world is coming soon, I’ma miss it
The sky is falling down, I am falling for her quicker
We hide amongst the clouds, then we pardon the enigma
High above the ground but I'm under her charisma
Her sound is in surround when I'm in her solar system
The quiet calms my quasars, the eclipse is eclipsin’
My astronaut helmet kinda shifted, full of lipstick
Planet of the aches, and she is my prescription
We out of this world, baby, we have been evicted
[Chorus: Lil Wayne / Lil Wayne & Nicki Minaj]
Intergalactical love
The sky is falling, intergalactical, intergalactical love
And I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you
On the dark side of the moon
Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon
And if you happen to get there before me
Leave a message in the dust just for me
If I don't see it I'll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Open up the curtains
Window-watchin', people killin', robbin’
The sky is fallin’, fallin' down
I turn into news, and this is the apocalypse
People livin’ on their rocket ships
My mama always told me that there would be no stoppin' this
Fireball reflections on the friends and the pictures in my room
Of I and you
Tell me, will I see you soon?
Meet you on the moon?

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & (Lil Wayne) / Both]
Intergalactic love
The sky is falling, falling down
I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you
On the dark side of the moon
I'll be waiting, I’ll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon
And if you happen to get there before me
Leave a message in the dust just for me
If I don't see it, I'll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon
And if you happen to get there before me
Leave a message in the dust just for me
If I don't see it, I'll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Intergalactical love
The sky is falling, intergalactic, intergalactical love
And I'll be waiting for you (for you, for you)
On the dark side of the moon
Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Typa Way[Intro: Lil Wayne]
My niggas been stuntin' since way back when
CNN, I got news for you haters
I'm a nasty ass nigga, ask your bitch, I ain't lying
69, that's a favor for a favor

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Them hoes bitin' they lip, cause when I say shit like that she feel some type of way
I hit it from the front, from the side, from the back, I hit it all type of ways
She throw it at me like I'm just one strike away
Sometimes life is hard to swallow, but she like to taste
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding my lawyer fight the case
I got them flowers in me, I feel like a vase
Monsters in my closet no more closet space
Niggas want to be this fly, too many flights to take

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Enough with the small talk, my girl pussy is a water-park
Every little thing I do turn her on; that's autostart
I kiss every single body part, her body is a work of art
I'm way too high, her skirt too short, I think I love her, it was just a thought
I pop up in that coupe 'bout to go back to the future
And she said, "Tune, not in my mouth," damn you should've said it sooner
I be shittin' on these niggas, like I'm sippin' Metamucil
And we smokin' on that gas, pass it like "excuse you"
And it's 6-6-2's Piru all day, my nigga
Before these niggas play with us, they'll play dead, my nigga
And if you lookin' for me, I'll be on these bitches' mind
These niggas chicken and I've never seen a chicken fly
My bitch been fussin' at me about nothin'
Ain't no tellin' what she'd do if I replace her
Like bae, I'm straight, there's plenty fish and I'm bait
We can't even have a decent conversation
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I pop the seal on my sip and she be like, "See, you gon' drink your life away"
Bitch it's my life, my life, my life shout out Mary J
And tell them boys that beef tastes like a slice of cake
And old folks get shot too, they write down license plates
I hope that ho don't call sayin' her cycle late
All this fucking gotta stop, but I need tighter brakes
And don't run from this dick girl, I don't like to chase
I wax that ass, she make that Mr. Miyagi face
And she ain't all that pretty, but I like her shape
They say numbers don't lie, she shaped like a 8
She say she ain't no dyke, but she gon' dyke today
It's curtains for these niggas I feel like some drapes.
We turnt up niggas, burnt up, stop the microwave
This shit might cost us our life, but that's the price we pay
I'm hotter than the peppers Peter Piper ate
This that Dedication 5, whattup 5?

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Ay Tune' I gotta turn up on the D5 man!
Hustle Gang, bang, green mean, anybody get it
Anything we'll do for the paper
And we live this shit, talk slick get kill't
Got nothin' but a tool for a hater (Spent 100K on my wrist nigga!)
This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!)
Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!)
The car I'm drivin' make you feel some type of way (They can't afford this nigga!)
The cash I gettin' make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)
This type of way, know you feel some type of way (Hustle Gang my nigga!)
That shit ain't hot, we out here poppin' that's all I can say (G.D.O.D!)
My only problem is tryin' to decide what I'mma drive today (Hustle Gang my nigga!)
We shine all in they face, I know they feel some type of way
I wake up in a multi-million dollar crib get dressed I plan on having a nicer day
When these punk ass rappers keep my name in they mouth, like they some type of gay
You know me dog, so watch what you say (You better watch your mouth!)
We ain't playing no games with your lame ass nigga, fuckboy you can die today (I swear you can!)
I keep a chopper in my backseat, actually it's my Glock partner (My Glock, partner!)
Play crazy if you want to, fuck around and get shot partner (Get shot partner!)
I don't like these niggas, and really fuck these niggas
Talk crazy in ya raps if you want, when you see me you won't touch me nigga! (Won't touch me niggas!)
Ball all around in my flip flop, you think TIP soft? Well then why don’t you try me
If you really gon' be dramatic, we gon' to need some music, they queuein' the violin
I'm talking slow singing, flower bringing
Empty a clip in you earing, and you chest thing, and you out the door
This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!)
Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!)
The car I’m driving make you feel some type of way (They can’t afford this nigga!)
The cash I get it make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)44EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Feel Like Dying[Hook: Karma & Lil Wayne]
Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha)
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Heheh, C3, hello)
Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, hello)
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Get lifted)
Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, I get lifted)
Yeah, yeah, so get lifted, yeah
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, haha)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Karma]
I am sittin' on the clouds
I got smoke coming from my seat
I can play basketball with the moon
I got the whole world at my feet
Playin' touch football on Marijuana Street
Or, in a marijuana field, you are so beneath my cleats
Get high, so high
That I feel like lying
Down in a cigar, roll me up and smoke me
'Cause (I feel like dying) hahaha

[Hook: Karma & Lil Wayne]
Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah)
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Only once the drugs are done (Haha, yeah)
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Hahahaha)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Karma]
Swimmin' laps around a bottle of Louis the XIII
Jumping off of a mountain into a sea of codeine
I'm at the top of the top, but, still I climb
And if I should ever fall, the ground will then turn to wine
Pop, pop
I feel like flying
Then I feel like frying
Then (I feel like dying)

[Hook: Karma & Lil Wayne]
Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha)
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Psst!)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Karma]
I can mingle with the stars, and throw a party on Mars
I am a prisoner locked up behind Xanax bars
I have just boarded a plane without a pilot
And violets are blue, roses are red
Daisies are yellow, the flowers are dead
Wish I could give you this feeling
I feel like buying
And if my dealer don't have no more
Then (I feel like dying) yeah
[Hook: Karma & Lil Wayne]
Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha)
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Turn On the Lights[Verse 1]
Remix
We fall asleep naked, we wake up naked
You know what that means, pussy for breakfast
And I know how she likes it, I'm a psychic
I eat it then I go back to sleep, that's that "itis"
And she be by herself she a loner
Trukfit, I'm the owner
I make her moan, call her Mona
I'd have a threesome if they cloned her
And me I'm purple kush forever
I'm purple drank forever
That dick make her feel retarded
She say I make her feel special
When I ain't thinking 'bout them other hoes
Ever since you put that pussy on me
I told her put that pussy on me right
And I'mma change your life
And don't sit on top of this dick if you're scared of heights

[Hook V.1]
And shawty be like
This pussy for you
I ask her is it true? And she say like a horseshoe
She got that nigga name covered that's a war wound
She lay me on my back and ride this dick like "vroom"
Then I turn on the lights, yeah
And look in her eyes
Girl that pussy too tight
You need a pussy massage
She got a body like a mermaid
She a plus, first aid
They ask me what’s her race and I say first place
Tunechi
Tell her I skate
And shawty down to earth but bitch I need my space
And she gon' ride this dick, I had a long day
She say cum anywhere you want, I give her Santa Clause face
We gon' turn up tonight
[Verse 2]
That pussy feel new
But we been fucking way before I went to Rikers Island
And now she got a man I think he gayer than a stylist
I wish we were both single like a couple dollars
And when we get together she be on that Miley Cyrus
So we eat each other up, like some Somalians
She know I got a girl but she keep this shit a thousand
Whenever we together she don't ever ask about her

[Hook V.2]
She just be like
This pussy for you
I say come and eat this bone and stop eating dog food
And she got that nigga name covered that's a war wound
And she lay me on my back and then she blow me like boom
Then I turn on the lights, yeah
Then look in her eyes
Girl that pussy too tight, you need a pussy massage
She got a body like a mermaid, she a plus, first aid
I put her in her place and that's first place
Tunechi
Tell her I skate
I ain't got no worries, no Frank Ocean I'm straight
Tunechi, tell 'em I'm straight
Tunechi
Haaa12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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You Song[Produced by Cam, Nate Fox, and Peter Cottontale]

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Shout to Chi-Town!
Dedication 5!
Since '05!
Know that!
[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass with your fine ass
You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cask
You the best dressed with your breasts showing
Like a salad, no dressing, take you to your favorite restaurant
Ask for the bread, then fuck in the restroom
They don't ask for a pass when your ass waltz in my dress room
You the best bride and I'm the best groom
Wedding presents got my best man at the Best Buy
Buyin' the Best of Fresh Prince for the bedroom
And I'ma buy a summer house, with a rec room
And a car with no backseat and some leg room
And some strawberries and some chocolate
And a fridge and some broccoli
'Cause I know you like vegetables even though I don't
I won't say I won't eat it if you chef it
Fuck it, I'll hire Geoffrey to get a beverage if you should ever get parched
You feel like Ruby Dee to me, great and powerful Ossie
Who's behind the man behind the curtain? Foxy, coffee
Brown as the bosom I flew in on
Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on
Lips full like the light on the dash was flickin', oh wait, it wasn't
Oh, and I forgot, I'll take a microwave or oven
So we could kick the butler out and we can make a muffin
Maybe bake a dozen
My homeboy like your sister, maybe they can bake some cousins
Ooh, isn't that sweet?
You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass
[Hook: Chance the Rapper]
This is not a love song, this is a you song
I just happen to love you
This is not a love song, this is a you song
I just happen to love you
This is not a love song, this is a you song
I just happen to love you
This is not a love song, this is a you song
I just happen to love you

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Give you the world if it was for me
My diamond grill make it hard to see, I'm lying through my teeth
And now I'm flying on my PJ, looking at the clouds
Thinking about yo ass and how it look like a big smile
I get mental flashbacks of your ass crack, lemme get back on track
You say I act like I don't miss you, that's because I don't act
But anyway, we can role-play or get straight to it
Sorry, my mind in the gutter—better yet, sewer
And when you say I love you, I stutter, "I-I love you too"
It's Wayne's world, she say, "What is this world coming to?"
And she know me and whoever together, she hope we comin' loose
She told me that if she ain't the one, she gon' throw up the deuce
I laughed at her, we took a bath together and splashed each other
Then she got serious and said, "Tune I gotta ask you something
Do you really love me?" I tried to change the subject
So I said some crazy shit to her like
"What if you and I were just letters?
That'd be unfortunate, we'd have to rob a fortune teller
But I swear, I think I love you, fingers crossed in my pocket
Okay, that's a dead subject, you bring it up, that's a zombie
You remind me of... my memory ain't what it used to be"
She said she ain't trippin', I know, because I move my feet
And when she figure out that she been swindled
I'll be cleaning that love bird shit off of my window
I-I love you too...
[Hook: Chance the Rapper]
This is not a love song, this is a you song
I just happen to love you
This is not a love song, this is a you song
I just happen to love you
This is not a love song, this is a you song
I just happen to love you
This is not a love song, this is a you song
I just happen to love you

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I mean how many times
How many times I gotta
How many times I gotta say it for it to count?
Are you counting?
I loved the pictures
I needed that, I swear I did
I was just thinking about you when you sent them too
You don't believe me? I know
D5, what up 5?
I-I love you too...I do59EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Mercy[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Ooh, God bless, no man cyahn curse
So on to soundboydem
Pussy'ole gyaldem
I [?] dem a-come for the crown
Nah
Kyuh!

[Hook: Sample, DJ Drama &  Nicki Minaj]
O-O-O-O-O-Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna to jerk me
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna to jerk me (A Dedication!)
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Young Money)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Young Money)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Young Money) with your girl
She tryna jerk me (Young Money)
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Young Money)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Young Money)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Young Money) with your girl
She tryna jerk me (Young Money)

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Drop it to the floor, make that dick shake
My homegirls slurp it like a milkshake
All you niggas want some Nic' cake
If you eat ass, I got a thick plate
Wee-zay, Wee-zay, don't we do this very easy?
I came from Trinidad on a temporary vis-ayy
Cause motherfuckers know I put the hex on bitches
I fuck a bitch over like I'm sexing bitches
Tic-tac-toe, then I put the X on bitches
Point game, I score, who's next, you bitches?
'Cause all you niggas fake and all you niggas broke
So all you niggas—fuck you; all you niggas choke
'Cause all you do is boast and argue over hoes
So all you niggas toast 'cause all y'all deep throat, word
F—Fuck your Lambo, f—fuck your Murc'
I got more money i—in in my fucking purse
C—Court side, you in the C Section
I'm with them Bloods, you— you with the C Section
In Malibu I'm by the sea section
And all these bitches is my sons, yeah, C-section
I'm a Republican voting for Mitt Romney
You lazy bitches is fucking up the econ'my
Out in Miami, I be chilling with a zombie
Diablo, Alejandro, dímelo, Gandhi
[Hook]
Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve), your chick she so thirsty (Swerve)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve) with your girl, she tryna jerk me
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve), your chick she so thirsty (Swerve)
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl (Swerve), she tryna jerk me (Swerve)

[Post-Chorus: Fuzzy Jones & Big Sean]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve)
Which is the champion sound (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)

[Bridge: Fuzzy Jones]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin'
And a gnashin' of teeth in the dancehall
And who no have teeth gwan rub pon dem gums
Cuh when time it comes to my sound
Which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown fi many times
And it still have one more time left
Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ugh! I'm the shit—turn your nose up
I threw some bad bitches on my tour bus
I do some bad bitches on my private jet
If them bitches ain't fucking, give them parachutes
Walked up to a redbone like I'm the shit
Told her, "Give me that pussy, and fuck my bitch"
Yeah, skate rebel, gun at my waist level
Bitch yellow, tape yellow, give you an H-A-L-O
I don't do pussy niggas but get the most pussy, nigga
I'm popping Percs, I'm sipping lean, smoking pot like cooking dinner
My homie T roll up my blunt, skinnier than Rex Ryan
I'm counting money, I'm smoking plants, call that shit "math and science"
Now suck dick, Trukfit, snapback on your dog ass
These niggas broke like Mr. Glass, they don't want none, Sister Act
It's Young Money, you bitch, you; my weed louder than pimp suits
Your bitch swallow my pimp juice, her pussy wetter than swim suits
Swish! Michael... Phelps, nigga, in your ho
Coupe the color of YooHoo; rude boy—free Buju
Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas? I been balling since '98
Fuck y'all I'd rather skate, shoot you up in your database
I fell in love with drop-tops, I fell in love with shotguns
Our guns bigger than cop guns; y'all ain't spitting, dry tongue
I like wet pussy, she like hard dick, hard head make her soft fast
Tatted up from head to toe, guess you can call me a mark-man
Wayne soaring, all my whores is whoring
All you rappers is boring, Trukfit hat and some Jordans, ugh!
[Hook]
Lamborghini Murci' (Syrup), your chick she so thirsty (Syrup)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Syrup) girl, she tryna jerk me (Haha, yeah)
Okay, Lamborghini Murci' (Tunechi, bitch), your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two-seat Lambo with your girl (Dedication 4), she tryna jerk me (Ho)

[Outro: Fuzzy Jones & Lil Wayne]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Syrup)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Syrup)
It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Fuck them hoes, nigga)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Pause)
It is a—when it comes to my sound (Syrup)
Which is the champion sound (Yeah, syrup)
Believe, believe (Lean, we the shit)
Believe, believe (Lean, syrup)
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin'
And a gnashin' of teeth
It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Millzy, baby)
And a gnashin' of teeth
It is a—when it comes to my sound
Which is the champion sound (Shout-out my niggas on the island)
Believe, believe
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Trigger Finger[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I ain't lookin' back, nigga
I'm a douchebag to these pussy ass niggas
Hammer in my drawers but I nail your 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 your ex
Better turn to God 'fore I turn to Godzilla
How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea
Motherfucker 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 motherfucker run in your home
For a crumb and a bone
And put —
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
One in ya dome
One in ya dome, one in ya dome
One in ya dome, 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 itching, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
You ain't gon hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play
Ain't nothin' sweet but the codeine, nigga
Eyes hella red like chlorine in 'em
I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' that money
Long hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan
Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step
Two rights don't make a wrong, three rights make a left
The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves
I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words
If she don't suck dick I don't give her that dick
Got the world in my hands, I'mma dribble that bitch
Money is the issue, full court pressure
I like my blunt Nutty Professor
I'm a straight rider with a getaway driver
Hit you dead on the money, now you dead on arrival
I don't fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends
But never too rich for new money
These niggas buying Haterade by the twelve pack
Like two stomachs
I'm laced up like two shoes, Miss Goody
Keep that ratchet, nigga
Trigger finger itchin', I'll scratch it, nigga
Blow your fuckin' brains out in traffic, nigga
Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick, nigga
One bitch in the whip, one on the phone
The one on the phone is in front of your home
She 'bout to run in your home and put —
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
One in ya dome, one in ya dome
One in ya dome, 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'
Nigga

[Verse 3: Soulja Boy]
Rest in peace to the game 'cause I'm fresh to death
Rest in peace to the game, tell them kill they self
Make your death wish, 'cause I'm too fresh
'Cause I'm fresh to death, 'cause I'm fresh to death
You go broke tryna get fresh like this
Rest in peace to the game 'cause I killed it
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
What you talkin', I came out a coffin
Yeah

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
I just can't see myself
Living in a house of mirrors
I bought me a double-R
'Cause I went from rags to riches
And these niggas nag like bitches
Actin' like little fags like Richard
And all of my bitches be bad as vision
You got a problem
I can fix it like a mathematician
I am-munition
Call me ammo for short
Trukfit shirt, camo the shorts
Your girl is a freak, your man is a narc
With your son in your arms
I'll put —
One in your dome
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Nightmares of the Bottom[Verse 1]
Sleeping at the top, nightmares of the bottom
Everybody wanna be fly until you swat ‘em
But who am I to talk? I ain’t shittin' roses
We in the same picture but we all got different poses
Now I’m looking in my rear view, I see the world in it
I try to slow down, and I get rear-ended
Pause, like a red light, I’m dead right
Highway to Heaven, God, do you see my headlights?
They say you don’t know what you’re doing 'til you stop doing it
Well, call me clueless 'cause I do this
Attention all shooters: I’m a shooting star
Life is a course, and I'ma shoot for par
Searching for today, instead I found tomorrow
And I put that shit right back, man, I’ll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money, CMR, Blood like a scar
Weezy F. Baby and the "F" ain't for "Flaw"

[Interlude]
Uh, uh
Yep, yep
Yep, yep

[Verse 2]
It's like I have it all, but I don't have to worry
Married to the money, a true love story
Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury
Nothing standing in my way like nothing's my security
Back to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me
If I knew I was going to jail, I would have fucked my attorney
If you sleeping on me, nigga, then I hope you toss and turnin'
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask your bitch, she will confirm it, yeah
Now what we doin' with it?
Keep opening your grill, I'm barbecuin' with it
I know my shit already tight so I ain't screwin' with it
Some say this game is a joke, well I hope they get it
Okay, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point
Yeah, the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice, I hope my sons choose wiser
And don't call me "Sir," call me "Survivor"
[Interlude]
Uh, yeah
Uh, haha
And they go "yep, yep"
Yep, yep

[Verse 3]
Uh, call me "Killer" 'cause I make a killin'
I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon
That's them twin Glocks, you can call them siblings
And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribblin'
I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails
These bitches think they fly like Tinkerbell
But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell
I let them be, 'cause you know how the sting’ll feel
Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
And I fuck up any track: train derail
Know how to roll, never need training wheels
And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
Uh, all or nothing or nothing else
I bleed reality, I should cut myself
Just had a bowl of riches, and a cup of wealth
And the "F" is for "Fuck yourself"

[Outro]
Uhh, yeah
And I ain’t doing nothing but getting my share, breathin' this air
And Mack moms told me she gon' keep me in her prayers
So I’m feeling alright, I’m tryna stay aware
And if you wanna trip, then I'ma meet you there
To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair
Players play, coaches coach, and cheerleaders cheer
I’m trying to keep spirit when the ghost disappear
Weezy F. Baby and the "F" ain’t for "Fear," uh37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Open Letter[Intro]
Ah-em

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I feel like I ain't shit
Sometimes a nigga feel like shit
Talkin’ 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it
I just hope I die for a reason
They probably won't miss me ’til they need me
Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord
I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
Way too concerned to be conceited
I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord
Die tryna reach 'em
They care more about how much I leave than
Where I leave it
I hope I leave more of an impression on my kids
To be destined to have blessings to believe in, Lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You're a son of a gun"
Just got off the phone with my daughter
Told her, "I won’t hesitate to fuck a young nigga up", Lord
A few bitches left me, that only got a new bitch elected
My old bitch was too disrespectful
And only get my new bitch respected
That’s power, yes, it's now or next
Can’t lie though, I tried though
I'll die tryin', that's a common death
We was such a team, we was chasin’ our dreams
Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath
Now they try to tell me I need rest
And I'll find love again, I ain't find it yet
Oh, but I guess it is what it is as it appears, oh shit
The object in the mirror is more near than it appears, oh shit
And sometimes I fear who in the mirror, that nigga weird
He done died so many times but still here, why am I here?
[Chorus]
Dear Life
What is my meaning? My reason?

[Verse 2]
Naked bitches really love ones
Sometimes our loved ones don't love us
I'm fuckin' more than I'm makin' love
Sometimes I make my rubber wear a rubber
I just tell my lady, "Nothing's easy"
Even though I make it look easy
But understand looks are deceiving
Lookin' like I'm lookin' for some grievance
'Cause I been through way too much, don't wanna think about it
Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it
Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it
Doctor ain't prescribin' what he ain't realizin'
Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me
Tryna hang my body, sanctifyin'
I'm a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die
I can't deny it, you can't tame my lion
I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string, I can't describe it
Feel like a anchor tied to my finger
Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink
I know a lotta niggas think I got a lotta niggas
There's strength in numbers but it's honor over strength
I talked to God the other day, he say he got a nigga
So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink
It's way too real, the shit I'm talkin' way, way too real
I hope it gave you chills
The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill
You don't know how dead you feel 'til you're dead for real
Gettin' high after I paid the bill, lower than a Navy SEAL
Show up with them Navy guns, I hope somebody prayin' for 'em
Price tags no mistakes, somebody payin' for 'em
Ice bath when my face numb, no expression
What's the life expectancy when you don't expect shit?
Mama told me, "Fuck the world and be so aggressive
Be self-fluorescent, watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive
Don't get too high to look over blessings
Never come in second, make the most of your seconds
They so precious"
'Cause if we could buy time, every store would sell it
If you want me to read your mind, need correct spelling
I keep it real, niggas better keep it copacetic
Where the weed? I feel like I'm gettin' a sober headache
Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better
I was too busy to talk, I wrote an open letter
[Chorus]
Dear Life
What is my meaning? My reason?
That's the question I ask the reader, God bless the reader
Dear Life, what is my meaning? My reason?
That's the question

[Outro: Jacida Carter]
You know, when he told me Toya was havin' a baby, I say, "Y'all young. You know y'all young." But I said, "Be the best father you can be," you know. And truly, he is that.17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Back to You[Chorus]
Now, I know the only compass that I need
Is the one that leads back to you
Now, I know the only compass that I need
Is the one that leads back to you

[Verse 1]
She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs
She ride me like a drive-by, I'm real these niggas Sci-Fi
But that's neither here nor there, she been contemplatin' short hair
She said she tryna be different but she just like the rest of these bitches
But that's neither here nor there, and my dick is her chair
It be sexual warfare, I be loaded like software
Got so many hoes I'm hoeing, but she the only one worth knowing
And yeah, I do my dirt, but that's for the flowers to grow in
I ain't tripping, but she be tripping
They ain't got shit on me, but she keep sniffing
Look, girl, just gimme that brain, and I'll return the favor
Them hoes say I'm a dog, but how come I don't chase 'em?
I lick her with no chaser, I pick her out a line up
I just wanted some time, she say, "Okay I'm your honor"
But she been wanting to break up since Dolce and Gabbana
All that ass I just be like, "Come sit your groceries on my counter"
I drink tea, she drink wine, call it Tijuana
I dying to meet her girl, but she want me to meet her momma
Swear I may go Issey Miyake, Bond no. 9
The weed is funky, but I'm smelling fine, Tunechi!
[Chorus: Jamie Lidell sample]
Now, I know the only compass that I need
I'm putting my hat back on
Is the one that leads back to you
Now, I know the only compass that I need
Is the one that leads back to you

[Verse 2]
I got that shit in my system
Somebody gonna be my victim
Eh, so where you at with it?
'Cause I can't do it by myself, I need a ass-sistant
I got that good-good, that get right
That early morning, that midnight
I beat it up like a fist fight, one, two, three, four, five, 6-9
That dick all in your windpipe, some of her friends I dislike
Some of your friends, they alright, sometimes I think y'all all dykes
But fuck all that, I'm on one, don't wanna be with the wrong one
That cold head, that warm tongue, my third leg run marathons
I feel you like I'm blind, girl, can't you see? It's meant to be
So come to me, then come for me, my game cold, one degree
I'm rolling with two bad bitches 'cause misery loves company
One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee
I miss you in the worst way, ride that dick no speed bumps
No red lights, no stop signs, just get to Lil Tunechi
[Chorus: Jamie Lidell sample]
"Now, I know the only compass that I need"
I'm putting my glasses back on
"Is the one that leads back to you
Now, I know the only compass that I need
Is the one that leads back to you"

[Bridge]
Should I call somebody else?
'Cause, girl, it's almost twelve and this dick won't suck itself
Girl, you know it need some help, it'd make a nigga's day
If you said you on your way, eh, eh
Should I call somebody else?
Cuz girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself
Girl you know it need some help, it make a nigga's day
I just hope you know the way
And she said

[Chorus: Jamie Lidell sample]
"Now, I know the only compass that I need"
I'm putting you back on
"Is the one that leads back to you
Now, I know the only compass that I need
Is the one that leads back to you"

[Outro]
You need to get to me baby
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Mrs. Officer[Intro: Bobby Valentino & (Lil Wayne)]
Ayy
Ayy (yeah)
Hey (yeah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Valentino) Woo woo woo! (yeah, yeah) yeah yeah yeah
(Yeah, yeah) Woo woo woo! (yeah) yeah yeah yeah
(Yeah) Woo woo woo! Yeah yeah yeah
(Yeah, yeah) Woo woo woo! (Bobby Valentino)

[Chorus: Bobby Valentino & (Lil Wayne)]
When I get up all in ya (yeah)
We can hear the angels calling us (chyeah)
We can see the sunrise before us (yeah)
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
(Deezle on the beat) I make it say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (like a cop car)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (haha)
I make ya say

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & (Bobby Valentino)]
Yeah, doin' a buck in the latest drop
I got stopped by a lady cop, haha
She got me thinking I can date a cop, haha
Cause her uniform fit her so tight
She read me my rights
She put me in her car, she cut off all the lights
She said I have the right, to remain silent
Now I got her hollering, sounding like a siren
Talking 'bout (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah
(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah
And I know she the law, and she know I'm the boss
And she know I get high, a-bove the law
And she know I'm raw, she know I'm from the streets
And all she want me to do is fuck the police
Talking 'bout (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee)
Yeah (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah
[Chorus: Bobby Valentino & (Lil Wayne)]
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us (yeah)
We can see the sunrise before us (umm)
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (like a cop car)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (hey) I'll make ya say

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & (Bobby Valentino)]
Haha, and after we got done
I said "Lady, what's your number?" She said "911"
Hah, emergency only
Head doctor perform surgery on me
Yeah, and now I'm healed
I make her wear nothing but handcuffs and heels
Then I beat it like a cop
Rodney King, baby, yeah I beat it like a cop
Hahah! Beat it like a cop
Rodney King baby said "Beat it like a cop"
But I ain't tryna be violent
But I'll do the time, but her love is timeless
Mrs. Officer
I know you wish your name was Mrs. Carter, huh?
(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah
(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Like a cop car
[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, I'll make ya say

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd & (Bobby Valentino)]
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every lady cop all over
That ass so big, I catch a battery to hold ya
Hands so big, you thought I told, "Pull it over"
She pulled me over, pulled me out the Rover
Then she pulled me closer, do me in back of the car
Put me in handcuffs, start ripping my pants off
All you heard over the dispatcher is...
(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee)
(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh wee)

[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say
[Bridge: Bobby Valentino]
Maybe you can lock me up and throw away the key
Call your sergeant and tell him you can't finish your shift
Cause it's on tonight
Breakfast in bed turns to breakfast and head
And I can't wait to get it on
I wanna do it all night long, Mrs. Officer

[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, I'll make ya say21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Megaman[Verse 1]
Faded off the kush, I'm gone
Only two years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home
Looking like my grandma, my niggas got that ammo
We jack-son and then light up the L, Samuel
Tunechi in this bitch, nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas
Rats gon' rat, and snakes gon' hiss, nigga
Baseball rich nigga, do this shit for all my homies
Where them bad bitches at? Come and put that pussy on me
Tunechi, you a murderer, boy, you just be killing shit
Yeah, you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist
Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep, man
Birdman Junior, got the world in my wingspan
How you niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King
I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery
Fucking with a real nigga, fucking right, certainly
Break in your fucking home, take your life, burglary
Whoa, nigga, die slow, nigga
For dear life you're holding on, En Vogue, nigga
Unload, nigga, reload, nigga
Tools on deck, Home Depot, nigga
Well, if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger
Yeah, and all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner
Everyday, I go so hard and work my ass off
I'm good, I'm 100 like a fastball
It's Carter IV
[Interlude]
Yeah!
Ugh!
I'm going back in, man
Yeah

[Verse 2]
We get fuck y'all money, how you wanna play it?
That AK sleep on the side of my bed
That's one eye closed, one eye open
Your cap get peeled like ibuprofen
I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the nigga to fuck with
It's a crazy world, and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young Money, man, we got this shit by a land slide
Boy, I send them Bloods at your ass like a tampon
Uptown shit, wet the whole party
Weezy gon' ball, bal' like Steve Harvey
The heater I'ma tuck her, Tuck-er like De-lores
That's my word, word like the-saurus
I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard
Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord
Fear nobody, but God almighty
Shoot that motherfucker till I get arthritis
I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class
I'm a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash
I don't talk it, I live it, I paint a picture vivid
And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet
I go so hard, go so mean, I'm so New Orleans
Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me
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3 Peat[Intro]
Yessir!
They can't stop me
Even if they stopped me...
Hahahah, yeah

[Refrain]
I'm on it, ooh, I'm on it
I'm so on it, and however you want it
You can get it tonight ho, and all night ho
I get the beat from (Maestro), fuckin' right, ho!

[Verse]
I might go crazy on these niggas, I don't give a motherfuck
Run up in a nigga house and shoot his grandmother up
What! What! I don't give a motherfuck
Get your baby kidnapped and your baby-mother fucked
It's Tha Carter 3, bitch, better put your supper up
Hollygrove, I throw it up like I'm trying to lose my gut
Fuck is up? Beat him up like a million uppercuts
Got a million duffled up for the fuck of it, shit
Get on my level? You can't get on my level
You gon' need a space shuttle or a ladder that's forever
However, I'm better, if not now, then never
Don't you ever fix your lips unless you 'bout to suck my dick
Bitch, swallow my words, taste my thoughts
And if it's too nasty, spit it back at me
Two more inches, I'd have been in that casket
According to the doctor, I could've died in traffic
Bounce right back on them bitches, like Magic
Abracadabra, I'm up, like Viagra
I just do this shit for my clique, like Adam Sandler
I control hip-hop, and I'ma keep it on my channel
Watch me! Bitch, watch me!
Bitch, watch me! But they cannot-see me, like Hitler
It's the New Orleans nightmare
Money so old, it's growing white hair
Young Money, baby! Yeah, we right here
I'ma make sure we ball 'til we fall like tears
And mama, don't cry, your son can handle his
I got her out the hood and put her in the hills, yeah
When I was fourteen, I told my mom we would see better days
And sure enough, I got Miss Cita in a better place
When I was fourteen, I told my mom we would see better days
And sure enough, we did exactly what I said
I tell my girl, "When you fuck me, better fuck me good
'Cause if another girl could, she gon' fuck me good"
No sitting at the table if you bringing nothing to it
And I get straight to it like it's nothing to it
Yeah, I got game like Stuart
Scott, fresh out the ESPN shop
And when SportsCenter poppin', everything stoppin'
But you can't fool me, I know what you watchin'
[Refrain]
Me! You watch me!
You watch me! 'Cause I be
Weezy, must-see TV, C3
Nigga, that's me, and I'm me
I'm me, times three
So retreat, or suffer defeat
I'm back, 3-Peat!
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Gunwalk[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
(Yeah ho!) I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law
(Yeah ho!) See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
(Yeah ho!) I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
(Yeah ho!) Yeah, I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law
(Yeah ho!) See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
(Yeah ho!) I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
(Yeah ho!) And there's no talking back when my gun talk

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk
Yeah, see me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, fuck that nigga, ho-ass nigga
Leave that nigga with a toe tag, nigga
Barrel so long you can pole dance, nigga
Run up in ya house, where the dope at, nigga?
Murder she wrote on a notepad, nigga
Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga
Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga
I walk around with this shotgun
And this bitch bigger than me, nigga
Don't open up your fuckin' mouth
'Cause I'll pull the trigger like teeth, nigga
Shoot 'em up then leave, nigga, I smell Summer's Eve, nigga
We shoot first, it's better to give than receive, nigga
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
Yeah, I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And there's no talkin' back, when my gun talk

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Keep that ho shit over there (Yeah ho!)
And we don't shoot in the air
I can't fuck with these niggas, man, these niggas gummy bears
Hair trigger on the gun, I pull that motherfucker's hair
It's like, man, you can't trust nobody
I don't even have a trust fund
Don't buck, nigga, don't stunt, nigga
Don't duck, nigga, 'cause I duck hunt
Bitch, rock with me, that Glock with me
That chopper with me, obviously
I'mma empty this motherfucker
That's fifty shots, approximately
Now fuck with me, get fucked over
Emergency room, rushed over
Hollow tips, in the clip
My gun loaded, yours sober
I pull your card like a lawn mower
Fall back or I'm goin' forward
I see you got your gun drawn
I'll send you back to the drawin' board
Lil Tunechi
[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
You don't talk back, when I cock back
That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk
Yeah!

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
Walking 'round this motherfucker limpin'
'Cause the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scottie Pippen's
On the molly and I'm twisted, throw your body with the fishes
Double back around that corner and embodyin' the witness
Uh, real niggas don't talk much, do drive-by's and walk-up's
Lame rappers that talk tough get a broke jaw, star-struck
I don't fuck with lame niggas, I got good aim, nigga
Pop a pill, pop you, my nickname is Pain Killer
I'm still that same nigga; Eastside, I rep that
Pussy niggas better get right, or where I see you, you get left at
Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk
Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk
Gudda

[Bridge: Juicy J & Lil Wayne]
I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And it's no talkin' back when it go off
You speechless, you speechless
I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law
You speechless, you speechless
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
You speechless, you speechless
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
You speechless, you speechless - when I cock back
[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Ride for My Niggas (Sky is the Limit)[Intro]
Ahem
Weezy F
Young Money, Cash Money
This is Da Drought 3, ladies and gentlemen
And you know me
Let's go

[Hook]
You know I ride for my motherfucking niggas
Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
They tell me, "Don't get high" and I should try to make a living
I tell 'em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing

[Verse 1]
My eyes get so wide as it rise in the skillet
I let my bitch bag it; if she steal it, I'ma kill her
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillos
And fuck your hospital — Young Money, we the illest
And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest
My flow is nasty, like C-Y-philis
Self-made G, and them bitches know the business
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist
And when I was five my favorite movie was The Gremlins
Ain't got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention
You looking for divine and a lil' 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 thing
[Hook]
And you know that I’ma ride with my motherfucking niggas
Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
Don’t worry 'bout mine, I'ma 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
‘Cause the sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
And if you look high, you'll see that I’m gon' be in it
The sky is the limit (Errrrrrrr!)

[Verse 2]
Buck-ten in the coupe, and your bitch love it
Switching lanes faster than she switch subjects
Tell a bitch, "Don't talk to me
And if you're talking to them niggas, don't talk for free"
And I hate when a nigga say, "Talk is cheap"
'Cause I'm the type that let money talk for me, yeah
My flow is art — unique, yeah
My flow can part a sea
The only thing on a mind of a shark is "Eat"
By any means, and you just sardines
I got the 40-cal. tucked in my P-R-Ps
What do you expect? I'm from New Orleans
The majority of my city is riders
They tried to make a brand-new map without us
But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars
And no matter how you change it, it'll still be ours
[Hook]
And I'ma ride with my motherfucking niggas
Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
Don't worry 'bout mine, I'ma 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 I'ma tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
Because the sky is the limit
Yeah, the sky is the limit
And if you look up high, you'll see that I'm gon' be in it
'Cause the sky is the limit

[Verse 3]
And you don't want to fuck with a soldier
Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulder
Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting
On the living room sofa — that's fucked up, haha
And you don't want to fuck with a soldier
Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulder
Mail it to your Moms with a dozen of roses
Haha, now that's fucked up
And I'm a G
And you ain't got to know the alphabets to see
I know my whole city is depending on me
And I forget a lot of shit, but I cannot forget the streets
[Hook]
So you know that I'ma ride with my motherfucking niggas
Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
Don't worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
Don't worry about mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
Because the sky is the limit
Yeah, the sky is the limit
And if you look high, you'll see that I'm gon' be in it
'Cause the sky is the limit
They tell me, "Don't get high" and I should try to make a living
I tell 'em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing
'Cause the sky is the limit
Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit
Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
If you don't remember nothing, man, the sky is the limit34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Green Ranger[Intro: DJ Drama]
You know I've been talkin shit for a generation now
'Bout that time for me to kick my feet up
Y'know? Move on to other endeavors
Who's ready to take the torch?
Somebody? Anybody?
Haven't I taught you everything?

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
When this shit dropped, I was like 16
Tryna get some head from a mixed thing, big dreams
Say goodbye to ripped jeans, nigga got a job
Had my little wad, worst fear was getting robbed
For my last 50 dollars that I had left over
Five dollars and they pop a nigga in his left shoulder
Minimum wage, $5.15
13s on the whip, kept my shit clean, uh
Actually that was my mama shit
But I’m drivin' 'round town on my Obama shit
Middle-class my ass, just to get a tank of gas
Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the shit
But yeah, I’m headed for a scholarship
Little scrap game but I got a lot of lip
That's why them niggas don’t like me and always wanna fight me
A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth most likely
Uh, I know the game, I’m an expert
Nigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work?
Nigga I'm gone, showed up at the crib tryna bone
And I ain't fuck yet 'cause her mama always home
God damn, L-Lord have mercy
Please God, don’t let this little broad have herpes
My nigga say she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Gold medals if we gave hoes medals
No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos
Spiderman sheets, got her singing falsetto
Tall white tee’s, can’t believe we used to wear those
White folks looking at us like we’re weirdos
But we was only kiddos
Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of Skittle
Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle
Tryna get to Diddy cause I murder instrumentals
This that good old fashioned Mark Jackson
Fucked then I’ll pass, y’all Utah Jazz-in'
Ya borin’, I don’t play nigga, I’m Mark Madsen
That's why my knots thick like a fucking Kardashian
I’m not askin', my nigga I don’t need favors
I’m in the streets with the fiends, I done seen danger
My team major, we party like teenagers
I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the Green Ranger
I fucking ran outta breath, heh
Team major, we party like teenagers
I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the Green Ranger
Cole
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't even like this beat but fuck it
I'ma only spit a few bars 'cause I don't like this beat, let's go

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, bitch I’m not old news, I’m more like gold shoes
She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods
They say I’m old school, but I dropped out
Drop ya body off, at a cop's house
They throwin' up them bricks, you better box out
My niggas got enough white to build Barack house
I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein
.44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans
I’ve been faded, stone wash jeans
New pussy, new money, New Orleans
50 up in that uzi, G-G-G-G-Unit
I murk you with that bitch, scratch the serial number, re-use it, uh
I’m from the N-O, stretch niggas out like limo’s
Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, that's pimples, uh
I’m bout to go banana puddin’, hehe
You a dyke 'cause your man a pussy
Hit you from the blindside, no Sandra Bullock
Never bite the hand that feeds you
Always watch the hand that’s cookin'
Tunechi
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Hahaha, yeah man, D4 ho
Shout out Cole, you already know what it is
Cole World, Wayne’s World
We in this bitch ho
Special delivery at your front door
Hahahahahahaha, redbone biatch!11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Bank Account[Intro]
On God, Dedication 6
On God, Dedication 6
On God, yeah

[Chorus]
25 million on a nice big ol' mansion
And, bitch, I still haven't invited your family
When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammys
I'ma just kill that pussy, now it's just a closed casket
25 million on a mansion, so precious
Bitch, be careful when you're bringin' your besties
Satin sheets, I ain't got time for no messes
That exorcist told me my wifey possessive
Adderall just so we can go restless
We fuckin' all, all night long, no breakfast
No confessions, no questions, we both professionals
Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrian

[Verse]
You bought a car for the bitch
I buy the narcs for the bitch
You buy apartments and shit
It's nice, I just walked in this bitch
You buy the art for the bitch
Y'all argue too often and shit
You always startin' some shit
That should come off of the bench
Shout out my homies I miss
Nino and Tony and Mitch
This ain't no cordial shit
She wan' come snort all this shit
She wan' go hard with a bitch
She know what happens today
She know we always forget
And she just posted the shit
And he just saw his lil bitch
Tell him I want him to trip
Tell him my guns gettin' skinny
Tell him they're starvin' for this
Give me the check, give me the throne
My hair is a minute too long
My bitch look like Vivica-Berry
Your bitch look like Rosetta Stone
I made my bitch go get a clone
Fuck 'em together and then on they own
When they catch feelings, I’m gone
I'm whippin' the Winnie the Coupe
I'm drivin' and sippin' the soup
The shit made me drift in the coupe
As long as I get to the stu'
Ruler clip, Rick the Ruler slick
Pull up on your bitch, you just called your bitch
Got that "Who is this?" She don't know you exist
She on her Mula shit, that's that truer shit
Make you eat your words, make you chew your shit
Then we knockin' out every tooth you pick
Nigga, fuck you, and fuck who you with
Yeah my bitch broke, but her booty fixed
Wait, I just popped a Perc, another for dessert
I washed it down with syrup
I just left planet Earth, ran into Captain Kirk
I pop a Perc, I'm trippy, call me Perc Nowitzki
Just call her Lewinsky; blurry, blurry vision
Blrrp— "Hello, who is this?" I just hit the line
I got a bitch in mind, I call her anytime
She taller, but it's fine, together we 6-9
I hit her other line, he like, "What other line?"
She like, "Never mind," and she can tell a lie
And I can tell she's lyin', that's no lie
That's my awesome lil bitch
Got me a saucy lil bitch
Got me a bossy lil bitch
Left her for a bossier bitch
It cost me a arm and a dick
I got me a naughtier bitch
She suck on the balls and the stick
I'm about to play golf with the bitch
I'm way on Mars with the bitch
She fuckin' with Martians and shit
You shoppin' at Marshall's and shit
And yeah, your bitch gettin' trippy with me
Want a quickie with me
Say she wish that I had Nicki with me
Say she'd lick her with me
Wish you wish I had my nigga with me
Bitch, you washy-wishy, y'all can't trick me
She said "God, forgive me"
I say "Nah, I'm busy"
[Bridge]
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 bank accounts
Plus a main account, with insane amounts
That's somethin' to think about
Plus the drank in route, now I'm hangin' out
With 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 bitches ready to drink me down
Ready to drink me down, ready to drain me out
Plus my main in town, and she came around
Said they ain't her style

[Chorus]
25 million on a nice big ol' mansion
And bitch, I still haven't invited your family
When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammys
I'ma just kill that pussy, now it's just a closed casket
25 million on a mansion, so precious
Bitch, be careful when you're bringin' your besties
Satin sheets, I ain't got time for no messes
That exorcist told me my wifey possessive
Adderall just so we can go restless
We fuckin' all, all night long, no breakfast
No confessions, no questions, we both professionals
Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrians
(Err!)

[Outro]
Six shit, on God
Dedication 6 on God
Dedication 6 on God
That's some sick shit
Oh Lord
Dedication 6 oh Lord
Dedication 6 oh Lord
Yes Lord
Dedication 6 yes Lord
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5 Star[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Tunechi
Barbie
Young Money

[Chorus 1: Nicki Minaj]
I been smokin' gas, killin' bitches
Man, I feel just like a gang-star
Cover up my face like a ninja
In this Alexander Wang scarf
I'ma drop a bag, they gon' pull up
And then they gon' let them things off
I ain't switchin' up my hairstyle
But my niggas let it bang off

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Percocets and Addies, lookin' for a fuck I could give
All these hatin' bitches plottin', why they can't let me live?
Me and Weezy in LIV
When my album drop these bitches is gon' cry in the car
All your yes-men out here lyin', had you dyin' to spar
You was tryin' too hard
I'm out here livin' though, I am out here livin' though
Me and Tunechi winnin' though
Slimes out here twinnin' though
I am on my pivot though, I am just so pivotal
Bands, I go get it though, Weezy on his pedestal
A lot of gang shit, a whole lot of gang shit
All these plaques is pilin' up, it's nowhere to hang shit
These bitches pussy though
Pushed them out my pussy though
Niggas want my cookie though
'Cause it taste like cookie dough
Smoke, I got a free pack; flow sick, get a Z-pak
Niggas don't mean my race when they say "She blacked"
I am the Queen (Facts), I'm everything she lacks
Bitch get on your kneecap, I don't mean C. Kaep'
I'll get you checked, pussy; I'll get you a free pap
You bitches don't ball out, you get your QB sacked
I'm OBJ, hoes; break records like ankles
I've been that bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles
Tell 'em carry on, they gon' miss me when I'm gone
I'm gone
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got 'em feelin' like they five star, yeah
Your hoes throwin' fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just like a doctor, yeah
Pop some X with my exotic dancer
She start cryin' and said her job hard, yeah
Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest In Peace to Honda

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my tongue can go HAM
Put my face up in her pussy and my thumb in her ass
Make her do the jumpman, ayy
I put her face down in the pillow, 'bout to smother her ass
A fly yellow bone to me, I told her to come get a tan
Now she butter pecan
Oh, I got a Draco in the sofa, an Eggo in the toaster
A cradle in the chocha, the yayo doing yoga
And I wake up, smell the Folgers, I don't know how I woke up
'Cause I was in a coma, but now I'm in the moment
Wearing high socks on the front porch
Two cups with the mud flowin'
The plug ain't charge me nothin' for it
I cried tears of fuckin' joy
LVs on my luggage, boy
Don't ask me where I'm fuckin' goin'
I pull up with my skaters
Make 'em beat you with their fuckin' boards
Sharp shooters like pool sharks
Shoot you down in the Walmart
Shoot you down in the parkin' lot
Shoot you down in the food court
Hit your crib in the Steamboat
Then disappear on the speedboat
Act a jackass like Steve-O
Then disappear like Neo
Leave a red flag on your screen door
Leave a red flag around your queen's throat
Leave a blood stain on your mink floor
Like a red stain on clean snow
That money gang, 500 gang on that money train
And we walkin' around with bloody fangs
Playin' hunger games; mmm-yummy, man
And we storm the block, lightning and thunder came
When my youngest came, that's your mother's name
Hit the address, knockin' down picture frames and other things
Throwin' up Eastside like stomach pains
Sugarcane get took to Spain, a kilo fell and it shook the plane
A nigga screamed, the hoes wouldn't complain
I brought the AK with the knife, so the butcher came
And the Nina came, and her sister came
And what's her name, it’ll go Buka Bang
You don't even know where to put the blame, that's cold
[Chorus 2: Lil Wayne]
I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got 'em feelin' like they five star
Your hoes throwin' fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just like a doctor
Pop some X with my exotic dancer
She start cryin' and said her job hard
Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Honda

[Outro]
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Mazda
Put her ass up in a dumb Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Smart Car
Switch her, put her in Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Kia
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Uber
That's some sick shit18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Shoes[Verse]
OK, No Ceilings, motherfucker, good morning
Dick in your mouth while you're yawning, I'm going in
Gudda, why they started me? Marley, why they started me?
I bring it to your front door like you ordered me
Back in this bitch, but a lot more rich
On my Papa Bear shit, need hot porridge
Got a lot more shit than you can ever fathom
A big-head nigga couldn’t even imagine
The shit I do, most doers never done
I'ma fuck this beat, you bitch, ooh, you better cum
Bet I run this shit, I don't run from shit
I still b—beat your ass like a fucking drumstick
Weezy Fucking Baby, baby, make the ladies come quick
The money can’t fit in my pockets, but I bet that gun fit
And I’m so unfit 'cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't shit, I like my fast food faster
Syrup got me slow like a turtle 'round this ho
And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho
What's the word around this ho? You get served around this ho
Yeah, you get served like a fucking hors d'œuvre around this ho
I don’t splurge around no ho, no, I don’t shine in front of no bitch
'Cause after she get off my dick, I be like "Find the front door, bitch"
I don't know why in the fuck your bitch keep coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind? My fucking dick
I call her "dickhead," spicy like a Big Red
Strike you like a Bic head—your flow sick? My shit dead
Sillier than V.I.C. said, Soulja Boy and Arab
You should see my eleven-year-old daughter do they dance
I call it the Nae-Nae dance, proud to be Nae-Nae’s dad
Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland
We are not the same, I am a Martian, this is Space Jam
No Ceilings, R.I.P., amen
Motherfucking caveman, beating on my chest
Young Money, Cash Money, and I'm eating all the rest
Nigga, no offense, sorry if you're offended
Riding high like I'm on 54 inches
Man, I'd rather chill with 54 bitches
Ch—Chill like— Ch—Chill like an Eskimo
L—Let's get more— Let's get more bitches
And I be like, "Let's get more bitches"
Mr. Officer, stop arresting your bitches
Stop letting the messy hoes mess with your business
Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney
Sheesh, gosh, Oshkosh B’gosh
Smoking on that Bob Marley, listening to Pete Tosh
I—I—I do me; no, I do three
At a T... I-M-E
Why, when we say we Young Mula
The bitches leave y'all and relay-run to us
And payday comes sooner than later 'round here
And you see my sharks like they got some bait around here
Hey, you better stop the hate around there
Before Tommy, Mac, and Nina debate around there, yeah
You see it in my face, I don’t care
Whole court hearing, trial, and the case around there
I'm the best thing yet, I know I got that thing wet
Everybody wan' be fly but don’t know where their wings at
Huh, had to pause for a minute
Now, I'm right back in it, like the drawers of the women
On a scale of one to ten'n, my girl be a twenty
My girl so bad, make a nigga think he sinning
My goons so gritty, my goons is so with me
Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me
Gators, matadors, baboons, and those grizzlies
All come out me when I'm on the micropho-N-E
Mic check, two-three; I'm different like blue pee
And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop be
Like a hoopty, man, the boy been riding
And I ain't gassed up, 'cause I'm more like a hybrid
You think I'm stunting, but no, I'm just surviving
And I been here, but my soul is just arriving
Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin
No Ceilings, full dose, I'm prescribing
Medication free, and for meditation, we
Smoke some better tastin' weed that you’ll ever taste or see
S-H-A-R-P as a tack, hotter than
Riding through the desert on a camel back, I done been
Riding through wherever with the hammer strapped, I ain't lying
I can do whatever if I'm planning that
So I got my guns, let's dance, like FannyPack
And we cook the hard, cut the soft, and bring the whammys back
Mafio, bitch, where your motherfucking family at?
Call my nigga Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back
All up in another nigga woman, I be ramming that
Seeing through these see-through niggas like they're laminate
Hip-hop so contaminate, I swear, just examine it
And I'm such a philanthropist, the God to these evangelists
I dress so Los Angeles, but I love Miami, though
I act so New Orl-e-ans, yes, I go pistachios
That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me
And the bitches is so at me, and you know what they throw at me
Hahaha!
[Outro]
No—No Ceilings37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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HollyWeezy[Intro]
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Uhh

[Chorus]
Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood

[Verse 1]
Find out where your parents stay
Tell my goons to go straight to your momma room
What's in your pockets? What's in your pocketbook?
We think the Bible's a comic book
Bitch this Hollygrove, too far from Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
I got cocaine that's so good, need a name? Call it "Milk"
Because milk does the body good
I got this heat on my waist
So somebody better monitor the thermometer
I just eat pussy and pussy-ass niggas all day
And I ain't even kinda full

[Chorus]
Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
[Verse 2]
Woo! I went from Bourbon to Beverly Hills
Show me your tits
I'll show you my weapon and grill and heaven is real
I get an actress into my bedroom
She lay down and say "Let's make a film"
I be like "Action," I hold her head down by her neck
This how breathtaking feel
Family first, you'll get your family killed, that's if you squeal
Pop-pop, close range, hold that gun
Like the photographer hold the camera still
Bad bitch riding my dick
She swerve 'cause another bitch grabbing the wheel
I ask 'em to chill, they both look at me, say "Shut up"
I say "My lips are sealed..."
Oooh! I come from Hollygrove, I done went Hollywood
I was a match made in Heaven
When Hell was a pile of wood
I run through Hell with gasoline drawers on
Stop, tell the Devil that God is good
Entrepreneur in a Bentley droptop Azure
Vagina connoisseur out the hood
I come from Hollygrove, every day Halloween
We shoot your block up and just say we shot a scene
This is a robbery, I let the chopper squeeze
Turn you to cottage cheese
Been on my beast since I was wearing Wallabees
Where paparazzi? I need my privacy
Fuck your photography, I react violently
Make sure your camera get my good side of me, Lord!
I come from Hollygrove
Hollywood should make a movie 'bout Hollygrove
Woo! Whoever play me
Should get a Oscar and a Golden Globe
This ain’t no movie, this is real shit
I don’t need a script 'cause I know my role
My Hollywood bitch just overdosed
All she could snort, more coke than Pinocchio
I come from the streets
But got "superstar" written all over my face
That’s why these hoes in my face
I come from Hollygrove
I moved to Hollywood just to Californicate
Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop
I ain't finished shooting, tell 'em don’t check the gate
[Chorus]
Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Fall asleep to the gunshots
Wake up and smell the embalming fluid
I come from Hollygrove, my bitch from Hollywood
When I fuck her she say “Hallelujah!”
Hollygrove too far from Hollywood
Ohh, but I done went Hollywood

[Verse 3]
Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood
Hollygrove ain't far from H-Town
We used to drive back and forth with the work praying
"Lord please don’t let this car break down"
Hahahaha
H-Town! Lord, I done went from Hollygrove to H-Town
Hollygrove to Houston
Got a bad 5th Ward bitch that be boostin'
Sometimes she doze off, that’s the lean, I excuse it
She said “If it ain’t ch-chopped and screwed, it ain’t music"
She say I never take her out, we went to eat at Houston's
Sometimes I doze off, that’s the lean, I'm just snoozin'
I still got Actavis, nigga, that's exclusive
Kill you for a pint, that’s a PT Cruiser
I see way too many hoes in my future
I'm gon' nail all them hoes, I'm Freddy Krueger
Grew up on Bun B, Pimp C was my tutor
Pimp Squad for life, had to do this for Houston
Hollygrove ain’t far from H-town
We used to drive back and forth with the work
Praying the car don’t break down
Ohhh, Hollygrove ain’t far from H-town
We used to drive back and forth
With, codeine, cocaine, the pills, and pounds
Yeah, and we got back home safe and sound
If you got pulled over you don’t give police no names
Or get killed and never found
Word, but I kept some money to bail out
Momma used to say if I ever get caught
They gon' put me under the jailhouse
Damn, I'm too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
One to the chest with this chopper
Leave you with just arms and a head like a octopus
I got this chopper protecting my livelihood
I'm so good, I'm so straight, I’m secure
[Chorus]
Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood

[Outro]
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Cashed Out[Verse 1]
Fuck nigga, them fuck niggas
My blunt bigger than these lil niggas
Keep stuntin' with your bitch ass
You'll get jacked and Jilled, nigga
Fuck wrong with these sissy niggas?
I'm smoking that Bill Bixby nigga
I'm spendin money, spendin money
Ben Franklin dizzy nigga!
Your bitch on my dick, I told her I was busy
She say "Wayne on me, Wayne on me" cause yo ass be drizzlin'
That pussy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon
And if she bounce that ass then I'm dribblin
That pussy so wet, it turned into a Gremlin
There's only one me, ain't no equivalent
She give me brain, brain like trivia
I got a black bitch and a red bitch
I call them hoes Aunt Vivian
Chopper knock your face off
Black shades, Ray Charles
I be killing them hoes
I got your ho up in my graveyard
I ain't working with a full deck
But I pull out that Ace card
She grab that dick with 2 hands
Like she about to pray for it
Clips hanging, no curfew
Fuck you and who birthed you
I'm shining like church shoes
Birdman Jr.: y'all birdfood
I'm bout it.. I said I'm about to cum
She opened her mouth: water fountain
When I'm on the scene I'm on that lean
Bitch, I'm drowsy
Man, I'm so high I don't know what I'm laughing about
I got bars, nigga and it's happy hour!
["Hook"]
Ridin' round with them choppas, not them ninas
Ridin' with a bitch named Molly and she on Molly - ha!
Bitch I put my foot in your ass: karate
Man these niggas can't see me like a diary

[Verse 2]
Smoke that weed, let's get irie
Nina shut up, that bitch got a silence
Top of the gun there is a scope
I close one eye, I look like a pirate, fuck it!
TRUKFIT my bitch up, Tunechi leave big nuts
I'm getting my dick sucked
I blow weed like it's dust!
Spacehead: love pussy, hate feds
Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider
Told her drive it like it got 8 legs
I'm a made nigga: Makaveli
That Mack-11: necessary
I'm a hard head: I pop the cherry
No pussy no rats, no Tom and Jerry
They say your friends are your enemies?
Well, my friends are imaginary
I'm the motherfuckin resolution like the 1st of January
My ride cold and my bitch hot
I'm tired as hell but my dick not
I don't gas no bitch, no pit-stop
Smoke Barney and Baby Bop!
Y'all niggas act like lady cops
My niggas smoke like coffee shops
That's syrup gang, wafflehouse
Gunfight, I'll knock you out
My bitch titties is poppin out
We poppin up and we get it poppin
Mask on, gloves on
Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin out
Like Nicki's ass
Smoking on that sticky bag
Weezy F: I'm big and bad
Small feet, but I kick your ass
I'm the trigger man, and that shooting star
Eat that pussy like caviar
She treat that dick just like a straw
How you like them apples, Microsoft?
Now wipe it off..
I do Liv on Sundays: church!
Step off in that motherfucker fresher than some Certs
Uuh! Who the fuck is Stevie J?
I got the ball, playing keepaway
Kidnap your ass, kill your ass
Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg!
It's Hollygrove to my deathbed
Just make sure my pillow's fluffed
Hit a nigga with a million shots
What you call that? A million bucks
Good weed, we pass around
Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth
It's Young Money, Cash Money
Til the motherfuckin day I'm Cashin Out!
Tunechi!
["Hook"]
Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
Your bitch wanna come over here where the grass is greener
And if you passing that weed, I'm the wide receiver
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Surf Swag[Intro]
KE on the Track
No Ceilings
Ah...
O—OK

[Verse]
I got this chrome on this Bugatti, I'm strong in this Bugatti
Two V8s, ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti
Bitch, I’m bad, I'm worse, I'll pass the purp
Don't fuck with me 'cause right now, I'm higher than Captain Kirk
I swear, I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in a bag I bet I'll snatch her purse
OK, I spaz, I curse; you last, I'm first
I'm on your ass, like dirt; behind that cash, get murked
I'm talking big shit, nigga, join my hit list, nigga
What's the matter? Check your bladder, I'm the shit, piss, nigga
Shoot the witness, nigga
Hold court in the streets and convict this nigga
Ol' dickless nigga
Man, I'm running with the blocka, Young Money, motherfucker
You think we gon' do our thing? Well, ain't it sunny in the summer?
And we coming for the commas, and whoever among us
And you know I'ma bust my ass until my crew very humongous
I said, T.I., hold your head, and Mack, hold your head
Wish I could but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds
And to my Bloods, code red, man, you know how we play it
And if it costs to be the boss, oh well, I guess I gotta pay
I—I'm a New Orleans nigga, I don't take no shit
Take the brain off the whip; now, it don't make no sense
Stunt hard on these bitches, I ain't promised tomorrow
Now, women kicking it with me like Nomar Garciaparra
Fuq' roll them killer plants, the Little Shop of Horror
And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em look like Toccara
Man, I'm too much for these niggas and three much for these hoes
The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby mamas, they get my highest honor
Gotta take care of them kids, man, I know you heard Obama
And I live on an island, Atlantic in my backyard
I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard
Quarterback, shotgun, you don’t get any sack yards
Bitch, I ball hard, breaking all the backboards
Pretty Boy Floyd, step up, I will crack yours
And even at the White House, we pull up at the back doors
Walk around like I'm 30 feet tall
Tiger Woods, all these hoes tryna birdie these balls
In the Porsche 911, like emergency calls
Man, I just be chilling, I'm cool like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, I'm putting up new walls
Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbing two logs
Young Mula, we the new shit, new drawers, ugh
Now, get off my dick, I ain't fucking with you
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol
Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston
Redbone do me good, then her friend assist her
I mean, a bitch she never met, her best friend, or sister
I leave the pussy micro-soft like Windows Vista
Young Tunechi, pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys' memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck with Hollygrove
Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago
But Heaven or Hell, I'm hoping that they be where I'ma go
Take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show
Still "long hair, don't care" like a Navajo
I'm the hardest shit, go in your ass and search
I smash this verse, and I swag and surf
[Outro]
No Ceilings!
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U.O.E.N.O.[Verse One]
Uh, I'm flying private through Cloud 9
Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Einstein
Yeah, I'm yawnin', I'm so tired of ballin'
Yeah, only selling work to them workaholics
Got guns bigger than you nigga, I don't fuck with new niggas
I blues your bitch ass, hope somebody give you rhythm
I got animal all in my floor, take your shoes off at the door
Niggas feed these bitches lies, nigga don't food poison my ho
I buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon on at the store
My niggas like Kanye with that good, my niggas like Lou Rawls with that blow
Niggas be sayin' they racked up, don't let that Q-ball leave you broke
I know you want a pat on the back, but then those fools goin' see you choke
I saw your bitch and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go
Boy, I get up in that pussy and hit her with moves you don't even know
Niggas be trippin' over these hoes, I done came too far to get close
I've been outchea gettin' bread and I don't need you all in my loaf
If you stick your neck out there, I'll have my goon's all at your throat
Niggas be lukewarm at the most and when I'm through ballin' I coach
Shout out to my nigga Mack gettin' his boo on in that Ghost
I'm still coming off the top of the dome but it'd be on a tombstone if I wrote, Tunechi

[Hook]
My kids already rich and they don't even know
These nigga's sayin' they playa's, they ain't even scored
My bitch rolling my weed, she don't even smoke
Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, nigga
[Verse Two]
Uh, my cologne illegal in nine countries
I found a way like it was hiding from me
Yeah, my weed good, my sex better
Bitch, don't text me no long letters
I'm ahead of the game, I need a blowjob
Most of these ho's ain't got no job
And these niggas goin' buy em' everything
You goin' fuck around, and get the ho robbed
I'm ahead of the game, I need a haircut
Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug
And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums
I woke up this morning, dick rock hard, dick harder than a armadillo
MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my niggas
Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is full of hard decisions
If she ain't fuckin', she get the boot, let me write this bitch a parking ticket
Ain't got time for love life, all I know is get paid
I'm high like Bonjour, twisted like french braids
I got my own shoes, SLIME, T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift, man these niggas been dead

[Hook]
Uh, I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn't even know
I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her, yeah
Don't fuck with these fuck niggas, you already know us
I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise
Yeah
[Verse Three]
Pass that weed to the next nigga, blunt longer than a tongue twista
Hoes want this scud missile, I'mma ball, like Crystal
Lil Tunchi Li, young sex pistol, new money, no wrinkles
I'm hard headed, Ocho, Dedication Cinco, uh

[Outro]
What up 5?
Rocko fuck with me! Yeah!
Future fuck with me! Yeah!
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift, man these niggas been dead
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Trippy[Intro: Juicy J]
We trippy man

[Verse 1: 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
Thats 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 coughin' 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
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Weed, pills, and that drank
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
Weed, pills, and that drank
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
Weed, pills, and that drank
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
Weed, pills, and that drank
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Shoutout to my weed man
Shoutout 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 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, 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
Goodbye Earth, farewell
High as Heaven, eyes low as Hell
Keep scratching, keep biting my nails
Keep lighting a L, I'm a kite in the air
I like weed brownies and cookies
I'm straight but seeing crooked
I got my trippy kit
I hope I trip and fall in some pussy
Tunechi
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Weed, pills, and that drank
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
Weed, pills, and that drank
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
Weed, pills, and that drank
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
Weed, pills, and that drank
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Musty herb in a Ziploc
Twistin' up top notch
Weed that I smoke, straight off a boat
Six foot bong, tryna see what I toke
This that Cali Kush, I motivate not gloat
All I need is Mary, let the models do the coke
Tryna get some Becky in the backseat of the Ghost
Hit the weed man, tell him that I need a bag
Wake up every morning and I take a drag
Take the blunt, dip it in the lean, then I laugh
In your baby mama ear, and I'm gonna smash
They call me the trippy king, don't try me nigga
Juicy J with the Taylors, Chinese eyes, nigga
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Weed, pills and that drank
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
Weed, pills, and that drank
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
Weed, pills, and that drank
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
That's my trippy kit, yea
Weed, pills, and that drank
That's my trippy kit, yea
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Krazy[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tell me something I don't know
I'm flexing on 'em like torsos
These niggas slipping like bar soap
These niggas listening, use Morse code
Boy, nigga sipping like parched throat
Ahe-he-hem, excuse me?
These niggas talking that beef shit
We'll check into it like the room's cheap
And all we sell is the greatest feeling on Earth
They paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artwork
Ain't got nothing left to prove, unless I got to prove it in court
Live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful corpse, yes, Lord
My nigga order like twenty bricks
I sent five bricks with four chicks
Riding with these guns, that's carpooling
Bought extra clips when I dove in
Miss Snow White, we snowed in
Nigga, miss me with that ho shit
Kill all rats, I toast to that
And watch everybody I toast wit
Kill everybody you close with
Just don’t stick your nose in my bullshit
Cause I close it like a clothespin
The people that I rolls with
Will leave holes in what you drove in
If anyone in that car live
You tell that nigga I owe him, yeah
I got my mind right, my money right
My head on my shoulder
And my eyesight a little blurry, but
It's staying on my quota
And we find out Mom's address
And your head get mailed over
Nigga, you make that bed, you lay in that bed
Or get that bitch made over
Tunechi
[Hook]
You so crazy
Tunechi, you so crazy
Bitch, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
They say "Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi
Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, you so crazy"
Bitch

[Verse 2]
Tell me something I don’t know
I’ll tell you something I do know
Like money, drugs, bitches, guns
Niggas call me "Mucho"
Got witches all in my broom closet
Got little killers in JuCo
We’ll find out your business hours
And pop up like new toast
Like, danger taste like glucose
My shadow don’t get too close
To that new nigga with my old hoes: kudos
For my niggas on Rikers Island back there playing Uno
Getting swole like Popeye for niggas walking around like Bruno
I’m in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points
AK to your face; knock half off, like coupons
Too cool for school, but I sold cool points to schoolboys
Tell the cops, We don’t name drop, that's like droppin newborns
Nigga you crazy
[Interlude]
You so crazy, Tunechi
These hoes made me

[Verse 3]
Nigga tell me somethin I don't know
Like where the fuck did my heart go?
And show me somethin I haven’t seen
And give me what helped Martin sleep
On the same night he had a dream
And take me to where I’ve never been
But not to where I never be in
I ain’t never scared, but I’m scared of me
Me vs. Me, I need a referee
Need weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardy
Fuck deputy, big letter B
Need equity, need credit cleaned
To trafficking from peddling like everything
From amphetamines to medicine
These niggas sweeter than nectarine and Grenadine, ha!

[Hook]
You so crazy
Tunechi - you so crazy. Bitch
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
They say Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi
You so cray, bitch
[Verse 4]
Tell me somethin I don’t know
Like what happened to hard coke?
You can call me Eddie cause I stay ready
My family call me Eduardo
I’m music to these bitches ears
I hit that ass like the wrong note
My bitch bad, with corn rows
With boots on in farm clothes
You can find me prancin in the finest mansion
With the finest dancer with a height advantage
She want cocaine, pills, and weed, liquor and dick
She gotta micro manage
I'm just eatin rappers
They go nice in salads
With some diced up carrots
I just like a challenge
Psychopathic, so psychopathic
Nigga give me credit, or my balance
Lil Tunechi

[Outro]
Stand up niggas
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Burn[Verse 1]
Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed flexin'
I say bitch I ain't impressed you must've got the wrong impression
I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her
Money on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho
Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello
Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we dont know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh
Pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's
Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts
Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes
I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gonna say?
Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake
[Hook]
And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline bitch
The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher
Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire

[Verse 2]
Money on my mind I ain't thinking bout no bitch
I'm talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch
Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real if ya scared go to catholic school
And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons
Preach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel: Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked: goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech
Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums: oatmeal
I'm stuntin', getting new money
Trukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em
I get better like fine wine I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM
Lil' bitch
Niggas gonna talk they ain't talking bout shit
Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick
Fuckin fuck niggas on that fuck shit
Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit

[Hook]
And let that kush burn let that kush
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline bitch
The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher
Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Abortion[Intro]
I, I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, oh me, I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker, yeah!

[Chorus]
I, I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger (yeah) I'm a critical thinker (yeah)
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker

[Post-Chorus]
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant, yeah (haha!)
We in the belly of the beast, yeah
And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn

[Verse 1]
Uhh, I woke up this morning, dick rock hard
Ashed my blunt in my Grammy Award
You can save your bullshit on your memory card
If this real nigga business, then you niggas unemployed
Jumped on the celly, called Makaveli
He say he was gravy, I say I was jelly
Looked in the mirror, said "You's an ill nigga"
Then I ran to the money like track and field nigga
Now I think I'll have me a coffee with six sugars
In a world full of ass-kissers and dick pullers
I'm tryna walk a straight line but the line crooked
I'm shooting for the stars, astronauts dodge bullets
Yeah, I bought a brand new attitude
The hate is music to my ears, I got my dancin' shoes
Sometimes we question shit that there is no answer to
But I just built a house on I Don't Give a Fuck Avenue
[Chorus]
I, I see you with your palms in your pants (haha!)
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger (yeah) I'm a critical thinker (yeah)
I'm a hell of a smoker (yeah) and a bit of a drinker (hey!)

[Post-Chorus]
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant, yeah
We in the belly of the beast, yeah
And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn

[Verse 2]
Uhh, down on the ceiling, looking up at the bed
Life is a gamble, better check the point spread
And when life sucks, I just enjoy the head
I'm so sick of these niggas, I need meds
Uh, smoking on that hallelujah, thank you Jesus
Help me focus on the future and not the previous
Double R, I'm a rebel with a reason
Sometimes you gotta fight the devil with a demon
Blood is in the streets and it is up to my knees
Underground shit, I see myself as a seed
Living in the glass, and everybody's looking
But how can you get the picture if you don't know who took it?
This current affairs, but who the hell cares?
Everybody's fighting over positions, musical chairs
On the road to redemption, you gonna use a few spares
I'm just fucking ready so I come prepared
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah I know your name (hey!) yeah
Your name is unimportant, yeah (listen mayne)
We in the belly of the beast, yeah
And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn

[Bridge]
And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Life is a rollercoaster, but still unfair
A blessing in disguise is right before our eyes
But since it is in disguise, we don't know that it's there

[Chorus]
And I, see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker
I know your name...
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What About Me[Intro: Lil Wayne]
If you saw me, would you understand
That I can't stand you with another man?
I see you happy where your life is at
I see you smile, I can't live with that

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
'Cause what about me? Yeah
I stayed up all night for you
Girl, girl, what about me? Yeah
I shut down my life for you
Now you run around with him, and him, and him
How you do that?
How you act like I never held you every night?
And now you never call back, please
Girl, girl, what about me?

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Oh, tell me do you ever think about it?
Those lonely nights when you 'bout lost it (Oh)
The only time that you would call
Was just to tell me it's my fault (Oh)
I let you cry, I let you worry
I let you yell, I let you hurt me (Oh)
I gave you everything you needed
Now you gone, gone, gone
Tell me, how you do that to me? Yeah
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Girl, what about me? Yeah
I stayed up all night for you (Yeah)
Girl, girl, what about me? Yeah (Girl, what about me?)
I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life)
Now you run around with him, and him, and him
How you do that? (Oh)
How you act like I never held you every night?
Now you never call back, please (Please)
Girl, girl, what about me?

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Oh, girl, girl, girl, what about me? Me?

[Verse 2: Sosamann]
Do you think about me?
When I'm flying OT, I be up in them streets
You tellin' me that you gon' leave
Hittin' my phone with the beep (Boom!)
Knock it out, baby, creep
Oh, 'cause I just wanna see you smile
Did none of them tears ain't for you, baby
And they ain't matchin' yo style
I'm kickin' it flav with yo sauce
I'm counting them lovers
I'm thinking bout you, and all of the things that we used to do
And all of this you went through
Girl, I don't want you with no other dude, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Sosamann]
Girl, what about me? Yeah (Girl, what about me?) (Oh)
I stayed up all night for you (I stayed up all night) (Oh)
Girl, girl, what about me? (What about me, girl? Yeah, what about me, girl?)
I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life)
Now you run around with him, and him, and him
How you do that? (How, girl?)
How you act like I never held you every night?
And now you never call back, please (Please)
Girl, girl, what about me? Me? (Yeah, what about me?)
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Big Bad Wolf[Intro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne]
I'ma just leave this right here
The greatest mixtape series of all time
Uh-uh-uh-mmmm
Care to debate me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sick shit
I thought so

[Verse]
Keep that shit on Twitter, y'all ain't lit, y'all litter
Keep that shit in your shitter, or eat that shit, don't spit up, rrr!
Keep my bad bitch did up, keep my main bitch put up
Watchin' me do push-ups
She was playin' with herself and I looked up, damn
Your thot need to get her look up, ugh
You're plottin' on me, my foot up, ugh
Your squad ain't hard, that's cushion, ugh
That ain't sauce, that's pudding, ugh
Tunechi 'cross her bosom, damn
Shooting up the jurors, damn
Don't name my pistol, I named the trigger
"Benjamin Button," push him, bam!
Y'all just pussy, get buried together and let 'em play footsie
Y'all just wussy, I got some bullies
Gon' pull up in hoodies and come take a look-see
Better play hooky, I got some hookers hookin' up with politicans
And some athletes, and some college niggas
Send your missus on all kind of missions
I'm the sickest nigga skippin' doctors visits
But my pots is pissy, smokin' hockey sticky
Put a stockin' on my face and hit a lick and
When the shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky
I don't fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Mickey
I don't fuck with cops, that's the piggly-wiggly
Fuck my bitches' friends, and they friendly-friendly
While your bitch is giving me her twenty-twenty
Like she tired of Mickey-D's, Wendy's, Denny's
Like she tired of Macy's, J.C. Penney's
I got bitches gettin' tired of spendin', spend it
If we winning, win it
I know dreamchasers that ain't never dreamt it
So I had to tint it and I had to rim it
And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny
It's the Blood gang, it's the money gang
Red rags to riches, need happy endings
Then it's back to business, and we laugh at sentencing
Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses
Hungry artist or a starving artist
In the kitchen, restaurant, and cafeterias
Don't make a difference if you taste the difference
Better pay the difference to the racketeerers
Now your good luck looking like you cracking mirrors
Now the artificial become sacrificial
That's a body count, where the mathematician?
Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples?
With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle
With a throat deep enough to land a missile
If your nigga miss you and he have opinions
Tell him two cents is only half a nickel
Now we at his villa aiming at his pillows
Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles
And the cash, it triple; flip, kick, jiujitsu
Throwing pool parties, she don't have a swimsuit
Neither of her friends do, I think that's official
Got my neighbor's eyes bigger than The Simpsons
And her man a simper, so I had to pimp her
And she had potential but he lacked credentials
So give me a sec, I'll go at your neck
And send you back lookin' like the Dracula bit you, rrr!
Yeah, cannibalism, going animalistic in a land of civilians
These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons
Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia
When she left her thong, that's paraphernalia
Sound familiar? My plug Sicilian
He the one who told me that sometimes
You gotta leave your la familia behind the millions
Rhyme or reason, I'm the reason
Got their eyes wide, but too blind to see it
With friends like those
It make me text all my enemies and tell 'em I don't need 'em
Hallelujah, power intruders
Bitch walking 'round my house like Hooters
Towel user, power user
Molly mixed with white girl, Molly/Susan
Niggas talking out their bowel movers
Turn their homies into flower choosers
Turn your kids into father choosers
Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar
I'm a silent shooter with a silent shooter
Clap at you, if you don't die, I'll boo you
Tell a doc that's tryna save your life
And running wires through you, he could die next to ya, rrr!
I'ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter
Let her partner shoot it
We put out the movie, win awards
She got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty
Niggas prostituting
These rappers ain't talkin' 'bout shit, not even 'bout pollution
Ain't got a house to live in, ain't got a pool to swim in
Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it
En route to Houston with the contribution
Full of Monster juices, Mazda too slow
Macho, Cujo, macho mucho
Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow, rrr!
I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the coupe, ho, and I know that you know
I'm hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl
I'm out of my loophole, you out of the loop though
Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pockets is sumo
Getting the mula by the minuto
Mafia Nouveau, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo
Fuck with me, I go Lollapaloo-zo
Pull up, trigger finger, holler, and pull-o
Pow-pow-pow, sound like a symphony
Or opera, two-door, hitting some new notes
And I am the maestro, and you just a typo
Private flight, don't fly in too low
I'm wiser than you know, a private school flow
I got me a new ho, and now it's a duo
One went to college and one went to JuCo
I had to ask 'em, "What's four plus two, though?" Rrr!
[Outro]
My ultimate basketball dream team
The starting five would most likely be umm
Of course I'ma have to start with Kobe Bryant, umm
This gone take a minute, umm, Chris Paul
Uhh, Shaquille O'Neal, LeBron James
And umm, oh you know I'm gon say Steph Curry, hehe, Steph Curry
You already know that's my starting five, I got money on them
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Something You Forgot[Hook]
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
An't making it through to your heart
I hope you hear me

[Verse 1]
Pain! Since I've lost you, I'm lost too
Nigga feelin' like he at the bottom like a horseshoe
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 fucked up
I know I fucked up, I admit I fucked up
But everybody fuck up, now this other nigga lucked up
Tell him me and my clique don't give a fuck
'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!
[Hook]
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 you're well on your way to the top
Keep doin' your thing
But there is something that you forgot

[Verse 2]
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 my life
See, this is just a nightmare, so I blink twice
Open up my eyes hopin' she be in my sight
I remember the time, I wish I could bring it back
What she mean to me is what I mean to rap
[Hook]
You've been hiding (Y'know)
Never letting it show
Always trying (I see you hidin', it mama)
To keep it under control (But I know you know)
You got it down (I know you do)
And you're well on your way to the top
But I wish you and yours nothin' but happiness, shawty
[Verse 3]
But I hope you haven't forgot about me—
Up in the living room, watchin' SportsCenter
You were cookin' dinner, I was such a sinner
But the Lord is a forgiver; you know, they say if you pray
Then you can get your blessings ordered and delivered
And your boyfriend is not like me
Ma, you even went and got a teardrop like me
I remember we would sit at home all day
You called me "butter," I called you "babe"
My momma asked about you, my partners did too
I know your daughter will be so amazing like you
And I know you probably wish you never met me
And I just wish you never forget me, and let me say:
Please don't worry 'bout the women I have been with
No engagement can amount to your friendship
And I hope that nigga know he got a queen
And all I can do is dream, damn!

[Hook]
I've been lonely, I've been waiting for you
I'm pretending, and that's all I can do
The love I'm sending
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No Lie Remix[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1]
I am sippin' on that lean, don't bring me no bottles, ho
I make it rain so hard, flowers grow, Hollygrove
Four baby mamas, no baby mama drama
Bad bitch at home sleep, I go home and sleep behind her, uh
Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man
I'm sittin' on these motherfuckin' millions like a beanbag
Fuck you, don't judge me, drug me then love me
Eat me some pussy when I got the munchies
I'm tripping, tell Pippen to beam me up, Scotty
Got pounds of that kush watch me go on a diet
That's no lie, I'm so hot, you pussy ass niggas Massengill
I got them yellow Xanax, I slipped on a banana peel
Trukfit T-shirt, blunt dipped in syrup
Pass that weed around like some fuckin' hors d'oeuvres
Man I'm shit faced and your bitch facin', she high too, fuckin' right
My number one F-A-N, you know what that mean, Fuck All Night, uh

[Break]
Yeah, I'ma let that breathe
Let that breathe
[Verse 2]
Uh, nigga I fucked that bitch that's with ya
And she send me naked pictures
If I was you I wouldn't kiss her, you know why?
You know why, yeah, uh, now all my bad bitches say word
You ain't never jocked no nigga, you ain't never sweat no nigga
Yeah, you don't want none of these niggas
Bitch, I ain't one of these niggas, ho
I be doin' my own thing, red bone with a tongue-ring
We get home and she go straight for that head, gun range
Fuck your feelings I'm feelin' me, you want real? That's real as me
Mask on, trick-or-treat, my sign say "Dick for free"
All my homies ride or die, all my bitches ride or die
I look her pussy eye-to-eye then suck that motherfucker dry

[Outro]
Yes Lord
Yeah and she say, "Yes Lord"
Yeah, Dedication 4, ho
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Up Up and Away[Intro]
Up up and away
Up up and away
Up, up up and away
Up, yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm about to go, up up and away
Dick in your mouth, fuck what you say
You sweet as pie, a muffin or cake
Dick in her mouth, I'm fuckin' her face
Live for the night, sleep in the day
Get high as fuck, sleep it away
I am a dog, you sheep in the gate
Pussy, mmm, how sweet is the taste
Gun to your head, what you keep in the safe?
Weezy, bitch, I'm deeper than space
Floating away like a leaf on the lake
I'm gone, like delete and erase
Talk that shit, I walk that shit
Pills, weed, all that shit
If the bitch is bad, I'mma call that bitch
Get pussy, ass, all that shit
Umh, what they talking about?
I go hard, they soft as a couch
I'm running 'em in and walking 'em out
Cars so cold I parked in the house
Flows so raw, this beat is pregnant
Flow so tight, it's yeast infected
Kill 'em all when they least expect it
Money tall, Lisa Leslie
YMCMB connection
Rappers is what I eat for breakfast
Woman up in my sheets is sexy
If she ain't fucking, she can exit
Gun tucked in the waist, I'll bust in ya face
I ain't got nothing to say, but up up and away
[Hook]
Up up and away, up up and away
Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days
Up up and away, up up and away
Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days

[Interlude]
Weezy (Yeah) Where ya going? (Up)
You're going a little bit too far

[Verse 2]
Ain't this a bitch
I just saw my bitch kiss a bitch
You're lucky I don't kill your ass
But you can still get pistol whipped
Sharper than a pencil tip
Bitch don't even fix your lip
40 cal' with the extended clip
Ain't gon' be no incident
Skinny jeans, red Vans
Skully on, money long
Her mouth is like my house
So I guess you can say I'm coming home
You're wyling out then we're riding out
Now your hiding out, honeycomb
I'm laughing to the bank
Like I just broke my fucking funny bone
What's really good five?
I'm over here smoking that really good fire
Eyes so low I look blind
But the stove on my waist cook fine
I be with niggas that took lives
And niggas that'll take it outside
And niggas that'll take it to your crib
Take the baby out the crib and rape the housewives
I'm gon' get so wasted
They gon' have to carry me out this bitch
I took over this rap shit
These rappers are just my hostages
Let's cut to the chase, my bitch no habla ingles
But I ain't got nothing to say, but up up and away
[Hook]
Up up and away, up up and away
Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days
Up up and away, up up and away
Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days

[Interlude]
Weezy (Yeah) Where you going? (Ha)
You're going a little bit too far (Up up and away)
Up up and away (Up up and away)
Up up and away (Up up and away)
Up up and away

[Verse 3]
Fuck with a nigga, if you fuck with a nigga
Fuck with me, good luck to the nigga
Straps on deck, so fuck that nigga
Leave you looking like lightning struck that nigga
Racks on deck, I'm rich as shit
I'm calling my bitch the shit
Walking around on my fuck it shit
I done did everything on my bucket list
Fuck that shit, I'm Superbad
I don't give a Hoover damn
Man, I son all these niggas
They should have a stupid tan
Ha, President Carter, vote for Lil Wayne
Sit your five dollar ass down 'fore I make change
I'm pumping your brakes, I'm jumping the gates
And I ain't got nothing to say, but up up and away
[Interlude]
Weezy, where you going?
You're going a little bit too far
(Up up and away)

[Outro]
Up up and away (Up up and away)
Up up and away (Up up and away)
Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days
Come here, I might need you
You're gonna have to tickle me or something
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XO Tour Life[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah...  Sick shit
I been walkin' on this water, bone dry, hard times
R.I.P. baby, my phone died, but don't cry
Heaven's gates was closed, I went to Hell, there was a long line
Two hoes in the bed, it's hard to wake up on the wrong side

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Few bumps in the road, a little bump and grind I don't mind
Please know, for your fuckin' piggy bank you could get hog tied
Two Ninas on me, you fuck with me, them girls goin' wild
Guilty conscience pimpin', make my ho sit through the whole trial
I been walkin' on this fuckin' water for a long time
Molly water got me transformin' like I'm Voltron
Smokin' so much weed, I might just fuck around and hug a tree
A tree without a bird 'cause I deserve every fuckin' leaf

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
1, 2, 3; triple-OG
At the T-O-P smokin' P-O-T
From a D-O-G to the G-O-D
Got OCD and not your CD
Hit her with the D-O-P-E D
That's Dope Dick Tunechi, DDT
You could D-I-E for a F-E-E
I'll D-I-E for my S-E-T
I told my son that "Whatever the sun touch is yours, little nigga"
I told my daughter, "Don't give up your love to a poor little nigga"
I told my bitch if she cheat then she making a poor decision
I told that bitch if she leave then she leavin' the solar system
But hoes don't listen
But I'm on the road to riches, and she can't ignore the engine
I bought myself a medallion that cost an Azure, my nigga
I don't know, guess I was bored, my nigga
Tell foreign hoes "I'm El Señor", my nigga
To the Moon like Warren, nigga
He ain't the plug unless he foreign, nigga
It ain't a car unless it's foreign, nigga
And a R plus another R, my nigga
But I used to want a Ford Explorer, nigga
Had to move the trap house to Florida, nigga
Had to move The Carter by the water, nigga
But I'm still too scared to get in the water, nigga
'Bout to throw another pool party, nigga
I told a op that wherever this gun point is holes, lil nigga
Stayin' on my feet, no tappin' on my toes, like Moses, nigga
I told the cops that my car is too fast to pull over, nigga
Cool as fuck, keepin' my cool before my composure, nigga
That's poker, nigga
Playin' the cards I was dealt, and that shit almost broke a nigga
But I could be broker, nigga
But I’m watching Oprah, nigga
In my white house layin' on my sofa, keepin' it soulful, nigga
I'm a young mogul, nigga
I'm a young Hova, nigga
My office is oval, nigga
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I step out that bitch like, "What's happenin'?"
Me and that little bitch I was nappin' in
Time to run with no rubber, I'm gamblin'
Just call me the rapper, I'm Chancin' it
Got a sassy bitch, told her "I'm daddy, bitch"
Do it look like I'm playin'? Kaepernick
Niggas don't know a star from an asterisk
This that new coffin, new casket shit
My killers killin' on purpose by accident
And you passed that shit like a laxative
Ain't where or why you trap, it's who you trappin' with
For me it's about who I travel with
Never about the bitch that I be snappin' on
It's the one that the picture just snapped me with
That's 'cause I'm the shit, and all of my shit be maggot less
E

[Verse 4: Baby E]
Yeah, uh-huh, said, yeah
This that Baby E and Wayne shit
We just landed in a spaceship
So now ain't nobody safe, bitch
It's Dedication number 6, bitch
Got a hundred in the safe, bitch
I been fuckin' on a gay bitch
Fuck your set and what you claim, bitch
It's Young Mula to the grave, bitch
I'm still finessin', and I'm still progressin'
This is tick, tick-tick, I'ma blow up any second, yeah
We the bestest, ain't no fuckin' question
It's six, six-six, 'til it's Dedication 7
Fully loaded, money is the motive
All my bros is Gs, take a guess at what the code is
Pour a four in, fuck it pour some more in
Rest In Peace Lil Peep, we already miss you homie
[Outro: Baby E]
I don't really care if you cry
On the real, you should've never lied
Should've saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said "I am not afraid to die"
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
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Curtains[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I ain't nervous
I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah, nah
And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas
And that pussy shit they doin'
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish
My nigga Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, nah, hahah
Okay I swear to God I ain't nervous
I swear to God I ain't nervous
I say, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, for certain
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't workin
Just want some mouth and lip service
And I got all my niggas in that truck like an Excursion

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay I'm straight at you, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid
For them dead presidents, we will start digging graves
I swear my momma trust my work
So I give these hoes that work
They say the best things in life are free
That's why it cost for you to get murked
And my pants sagging like fuck it - I'm still on my business
Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned green
Mane my niggas got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds
Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they worthless
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh
I said I swear to God I ain't nervous
I don't know, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And that pussy don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't working
I like em long haired and curvy
And if niggas think it's a game
I'll leave they brains on their jerseys

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
She say she love me, that's the molly talking
She about to blow me, like a signing bonus
She got a nigga but he ain't me bitch
I'm the original gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, fuck your honor
And her birthday suit is her pajamas
She say, I didn't know your dick was a recliner
I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam like Yolonda
Young Money Cash Money, Obama
It's fuck the world, no condom
If he twisted, I'll unwind him
And this pistol came with a silence
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
But I swear to God he heard it, yeah
And I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah
I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh
Bitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service
She gone ride this dick like the Kentucky Derby

[Verse 3: Boo]
On that Pat-ron, I'm swerving, game tight like virgins
I got a bad bitch, she Persian, call her AK when she's squirting
You see the niggas I'm with, that boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face, yo bitch got a place to sit
Yea, I'm wilding off them shroomies
Ain't got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be bougie
Wanna hold hands then watch movies
I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it
Ain't no talking- lets get to it
Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing
Bitch I'll leave that pussy with bruises

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh
I swear to God I ain't nervous
No, you know I swear to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping, my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a missing person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive
I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains
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London Roads[Intro]
Weed and syrup, yeah
(We got London on da Track)

[Verse 1]
All I know is paper, I don't know these hoes
I like mouth in my lap and pussy on my nose
And I'm bringin' home the bacon, it's fryin' on the stove
You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road
Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine
And I swear every day, I'm on my Ariana grind-de
I got that yay, I got that la-di-da-di-da
And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan
Lord, I'm a free man like I come from Amistad
No, I come from Hollygrove, turnin' Os to octagons
I get money while I'm 'sleep, I dream that I'm in Heaven
I dream I saw Lil Beezy and smoked a 'gar with Wessy
All my niggas, rest in peace, and my enemy, rest pleasant
So when my niggas creep, they catch him when he least expect 'em
Mama told me "If you run these streets, run these streets correctly"
Well, feet don't fail me now; I never knew my feet to test me
Lord knows I wear new clothes to the mall
Two hoes on my arm
Fur boots when it's warm
Church shoes to play ball
I'm spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog
Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't hear me
All I love is paper, I don't love these hoes
Boy, that vest won't save you, neither will heroes
Lord, they better hope you save him, better catch the holy ghost
Holy moly, hockey mask like Halloween like OVO
Lord, all I know is strippers, all they know is poles
All they sell is pussy 'cause they been sold they soul
Boy, you go zero to sixty, I go one-and-two-zeros
Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold
Lord, all I know is paper, big fat money rolls
Look at how big my safe is, that bitch got double doors
I was runnin' outta patience 'til I heard "All aboard"
They mad 'cause I be skatin' at home on marble floors
Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway
I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake
Goddamn, a pint of lean almost 5K
I be spendin' 25K every 5 days
I sent my girl on a spa day
'Cause Hood just came with them chickens
I don't want you in the house, bae
Plus we need the kitchen
Lord, trap house in abundance
We got trap houses in London, y'all don't hear me
[Interlude]
(We got London on da Track)

[Verse 2]
Hol' up, had to switch the flow up
Had to pour up, roll some more up
Watch me go up, my doors go up
When I show up, why you show up?
Pick my bro up, pick a O up
Hit the store up, get a soda
Get us four cups, split a four up
Then we slow up, yeah, you know us
Then we toast cups and we post up
Don't approach us, we got toasters
That's my slime, like we ghostbust
And we both bust, give no fucks
Take no stuff and take your stuff
Then ho hunt for some chocha
I know a ho who'll rock the boat
But I row her, I'm Noah, Lord
I remember when I was no one, Lord
When I couldn't find jack in no one's cards
Ms. Cita, I remember goin' in your gun drawer
Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimeters
Oh Lord, I remember dyin' on her room floor
And wakin' up in some police's arms, he died recent
So I hope Heaven made more room for him, and I hope he see me
'Cause if he didn't save that lil boy, there'd be no Weezy
Oh Lord56EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hustler Musik[Intro]
Hit me
Right in the sternum this time, T-Baby
Shit, you already know, you already know, you already know
Damn
Shit, this that hustler music
Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music
So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn

[Verse 1]
Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one
I'ma paint the city red with this one
I'm ahead with this one
See, you fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas
No assistance just that persistence with that commitment if
I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight
I know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne
And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song
See, I be ridin', just ridin' alone
With my daddy on my mind like, "You gotta be kidding"
How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king
Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me
That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'
So I be who I be, that's me
That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'
[Chorus]
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin'
So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?
I'm takin' these chances
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
Then I won't budge, won't budge
No, I won't budge, no, Lord

[Verse 2]
Money is the motivation, facing the avenue
Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun
Gotta run when I hear the bird call (Brr), damn (Brr)
Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off
You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (Ah-ah)
Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (For sure, nigga, get you, you heard?)
Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked in
I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in
Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof
Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth
I'm like, "What it do? What it do?"
There's a full court pressure, I'm just goin' for the two
If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second
Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothin'
I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothin'
I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah
[Chorus]
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin'
So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?
I'm takin' these chances
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
Then I won't budge, won't budge
No, I won't budge, no, Lord

[Verse 3]
I ain't never killed nobody, I promise
And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track
And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat
That boy'll lay flat, so flat
That act is what I perform amongst you haters
Got nina in my palm and I'm masturbating
Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you sayin'?
Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in
Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba
Streets reply I look right in a four-seater
You know I be out here right in a four-seater
Top floor of the Four Seasons
Four of them whores
And they all know how to cook it up
And look I got some
And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up
See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up
We ain't on this grind for nothin', now get your hustle up
[Chorus]
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin'
So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?
I'm takin' these chances
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
Then I won't budge, won't budge
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin'
So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?
I'm takin' these chances
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
Then I won't budge, won't budge
No, I won't budge, no, Lord

[Outro]
Man, man, this be that hustler music
Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music, y'all
So ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all
I'm asking y'all, please, please
Young Weezy got that hustler music
Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music
Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it y'all, yeah, yeah, woo
It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy
It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', it's the way it go
I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', it's the way it is
Better guard your kids, guard your face
Better guard your body, we warned the place
We here
Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Moment[Intro]
Turn the music on
They say baby how you do it
Never question greatness, never question greatness
Tell 'em never question greatness
I just do it
I'm so high I feel weightless
All my shooters are courageous, and

[Hook]
Ain't a moment 'til I make it
It ain't a moment 'til I make it
Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery
And see lately
All I've been doin' is celebratin'
Don't even know what I'm celebratin'
I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin'
They got niggas catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks
And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it
(Shoot it if I wave it)
Do yourself a favor, save yourself cause I can't save yah

[Verse 1]
Know you see me in that Rolls Royce, glass house, that nigga, hands down
No givin' up, no layin' down, all red, ant pile
My oldest son just turned five, I said "Lil nigga, you a man now"
Ride around with that strap out cause my Rolls Royce, glass house
I just got a text that said "Baby I just cashed out"
Whack weed get ashed out, put Persian rugs in the crack house
All y'all that lashed out, I'll come see what that's 'bout
But you don't need to call the fireman, to put a mothafuckin' match out
I can't remember my last drought, all my niggas' smashmouth
Got pure coke, brand new birds, we get 'em as soon as they hatch, slime
And you know the driveway too big when you ain't gotta back out
Paper chase like cat mouse, my nigga it
[Hook]
Ain't a moment 'till I make it
It ain't a moment 'till I make it
Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery
And see lately
All I've been doin' is celebratin'
Don't even know what I'm celebratin'
I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin'
They got niggas catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks
And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it
Do yourself a favor, save yourself cause I can't save yah

[Verse 2]
Know you see me cause my roof all in my trunk
Know he dead when the horn honk
Niggas say they kings, they lyin', boy you talkin' to a card shark
I already made my mark, please don't think I just pop corks
Got these voices in my head screamin', can't believe they're not hoarse
Bitch I've been a beast since cartoon sheets
It's real on the field, I need new cleats, outgrew these
Catch you while you sleep, turn your sheets to maroon sheets
Them choppers turn your homeboys into amputees
And that's not a good look, momma was a chef, but daddy cooked the work
Said "I know it stank but it's good"
Look, we treat them triggers like repeat buttons
Leave it all out there, or leave nothin'
Like the world a crystal ball, I keep rubbin' it
[Hook]
Ain't a moment 'till I make it
It ain't a moment 'till I make it
Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery
And see lately
All I've been doin' is celebratin'
I don't even know what I'm celebratin'
I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin'
They got people catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks
And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it
Do yourself a favor, save yourself cause I can't save yah

[Verse 3]
Can't nobody save yah
New Orleans pride and savior
Nigga this that Carter 5
I feel like, feel like I'm on my final caper
Uh, and I'm about to smoke one, pass out, OG kush, hashed out
She only want alcohol and trees, fuck that, you gotta branch out
I camp out by a rat house, wait 'till he turn the lamp out
Still drownin' in the fuckin' money, y'all niggas look like y'all swam out
In this bitch, gats out in this bitch
She say she can come and help my fat wallet get fit
I told her that's not in this script, I don't see that in the script
I'm smokin', gettin' head, lookin' down tryna read lips
[Hook]
Ain't a moment 'till I make it
It ain't a moment 'till I make it
Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery
And see lately
All I've been doin' is celebratin'
Don't even know what I'm celebratin'
I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin'
Niggas I had you catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks
And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it
(Shoot it if I wave it)
I tell myself

Ain't a moment 'till I make it
It ain't a moment 'till I make it
Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery
And see lately
All I've been doin' is celebratin'
Don't even know what I'm celebratin'
I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin'154EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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So Special[Intro: John Legend]
Oohh, ooh
So special, you're so special
So special, you're so special
Oohh, ooh
So special, you're so special
So special, you're so special

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, boy shorts, wife beater
Now let me see it, I'm a sightseer
She was sleeping on me, but she's a light sleeper
I make her cum first, then I follow the leader
I talk shit, I hope it matters
We climax, without the ladder
Can't desert the future, no Nevada
Her body is a weapon, ratatat her
I spent the night in heaven, I slept with an angel
And when we finish, I swear that pussy said thank you
I said, "You're Very Welcome" I'm so well mannered
And I go down south, Louisiana

[Chorus: John Legend]
Baby won't you spend the night
Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side
(So special, so special,so special, so special)
And if you promise me tonight, Yeah
Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl
(So special, so special,so special, so special)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Then we take a shower together, and wash each others back
And if she kick it off, I'ma run it back
And then she say my name, like I forgot it
She crazy about that dick, Lorena Bobbitt
Love be the pilot, but it's kamikaze
Yeah, body language, girl let's talk about it
Freedom of speech, Weezy a beast
Open her up like a book, read it and weep

[Chorus: John Legend]
Baby won't you spend the night, uh
Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side
(So special, so special,so special, so special)
And if you promise me tonight, Yeah
Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl
(So special, so special,so special, so special)
So special

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, thinking bout you girl got my mind on E
You know them other niggas ain't me
Girl I got that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya
Just sit on my grill, that's that tailgate for ya
I, put it together, common denominator
I tear it up like loose leaf paper
I got drinks on chill, my bedroom huge
I knock her lights out, I blow her fuse
See we don't even fuck no more, we make love
And now shes on the tip of my tongue, my taste buds
Cause she my honey bee, yeah, buzz buzz
And now I'm itching and scratching, that's that love bug
[Chorus: John Legend]
Baby won't you spend the night
Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side
(So special, so special,so special, so special)
And if you promise me tonight, Yeah
Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl
(So special, so special,so special, so special)

(Girl I got that 12 play for ya)
(So special girl, so special to me)13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Famous[Chorus: Reginae Carter]
Welcome to your name in lights
All the lighters in the sky (Yeah)
You must be famous
This is how you live your life, different city every night (Yeah)
You must be famous, famous

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'ma be on the TV, mama, Pac voice
People point at me, say, "Oh my God"
They got a point
Tried to blow my nose and blew my mind
It's mind-blowing
And gold diggers dig until they find oil
And I'm sittin' here reading what was written 'bout what I do, what I didn't
I ruined relationships before my image, but
All I ever wanted was everybody's attention
'Cause most people are nobody 'til somebody kill 'em
Probably thought that my career be short and sweet
Wishin' I was in your shoes, I'd take them off and find a beach
And superstars don't sparkle, we high-beam
And you can't spell fame, without me
And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet
Like, "Thank God, fuck fame, and thank me"
'Cause superstars don't sparkle, superstars beam
I was your main man, 'til I went mainstream
I'ma be on the TV, mama
[Chorus: Reginae Carter & Lil Wayne]
Welcome to your name in lights (Woo!)
All the lighters in the sky (I must be famous)
You must be famous (Yeah, oh my God I must be famous)
This is how you live your life (Yeah)
Different city every night (I must be famous)
You must be famous, famous

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Rich and famous, it's better to be rich and famous
Message to my lawyer: "Don't let me make these bitches famous"
You know entertainers, sex, drugs and entertainment get so instantaneous
Simultaneous, miscellaneous, party long and hard
And pray death is quick and painless
Livin' in the spotlight, twist the light bulb when it's blinking
I'm never alone
I got my demons and my angels
Can't talk to myself, 'cause mama said don't talk to strangers
Relatives; ain't seen 'em since the grass been greener
And some people say I changed but they can't hear me jingle
I want Tina and Nancy, I get Nancy and Tina
Never question myself, unless I ask, "Am I dreamin'?"
The fan mail and subpoenas, jail cells to arenas
Car wash to the cleaners, Walmart to Neiman's
They told me time would tell
I told time to kiss my ass
And I heard, "Can you look this way? Can you look this way?"
Flash! I must be famous
[Chorus: Reginae Carter & Lil Wayne]
Welcome to your name in lights (Yeah!)
All the lighters in the sky (You must be famous)
You must be famous (I'ma be on the TV, mama!)
This is how you live your life (Yeah, yeah)
Different city every night (Oh my God, I must be famous)
You must be famous, famous

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
You probably thought that my career, be short and sweet
You wish that I was in your shoes, I'd take them off 'cause life's a beach
And superstars don't sparkle, we shine deep
And you can't spell fame, without me
And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet
Like, "Thank God, fuck fame, and thank me"
'Cause superstars don't twinkle, superstars gleam
I was your main man, 'til I went mainstream
I'ma be on the TV, mama

[Chorus: Reginae Carter & Lil Wayne]
Welcome to your name in lights
All the lighters in the sky (Oh my God, I must be famous)
You must be famous (Oh my God, I must be famous)
This is how you live your life
Different city every night (Oh my God, I must be famous)
You must be famous, famous
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I'ma be on the TV, mama
Kiss my motherfuckin' ass13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Used 2[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes
I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi
I used to walk a thin line, now I'm walking chin high
I used to fuck and get tired, now I fuck her ten times
She used to make me dick rise, now she make me ribeyes
She used to make me six-nine, now she make her friend try
She used to make me love her, now she make me realize
It's money over bitches 'till the day I dizz-ie
Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side
I feel like Ivan Drago, if he dies, he dies

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Find out where he reside and find out where he hide
Run up in that bitch like, "Hey," pop-pop-pop, peace sign
Percocet, promethazine, you can call me P-Rod
Taking shots at my team, you must be getting senile
You goin' at my slime then you're going at me, slime
Your blood all over the scene, it look like red cheap wine
I'm smoking on a key lime, you look like tea time
Look like honey to my beehive, I close your sweet eyes
Shoot ya in ya head, give ya ass three eyes
And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5
I remember you, I was never into you
I tell my shooters, shoot you and whoever resemble you
And every member who had been a friend of you or kin to you
They in it too, and bitches too, they mention you, they dentures loose
Run up in a nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth
Safe code now nigga, cough it up or spit it out
Oh my God I'm flipping out, flipping out then dipping out
I tried to turn the fuckin' page, oh my God, I ripped it out
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes
I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi
Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side
I feel like Ivan Drago, lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth
But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I used to know you niggas, I don't know you niggas
I just ignore you niggas, I don't bro you niggas
With my bros will smoke you niggas, like we grow you niggas
Kill your ho too nigga, and your go-to niggas
I've been riding 'round the city with the safety off
Glock nine and it's pretty like a baby doll
You niggas bitches and it's pissing all the ladies off
My finger sitting on the trigger like a La-Z-Boy
If there was beef, I'm in the kitchen with the apron on
Put his words on the plate, that nigga ate 'em all
And I ain't wit' the talking, but damn now he talking
Nigga spilled the beans, damn, now it's coffee
Looking for your pussy ass like I got a warrant
I throw on the ski mask, that's a private party
Bullets jumping off your ass like they shock absorbant
Rock your bells, LL, nigga locked and loaded
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes
I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi
Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side
I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
Yeah run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth
But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?
I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes
Used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi
Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side
I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth
But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Mulah, baby
And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5

[Skit: Jacida Carter]
I still don't know today
Was he playing with the gun or was it an accident
I still... I just don't.... I.... I be wanting to ask him but I never asked him after all these years
Was that a accident or did he... or was he playing with the gun
So I never really found out about what...
You know what happ-... what really happened with him and that shooting6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Rollin[Intro]
G5 sitting on the runway
Big-ass chopper, call that bitch "Beyoncé"
This for my dogs locked down all day
Money, power, respect: three the hard way
I put some real niggas on their feet, boy
So they'll kill anyone for me, boy
Yeah, YMCMB, boy
Young Tunechi, fresh to death, Rest In Peace, boy

[Verse]
My gat bang, your hat hang, I ride off with Mack Maine
I drink Patron straight, you niggas keep that champagne
My Pa is the Birdman, I'm rich as a white man
I come to your show and kill you and your hypeman
We rollin', let's roll out, my bitches don't hold out
They got Marley G, I gotta bond my lil bro out
Let my dreads grow out, my bitch got a blow out
Mi casa, su casa: my house is a ho house
Only fuck with real niggas, Polo, fuck that Hilfiger
Yeah I'm on a pill, nigga, feed you to my lil niggas
Shout out to my big homies, Fee-Fee and T-Streets
Scope on that AK, make me take a sneak peek
T, roll another one, razor blade under tongue
You ain't never seen this watch, nigga, this a one of one
You niggas is Honey Bun, your girlfriend a ton of fun
Chopper with a drum, motherfucker, give the drummer some
Blunt fat like my blunt a thumb, suck a nigga dick or somethin'
Pop that pussy for me, then wild out and give my niggas some
I'ma do my thing, I put that on Nicki Minaj
I need a bad redbone to come give my dick a massage
I'm talking big money, I'm talking heavyweight
I cut down on the syrup, now I'm in better shape
I'm from New Orleans, nigga, where you ain't never safe
You fuck with me, I drop you off in front of Heaven gates
Okay, jump off a building, jump out a window
Smoke like a junkie and fuck like a nympho
Drink like a goldfish, that's right, you know this
Hold up; Click-clack! Okay, I'm reloaded
Fuck with Lil Tunechi, I'm good, I'm Gucci
Wild as Ryu, I hit you with that "Hadouken"
My money too long, nigga, my weed too strong, nigga
Fuck everybody, I'm in my own zone, nigga
[Outro]
And every time you see me I'm wet, and I'm rolling
Tunechi, Rest In Peace, fresh to death and I'm rolling
'Bout to fuck a bitch I just met 'cause she rolling
Nigga, we rolling, nigga, I'm rolling
Gotta keep a towel, I'ma sweat 'cause I'm rolling
Goin' at a bitch nigga's neck 'cause I'm rolling
Damn, ma, I ain't come yet 'cause I'm rolling
Bitch, I'm rolling

[Outro]
Young Mula, baby
Sorry for the wait26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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YM Wasted[Intro]
Ha...
Take it, FATBOI
No Ceilings
Ugh

[Verse]
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
President, got 'em in the White House naked
Looked at the clock and it say, "Right now"
Get a pound, break it down, blow it like trial
Panatela Dutchie, wine in my tall glass
Young Money, baby, big shit, like a horse ass
Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back
Bugatti, matte black—"Where they do that at?"
South Beach Miami, ho, I'm probably with Tammy To'
My life is a video and the women want they cameo
I just want them pantyhose, and I’m higher than Ger-an-imo
And I got them tools, tell them boys it could get mechanical
Now, pop that pussy like a four-four
I turn you 'round and bend you over like a low blow
It’s Young Money, baby, we the fucking greatest
We done put them other niggas on a hiatus
Beat your bitch with the pump if she deny data
'Cause I’ll serve anyone like a blind waiter
I make my girl cum first; then, I arrive later
I shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator, haha!
G—Getting money like, "Hell yeah"
This shit so good, it don’t even smell bad
And you can tell Dad that I’m a motherfucker
You niggas bet' not slip—Ice Road Truckers
Light-pole barrel, chopper stupid-long
New Orleans nigga, I get super-dome
Loyal to the game, the game been good to me
Still spitting fire, you niggas wood to me, ha!
We on, nigga; let—let them hoes know
Young Money lay 'em down like old folks
You coming with it? We coming for it
Plenty to go around—now, watch the money orbit
Real shit, people; now, just absorb it
I tried to pay attention, but y'all mad boring
And I got so much swag, I need an ad for it
And I don’t like to brag, so my bitches brag for me
Oh, she a good girl? I got her transforming
She give me hot head, I call it "global warming"
If we gon' do it, dog, let's do it now
I—I—I am more animal than the zoo allow
Put me in the wild, I’ll be there for a while
You niggas Little League, call 'em Curaçao
Energizer money: it keep going
I’m laid up, I’m free-throwing
Who rebounding? Who gives a shit?
Fuck that, I got 27 years of this
Hit or miss, I hit your missus
You are local news; I’m 60 Minutes
I—I hit the target, I hit the witness
I work out in my office—guess I’m fit for business
Too many visions, completed missions
Still icing out crosses—keep it Christian
We consistent, the streets commend it
Weezy F. Baby, the "F" is for "Forensics"
From start to finish, Usain Wayne
OK, you doing your thing? Well, things change
You plain-Jane, I’m diverse
I save the world second, and I get high first
I’m a mind freak, check my time sheet
Bitch, I bring the noise where the lions sleep
Your flow never wet, like Grandma pussy
I’m always good, like Grandma cookies
Yeah, call me the spleen or the spine fixer
It's going down like the Catalina Wine Mixer
She going down like the hands on my time-ticker
I’m always strapped—Vietnam, nigga
We are fine, nigga, like Amber Rose
We ball, nigga, like Jalen Rose
Better tell them hoes, I got a million flows
Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes
Young Money, baby, and the building grows
As we look up—where did the ceilings go?
[Outro]
Hahaha
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I’m Me[Intro]
The hottest under the sun (who dat?)
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dream, somebody gon' die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin'
Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang

[Verse 1]
Un-fucking-believable! Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch; call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money 'til the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him—bury him?
I know one day they got to bury him
Better lock my casket tight, baby, so I don't let the Devil in
People, it's just me and my guitar
Yeah, bitch, I'm heavy metallin'
You can get the fuckin' Led Zeppelin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court and take your life for a settlement
Yes, I am the best—and no, I ain't positive, I'm definite
I know the game like I'm reffin' it
This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the New Testament
And I'm the God, and this is what I bless 'em with
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you?
You're not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
Yeah, Junior

[Verse 2]
It's Cash Money over everythang
It's in my blood, I feel it runnin' in every vein
I'm from the mud, I am a missile like a Scud
What's really good, I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd
And I stayed on my flo' at Cash Money, like a rug
Tied to the fuckin' Birdman like a lug
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million-heir to the throne
Goin' at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses
And I will take a dasher as the Lord is my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you?
You're not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm still a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, bitch

[Verse 3]
Last year they had the Grammy's and left me in Miami
Sleepin' on a nigga like I'm rappin' in my jammies
I'm rappin' when you sleep
I was rappin' when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, book 'em, Danny
I'm a monster, I tell you, Monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the House of Pain
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain
Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's paint—let's go!
Niggas don't wanna see me ‘cause I'm better in bold
The only time I will depend is when I'm 70 years old
That's when I can't hold my shit within, so I shit on myself
‘Cause I'm so sick and tired of shittin' on everybody else
I try to tell you like I'm sayin' somethin'
I'm from the Dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff
And now nothin' gonna stop me, so just envy it
Hey, I'll accept a friendly quit, ha ha
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, bitch I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you?
Fuck you , you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, bitch!
[Outro]
The hottest under the sun (who dat?)
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
(Who dat?) Somebody gon die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin'
Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Marvin’s Room[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Dana texted me and said she wanted to see me
Then sent a picture of her in the mirror
No clothes on, of course and she want that dope dick
Hello, world, I'm the dope dealer
I love it when she talk crazy
That dick make her walk crazy
That last time was awesome
All the lines, we crossed them
I ain't a killer but don't push me
I OJ Simpsoned that pussy
Yeah, that's the shit
Pussy taste so good, make you smack your lips
I don't know about you, but I'm a beast with mine
She said she waiting for the Carter 69
I told her "Sorry 4 The Wait"
I value her time like an Audemars-Piguet
And we gonna stay current like the water in the lake
Yeah, we gon' fuck around like we fucking in a circle
Pardon the slur, that's the purple
It feels so real like it's virtual
Any kind of position, she's versatile
And she take it every way except personal
Yeah that's my bitch
Pussy wetter than a wishing well, I wish
I was in it right now instead of making this song
Hut one, hut two, I run it in the end zone
Don't trip when I say I can't see ya
And she say she working on her career
Smoke got our eyes looking like we from Korea
We floating but I'mma rock the boat like Aaliyah
RIP, shorty got me
Shorty knows I fucks with her, hardbody
Shorty fine by me, Spend some time by me
It's a jungle out there, come and climb my tree
I know what's on your mind, fine
We can do whatever that is
She tell me that it's mine, I said, "Fine"
Shit, I was taught to live and let live
So live it up baby, giddy-up baby
It's your world, ain't trying to interrupt
But maybe we moving too fast
But fuck it, let's crash
One day we gonna have to leave our love in the past
But for now I feel lovely, I feel great
I slide in: safe
Yeah, yeah, all that good shit
No, I ain't a player, I just play it by the bullshit
And I know what I'm doing, she loves how I do it
She throw that ass back and she never over-do it
She call me "baby" and I call her "bae"
Sorry for the wait, Carter 4 on the way!
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B.B. King Freestyle[Verse 1: Drake]
Ayy, the blues is now kickin', and dinner is three Michelin
I don't eat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin'
Know that I need discipline
I keep singin' for all these hoes, they keep listenin'
Niggas love to bro up with the boy and dap fists-es
But we are not equivalent, dawg
I been an only child, don't need siblings
And I'm past them like the times that he's livin' in, okay
Man, if you saw what I flew here, you'd be like, "He's sickenin'"
If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' it
Classics, I keep scribblin', lights in the Universal building just keep flickerin'
Money just keep comin' in, you would think I'm Irish the way that it stays doublin'
I could feed a country with the tax that I pay governments
Whatеver they're doin' with my cash is vеry troublin'
Okay, February came around, I used to get paid shovelin'
Sold clothes, walked dogs, trust me, I stay hustlin'
When it came to school, there's no way that I'm A-plus-in' it
So I just dropped out of it, trust me, I'm not proud of it
Niggas get too comfy in they spot, they get knocked out of it
Niggas get a gun just so they can make props out of it
Shawty make a scene in the house, she get locked out of it
Yeah, you not 'bout to be chillin' in this bitch with kicked feet up
I'ma make you bounce out this ho like Big Freedia
Pete O. used to throw a purple tint on a two-liter
First private plane I ever rode was a eight-seater
Before that, I got the bedroom hot with a space heater
On top of that, I didn't have shit to my name either, that's real
But now I'm givin' house tours 'til it's back to world tours
Play that "Mask Off" when they find the real cure
I might not be good for her, but I'm real to her
Got no time for her, but give Richard Mille to her
That's the only way I know how to express love
My dawgs love sticks and drums like they Questlove
All them jokes about Aubrey, they got me messed up, for real
I come with a lot of complications inside me
It's always people misleadin' me that are tryna guide me
Everyone wants to try me, but no one wants to buy me
Everyone wants to meet me, but no one wants to keep me
Everyone talkin' lemons when everything is peachy
Everyone got they hands out, and it ain't to reach me
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Mhm, yeah, mhm
Everyone got they glass out, let's drink to Weezy
Every nigga that stare me down just came to see me
Choppin' up a lil' cash cow, that's steak I'm eatin'
Check deposits, high-risers with extra closets
The sex platonic, I talk intelligent, text Ebonics
The electronic guitars whinin', that's just Nirvana
Tommy gun on the counter, I call it Mr. Thomas
That'll keep niggas honest
I'm dozin' off in the driver seat 'cause the seat give massages
Decimal point money, these numbers too steep for commas
I'm eye to eye with niggas, I can't help but to see beyond 'em
Got a two-seater problem
Niggas thinkin' they cold, I knock the flu-season out 'em
Bitches forget they hoes, and that's when Tunechi remind 'em
I used to fuck Gucci models, I'm fuckin' Gucci designers
I keep it too G regardless, I'm gettin' too deep for divers
Let me resurface, I'm flexin' on purpose
She especially curvy, bet she be servin' every purpose, perfect
I'm better than perfect, I'm sick, I need to see a medical person
Eatin' all of these rappers with these edible verses
All I gotta be is all that I can possibly
She really, really into me, then suck it all up out of me
I'm proud of me, I don't know how to be sorry, apologies
You fuckin' with my math, you better know some trigonometry
'Cause I'ma be bustin', leave your lima bean at your mama feet
I flip the economy like Dominique Dawes
They say I'm trippin', I guess they wishin' I finally fall
I don't need war, I need a bitch that know I'ma need yours
I'ma need more, niggas is shifty like Honda Accords
Fire alarm, ain't got no ceilings, we climbin' the walls
Higher than yours, I fuck your bitch and she die in my arms
Lion has roared, No Ceilings 3 with my mind on the fourth
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Bill Gates[Verse 1]
Skinny ass pants, fresh pair of Vans
If them niggas keep tripping they can share an ambulance
Throw up blood with my hands
My gang popping niggas
Smoke that Kiesha, not that Reggie
For you name dropping niggas
All day I do it, I do it like Tony
Got a sign on my dick that say "Bad Bitches Only"
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go pew
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
Yeah all my niggas nuts and I'm a loose screw
Bitch I get big bucks, pockets on Bruce Bruce
Yeah I talk that shit, bitch I got bread, bitch I got toast
Welcome to The Murder Show — I am the motherfucking host
They call me Weezy F. Baby, yes I do the fucking most
I'm at their throats until they choke
The God has spoke
I need a smoke break
(Smoke break…)

[Hook 1]
Now let it breathe, Tune
It go; all these bitches, and niggas still hating
I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating
Got a list full of problems
I'll tend to them later
Yeah, life is a bitch, but I appreciate her, man
All these bitches and niggas still hating
Yeah I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating
Got a list full of problems
I'll tend to them later
Yeah, life is a bitch, but I appreciate her, man
[Verse 2]
It go; dark-ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fucking bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
Dress like a skater, ride on you like Shaun White
I'm high all day, you can call that shit a long flight
Every night's a long night, every day's a holiday
I don't fuck with squares, now do that mean I'm out of shape?
Yes I talk shit, got to defecate to conversate
Weezy fuck the world, yep I fuck it 'til it ovulate
Get her to the crib, get in that pussy and just dominate
Weezy F. Baby and the 'F' is for fornicate
Polo Ralph Lauren, bitch, that's what my pajamas say
Big tall glass of some shit you can't pronounciate
Boogers in the bezel of my watch with the vomit face
And still I do not give you motherfuckers the time of day
Pistol in your mouth, I can not make out what you trying to say
And if they want a war
Then tell them motherfuckers "Bombs away"

[Hook 2]
Man, all these bitches, and niggas still hating
Man, I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating
Got a list full of problems — I'll tend to 'em later
And life is a bitch, but I appreciate her
Man, all these bitches, and niggas still hating
And I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gateing
Got a list full of problems — I'll tend to 'em later
Man, life is a bitch, but I appreciate her
[Outro]
Let it breathe tune
Just let it breathe tune, yeah
Young, Young Mula, baby
Young Mula, baby
Young, Young Mula, baby
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Sure Thing[Intro]
Ugh!
Twist made me do this
Paw-Paw in here with me, T in here with me
Ugh

[Verse]
Kush in the Swisher, money over bitches
Never kill a woman, unless she a witness
All about my business, survival of the fittest
She let me hide my weed in her titties
Bitch, I got the cash, in a rubberband
I got the Glock, already cocked, boom!
Fucking with a nigga, meet my motherfucking goons
Sorry 4 the Wait, Carter IV coming soon
Light it up, cause I’ma smoker
She tried to deepthroat, I fucked around and choked her
It’s Young Money, motherfucker, game over
Shots leave your body, looking like you doing yoga
And Lord knows I'm a sinner, pain pills for dinner
Bitch, I'm getting money like I got a money printer
Got a chopper and a trimmer, shooting like Jimmer
You coming in that water, boy, you better be a swimmer
I ain't worrying bout y’all, sitting on my Hog
While Miss Anita Baker sing "You Bringing Me Joy"
I came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys
And we all yelled, “Fuck you, bitch!” and kept going
I'm on, and that’s right, baby
I ain't going out this bitch without a fight, baby
One request: please don’t bite, baby
I got some bomb-ass pussy from a white lady
I ain't lying, I’ma shine like a nickel or a diamond
I smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off of my mind
Girl, stop talking that shit
Go'n suck a nigga dick for a new outfit, hahaha
And even if the sky come falling
Bitch, I’ma still be high
I got faith in my weed man
My lil niggas got yay' by the bean bag
Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass
And that red bandana is the team flag
Yeah, all up in your fucking face
Tez pushed the album back; sorry for the wait
[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
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Beat the Shit[Hook]
Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone
And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga
Man, it stink in this bitch
It must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit
So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga
I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
We shit out that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga

[Verse 1: Gunplay]
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
I’m a knuckle-throwin' knucklehead, what that motherfucker said?
Bring that ruckus up in here, throwin' bottles, chuckin' chairs
Got the pretty models duckin', breakin' heels and chippin' nails
Turn around and go right back to breakin' down my cigarillo
Climbin' up a Suga Hill, slidin' down in somethin' new
Spilling Gin and jungle juice, and I got that lumber too
And I brought a fuckin' zoo, tear this shit up and chuck a deuce
This triple C, they Triple L, lames love to lose
A hundred million in my horoscope, 'bout to show you a horror show
Boot you fuckin' head off your collar bone
Them niggas 'cidal bums flinchin' at the sight of arms
Pussy niggas ain't eatin', but we fry the farm
Beat a nigga down 'til he left without a vital sign
[Hook]
Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone
And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga
Man, it stink in this bitch
It must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit
So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga
I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
We shit out that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I run off in your fuckin' shit, damn, now I got shit stains
All these fuckin' tattoos, and I ain't got one bitch name
Got a pocket full of ass-whoopings, I'm givin' 'em out like nicknames
What's up with your fist game? You'll catch a hook, fish hang
Watch me cock the Nina, call that rough sex
Knock your head off, you just a rough neck
And if I'm shootin' at ya, nigga, all net
Ain't no world peace, just Ron Artest
Dick-in-a-booty-ass nigga
Die-quick-in-a-movie-ass nigga
Extra-fruit-in-the-smoothie-ass nigga
Get beat like a drum, music class, nigga, BRRRRR
Life is a gamble, dyin' is your best bet
Got a scope on the pistol, give your ass fresh breath
Give my fist a kiss, nigga
[Hook]
Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone
And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga
Man, it stink in this bitch
It must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit
So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga
I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
We shit out that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
What's really good, nigga? I'm feelin' good, nigga
Rest in peace lil' Wesley Wes
A pussy-ass nigga always kill a good nigga
I'm high as Heaven, I'll pop the reverend and stop the wedding
Got more money than memories in the bank, don't forget it
Clean em up my team is up, I'm high as Scotty, beam me up
They say we all gotta pay the price, fuck it, man, ring me up
Fuckin' right I skate, ho, pussy is my scapegoat
And all these pussy-ass niggas that's hatin', kiss my ass, besos
I'm a genius, take notes, I'll split your egg to the egg yolk
I'll be dead before I be dead broke
Still burn money, my bread toast
Fuck it, if you got it, spend it, nigga
But just keep your two pennies, nigga
Start shit and I'll end it, nigga
Don't open your mouth, I'm a dentist, nigga
Lil' Tunechi... give my fist a kiss, nigga... (SO!)
[Hook]
So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga
I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
We shit out that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga

[Outro]
Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone
I'll bring it to your chest, make you king me like Kong, my nigga
What you drink in this bitch?
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D’usse[Produced by DJ Nasty & Lee Majors]

[Intro]
This motherfucking D’usse got me sweating and shit...
Word to God
Hov, fuck with ya boy
C5

[Verse 1]
Okay nigga, I got 'em, point 'em out and I got 'em
Let 'em get a lil buzz, then we robbing for pollen
We ain't killing no minors, you niggas still in the minors
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows I'ma murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting better with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
I been balling since cornrows, still ducking the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessings on top of sins, resting with topless twins
Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I’m with Slim, wrestling with lobster limbs
Talking  about some M's, it's sounding like gospel hymns
Yes, lord
[Interlude]
We on that D'usse, me and my nigga Euro
Tina turn up in this bitch
We got Lauren in this bitch
Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky
Steph in this bitch
Yah dig?
What’s up Brandon!?
Lego!

[Verse 2]
Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage
The world is mine, I am selfish
I am a shark, fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga, please
Pops treated mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on everything
I'ma give that fucking woman everything, everything
Here we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did Hootie blow?
I don't know, fuck who knows?
I got a redbone with two golds
And she snort too much of that Michael Jackson
That bitch gonna need a new nose
I ain't got time for you hoes
Shit I only have two goals
And that is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm riding 'round the city with the top off the Maybach
Looking for a motherfucking spot we can skate at
Elvis left the building and I take these hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams
I ain't stunting these niggas
Eyes look Chinese, Wayne-chung to these niggas
Wayne-chung bitch!
More than one bitch
This for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dying over dumb shit
You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa?
I might get money, fuck bitches
Kill niggas and smoke weed
I'm married to this real shit
And I'm a wife beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood
That 44 ain't no good
You better bring that chopper
Cause we gonna have them choppers
Yeah I do it for my hood
That 45 ain't no good
You better bring the chopper
Cause we gonna have them choppers, nigga
We gonna have them choppers
We gonna have them choppers
You better bring the chopper
Cause we gonna have them choppers, yeah
We gonna have them choppers
We gonna have them choppers
You better bring the chopper
Cause we gonna have them choppers, nigga
Mula!
[Outro]
My nigga Hood in this bitch
Still on that D'usse
Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother
He just passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse
Threw up on the owner
Owner talkin' about he wanted his money back
He wanted half of the money back
Twist took all the money and left
That's some Young Money shit
Soo Woo to the B gang
Rest in peace Cedar Frogg243EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Romance[Intro/Outro]
I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
I fucked you on your job, and 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

[Verse 1]
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 say Im that nigga
She ain't got a man but act like I'm that nigga
She check my phone, what's that 'bout?
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 twisted 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 Im the one, girl you the one too
I stand up in that pussy like a sunroof
Yeah
[Hook]
I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
I fucked you on your job, and 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

[Verse 2]
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 cannot take the pain, if it ain't a pill
She said fuck these hoes, they just mad
We fucked a ho together, that's romance
If you got cups then I got dranks
I take my rubber off and put that money in the bank
I ain't your friend, fuck that shit
Tryna find another me girl good luck with that shit
Cause

[Hook]
I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
I fucked you on the table, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
And I don't give a fuck but baby I got to, I got to yeah yeah
They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut
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Sh!t[Intro]
I'm so sorry, so sorry... woo
This-this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
And I'm so sorry

[Hook]
Uh
Sorry for the wait, nigga
Glock 40 for them fake niggas
Throw a party every day, nigga
That's an ordinary day, nigga
Bad bitch in mi casa
No mi casa su casa
My choppa go Doom-dada
Dayahyahyahda!

[Verse]
Tunechi, bitch
On my Future shit
I'm too legit
I sleep on a crucifix
I wake up cranky and turn into a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch
Behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip
I need another Uzi clip
I shoot to kill
These pussy niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real
Your head just a souvenir
She wanna get it off her chest
But her boobs too big
I'm bumping Carter 5
On a iPod
My bitch mad as hell cause it ain't out yet
She said "Soon as these niggas hear your new shit
They gon' have to give they styles back"
I said "You too cray"
She said "You too humble"
I said "You too, bae"
She said "You too sweet"
Then I ask her do she go both ways
She say "They do say love is a two-way street"
I say "Oooh"
Talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
Treat that girl like cuisine
She gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum
I'm gon' die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt
Never dirt on my knees
I'm just serving these fiends
Sell birds to the bees
I sell birds to the trees
"Tune, I heard you don't sleep"
I'm allergic to dreams
I don't twerk, but I tweak
For that purple, that pink
Yeah you see what I'm saying
Like you heard what you see
I'm a verbal disease
I'm allergic to me
Been a turd on these streets
Since my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats
I'm just stirring the grease
That bitch you in love with
She working for me
I personally
Get you murdered this week
Like that blunt between my two fingers
I'm at peace
Word
I smirk when I squeeze
Trigger smart, street smart
I'm a nerd, I'm a geek
I'm absurd, I'm unique
Did my time at Cash Money
Time served and released
But this agent ain't free
Word
That's the word on these streets
But that shit is old news
That shit's so yesterweek
I'm just focused
Focused on my expertise
They like "Tunechi, you good?"
I'm like "Bob, yessiree!"
Now don't, I mean don't
Don't question me
Let me breathe
Dog, big dog
I cock back and shoot at ya fleas
Money long – Tree trunk
Now stand under me
Catch these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees
But repeat what you heard
You a dead parakeet
It's Tunechi, bitch
Your bitch Tunechi's bitch
I fuck her on my balcony
We watch the moon eclipse
We do unusual shit
She gonna need lube for this
'Cause I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world
She like the view and shit
From up here everybody look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant
She doing lines like a movie script
But these are true events
Lord
I'll kill a nigga right now
I'll put a nigga lights out
Then put his body in a ice box
With holes in his body like socks
These niggas softer than
These niggas softer than nylon
So keep my name out your mouth
I hope it taste like cayenne
Looking up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my fuckin' self
"You only live twice, slime"
And motherfuck you if you fight crime
I'm from a place with a high crime rate, like Iran
We put your ass on Nightline
I'm on the grass like a python
These niggas looking at me
These niggas looking at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline
But they never tried mine
Spittin' like I'm sippin' cyanide
While my bitch sip a Mai Tai
But she wine fine
And I'm so sorry
She say "Don't be sorry"
Woo
Then she say "Don't apologize for shit
'Cause you the shit
And we know Tha Carter 5 the shit"
Woah
Woo
[Hook]
But this is that Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga
Glock 40 for them fake niggas
Throw a party every day, nigga
That's an ordinary day, nigga
Bad bitch in mi casa
No mi casa su casa
My choppa go Doom-dada
Dayahyahyahda!
Ayy

[Outro]
And I'm so sorry for the wait too
I'm so sorry, so sorry; woo
This-this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
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DontGetIt[Intro: Nina Simone]
Baby, you understand me now
If, sometimes, you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad

[Chorus: Nina Simone]
But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, what’s understood ain’t got to be explained
But you don't understand me, so let me explain
Heh, stood in the heat, the flame
The snow, "Please, slow down, hurricane"
The wind blow, my dreads swang
"He had hair like wool, like Wayne"
Huh, dropping ashes in the Bible
I shake 'em out, and they fall on the rifle
Scary, Hail Mary, no tale-fairy
All real, very extraordinary
Perry Mason, facing the barrel if he tattle
My God is my judge; no gown, no gavel
A hound, a rebel, down to battle
Now or never, or whenever, and the F for...
"Fucking fantastic"—fuck if you agree
I'm bright, but I don't give a fuck if you see me
[Chorus: Nina Simone]
But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
What's understood ain't got to be explained
So for those who understand, meet Dwayne
For eight and a half months, I gave Miss Cita pain
Now it's Young Money, baby—keep the change
My mama say, "Fuck 'em!" And we the same
So hello, motherfucker, you got some sheets to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday?
You know, church fit, then outfit
Bright pink and green chest look house-lit
Bright pinky rings, but that ain't about this—what you 'bout, bitch?
Excuse my French emotion and my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
What are you asking? If I don't have the answer
It's probably on the web, like I'm a damn tarantula
But I know you don't understand
'Cause you thought Lil Wayne was Weezy, but Weezy is Wayne

[Chorus: Nina Simone]
But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
[Spoken: Lil Wayne]

I'm watchin' TV the other day, right? Got this white guy on there talking 'bout Black guys. Talking about how young Black guys are targeted. Targeted by who? America.
You see, one in every one hundred Americans are locked up. One in every nine Black Americans are locked up. And see, what the white guy was trying to stress was that the money that we spend on sending a motherfucker to jail, a young motherfucker to jail, would be less to send his or her young ass to college.
See, and another thing the white guy was stressing was that our jails are populated with drug dealers. You know, crack cocaine? Yeah, stuff like that. Meaning, due to the laws we have on crack cocaine and regular cocaine, the police are... only... I don't want to say only right, but, shit... only logic by riding around in the hood all day, and not in the suburbs, because crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood. And um, you know, the other thing is mostly found—you know where I'm going... But why bring a motherfucker to jail if it's not gonna stand up in court? Because this drug ain't that drug. You know; Level 3, Level 4 drugs, shit like that.

Mhm... I guess it's all a misunderstanding. And um, I sit back and think, well shit, us young motherfuckers, you know, that one in every nine: We probably only selling the crack cocaine just because we in the hood, and it's not like your suburbs. We don't have the things that you have. Why? I really don't want to know the answer. But, I guess we just misunderstood, huh? Yeah.

You know, we don't have room in the jail now for the real motherfuckers, the real criminals, you know: sex offenders, rapists, serial killers, shit like that. Oh, don't get scared, don't get scared. I know you saw one of them sex offender papers! Don't trip, he live right on the end of your block, mhm. Yeah, that nigga live right down the street from you. Sex offender, on the Level 3 drug. Convicted, ex-con, yeah, check him out.

And what you got, you got daughters, son, what you got? Yeah, well you know what? (coughing) Don't stop the track. That's the good weed.

You know what? I have a fucking daughter. You understand me? And why the fuck would you bring my neighbor to jail just because the reason why he live next door to me ain't the reason why I live next door to him? Meaning, he didn't rap his way to my fuckin' neighborhood. He sold crack cocaine to get to my neighborhood. You move him out, bring him to jail for life, and then, you move in a sex offender. Hahaha. Then give me a paper. Haha. Is that a misunderstanding? 'Cause I don't understand it.

Another thing. Let me take my glasses off, 'cause I want to see the reaction on the faces when I say this. Uhh... Mr. Al Sharpton: here's why I don't respect you, and nobody like you.
Mhm, see, you're the type that gets off on gettin' on other people, haha. That's not good, no homo, and rather un-human, I should say. I mean, given the fact that humanity, well, good humanity, rather, to me, is helping one another, no matter your color or race. But this guy, and people like him, they'd rather speculate before they informate, if that's a word, haha. You know, "'spec before check," anyway. Meanin', I'd much rather you talk to me first and see if you can learn an opinion before you make one. Just my thought of good humanity, Mr. Sharpton, haha.

Hold on, I ain't finished wit' you man. Gotta pluck the ashes, mhm, hold on, um...

Mr. Sharpton, and anyone like you: You don't know me. So, if you're not gonna try to, then what you say or think about me, or whatever I do, is totally Casper the Friendly Ghost to me. And, it doesn't make you a good person to criticize before you improvise. Doesn't necessarily make you a bad person neither, but the characteristics fall heavily into bad's way, haha!

But, since I am human, I am good and bad as well. But I try my hardest to stay good. And some of the things I do and say may be bad, or just not too good. But I do try. So with that said, I don't fault you. I mean, you're only human. Good or bad. but I also don't respect you, and I don't care if that's good or bad, haha.
You see, you are no MLK, you are no Jesse Jackson. You are nobody, to me. You're just another Don King... with a perm. Just a little more political. And that just means you're a little un-human than us humans. And now, let me be human, by saying fuck Al Sharpton, and anyone like him.

Fuck if you understand me. I love being misunderstood. Haha, why? 'Cause I live in the suburbs, but I come from the hood. Bring the hook in!

[Chorus: Nina Simone]
But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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IANAHB[Produced by Elew]

[Intro/Piano Solo]
*lighter flick*
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
I'm in the crib butt-naked, bitch
She say my dick could be the next Black president
Americans hate that I'm American
Medicine, I treat it like peppermints
Ugh, I'm in the ocean getting shark pussy
Shoot you in your fucking mouth and make you talk to me
Yeah, sometimes, I need someone to talk to
'Cause I am not a human being—part two!
Getting paid show money for walkthroughs
Letting all these hoes ride my dick: carpool
My bars passed the bar exam, no law school
Cash Money Army, veteran with my war wounds
Ugh, what your man doing?
I pop his motherfucking top like a canned good
And all my niggas that I roll with are hella armed
And last night, I took a transformer
And had a dream that my dick turned to Megatron
But my girl was sleeping with Decepticons
Money talks, man, and mine talk lecture-long
P-U-S-S-Y: my second home
I be grinding on them hoes like a half-pipe
She say, "Tunechi, you the shit; you need your ass wiped"
I say, "Before you gas me up, check the gas price"
Then I make her take this dick like advice, hahaha
She seesaw it, she suck it and enjoy it
I stick it in her ass like some fucking steroids
Jose Canseco, make no mistake
Like a white boy wearing black paint, you're a fake-ass nigga
Brake pads, nigga, wait
You ain't in my weight class, nigga
Looking for the motherfucking man in the mirror
Running this shit like a faucet: Farrah
Barra-cuda, who the fuck you-uh?
I can make your bitch root for me like I grew her
Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure
90 billion bitches on my stick like a skewer, that's swag
I'm a true Blood, bitch, no fangs
Been went pro, now I'm going pro-pane
Tell a bitch, "Get off me!" Bitch, get off me!
I got her over here blowing me like coffee
Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated
And I get head while it's decapitated, haha
Think it's a game? Nigga, come play
I'm with my killer Bs, fuck bug spray
Yeah, Young Money so gangsta
I personally know strangers, it's so strange
But this girl named Dana like to go anal
Shoot him in his head—what's that? A no-brainer
Plain ol' nigga, but a break from the norm
I wear my heart on my sleeve, so don't be breaking my arm
I'd rather wring your fucking neck before I ring the alarm
I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me along with him
I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair
Fuck with me, your ass is grass—get a lawn chair
I was fucking before my dick started growing hair
Bitches sweating me like John Mayer or warm air
Man... Nuts and bananas
You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners?
If you fake, put a egg in your shoe and scramble
No rubber, I just fucked this piano, nigga!
[Outro: Lil Wayne / Piano Outro]
Lew!
Do you!
Whoa!
Turn it up!
Mm!
Yeah!
Hello World!
As I always say...
I...
Am not...
A human being
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Comfortable[Produced by Kanye West]

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah

[Chorus: Babyface & Lil Wayne]
I'm not saying this to shake you up (saying) (Woo)
I'm just saying this to wake you up (saying)
It's all good when we making love
All I ask is don't take our love (That's all I ask, baby)
For granted, 'cause, granted
My love for you is real (Ohh) (Yeah)
And if you don't love me
Somebody else will (Somebody else)
Baby girl don't you, ever, get too, comfortable (Yeah)
(Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, to the left, to the left
If you wanna leave, be my guest, you can step
Feeling irreplaceable, listening to Beyoncé
Well, okay, I put you out on your b-day
Hey, now if you rocking with Weezy
Bedroom in the bank, baby we safe
I got game like EA
But I wanna let you play
And don't I treat you like soufflé?
Don't I look at you like I see a new day?
And don't I do what I do say?
I'm through talking so I'ma let you 'Face
And let 'Ye do 'Ye
[Chorus: Babyface, Lil Wayne, & Both]
I'm not saying this to shake you up (saying)
I'm just saying this to wake you up (saying) (Yeah)
It's all good when we making love
All I ask is don't take our love
For granted, 'cause, granted (Yeah)
My love for you is real (Ohh)
And if you don't love me
Somebody else will (Tryna tell her)
Baby girl, don't you ever get too comfortable
Yeah
(Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, let me catch my breath
Talking 'bout leaving and you ain't gone yet
And if you leave, leave correct
And I'mma send a jet to pick up the next
And if you leave, you leaving the best
So you will have to settle for less
And I am no Elliott Ness
I don't handcuff, I don't arrest
I do confess to the murder scene
'Cause under them sheets, I am a mess
Yes, baby, you're blessed
Now just don't jump your nest, come on, yeah
[Chorus: Babyface, Lil Wayne, & Both]
I'm not saying this to shake you up (Saying) (Haha)
I'm just saying this to wake you up (Saying)
It's all good when we making love (We good)
All I ask is don't take our love
For granted, 'cause, granted
My love for you is real (Ohh)
And if you don't love me
Somebody else will
Baby girl don't you, ever, get too, comfortable
(Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, it's no sweat, no sweat
I would never 1-2-3-4-get about you
Your love, your sex
You know I work you out like Bowflex
Haha, all jokes, no stress
Love, live life, proceed, progress
Make sure the neighbors get no rest
We can get together, never disconnect
Yeah, your back, your neck
Funny how that song haven't got old yet—
To us, so let's project
You stay in, never incorrect—'Face!
[Chorus: Babyface, Lil Wayne, & Both]
I'm not saying this to shake you up (Saying) (Yeah)
I'm just saying this to wake you up (Saying) (I got one)
It's all good when we making love
All I ask is don't take our love (Yeah)
For granted, 'cause, granted (Hahaha)
My love for you is real (Ohh)
And if you don't love me
Somebody else will (Irreplaceable, huh?)
Baby girl, don't you (Yeah)
Ever (Ha) get too comfortable
Don't get too comfortable, ayy
(Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
Word to God, my mama gon' like this one
Yeah
Yo, I think everybody gonna like this one
Yeah, I got one
Thank you, Mr. West
Carter...
Trey
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Sorry 4 the Wait[Intro]
Sorry for the wait, man
Album coming August 29th now
Time to let me do this thing

[Verse]
Ain’t nobody fucking with me
First-degree murder, you can get your degree, motherfucker
And you ain’t gotta wonder about me, Wonder Woman
Tune gon' ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan
Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gonna hate
Pound of the kush, call that bitch "pound cake"
I hit it from the back and make that bitch about-face
And then I gotta split, sorry, baby, sour grapes
She whine, "Baby, don't leave"
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave
Everybody trippin', but I ain’t never trippin'
Leave your ass flatter than my new television
I'm talking 'bout money and the power, power and the money
This shit is magic: Stan Van Gundy
I'ma run this shit 'til I'm the last man runnin
Mack, light that shit, then pass that to me
Young Money, motherfucker, yeah, we that shit
Yeah, Weezy go hard like Cialis
Don't love that bitch, I fucked that ho
She pop X, I smoke O’s—tic-tac-toe
And I stink 'cause I got a lot of shit on my mind
They say numbers don't lie—is that a 6 or a 9?
I stand in front of the cloc'k cause I'm ahead of the time
Knock your pussy ass off and send your head to your mom
I ain’t playing with niggas, no, sir, not me
And they can’t blindfold what my third eye see
Yeah, I was locked up, but like a bird, I'm free
And the coupe transform, no Tyrese
Hello, goodbye, where are you, Wayne?
I’m somewhere in between joy and pain
And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds
Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground
Now, ain’t that about a bitch? It ain’t never 'bout a bitch
I'll take your bitch and make her everybody bitch
Backed up by a bunch of G-ass niggas
And I just bought your girlfriend some kneepads, nigga
Eagle Street, where the real niggas hung
I'ma rep that shit 'til kingdom come
Yeah, $hort bring the drank, I bring the blunts
Fucking with me, it's blood, brains or guts, ha!
Fuck y'all, for real, though
Sleep with the hammer under the pillow
Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows
Soon as I’m done, peel off like velcro
Gone, baby, I'm stoned
Smoking on the strong, got a huge-ass bong
Swag off the hook, you can’t use that phone
Stopped at the light and put my roof back on
One time for the G’s
The niggas got it locked, the niggas with the keys
The niggas on the block, the niggas on they P’s and Q’s
Put your bitch-ass on the evening news
Jumping in the game, better read the rules
High as a bitch, yeah, that's me on the moon
Fuck with me, die soon, not late
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Days and Days[Intro: Lydia Pense & Lil Wayne]
You leave your home for days and days
Yeah (Hey)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Lydia Pense]
Money ain't shit, bitches ain't neither (But hey)
You know I'm on that grass, don't cut on the sprinklers (But hey)
Pussy on my mind, on my breath and on my fingers (But hey)
Niggas try to bite my style, but my style a jalapeño (Hey)
I got skinny ass jeans, trucks on the pocket (But hey)
Money talks, nigga, I'm caught up in that gossip (But hey)
You know all my bitches badder, and all my swishas fatter (But hey)
I milk this shit like cattle, that's my word like Scrabble
And yo main girl is a ho, I go Wayne's World in her throat
She swallow so many nuts, you fuck around, find a squirrel in her throat
I go tapeworm in that ho, let my snake squirm in that ho
Nigga we take turns in that ho, these niggas so green they glow
I am the best thing since wet pussy, on my private jet with my chef cookin'
So big-headed, my neck crooked, my niggas foul when the ref's lookin'
My big bro is Mack Maine, so much weed I got grass stains
Deez nuts, that's baggage claim, I'm on them trees like Candy Canes
Lil Tunechi (Hey)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz & Lydia Pense]
(But hey) Yeah, 2 Chainz (But hey)
I might book me for a show (But hey)
Charge my ass the low and pick up the whole dough (But hey)
That's hustlenomics, I was high in my class pictures (But hey)
I like math, all I did was add bitches (Hey)
Swagga galore, got your girl on all fours (But hey)
It's not doggystyle, I call it froggystyle (Hey)
You dog her out, I tell her, hop in (Hey)
2 Chainz, my first chain had a twin
Gas in my blunt, watching ESPN
And, if that pussy good I wanna see her again
Yeah, I'm from College Park and I got ya broad with me (With me)
Salt water pool, I can put a shark in it (Damn)
Everything authentic (Tru), plus I named my pistols
Last name "Fuck," first name "I Don't Give A" (Bah)
Pockets look pregnant, they 'bout to deliver
So when I start pimpin', you know the procedure, yeah
[Refrain: Lydia Pense & Lil Wayne]
You leave your home for days and days
Alright, uh (Hey)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Lydia Pense]
All my niggas gangstas, all my bitches freaks (But he—)
I tickle her pussy, got that pussy tickle pink (Hey)
I'm the heart of the streets, and I just skipped a beat (But hey)
And if that pussy sweet, I want that candy, trick or treat (But hey)
I got diamonds in my teeth, so all my words are precious (But—)
I'm so fuckin' hot I sssssss, I'ma need some more S's
Man I'm on some other shit, I want another bitch
That want another bitch, and I don't cuddle bitch
I hit her with that shovel dick, I got in that pussy and dug a ditch
Some people gotta punch the clock, man I rather punch a brick
'Cause I'm that nigga, and I'm so cold I just shivered
These niggas think they hard, these niggas just nipples
I pop a nigga like a 'sicle, drop a nigga like a missle
Mo' money mo' issues, I size you up then fit you
Tunechi

[Outro: Lydia Pense]
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Vizine[Chorus]
Why me? Oh why, oh why, oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust what I see? (MonstaBeatz)

[Verse 1]
My-my scene just a crime scene
Got the high beams and the sirens, yeah
My team, we divide teams
Talkin' dirty money? Check the hygienes
All the dirty money get dry cleaned
Talkin' dirty money, Sam Rothstein
Had my goons kidnap your offsprings
While I was working on my golf swing
Ooh, sweet dreams, sour nightmares
It's a cold world, I got an ice grill
No one man should have all that power
If he can't afford to pay the light bill
I got a forcefield over my heartbeat
The window seal with no door key
I'm poppin' pills to feel more me
Cut off the wings now I'm soaring
And I never feel like poor me
I'd rather feel like the old me
I was born with wheels and I roll deep
I could make the devil get cold feet
Don't light the clove unless it's four leaf
Get a pussy wetter than a coral reef
On my face, I tatted me a fleur-de-lis
Should I get it covered with a coca leaf?
I could tell you better than you showed me
I could show you better than you told me
I'm an OG up in OT
And it's no sleep 'til it's roast beef
I better not hear a Little Bo-Peep
Better go figure, better go deep
Pass no judgement, pass your weed
I'm the GOAT nigga, no goatee
[Chorus]
Why me? Oh why, oh why, oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust what I see?

[Verse 2]
Mmm, sippin' on purple like it's herbal
Bad brown bitch, Lisa Turtle
On turbo, you don't wan' disturb him
Momma put too much sugar in my Gerber
Damn, I done dropped too many ashes on my turban
I done seen so many titties on Bourbon
Live a different kind of lifestyle
Different color diamonds, got a nigga lookin' like sherbert
Stepped to the plate, knocked it out the park
Eat a nigga face like a tiger shark
Dressed in all red like Olajuwon
My niggas hit your safe like the Holocaust
My niggas catch a case, feel like I got Moss'd
My nigga treat the K just like a loft
Got a lawyer and an agent but I'm the boss
And my heart always racin' but never lost
Hello? I was the illest nigga on child support
Now I'm lookin' at the Robb Report
Went and looking at the final score
Bedroom got revolvin' doors
Bitches in and out smilin' more
Than children smilin' at a carnival
Ain't got nothing in common but the common cold
Big Bs nigga, honor roll
Hold up, I think I found the flow
Started from the bottom bitch
Never been monogamous, never been monotonous
Never been anonymous, money is eunonymus
Always had accomplices, always had conglomerates
Always let the chopper clip stick out like a bottom lip
You runnin' out of time so you better know what time it is
You runnin' out of tears and you runnin' out of volunteers
Young Mula bitch, I die for the logo
Cocaine price low, call that a low blow
Tunechi like Pablo, kis in the rowboat
Tunechi in the yacht though, still don't showboat
Sippin' on the slowpoke, movin' like a tugboat
Smokin' like a steamboat, fuckin' on a love boat
Better read the ransom note before you read the love note
Don't know if it's sore throat, deep throat or cut throat
[Chorus]
Why me? Oh why, oh why, oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust what I see?

[Outro]
Oh why am I so kamikaze
Why can't I stay in my seat? I'm so hyphy
Try me, why do I see these bloody bodies?
Why do I love what I see?
Why me? Oh why, oh why, oh why me?
R.I.P
If you can't live in peace, then you can die in peace
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FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt[Lead-In: DJ Drama]
I mean it’s simple
Can’t fuck wit us

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I got money on yo head, I don’t do my dirty work
I cut off my hands, I don’t even touch the work
I pray these niggas don’t fuck with me and I don’t like to curse in church
And my girl’ pussy taste just like Mrs. Butterworth’s
I mean that, believe that

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

[Chorus]
I don't know who you are anymore
Talkin' to the man in her mirror
That been fuckin' with these bitches
And it's dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers
Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit
But, you don't even call anymore
And you don't even care, so who am I to love anyone?
I know it's fucked up
Different city, switchin' women
Puttin' cups up, gettin' fucked up

[Post-Chorus]
And, we don't even talk anymore
Ain't got no time to spare
So who are we to trust anyone?
And that's what's fucked up
We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other
And that's so fucked up

[Verse 1]
Damn, love don't live here
Love, I don't live here
She say, "Why you leave your shit here?"
I'm tryna be sincere
When we both know it ain't right
She hate that we can get loose
But I can never hang tight
But, we don't even make love anymore
Actin' like our phone got our attention
Though we watchin' television, and it's painless
We act like we strangers
I just don't know who we are anymore, damn
I'm not supposed to be here
'Cause love don't live here
But I'm here, and she here
She tell me stay all night
She just want a refill
And then she want to start fights
'Bout "What about how she feel?"
She tell me I'm a cheap thrill
I know she don't mean that
She think I feed her lies
But I don't get no feedback
As she watch me pack
"Baby where my keys at?"
Kiss her on the forehead and tell her that I'll be back
Her teeth smacked
[Chorus]
I don't know who you are anymore
Talkin' to the man in her mirror
That been fuckin' with these bitches
And it's dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers
Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit
But you don't even call anymore
And you don't even care
So who am I to love anyone?
I know it's fucked up
Different city, switchin' women, puttin' cups up
Gettin' fucked up

[Post-Chorus]
And, we don't even talk anymore
Ain't got no time to spare
So who are we to trust anyone?
And that's what's fucked up
We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other
And that's so fucked up

[Verse 2]
I was talkin' to myself the other day
My homies call me cray, my mama tell me, "Pray"
She say, "I need a day", I said, "I need a bae"
She said, "Believe in faith
Ma, they love me either way"
Hold up, wait
Let me set my alarm
You say "Don't sweat your alarm"
And now the pressure is on
So now there's sweat in my palm
But her reception ain't warm
So my deception performs
And then that silence is awkward
Like am I deaf or alone?
I got a jet in the morn'
And she upset and I'm calm
And when a woman is scorned
Is when your welcome is worn
And now her temperature's showin'
And I just weather her storm
And she expect me to stay
I be like, "Let go my arm!"
She said...
[Chorus]
I don't know who you are anymore​
Talking to the man in her mirror
I've been fuckin' with these bitches
And it's dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers
Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit
And she say, you don't even call anymore
And you don't even care
So who am I to love anyone?
I know it's fucked up
Different city, switchin' women, puttin' cups up
Gettin' fucked up

[Post-Chorus]
She say, we don't even talk anymore
Ain't got no time to spare
So who are we to trust anyone?
And that's what's fucked up
We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other
And that's what's fucked up

[Outro]
She say we don't make love anymore
Actin' like our phone got our attention
Though we watchin' television, now it's painless
We actin' like strangers
Like we don't know who we are anymore
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Let the Beat Build[Produced by Deezle & Kanye West]

[Intro]
Yeah, I see you big bro
I'mma kill these niggas man, yeah

[Verse 1]
Straight off the block with it (Block with it)
Eagle Street to be specific (Be specific)
I'm peeping at you people different
I pay my dues, you keep the difference (Keep the difference)
I can see the end in the beginning
So I'm not racing, I'm just sprinting
'Cause I don't wanna finish (Wanna finish)
They diminish, I replenish
Scientific, I'm out this world, ho
I wear bright red, like a girl toe
No homo, fingernails dirty
I've been counting dirty money since twelve thirty (Twelve thirty)
AM, weigh them, if they short, take them
Right back and spray him, amen
Yeah, I just do my Wayne
And every time I do it, I do my thing, yeah
Believe that, like a true story
Rims big, make the car look like it's two stories
If I hop out, that'd be suicide
No back seats, call that paralyze
I don't have a spine, I don't fantasize
I mastermind, then go after mine
You see I handle mine, I dismantle mine
I tote a tool box, bitch, it's hammer time
So excuse me as I nail 'em to something
I'm just repel 'em, I'mma kill 'em
Someone tell 'em, I'mma kill 'em
I'm gon' fill 'em up, his momma can't tell 'em
And the doctors can't heal 'em
I'mma kill 'em and yeah we sell 'em
I know you smell 'em
And if you want it, you could just yell it
And it be in the morning, at your 'telly
Whole ki go for twenty, half a ki go for eleven
After me there will be nothing
I Am Legend, and I Will Smith
Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch
[Chorus]
That's how you let the beat build, bitch
Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch
Let the beat build, bitch
And the beat goes
Boom B-Boom B-Boom
Boom B-Boom B-Boom, it goes
Boom B-Boom B-Boom, now say

[Verse 2]
Heh, c’mon
Just a snare and a 808
Weezy Baby on the mic, D.O.A
OK, I'd like to thank Kanye
And my nigga Deezle
From giving me this Diesel
Like an F-350
Tank never empty
Damn everybody in the bank act friendly
Used to think my shit didn't stink, boy was I wrong
Approving million dollar deals from my iPhone
I'mma take it one-two-way back
Like a silk wife beater and a wave cap
Or the wave pool
At Blue Bayou
And I waved, fool
As I blew by you
Hello, hi you
I can buy you
But I wouldn't try you
Feed you to Piru
I know what I'm doing
I show and prove
And show improvement
And I know just to go into it
Could never amount to going through it
Whatever or how you wanna do it
We can do it like we late
Ay, wait
Deezle, let me just get the 808
As I hit the kill switch
Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch
[Chorus]
That's how you let the beat build, bitch
That's how you let the beat build, bitch
That's how you let the beat build, bitch
And the beat goes
Boom B-Boom B-Boom, it goes
Boom B-Boom Boom, the beat goes
Boom B-Boom Boom, now everybody say, yeah

[Bridge]
That I am the best rapper alive
I am the best rapper alive
And I will eat you alive
Think I'm lyin'?

[Verse 3]
Damn
I'mma get in a nigga chest like a bunch of phlegm
Like a fucking ram
On the hunt for the lamb
I'mma dump 'em, man
In a dumpster can
You ain't a soldier, ask Uncle Sam
Hair nappy like Pam
Nigga fuck your plan
Fuck your man
You ain't a pimp unless you get the same bitch
To fuck your man
And fuck your clan
And all my bitches know that's my plan
Oh god damn
There's my sam–ple
Play it like that's my band
Gotta get it cleared
Suck my dick with red lipstick and don't let it smear
And I got a lot of tattoos, and I meant every tear
And I'm still on that street shit
Back to the beat bitch
[Chorus]
That's how you let the beat build, bitch
Now what's how you let the beat build, bitch
Let the beat build, they say
And the beat goes
Boom B-Boom B-Boom, it goes
Boom B-Boom Boom, the beat goes
Boom B-Boom Boom, now everybody say, yeah
And the beat goes
Boom B-Boom B-Boom, it goes
Boom B-Boom Boom, the beat goes
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With You[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Shawty badder than a three-year-old
Keep playing and I'ma eat her like a pita roll
I'm just saying, with my love I could feed her soul
Two-day getaway and we don't need our clothes
We at the pool and she looking like a center fold
Two tattoos but she say she getting plenty mo
She got Indian in her family, Seminole
Me and shawty go together like chemicals
And she get mad when I call other women hoes
You send her rose, I pick some flowers and send her those
Tall glass of Merlot get her in the mode
Two tall glasses of Merlot get her out her robe
I whisper in her ear then lick round her lobe
And when she check her watch, it’s never time to go
And with her brain she should make the honor roll
And when I came she caught me like a common cold

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Damn you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit

[Chorus: Drake]
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you and only you
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I say damn I must be left
'Cause you the best I ever seen, right
Shawty put me on, you got me going like some green lights
See you with your girls, they probably telling you that he ain't right
Bet they be the same bitches at the wedding throwing rice
Let's get together over night
Shawty I'm a pro and you are looking like the prototype
Ms. Cita, I took your advice
Sometimes you got to blow it twice then shake it up and roll the dice
I'm cruising on the road of life but I need a passenger
Appetite for loving, ma I'm hungry like a scavenger
I be on that lavender
I be in the bath with her
Then I gotta go under that water like a mariner

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Damn you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit

[Chorus: Drake]
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you and only you
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Now she don't know about me but I'ma put her on it
And she ain't sure about me but can't go without me
We probably ain't supposed to be together
But I wonder if our love affair could last forever
And shawty I'm with you
Smoke a lot of weed but I could never forget you
Then I told her to her face
If everyone was like you, the world would be a better place

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Damn you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit

[Chorus: Drake]
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you and only you

[Bridge: Drake]
Damn you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight
[Chorus: Drake]
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
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Go DJ[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown-ups, in between, children and babies
Right about now is your boy, ya heard?
Back again, DJ Mannie Fresh, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh
Yeah, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh
Fre-re-re-re-Fresh, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh

[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, yeah, well Weezy Wee

[Interlude: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne]
Step up to the mic, dude, do what you do, ya heard?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen
What you have here is brought to you courtesy of
The young man Young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want y'all out there to do for me is
Say this

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Say "Go DJ," 'cause that's my DJ
Say "Go DJ," 'cause that's my DJ
Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ
So "Go DJ," 'cause that my, 'cause that my
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Murder 101, the hottest nigga under the sun
I come from under the Tommy busting a Tommy
You come from under ya garments, ya chest and ya arm hit
Pow! One to the head, now you know he dead
Now, you know I play it like a pro in the game
Naw, better yet, a veteran, a hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
Ayy, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, Fresh, for all this flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it, man, and guard your brain
'Cause the flow is spazmatic, what they call insane
That ain't even my motherfuckin' aim, I gets dough, boy
And you already know that pimpin'
18, how I'm living? Youngin, show that Bentley
Stunna my Pa, so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor, so don't go there with me, oh!
(Let me hit the blunt first)

[Hook]
Go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ
(This is Tha Carter, oh)
Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ
So "Go DJ," 'cause that my, 'cause that my
(These niggas is hilarious)
Go DJ, 'cause that my DJ
Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ
(This is Tha Carter, blap)
Go DJ, 'cause that my DJ
Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ
(Put your binoculars on, try to see me)
'Cause that my, uh, that my
Let's go
[Verse 2]
And I move like the coupe through traffic
Rush hour, GT Bent', roof is absent
Your bitch present with the music blastin'
And she keep askin', "How it shoot if it's plastic?"
I tell her, "You'll see if your boy run up"
She sat back and cut Tha Carter back up, uh, fo' sho'
Ay, Big Mike, they better step they's authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You niggas never harmin' Young
Fly Wizzy, my opponent's done, I'm done talkin' (shut up)
And I ain't just begun
I been runnin' my city like Diddy, you chump
I fly by you in a foreign whip
On the throttle, with a model-bony bitch, pair of phony tits
Her hair is long as shit, to her thong and shit
Well, here we go, so hold on to this

[Interlude]
Now let's go
Hold on, let me hit the blunt again
So, go
Y'all say it with me this time
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is Tha Carter, oh
[Hook]
Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (That my DJ, Mannie Fresh)
Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (Uh, that my DJ)
Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ
(These niggas so mad at me right now, Fresh)
Say go DJ, 'cause that my, 'cause that my, 'cause that my
(Guess what though, guess what?)

[Verse 3]
Birdman, put them niggas in the trash can
Leave 'em outside of your door, I'm your trash man
I'm steady lighting up the hash, and, riding in my Jag
You will need a gas mask, man
You snakes, stop hiding in the grass
Sooner or later I'll cut it, now the blade's in your ass
You homo niggas getting AIDS in the ass
While the homie here tryna get paid in advance
I'm staying on my grizzy, I'm a bona fide hustler
Play me or play with me, then I'm gonna find your mother
Niggas wanna eat, 'cause they ain't ate nothin'
But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard
So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone
Leaving out, leaving behind just residue and bones
In your residence with Rugers to your dome
Like, "Where the fuck you holding the coke?"
Holding your throat, choke

[Interlude]
So, go
So, go
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
Y’all say it with me
This is Tha Carter, oh

[Hook]
Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ
(And that my DJ)
Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ
(Mannie, Mannie Fresh, yes, that’s my DJ)
Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ
(And this Tha Carter)
Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ
(Call me if you’re fuckin’ with me)
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Mess[Chorus]
Because my days is a mess
My nights is a mess, my life is a mess
My life is a mess of happiness
Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love
Fuck it, my bae is a mess
My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess
I guess, my bae is obsessed
My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless
But you gon' have to excuse my mess

[Verse 1]
She gon' have to excuse my ex
I'ma have to excuse her pets
She gon' have to be juicy wet if she gon' ride on this Tune Express
I'ma have to excuse her text
She gon' have to exclude the rest
She gon' have to tell dudes to step
Nigga, to the left, nigga, to the left
Messy, messy on some Percocets
Smoking purple veggie, that's my herbal essence
With a curvy, sexy woman hurting extra 'cause I'm working extra
I just heard her lecture, but I swerved the questions
And reserved a section with a bunch of bitches that prefer the pleasure
It's quarter-to-seven
They just heard the shower water runnin' in the morning
Dirty Devil, I'm a mess
[Refrain]
But I'm sorry babe, but I gotta let go
Now she feel like she on death row
She don't believe in ghosts 'til I get ghost
And I can hear her teardrops echo
Her teardrops turn into XO
Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe

[Chorus]
'Cause my days is a mess
My nights is a mess, my life is a mess
My life is a mess
My life is a mess of happiness
Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love
But fuck it, more ones, my bae is a mess
My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess
I guess, my bae is obsessed
My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless
But you gon' have to excuse my mess

[Verse 2]
Yes, no pressure, it’s a jungle out here
Fell in love with a stripper, Lord, I know she got bills
But I'ma make it rain until she see a flood of ideas
Got me all up in my feelings without knowing what I feel
I'm a mess
And now she over talking about staying over
And she ask could she call her clan over?
I say that's the shit and now we asshole-ing
Now fast forward 'til the morning time
Broken glasses with a bunch of ashes, makeup, and lashes
Out of place mattress, shit happens 'cause my days is a mess
[Refrain]
I'm sorry babe, but I gotta let go
Now she feel like she on death row
She don't believe in ghosts 'til I get ghost
And I can hear her teardrops echo
Her teardrops turn into Petrol
Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe

[Chorus]
'Cause my days is a mess
My nights is a mess, my life is a mess
My life is a mess
My life is a mess of happiness
Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love
But fuck it, more ones, my bae is a mess
My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess
I guess, my bae is obsessed
My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless
But you gon' have to excuse my mess

[Outro]
Yes, fuck it, more ones, fuck it, more ones
Fuck it more ones, fuck it, more ones
I'm​ making a mess with all of these ones
Fuck it, more ones, fuck it, more ones
My life is a mess of happiness
Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love
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Fireman[Intro]
(Weezy Baby)
Shh, the fireman comin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh-oh)
Yeah (Uh-oh, hey, I'm back), yeah
Yeah (That's right), yup (Birdman), yup
(They gon' have to call the law), uh-huh (I'm burnin', shawty)
I'm back (I tried told 'em)
What you, oh, what you gon' do now? (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah)
I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)

[Verse 1]
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man (Uh-uh)
He-Man, ski mask, spendin' next week's cash, he fast (Oh)
And I don't even need a G-pass, I'm past that
I'm passin' 'em out now (Yeah), and you can't have that (Yeah)
And my chain, Toucan Sam that
Tropical colors, you can't match that (Oh, no)
Gotta be abstract (Oh, no)
You catch my girl legs open, better smash that (What?)
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at (Boy)
I see she wearin' them jeans that show her buttcrack (Hey)
My girls can't wear that, why? That's where my stash at (Uh-uh-uh)
I put my MAC down (Yeah), that's where you lack at (Yeah)
She need her candle lit (Yeah), and I'ma wax that (Got 'em)
I rekindled the flame (Got 'em), she remember the name (Got 'em)
It's Weezy Baby, January, December, the same (Who?)
Mama, give me that brain (Yeah), mama, give me that good (Yeah)
'Cause I'm the fireman (Oh), you hear the fire truck
[Chorus]
I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah)
I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)

[Verse 2]
Fresh on campus, it's the Birdman Junior (Yeah)
Money too long, teachers, put away your rulers (Yeah)
Raw Tune, not a cartoon (Ayy)
No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds (Sexy)
I'm hot, but the car cool
She wet, that's a car-pool
Been in that water since a youngin, you just shark food (Yum, yum)
Quick Draw McGraw, I went to art school (Hah)
Yeah, the lights is bright, but I got a short fuse (Woah)
Don't snooze (No)
Been handlin' the game so long, my thumbs bruised
Your new girlfriend is old news
You ain't got enough green and she so blue, yeah (Aww)
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true (Yes)
Everything is easy, baby, leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot, let it steam, let it brew (Yes)
Now, watch me melt, don't burn yourself, 'cause
[Chorus]
I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah)
I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)

[Verse 3]
Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (Well)
So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (Yeah)
My money three-sixty, you only one-eighty (That's right)
Half of the game too lazy (Yeah)
Still sleeping on me, but I'm 'bout to wake 'em, yep
I'm 'bout to take 'em to New Orleans and bake 'em (Woah)
Yeah, it's hot down here, take a walk with Satan, yeah (Hot)
Come on mama, let the Carter make you (Yeah)
Toss you like a fruit salad, strawberry grape you (Yeah)
They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature (Yeah)
Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton (Come on)
Y'all in the race and me, I'm at the finish line (Uh-huh)
Been runnin' for too long, it's time to give me mine (Uh-huh)
Straight down your chimney, in your living room, it's I (Who?)
Weezy, allergic to wintertime, hot

[Chorus]
I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah)
I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)
[Outro]
Yeah, I-I-I-I-I got 'em
I-I-I-I-I got 'em
Ayy, ayy, B, I got 'em
Ayy, ayy, D, I got 'em
Yeah, ayy, Slim, I got 'em
Yeah, don't worry, 'cause I, I, I
I, don't worry, 'cause I, I, I-I-I
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Dr. Carter[Intro: Lil Wayne & Nurse]
Where's my coffee?
Good morning, Dr. Carter (Hey sweetie)
Looks like it's gonna be a long day
Ahh, another one huh? What we got
Your first patient (Yeah)
Is suffering from a lack of concepts (Uh-huh)
Originality (Ugghh)
His flow is weak (Another one)
And he has no style (Ughhh)
What you got for him? (Tssss, okay)

[Verse 1]
Let me put my gloves on, and my scrubs on
Dr. Carter to the rescue
Excuse me if I'm late, but like a thief it takes
Time to be this great, uhh, so just wait
Your style is a disgrace, your rhymes are fifth place
And I'm just grace, one, uno, ace
And I'm trying make your heart beat like bass
Hmm-mm, but you're sweet like cake
And I come to fix wherever your shell break
Where is your originality? You are so fake
So picture me like a gallery, capture what I say
All I need is one mic, all I need is one take
Like, hey! Brighter than a sun ray
Got a pistol on a playground, watch the gun-play
Like, no kidding, no kids in the way
But the kids do watch, gotta watch what we say
Gotta work everyday, gotta not be cliché
Gotta stand out like Andre 3K
Gotta kick it, kick it like a sensei
You gotta have faith, you gottta, gotta
Wait, wait, I think I, I think I lost him
(Flatline)
(Dial 118 please)
[Interlude: Lil Wayne & Nurse]
Good afternoon, Dr. Carter (Nurse)
I don't know about this one. His confidence is down, vocab and metaphors needs work, and he lacks respect for the game
(Uhhhh, let me see)
You think you can save him?

[Verse 2]
Okay, respect is in the heart, so that's where I'mma start
And a lot of heart patients don't make it
But, hey kid, plural, I graduated
'Cause you can get through anything if Magic made it
And that was called recycling, r-e-reciting something
'Cause you just like it, so you say it just like it
Some say it's biting but I say it's enlightening
Besides, Dr. Kanye West is one of the brightest
And Dr. Swizz can stitch your track up the tightest
And Dr. Jeezy can fix you back up the nicest
Arthritis in my hand from writing
But I'm a doctor, they don't understand my writing
So I stopped writing, now I'm like lightning
And you ain't Vince Young so don't clash with the Titan
Fast and exciting, my passion is frightening
Now let me put some more vocab in your IV
Here, take this Vicodin, like it and love it
And confidence has no budget
So pay me no mind, I don't walk it like I talk it 'cause I run it
I don't do it 'cause I done it, and I'm in the emergency un-it
God dunnit I've lost another one
(Flatline)
[Interlude: Lil Wayne & Nurse]
Good evening, Dr. Carter. It's been a long day. But this one looks much better than the others. His respect is back up, concepts sound good, his style is showing strong signs of improvement. All he needs now is his swagger
Okay, let me take my gloves off then
[Verse 3]
Swagger tighter than a yeast infection
Fly, go hard, like geese, erection
Fashion patrol, police detection
Eyes stay tight like Chinese Connection
I stay tight like pussy at night
Baby, don't get me wrong, I could do that pussy right
But I'm too wrong to write, too fresh to fight
Too paid to freestyle, too paid to freestyle
Had to say it twice, swagger so nice
And don't ask me shit unless it concern a price
And I don't rap fast, I rap slow
'Cause I mean every letter in the words
In the sentence of my quotes
Swagger just flows sweeter than honey oats
That swagger, I got it, I wear it like a coat
Wait, as I put the light down his throat
I can only see flow, his blood starting to flow
His lungs starting to grow, this one's starting to show
Strong signs of life, where's the stitches? Here's the knife
Smack his face, his eyes open, I reply "What a night"
"Welcome back, Hip-Hop — I saved your life"
[Outro: Nurse]
He looks good, his vitals are up
He's looking good, he's looking good
I think we got one, Dr. Carter, I think we got one
Yep, yep, we got one, we saved him he's good
He's good, we got one, he's good
(Heartbeat)
He's good, we got him
We saved him, he's a go
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Yeezy Sneakers[Intro]
Dedication 6
See, normally this where I'd say
"And like that, we gone"
Ahh, ah, this that 6 shit
Ah, Dedication 6
But really, we just halfway
Dedication 6, ah, ahh
This that 6 shit, ah, Dedication 6
This just part one!
Yah, yah-ahh (Gangsta Griz-ills!)

[Hook]
You ain't gotta lie to me
But you might have to lie for me
You might have to trap for me
You know I got mouths to feed
You know they got bitches that'd die to be
The bitch that'll die for me
Strap doves to her body and fly to me
But you get too high to me (Y'all ready?)

[Post-Hook 1]
And you don't even believe in Yeezus
Why you wearin' Yeezy sneakers?
She ain't never swallowed semen
I don't even believe her speeches
You can't even keep a secret
Why you wear Victoria Secret
You don't even believe in peace
I'm fuckin' you with both my fingers
[Verse]
Baby I'm out your league, bitch
You know there's no more me's, bitch
You need to show more cleavage
V-neck polo tees, bitch
You need to patch your weave, bitch
You need to pack your things, bitch
You on some "I had a dream" shit
It's back to reality, bitch
She don't even roll the weed
All she do is roll her eyes
All she know is social media
We don't even socialize
I feel like North Korea
Even though we oceanside
All I say is "Mama-mia"
She don't even know her moms
All she say is "This your pussy"
She say that to most of the guys
She don't even know it's dry
I can't even open fire
She don't even close her eyes
She don't even close the blinds
She spit all over the D
I'm sticky like porcupines
She don't even compromise
I still make her cum three times
I still make her snort some lines
And make her look so surprised
I still her make her recognize
Make her exercise to a sexier size
Then I tell her how to tell better lies
Now her extra guys think she never lie
We got a better bond, we have a better time
She got a wetter pond
I cum ahead of time, and a second time
And in record time
I'm a New Orleans nigga, I make a second line
I'm a Megatron
I got her legs up like the Omega sign
And I know she rolling 'cause I checked her tires
Then I checked her eyes, she a little rough around the edges, fine
Like Checkers fries
And the X was mine
She requested five
So I gave her two and told her stretch the high
We had sex 'til nine, ate breakfast tired
Fell asleep eye to eye, thigh on thigh
Then she woke up high, like "Oh my God" and tried to rectify
But if you naked, why?
If you mesmerized be mesmerized
If you scared of love, I'm death-defyin'
Got to make your mind, I'ma make the guap
Got to take your time, I'ma take the shot
I'ma wake the block, I'ma break the lock
Then rape your thot, then shake the spot
I'ma shake your hand when I see you out
I'ma shake my head when you turn around
Cops shake they head when they see your house
We shot it up, but look like we burned it down
Hor-Horror scene, bitch
Everyday Halloween, bitch
Kidnap, hide and seek, bitch
I'm a legend like Socrates, bitch
I aim at your collard green, bitch
Bada-boom, bada-bing, bitch
I'm looking for a solid, clean bitch
I tell her "Look, honestly, bitch"
[Hook]
You ain't gotta lie to me
But you might have to lie for me
You might have to trap for me
You know I got mouths to feed
You know they got bitches that'll die to be
The bitch that'd die for me
Stickin' to a nigga like Siamese
And you just on the side of me

[Post-Hook 2]
And you don't even like Adidas
Why you wearin' Yeezy sneakers?
She ain't never had a threesome
I dont' even believe her speeches
She don't even believe in freedom
But all she giving me is freebies
You don't even believe in peace
I'm fuckin' her with both my fingers

[Outro]
6 shit
To be continued
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Lay It Down[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Cut the music up

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
YMCMB, bitches call me "Tunechi Li"
I be with niggas that shoot police
I keep that iron, you can get creased
And if she say she didn't fuck—bitch, you're lying through your teeth
They say, "It cost to be the boss"
The ones in jail wish they were free
Niggas call me "Hi-C" because I'm high, as you can see
Niggas say they paid they dues; well, I'm checking your receipt
Might as well go stupid since this is a stupid beat
Grab the owl out the tree, and ask that bitch, "Who but me?"
Got your bitch bent over, nigga—hands to her feet
Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef
'Cause all my niggas well rounded
Don't fuck with none of these square niggas
Mask on, Ghostface Killah, draw down and erase niggas
I'm a Blood, is you a blood donor? Swisher full of that California
I hit it sideways: caddy-corner
Then she catch that nut like pneumonia—Lil Tunechi!

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Lay it down, ho (Haha), lay it down, bitch
Lay it down, ho, lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Put the money on the couch, nigga
Give me everything up in your house, nigga, shut your mouth, nigga
Put the money on the couch nigga
Give me everything up in your house, nigga, shut your mouth, nigga (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
Start it up: vroom, vroom
Uppercut a bitch out the bus: boom, boom
Unless I get the brain: pum-pum
She let a nigga run and get the gang, run a train: zoom-zoom
Tryna get paid too soon, one deep
One sweep away in a room-room
We getting money over here, talking shit and fucking bitches
I don't know what the fuck they doing, Tune
My syrup purple, my turf Earth, my birth circle, I'll dirt surf you
I squirt-murk you, my verse hurtful
My shooters still got curb curfews
Y'all bout as hot as Von Dutch, y'all not gone harm much
Hijack y'all some prom bus; ain't no retreat but my arms up
No graffiti, my bombs up
It's Young Money in this shit until a nigga dead and gone
If you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on?
I'm betting the wedding's off when e'erything wetted on
Point 'em out, Truk your life, fuck your style
Fuck with me, you a bucket foul
Niggas'll buck your smile for a dunking pile
You better duck it, pal

[Hook: Lil Wayne & Nicki Minaj]
Lay it down ho (Yeah), lay it down bitch (And I smoke)
Lay it down ho, lay it down (Lil Tunechi)
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down... (Hahaha, mhm)
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Shawty, what's your name? Is you trickin'? Is you paying?
Is you sniffin' on that 'caine? What the fuck, is you saying?
If you getting it, then you getting it
It's my money, I ain't splitting it
I ain't tripping it, if she got a fat ass, then I'm tipping it (Tipping it)
Came out the bank—Bye, teller!" Give a bum money—"Hi, fella!"
Bad lil' ho, high-yellow, brand new Rolie, Sky Dweller
Just left from Dubai, flew private-eye
I made a million dollars, swear to God, that ain't no lie
I said, them niggas was popping, fake niggas be watching
My black glove be dripping wet, but I got my Cochran
Losing ain't no option, I'm teaching bitches my doctrine
The Maybach ain't poppin, if it ain't got no par-tah-tion
Oops, I mean "partition"; it's all a part of my vision
I sit and count this money while I watch you bitches audition
I said, "Oops, I mean 'partition,; it's all a part of my vision
I sit and count this money while I watch you bitches audition," hehehe

[Outro: Nicki Minaj, w/ Lil Wayne]
Fuck wrong with you bitches?
I don’t give a fuck
You don’t hear me, you don’t see me—bitch, you gon' feel me, ho
Young Money, Young, Young Money nigga
Young, Young—lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
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Outro[Produced by Willy Will]

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Yeah, when I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun Beeda but you already knew that
Live from the state where they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix, man, just gon' get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand with no easy fix, man (damn)
No tricks, man, those is for kids
Kush in my cigar and hoes in the crib
Drank and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with P.A. so you know what it is
I'm sittin on the fours that clack
Comin' down candy in the golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman Sachs
Said we do it for the Pimp so no holding back, let's go!

[Verse 2: Nas]
Look who crept in, crept-crept in
Look-look who crept in, look-look who
L-l-l-look who crept in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB 'til the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants
Like Kanye West and Em
Track record, goes back to the Essence
Smack adolescents who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em like a gastric bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors seem
To get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow
Cocaine white Range Rov'
Tats on my body like an art exhibit
I did real good for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper
Now it's Chandon, fat blunts in the car with strippers
Guns in compartments hidden
I was real young, little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down, respected
Chowed down, now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are Techs
That'll bust louder than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight
That my crown ain't for testing, testing
Chop heads off like King Henry the Eighth
Guillotine to your neck, bitch
I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb
Been in this shit since '91
Niggas can't fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wildin' dude
Studied Taoism and made power moves
Watched Wild Planet, seen lions devour food
You can say that's how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas
But yo, my nigga Wayne
Let them niggas hate, 'cause like my nigga Drake say
"We ain't got time to respond to niggas"
[Verse 3: Shyne]
I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street
Poverty and desperation made me everything I be
I'm a shotta when I pop up with them poppers, burn ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa, Blood, Bl-Blood gang, five
It’s that Blood gang five but green is the bottom line
I run this town, I ain't gon' lie, they run they mouth, they ain't gon' fire
They actin' like they ain’t gon' die, until I let them 'llamas fly
Flatbush to Bed Do-or-Die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, it’s no place for a juvenile
Put greed in our heart, it’s the green that we want
Cash Money is the company, and Weezy the boss!

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
They say I’m underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Hm... Understandable, being that my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said other than that should be silenced, unspeakable!
And the thought of you being nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end
That’s when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth
Got 'em sayin' "There he goes again!"
See now, they nominated a nigga to come and flatten everything
Now let me dominate it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on everything
And make it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun
I gotta make it what they want and wake ‘em when I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another place
Ain’t no fakin’, ain’t no kind of mistaking
How I be breakin' up everything
And be creating a s-s-s-situation when I'm done (Damn!)
You see I spit National Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed more cats than curiosity, snitch!
Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now enough of that, see now I’m out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother classic with "Tha Carter IV"17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Demon[Verse 1]
Sleepin' with the enemy, my demons are too intimate
She's sleepin' very gently so now they're startin' to enter it
And now they're startin' to mentor me, geekin’ like Brittany
Tweakin' my energy, eat and die sympathy
Scream and cry infamy, come alive mentally
And love die physically, my love cry miserably
Hugs gettin' looser, her tongue tied kissin' me
She fucked thy niggas, see now they both iggin' me
But demons got dignity, demons got memories
I had a lil' revenge in me, so now I'm at sentencin'
'Bout to stop gigglin' and dinner start sizzlin'

[Bridge]
A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands
She agree to my demands too
Brought the demon out her ass too
I'm a demon, I demand you

[Chorus]
A demon with demands, a demon with demands
I'm a demon with demands, I got demons on demand
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a demon, I demand you
You brought the demon out the man, ooh
Brought the demon out the man, ooh
The demon out the man, you
Brought the demon out the man, ooh
[Refrain]
You done pulled the demon out the man, pulled the demon out the pants
Put the demon in your mouth then pulled it clean up out your ass
Took her demon by the hands, asked the demon, "Can we dance?"
Found a halo in her trash but she don't talk about her past

[Bridge 2]
A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands
A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands

[Chorus 2]
A demon with demands, a demon with demands
I'm a demon with demands, I got demons on demand
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a demon by demand too
Yeah, brought the demon out the man, ooh
She agree to my demands too
You done brought the demon out the man, ooh
Brought the demon out her ass too

[Verse 2]
Sleepin' with the enemy, my demons are too intimate
She's sleepin' very gently, so now they're startin' to enter it
And now they're startin' to mentor me, geekin’ like Brittany
Tweakin' my energy, eat and die sympathy
Scream and cry infamy, come alive mentally
And love die physically, my love cry miserably
Hugs gettin' looser, her tongue tied kissin' me
She fucked thy niggas see now they both iggin' me
But demons got dignity, demons got memories
I had a lil' revenge in me, so now I'm at sentencin'
'Bout to stop gigglin' and dinner start sizzlin'
[Bridge 3]
A demon, with demands
A demon, with demands

[Refrain]
You done pulled the demon out the man, pulled the demon out the pants
Put the demon in your mouth then pulled it clean up out your ass
Took her demon by the hands, asked the demon, "Can we dance?"
Found a halo in her trash but she don't talk about her past

[Outro]
Brought the demon out her ass too
You done brought the demon out the man, ooh
Demonic, demonic
Demonic, demonic
Demonic, demonic
Demonic, demonic, demonic
Demon with demands, demon with demands
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Hot Nigga[Intro]
I'm sorry for the wait, nigga
I'm tighter than these pussy hoes, I'm chafe, nigga
Pockets full of crumbs, I'm a breadwinner
(Jahlil Beats, holla at me)

[Verse]
Uh, I'm sorry for the wait, nigga (sorry!)
I'm aiming at your Beats by Dr. Dre, nigga (bop!)
I put up some ornaments today nigga (why?)
Cause 'round here, every day a holiday, nigga
This that Sorry 4 the Wait 2 (Sorry 4 the Wait 2!)
That AK shoot like K Du (bop!)
Had to tell myself, "Tune, just stay tuned" (ay)
Swear I got the hardest floor, my shit break brooms (ooh!)
Uh, I been hot since 1998, nigga (ay)
That's 98 degrees, Nick Lachey, nigga (ay!)
Hope you know the Feds got Instagram
They liking every photo that you take, nigga!
I was totin' a gun before a switchblade (yeah)
Cut your head off and put it on display (bitch)
Boy, we find out where you live and then we invade (bitch)
Boy, we do not kill no kids, but your bitch dead (bitch!)
Ooh, shawty like the way that you floss out (ay)
Till I shoot you in the head, now she grossed out (ugh!)
I'm the boss, you just heard it from the horse mouth
I told a nigga count on me and niggas lost count
This world is only preparation for the next (alright)
Money bags under my eyes, money over rest
Tryna get a hundred M's out the alphabets (uh)
Open up my mouth to smile, ooh, treasure chest (ooh!)
Ooh, DJ Stevie J keep the Glock on him (Steve J!)
I just bought a new .44 and I'm a proud owner (bop, bop, bop!)
Belfast and Monroe, that was our corner (that's true!)
Fuckin' fast in your ho, ooh, cowabunga
Sip some lean, pop a Xan bar (Xan bar)
My bougie bitch pussy taste like caviar (caviar)
Once I fuck a bitch, her pussy is a landmark (ay)
I don't know how you like your steak, but I'm in rare form (get 'em!)
Fuck them bitchass niggas, fuck whoever care for 'em (get 'em!)
Mama jumped out a plane, I was air-borne (see ya)
Gold watches, gold chains; watch for Leprechauns (what?)
Favorite subject was PE, Pablo Escobar
Kill him when he least expect it, at a restaurant (blaow!)
Throw him with the rest of 'em, in a reservoir (run it)
I'm the renaissance man, peep my repertoire
Excuse my French, but it's menage a trois, au revoir! (ayy!)
Woo, my Nina Ross got a bad mouth (yeah)
Yea, I'm consuming grass like a cash cow (yeah)
Give a fuck 'bout a police with his badge out (fuck 'em!)
If you ain't got a warrant, get up out my damn house!
This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 (2!)
This a all white affair, I brought the yay through (come on)
She said, "Tunechi, skate through, and I'ma skate you"
I'm aimin' at your grapefruit, bop, grape juice! (ah!)
Woo, tell them bitches free dick and blow
Give me head, can't kiss no more (nope!)
I got: free jewelry, car keys, and more
And I just started robbin' like a week ago!
Hundred diamonds on my bitch, I don't bling no more (no!)
Two hundred thousand for a show, you gotta speak to Po (Po!)
Yeah, got me on my Young Money shit (Young Money shit)
No Cash Money, just Young Money shit (woo!)
Woo, got me on my Young Money shit, yeah
[Outro]
Yeah, hahaha
My nigga Chaz Ortiz in this bitch with me
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Mama Mia[Verse 1]
What's good, brother?
Beat 'round the bush and I'ma come around with a bush cutter and look for you
You niggas talkin' too much shit
I'm about to find a good plumber
Y'all lil' niggas is some foot soldiers, I'm a foot fungus
You dead, brother
I ain't a killer, but don't push me, like a red button
The gun headbutt you like "Bang, bang, bang, bang"
'Til your heart stop drummin'
I shoot you while the sun don't shine, this a hot summer
But fall dawg, I knock a wall off with this sawed-off
This bitch sound like a hard cough
I'm a wizard with this mothafucka like I went to Hogwarts
Cut the hog head and the tail off
I'm the nigga bitches put a spell on
And once it wear off, then, bitch, don't touch me like a airball
Say slime, I done ate slime, money tall like 8'9"
But I'm still starvin' like a skinny model in LA slime, that plate mine
Hooded up like Trayvon, no FaceTime
I don't FaceTime with my new thang
New Tang clan, like Raekwon, I'm stupid, nigga
Dumb, deaf, brazy, cray-cray, blind
But I still see in the dark, nigga
Dark nigga, Akon
I'm on my shit like maggots
And they then they grow and they fly
Got real bitches with fake asses
With real views and fake eyes
It's stupid, I'm stupid
I'm out of my Kufi, narcotic abuser
No needles, 'cause my pockets balloonin'
Your partners is poodles
Your bears is cubs, your crocodile's toothless
Titty-fuck your baby mama
She breastfeed your child while I do it, I'm stupid
[Bridge]
Your crocodile's toothless
Titty-fuck your baby mama
She breastfeed your child while I do it, I looped it
(Mama Mia)

[Verse 2]
I'm out of my Tunechi, I'm mindin' my Tunechi
I'm shinin' my Uzi
They find 'em, I lose 'em, I'm hidin' out
Hopin' I don't smell like all these fuckin' vaginas I'm douchin'
Droppin' these jewels, it's precious like I'm droppin' my jewelry
I'm out of my Gucci, you not on my Gucci, that's not an exclusive
Designers, excuse me, massagers masseuse me
Oops, I mean masseuses massage me, I'm gruesome, I'm grimey
Turn you and lil' mami, to tuna salami
You pukin', she vomit, that's beautiful science
That's Tune in a Masi', that's who in a Hyundai
You stupid or drowsy? I pew in the 'Gatti
Pew, pew and I got 'em, pew, pew and I got 'em
Lil' Tunechi a shotta
Come through with my shottas, catch you and your thotta
Turn a nigga noodle to nada
Find it amusin', it's like it's a movie
This life is a movie, you died in the movie, I write and produce it
I cried as I view it, I'm lyin', I'm goofin', I'm tyin' my nooses
Lightin' my fluids, ignitin' influence, wait
Retire like Ewings, I'm high like I flew in
And my wife lookin' Jewish, wait
My money look Arabic, blunt lookin' Cuban
My eyes look Korean, the coke look Peruvian, wait
She European and she from Aruba, she from the States
Ass overseas, pussy foreign food, we overate
We throw them B's up high as the moon, suwu in space
I come from Mars, but I act like I'm from the Planet of the Apes
Mansion with a gate with some nice landscapes, the Atlantic across the way
Don't ask me what I make, I'ma be answerin' all day
Got a hammock, I'ma lay with a naked bitch with just a bandana on her face
And I just psstt, took off, errr- and landed on her face
I cannonballed her face
Fuck her to some Diana Ross and faint
Damn, I lost the faith
Don't judge me, I took the stand and fought the case
You can't avoid the Drac'
Drip Bayless, I'm feelin' Shannon Sharpe today
Big rocks in my mouth, can't remember how many asteroids I ate
Your pastor called today, I told him that your casket on the way
Now pass the phone to bae
I'm bringin' a pole, you dancin' on his grave
He faker than the lashes on his babe, I'm like lashes on a slave
I'm ashin' on his head
He ain't got no credit and his Apple Card is dead
What's in your wallet?
[Outro]
(Mama Mia)
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No Type[Hook]
'Cause I ain't got no type, no
But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite
Counting dirty money all night, where the wipes?
I like my Swisher Sweet fat as fuck with cellulite
Yeah, my bitch got a wife
Yeah, got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite
And these niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line
They pockets saying vacant, and my shit say occupied

[Verse]
Yeah, bad bitch on my team, mmm
Bad bitch on my team, just like Katniss Everdeen
Got lipstick everywhere
I got her shaking on this dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick like a electric chair, lawd
I got liquor, I got cigarettes
And these pussy ass niggas just got PMS
I don't think you should see him, nor live off per diem
She just took off her clothes and said you ain't lyin'
She pretty like the bride of Frankenstein
She kill it like she married to the mob
I can't let one of these hoes lock me down mama
She said don't worry son I'll help you make bond
'Cause these hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades
Don't let it blow up in your face now
Had to buy my dick a barricade
And a mothafuckin' K9
Diamonds in my teeth, I'm eating carrot cake
So hard for me to put on a fake smile
I had to buy my dick a barricade
And a mothafuckin' K9
I got cocaine, I got cigarettes
I don't do neither, it's at my bitch request
She like bad boys, I'm her crook in the neck
Her suicide note say she love me to death
Ooh, for her Lewinsky is so critical
And I didn't mean to get political
I watch her, let her figure slither
But I don't look into her snake eyes
[Hook 2]
I ain't got no type, no
But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite
I been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes?
I like my Swisher Sweet fat as fuck with cellulite
My bitch got a wife, got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite
And these niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line
They pockets saying vacant, and my shit say occupied
But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite
I been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes?
I like my Swisher Sweet, fat as fuck, with cellulite
My bitch got a wife, got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite
And these niggas talking crazy but they don't get out of line
I'm sorry for the wait til I drop that Carter 5

[Outro]
'Cause these hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades
Don't let it blow up in your face now
Had to buy my dick a barricade
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Interlude[Produced by Willy Will]

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Carter IV, it's on
Yeah, it sound like that Lil', man, they be like "Wayne
That nigga right over there, that nigga's from another planet"
Cut the weed, pop-pop
Insanity shit, niggas from this planet can't see
U-u-u-u-uhh

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Hot's what it is, watch what the kid drops
I'ma get the prop if you're not with the biz
Not only other regions, I really popped at the crib
So hatin' motherfuckers, you better stop with the jibs
Off of the thizz, but I'm boss
It don't matter what the cost
When I live right across from the Wiz
Killa City will have a nigga lost in the Mid
Leavin' nothin' but mothers stuck and plus a coffin to give
What is happening is a merger, different levels of murder
Lil Weezy cookin' and I'm a server
Further, that's what I'ma get doing this
Remember when eating Gerber
Mama said to kill 'em all and I heard her
Thank you Baby for what became Lil Wayne
He's gettin' all the people knowin' that Strange in the game
I been really able to hang in the fame
But when he shouted my name, it's been a change in my lane
I'm a Klusterfuk and lovin' nothin' but to get your brain
And I be stuck in lust and quick to a bust a nut
And take a nigga's dame with no shame
Really be bussin' up, they thinkin' they thuggin' tough
But never do knuckle up, you in the gang, you bang
You drug and touchin' every thang, you lame
Sucka, you cannot sustain the reign
Tech N9ne is such a cuckoo in this
Ballin' nigga, Strange Music, crew threw swishes
I know a lot of you prolly never knew who this is
Well, you listenin' to Tecca Nina, Soo Woo bidness
[Verse 2: André 3000]
Today, I feel electric gray, I hope tomorrow neon black
I tell a nigga, "All those flows are borrowed"
It’s the pharaoh, Three Stacks
I woke up in Cairo, lookin’ at stars
So bright in the sky, I thought they were marbles
No car doors, whatcha call those?
A whole carload, of raw hoes
In a Jeep Defender
Please remember, don’t feed the Simba
Three’s assembled like nobody
He's a symbol of what's safari
Pulled her ponytail to my body
She’s the only girl that was smart e-nough
To call me 'Mr. Benjamin' in the middle of a wild party
Skin was cinnamon; I pound it harder
How come the only girls that are thought of
Are the light ones? Well tonight then
We gon’ do it, do it, do it for the dark ones
It’s important that you are more than
Welcome to Tha Carter IV and
Y’all enjoy it, I will go ‘head
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Gonorrhea[Intro]
Sound like my mic is right

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I am not a human
Shout to all my moon men
Yeah they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in
It's a crazy world, so I stay in mine
And niggas don’t cross the line
Niggas stay in line
Like welfare
I'm Saint Elsewhere
Hotter than the Devil? Nigga, hell yeah
Rock-a-bye baby
Homicide baby
That's more tear drops, call me cry baby
What you talking 'bout? Tell it to my 9
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms
I’m a young God
Swagger unflawed
Bitch, I'm in the building, you in the front yard
Life's a bitch, naw, better yet a dumb broad
And I bet I can fuck the world and make it cum hard
Yeah, you boys is washed up
And I’m shitting on 'em like two girls and one cup, yuck
Weezy Baby AKA Bring The Money Home
Pull out a AK and pop you in your funny bone
Laugh now, die later motherfucker
You's a bitch like Zeta Phi Beta motherfucker
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Man I’m so tired of balling, I sleep a lot now
I’ll let my goons rush ya, like Moscow
Gun at your eyebrow: Pow-Pow
Man I ball hard, even with five fouls
Yeah, we in this bitch, like tampons
Dump you in the woods, now get your camp on
Choke-hold around this shit 'cause I’m so hands-on
I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on
Back against the wall, and my two feet is what I stand on
Diva in the room, she blowing me just like a band horn
Got her on her knees, the same knees that she be praying on
Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital "You can join"
Yeah, what y’all wanna do? I’m all ears
Smoking on that headband, call that shit that Paul Pierce
I’m just so ahead of my time like dog years
Bal' like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears
[Hook: Lil Wayne & Drake]
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea (ha-ha)
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea (Uh, yeah)
Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea

[Verse 3: Drake]
I am spending much more than I’m making
On these cars and these vacations, is that too much information?
I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racing
With a windshield full of tickets cause I live right by the station
I am tryna figure out why you so mad at me
Yes, I’m with Young Money, tell that magazine stop asking me
I be with the dread with the tattoos on his head
And a flag the color red like a fucking low battery
(Okay) Nigga peep the shit I’m wyling on
I be with your baby mama, you be with your child at home
Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of styrofoam
Big cheese big bread call that shit a calzone
(Okay) I will break your fucking collar bone
Us against the world, better pick which fucking side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady putting mileage on
And we about to kill 'em, C4, Mr. Carter's home
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
We some asshole niggas, call us diarrhea
The money keep growing, yep, it's growing like a Chia
Yeah, I call it how I see it
Y’all some pussy ass niggas: we should call ya gonorrhea
You keep talking that shit, I’ma see ya
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Dope Niggaz[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, I thank the Lord I'm not a broke nigga, I’m dope, nigga
Change my name, I ain't like average Joe, nigga
Up above wit' my above average ho, nigga
Tight frame with a tight cameltoe, nigga
I got killers on the front line, you on the sideline
Follow the guidelines or you be in the skyline
Killas on the inside, and on your blindside
Shoot you right between your motherfuckin’ eyebrows
Ooh, kill 'em - It's that "Carter V", let me get 'em
I'm feeling like John Gotti Lennon
And you gon' respect my mind and my sign and my emblem
You got money on your mind and we aimin' at your temple
Check me out or just be quiet in the library, nigga
Or the flowers on your grave gon' be dyin’ every winter
And as long as I’m alive I'm a financial wizard
Long as I can make a dollar out a dime and a nickle
Thank the Lord I’m not a broke nigga

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I get money, I'm a hustler
So if you buyin' what I'm sellin’, you a customer
See I can get it to you anywhere, anything
But it's point-blank range when the pistol bang
I mix it up, I fix it up and I switched it up
I locked down this end and got it twisted up
See I'm a dog, but I loc with my locs
They say, "You are what you smoke"
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I grew up around dope niggas
Uh, uh, uh, dope niggas
I grew up around dope niggas

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I grew up around dope niggas and cold killers
And most niggas was both, nigga, two sport niggas
I was no different from those niggas, but I was chose, nigga
See those niggas somewhere with me in these hoes, nigga
Momma was a go-getter, a coach, nigga
Taught me everything I know, nigga, a soul sister
Taught me how to be a goal tender, support system
For that bitch, you played her role with ya and those children
I ain't lyin', slime, all my niggas balling, it's a fuckin' team sport
I could change the world, but I done lost the remote
All my niggas balling, that's how it's supposed to be, ho
I could change the world, I'd rather change to beast mode
Coke sniffers and dope stickers
And most niggas was both, nigga, explode, nigga
Pop a motherfuckin' cork, nigga, to those niggas
'Cause life's too fuckin' short, nigga, get old, nigga
I ain't lyin', got a gold mirror just to see my goals clearer
Be a role player, role model, while you roll with 'em
They say you don't need to be with us, stay on the road, nigga
That way I wouldn't come to the end of the road with 'em
Man, all my niggas targets, that's includin' me, ho
I could change the world, I'd rather change the people
And definitions 'cause we're defined by our legal roles
All your haters fuelin', my needle broke
Lord, I ain't a broke nigga
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga
I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Lil Wayne]
I get money, I'm a hustler
So if you buyin' what I'm sellin', you a customer
See I can get it to you anywhere, anything
But it's point-blank range when the pistol bang
I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga
I mix it up, I fix it up and I switched it up
I locked down this end and got it twisted up
See I'm a dog, but I loc with my locs
They say, "You are what you smoke"

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I grew up around dope niggas
Uh, uh, uh, dope niggas
I grew up around dope niggas
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Playing with Fire[Intro]
StreetRunner
[Chorus: Betty Wright & Lil Wayne]
So you've got so many diamonds
You wear all the finest clothes
And your grill is shining
As you're driving down the streets of gold
But you can't blame me
If I set this stage on fire
Ha!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Momma always told me I was crazy
And my hoes say I'm amazing, but I don't listen to a lady
But the bitch say I'm hot, and I say "No bitch, I'm blazing"
Like, what the fuck you expect? I'm a motherfucking Cajun
I feel caged in my mind, it's like my flow doing time
I goes crazy inside, but when it comes out—it's fine
Like wine; wait, watch...
See? I get better with time like a watch
Osh B'Gosh, Posh Spice husband
Couldn't kick it like I kick it, bitch! I Kix it
No cereal, like a landing, I sticks it
Wherever she asks me, after she licks it
"That's too explicit"; well, why you listening?
*Sniff* I smell smoke, and something's sizzling
That's her pussy
So, hey, pussy; play with pussy or play pussy
[Chorus: Betty Wright & Lil Wayne]
But you can't blame me
If I set this stage on fire
Hahahaha!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
They say, "You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
Well, where I'm from, you're nobody 'til you kill somebody
And you know what they say; when you great
It's not "murder," it's "assassinate"
So assassinate me, bitch
'Cause I'm doing the same shit Martin Luther King did
Checking in the same hotel, in the same suite, bitch
Same balcony, like, "Assassinate me, bitch!"
It's Lil Tunechi
I don't rap, I film movies
With my rap, you could call me
"Mr. Director's Chair," yeah, and that's a wrap
Cut! On to the next...
Not the next scene, bitch, the next check
Some say the X makes the sex 'spec-
So play with the pussy or play pussy

[Chorus: Betty Wright & Lil Wayne]
So you've got so many diamonds
Hey, pussy, lay pussy
You wear all the finest clothes
Do what I... say, pussy, and I say, I say
And your grill is shining
Lay pussy, lay pussy, lay, pussy, haha
As you're driving down the streets of gold
Hey, pussy, haha!
But you can't blame me
Hey pussy, don't play pussy
If I set this stage on fire!
Get 'em!
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Straight off the corner of Apple and Eagle
Braveheart, bitch, like the times are medieval
Married to the game, divorced the cathedral
Standing on the corner selling porcelain to people
Forced into evil, it's all in your head
It's all so cerebral, call me Knievel
You follow and I lead you, straight to the needles
The bottles, the battles, the beetles'll eat you
Momma named Cita—I love you, Cita
'Member when your pussy second husband tried to beat ya?
'Member when I went into the kitchen, got the cleaver?
He ain't give a fuck, I ain't give a fuck neither
He could see the devil, see the devil in my features
He could smell the ether, you can see Cita
You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features
And she don't play neither

[Chorus: Betty Wright]
But you can't blame me
If I set this stage on fire!

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
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Racks[Verse]
I can't fuck with ho niggas, I can't trust these hoes neither
Wake up early in the mornin', eat that pussy like cold pizza
Hatin' ass niggas be baller blocking, actin' like some goalkeepers
There's a reason for everything, but my niggas kill for no reason
Camo shorts with a ho-beater, all-black hoodie, I'm Grim Reaper
Look like it's time for spring cleaning
Brand-new spanking streetsweeper
Been in the game, I'm knee deeper
I like good head, I like good reefer
All my niggas strapped and ready to set it off, Queen Latifah
Got a chopper with a drum, split Swishers with my thumb
Get money like Donald Trump, double-barrel on that pump
This kush I got ain't no chump, get stupid and get stomped
Two guns, I call 'em Kriss Kross, Kriss Kross'll make you jump
Gotta do what a nigga gotta do
Got goons, I ain't even gotta shoot
Got a bunch of bad bitches by the pool, I like my bitches in twos
Gotta go, I stick it and move, G-code, I stick to the rules
Last night I got so high I swear to God I went to the moon
I'm on that shit you can't get nowhere
You pussy boy, don't go there
If I don't do nothing I'mma ball, no hair
Smoking on that "Oh yeah," my niggas tote that hardware
What you 'bout, whoadie? My niggas 'bout that warfare
Real nigga since day one 'cause I ain't promised day two
Throw that pussy at me, bitch, I think I'm Babe Ruth
Droptop Maybach on the way, yeah, that's that new Landaulet
She let me into her jungle, I'm gonna hit her with that rattlesnake
Guns clap like patty-cake, Blood gang red bandana face
Make them pussies pop they self, you can call that "masturbate"
I don't front, don't fabricate, I get high, I gravitate
Weezy F. Baby, bitch, the "F" is for Fascinate
Louisiana, I'm from that swamp, I'ma pull this bitch out and dump
Better run like Forrest Gump, fuck you and where you from
Three, Two, I am the One, job well done
I ball 24/7, 3-6-5, twelve months
What's up Redbone? What's up Caramel?
Come to Wayne's World, it's a fairy tale
Yeah I'm high, bitch; bitch, I parasail
Carter 4 is late, sorry for the wait
[Outro]
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I Do It[Intro: Big Sean]
Phew, phew, yeah
If  you weigh me down then I gotta remove you
If  you in my way, then I gotta go through you (Don, Don)
Look, look, look, funeral

[Chorus: Big Sean]
I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh)
They  say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (Huh)
You  in my way, need to move, bitch (Huh)
Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Huh)
This  a win-win, swear I'm so choosy
Money spread on me like Boosie
Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin'
All  these burners here hot, but we coolin'
I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid
My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'"
I'm 'posed to have no gun, I got two of 'em
I never remind a nigga what I do for 'em
I was dead broke, sleep on the futon
Now I'm up, now I'm big house, few of 'em
Everyday I'm lit, my life like a re-run
If I take your shit, can't give you no refund
Ten mil' for a deal I agree on
I put on for Atlanta like Deion
Chrome Heart glasses, I can't see 'em
From the apartments to an arena
Where that lil' boy been? I ain't seen him
Look at God's child drivin' the Demon
Fuck what you heard
[Chorus: Big Sean, Lil Wayne, Big Sean & Lil Wayne]
I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh)
They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (Huh, yeah)
You in my way, need to move, bitch (Yeah)
Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah)
This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy
Money spread on me like Boosie
Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I don't talk shit, bitch, I do shit (I do shit)
Soft top on my car like it's Jewish (It's Jewish)
Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Ray Lewis)
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
Lil Tunechi, I'm in this bitch on the cookie like Lucious (Yeah)
I'm gonna sip, got that purple pollution (Yeah)
I get the checks and just do it no swooshes (Yeah)
Flex on my ex then I flex on my new bitch (Yeah)
No disrespect, I bust down the noose (Yeah)
Put it on my neck, now my neck is a nuisance (Yeah)
I am a mess, I am a mutant (Yeah)
Bullets go through your vest like it's translucent
I smoke the best exclusive
I'm somewhere else secluded (Secluded)
Fly to death, and your bitch just flew in
You a ref, my nigga, you blew it (You blew it)
I don't sketch, but the pistol, I drew it
Told myself to continue my duties
I got money from 2002, that I ain't seen since 2002
Me, Sean, and Brazy, my nigga, we boolin'
Ballin' so brazy, I dribble and shoot it
Just like I play for Emilio Pucci
I treat the Wraith like that bitch is Suzuki
I need a favorite woman like The Fugees
It's me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges
My skate stance is goofy, my bae ass is stupid
No fake asses truly, I'm makin' her moon me
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
[Chorus: Big Sean, Lil Wayne, Big Sean & Lil Wayne]
I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (I do it)
They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (I knew it)
You in my way, need to move, bitch (Move bitch, huh)
Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah, yeah)
This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy (Yeah, yeah)
Money spread on me like Boosie
Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Lil Baby, Lil Wayne, & Big Sean]
I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' (No snoozin')
All of these burners here hot, but we coolin' (Yeah, snorin')
I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid
My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'" (Yeah)
I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it
My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'"
Fake money, should keep your two cents (That mulah)
Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Yeah)
If you weigh me down, then I gotta remove you
If you in my way, then I gotta go through you
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Tie My Hands[Produced by Robin Thicke]

[Intro: Robin Thicke]
We are at war with the universe
The sky is falling and the only thing that can save us now
Is sensitivity and compassion
Da da da, da-da-da, da da da
Da da da, da-da-da, da da da, ooohh
But I know one thing's for sure
I'm gonna get my kicks before it all burns down

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, some say tragedy's hard to get over
But sometimes that tragedy means it's over
Soldier, from the academy league of rollers
I deny being down though they seem to hold us
My shoulders are strong, I prove 'em wrong
I ain't doing nothing but moving on, let the truth be known
But they talked that freedom at us
And didn't even leave a ladder, damn

[Verse 2: Robin Thicke]
I work at the corner store
We all got problems, problems
No one's gonna fly down low
No one's gonna save us now
How you feel you're not alone
We're all just jealous, jealous
We don't reach the sky no more
We just can't overcome, no
[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
You tie my hands, what am I gonna be?
What have I done so bad? What is my destiny?
You tie my hands, what am I suppose to see?
What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be?

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I, knock on the door, hope isn't home
Fate's not around, the luck's all gone
Don't ask me what's wrong, ask me what's right
And I'mma tell you what's life, and did you know
I lost everything? But I ain't the only one
First came the hurricane, then the morning sun
Excuse me if I'm on one
And don't trip if I light one, I walk a tight one
They tryna tell me keep my eyes open
My whole city underwater, some people still floating
And they wonder why black people still voting
Cause your president still choking
Take away the football team, the basketball team
And all we got is me to represent New Orleans, shit
No governor, no help from the mayor
Just a steady beating heart and a wish and a prayer
Let's pray

[Verse 4: Robin Thicke]
These friends they come and go
But I got family, family
These kids so fast they grow
They learn so quickly now
That there's nowhere to go
That there's no future, future
Don't make this here so low
And we can't overcome, no
[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
You tie my hands, what am I gonna be?
What have I done so bad? What is my destiny?
You tie my hands, what am I suppose to see?
What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be?

[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, and if you come from under that water then there's fresh air
Just breathe, baby, God's got a blessing to spare
Yes, I know the process is so much stress
But it's the progress that feels the best
Cause I came from the projects straight to success, and you're next
So try, they can't steal your pride, it's inside
Then find it and keep on grinding
Cause in every dark cloud, there's a silver lining, I know

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See right now we just riding on love
A shot in the dark
We ain't tryin to do nothing but hit the heart
We need love
That's all y'all, that's all

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
You tie my hands, what am I gonna be?
What have I done so bad? What is my destiny?
You tie my hands, what am I suppose to see?
What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be?
You tie my hands, what am I gonna be?
What have I done so bad? What is my destiny?
You tie my hands, what am I suppose to see?
What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be?
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, born right here in the USA
But due to tragedy looked on by the whole world as a refugee
So accept my emotion
Do not take it as an offensive gesture
It's just the epitome of my soul and I must be me
We got spirit y'all, we got spirit
We got soul y'all, we got soul
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Got Money[Intro: Lil Wayne & T-Pain]
Pl-Pl-Play-N—Play-N—Play-N-Skillz!
Yeah, yeah!
I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money (Woo! Uh-huh!)
Right now to the VIP section (Woo, yeah!)
You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby (Yeah!)
Yeah
Haha, yeah (Uh-huh!)
Young (ay-hey)
Young, Young, Young, Young Mula baby!

[Chorus: T-Pain]
If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah)
Take it out your pocket and show it; then, throw it, like (Fly!)
This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!)
This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way
If you getting mugged from everybody you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly!)
This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!)
This-a-way (Fly!) that-a-way (Yeah, uh-huh, alright, alright)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Now, I was bouncing through the club
She love the way I Diddy-bop
I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop
Now, I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked
Say, I ain't never been a chicken, but my semi cocked
Now, where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out
And we so 'bout it-'bout it, now what are you about?
DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop
"Young Money, Lil Wayne," then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry
Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes—Young Money!
[Chorus: T-Pain, Lil Wayne, Both]
If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah)
Then take it out your pocket and show it; then, throw it like (Fly!)
This-a-way (Fly!) that-a-way (Fly! Yeah)
This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way
If you getting mugged from everybody you see (Yeah)
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly! Come on)
This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly! Come on)
This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Streets!)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
It go one for the money, two for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll (Chris)
Like some clap-on lights in this bitch
I'ma be clapping all night in this bitch (Uh-huh)
Lights off (Uh-huh), mask on (Uh-huh)
Creep silent (Uh-huh), she smiling (Ugh)
He mugging—who cares?
'Cause my goons are right here
Like it's nothing to a big dog
And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains
I'm in so much ice, they yell, "Skate, Wayne!"
She wanna fuck Weezy, but she wanna rape Wayne

[Chorus: T-Pain, Lil Wayne, Both]
If you got money (Yeah, and I'ma let her) and you know it (Yeah)
Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly! Uh-huh)
This-a-way (Fly! Uh-huh), that-a-way (Fly! Uh-huh)
This-a-way (Fly! Uh-huh) that-a-way (Yeah)
If you getting mugged from everybody you see (Yeah, ugh)
Then hang over the wall of the VIP, like—
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Okay, it's young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A Mr. Make-it-Rain-On-Them-Hoes, like ayy!
And everybody say:
"Mr. Rainman can we have a rainy day?"
Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella
'Ella, 'ella, 'ella, ayy!
Bitch ain't shit but a ho and a trick
But you know it ain't trickin' if you got it
You know we ain't fuckin' if you not thick
And I'll cool your ass down if you think you hot shit
So Rolex-watch this: I do it, four-five-six
My click-clack goes the black four-fifth
And just like it, I'll blow that shit
'Cause, bitch, I'm the bomb, like "Tick, tick," biatch!

[Chorus: T-Pain]
If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah)
Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly!)
This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!)
This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way
If you getting mugged from everybody you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like
This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!)
This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, it's young Wayne on them hoes
AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes
Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes
Make a stripper fall in love: T-Pain on them hoes, uh-huh

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Um... Young Mula, baby15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Levels[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Man all you pussy niggas drive me crazy
Make me sick to my stomach, I feel nauseated
All you haters hold hands and jump off a building
I could still taste her pussy, memorabilia
Backpack full of artillery, one me, no equivalent
These niggas acting like lil bitches
I don’t understand this shit like you scribbled it
Took her clothes, step back and exhibit it
Then tear her ass up like a parking ticket
The end of the road is at walking distance
Have to get that blood off my hands, left the faucet drippin
In yo face like a airbag in a car collision
My weed man so consistent
I’m stayin rich, tryin not to make poor decisions
Everything I do I plan it out like a solar system
Nigga if you clumsy you gon slip and fall a victim to me
Your bitch is sendin' naked pictures to me
Then she shoot over to my house, I scoot over in a bed
I shoot off in her mouth then she bit the bullet uh
Skatin on em like I’m Lil Wayne
And the weed so strong I can feel veins
Write it down, take a picture, now I feel framed
The drugs got me so numb I can’t feel ashamed
And my girl at home with the mood swings
Girl I gotta make a few runs like Usain
Wish I had a penny for my thoughts for some loose change
Hungry niggas going at yo neck for that food chain
Pop some pills that make me sleepy
Hoes creep me in they Teepee
I hope that pussy taste like kiwi
Hope it’s nicer than Tahiti, hopin I could get a freebie
Leavin a nigga body floatin with a mouth full of seaweed
What's in my Louis backpack, that’s E.T
Snitches give me the heebeegeebees
I hope they’ll disappear, where the fuck is Houdini?
I got niggas on my side, you got niggas on yo back
I’mma yell timber, money grow on trees
Money over queens, fuck you blow me
I sit back enjoy the breeze, hoes prettier than please
I don’t really do shit but sit back and call the shots
She poured out her heart, I had it on the rocks
Red beam on yo head, that’s a cherry on top
You don’t wanna keep your cool, I know niggas that’ll die uh
I danced with the devil in my dreams
When I wake up I still hear the same song
Make me wanna blow a motherfucker brains out
Flood warning nigga, I’m about to brainstorm, lil nigga
I’ll take yo main ho, make her call her homegirl
Make em share the same dick
It’s that motherfuckin Dedication 5
I just hope I’ll be alive to see a Dedication 6
Lil Tunechi
[Verse 2: Vado]
Ayo it’s levels to this shit, levels to this shit
Been doing MIA since Levels was the shit
And niggas know I’m on another level with this shit
I’m pedaling the 6, full metal when it hit
All I need is a shovel and a ditch
You done dig me a hole then you show me where it is
Run in his home and show me where the kids
Put one in his dome while he going in his fridge
That’s me, him nigga
Black piece AP, gold trim nigga
Black jeans, grey tee, old Tim’s nigga
Backstreet, everything go for 10 nigga
Keep quiet, beef we deep fry it
I’m in the streets like Rodney King’s riots
Mommy opposed their lead tight
On that old bullshit, Pete Myers
They scream and seize fire
My audible like Godfather meets Wire
A felon in the whip
Rollin 3 6’s, devil on trips
Shots whistled like a kettle when it’s lit
I’m tryin to go ballistic, shadow in the ship
Call the Barney Rubble in the whip
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Money On My Mind[Intro]
Yeah
Money on my mind, money on my mind (Yeah)
Money on my mind, money—money on my mind (Yeah)
Money on my mind, money on my mind (That's right)
Money—money on my mind
So money is all I think of (That's right)
Money on my mind, money on my mind (Bitch)
Money on my mind, m—m—m—money on my mind (You know)
M—m—m—money on my mind (Bitch)
Money—money on my mind (Bitch)
Money—money on my mind
So money is all I think of (Ayy)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Stepping out the motherfuckin' car, they in awe (Yeah)
I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me, make a wish
Holler at your motherfuckin' boy, JR (Brr)
Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (Yeah)
Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed 'cause my toilet paper thick
I know
But trip and that 40 make a chip out a potato-head wimp
Then like ranch, I dip (Gone)
And the hustle is all muscle, just strength
When it comes to that weight, I don't struggle, I just lift (One, two)
I got my hand on the game, yeah, I make a grip (Yeah)
Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist
Get key money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist (Haha)
I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp (Yeah)
Lil nigga 'bout to rape the market
If we talking 'bout money, baby, now we talkin'
[Chorus]
Yeah
Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches (Yeah)
Get money, get money, get money (Bitch), yeah
Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money

[Verse 2]
Yeah
Nigga get it in a slumber if you know how (Uh)
In the heart of the summer, we need a snowplow
What you know 'bout that? Baby, it's your time
Coke transactions on the phone, we call it blowjobs (Yeah)
Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops
Had to ditch my old bitch, gettin' sloppy with the pots (Bitch)
Hoppin' off the boat, meetin' papi at the docks (What up?)
He tell me I'm gainin' weight, I tell him I'm gettin' paid (Yeah)
Money over bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave
Developed at a young age (What?), go after what pays (Yeah)
These Gabbana sunshades block the sun rays (Bitch)
I drop a car note in the mall on the first date (Damn)
I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way (Yeah)
That cake, like it's, it's my birthday
New Orleans my birthplace, you heard me?
Where money's more important than a person, nigga
[Chorus]
Yeah
Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches
Get money, get money, get money (Bitch), yeah
Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money

[Verse 3]
Twisting up a blunt, thinking 'bout my next dollar (Okay)
I'm digging in the game, tryna get some money out her (Okay)
I'm so vain, it's a problem (Yeah)
There ain't a stain on these Pradas (Uh-uh)
I'm just bein' modest (Yeah)
Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it (Bitch)
She still down and she don't get none of the profit (Yeah)
Wheel 'round the city, let the tints hide me
That's a cold motherfucker, whoever inside it (Yeah)
Forever symbolizin' the grind, it don't walk to you
I make it run like horses do (Uh)
Giddy up, baby, if he got it, then hit him up, baby (Yeah)
I know it's crazy, but I can't get enough, baby (Yeah)
I love it, I fuckin' love it
I'm a self-made millionaire, fuck the public (Hah)
Ridin' to myself, 'cause I don't fuck with nothin'
Pistol on my lap on the way to the money
[Chorus]
Yeah
Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches
Get money, get money, get money, yeah
Get money, fuck bitches
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Trap House[Verse]
Ooh! Yeah
Lil Tunechi got it jumpin' like Jordan
These pussy ass niggas can't guard me
These rookie ass niggas still crawlin'
These lookin' ass niggas eyeballin'
These hookin' ass bitches eyeballin'
But I got a bad bitch at home cooking dinner
Hi honey, I'm home, I'm starvin'
These crooked ass cops still winnin'
Black man family still mournin'
Black President ain't do nothin'
We need a real nigga up in that office
Got the White House jumpin' like Jordan
Got the crack house jumpin' like Jordan
I want my new house bigger than Jordan's
With a backyard bigger than a forest
Like "ooh" bedroom jumpin' like Jordan
Hoes at the door and they arguin'
This dick a superstar, they want stardom
My life like Bailey and Barnum's
These bitches ain't got no manners
These niggas ain't got no standards
My bitch ain't got no love handles
Boy, I'm clippin' that toe on that camel
I got bitches that'll kill for me – Charles Manson
Suck this thuggish ruggish bone, swallow that bone marrow
Ooh, chopper sittin' on my lap like the mall Santa
Nigga, shoot you all in your gall bladder
Your pallbearers need pallbearers
I'm mixing weed like gumbo
I knock your head off – Fumble
Homeboys be cutthroat
That shit got me with a lump throat
But Tunechi bigger than Elvis Presley
Young Money was my best investment
Going harder than my predecessor
I don't break records, I sets the records
Lil Tunechi coming back like Kobe
Niggas stab me in the back, I owe 'em
Got a house in the hills
Now a nigga gotta deal
With mountain lions and coyotes
Semi, I keep that semi
And friendly, I can't be friendly
Freckles, them bullet holes look like freckles
You look like Wendy's
House in the hills jumpin' like Jordan
I can't swim but I'm throwing pool parties
I got a bitch over there, and a bitch over there
A young nigga starting to feel cornered
My LA house jumpin' like Jordan
My Miami house jumpin' like Jordan
Can't forget about my house in New Orleans
So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry
I want my new bitch titties enormous
With a backyard and a pretty garden
With a pussy more pink than a orchid
Young nigga gonna treat it like a florist
I got my side bitch feeling important
I got my main bitch feeling immortal
I got my ex bitch feeling insulted
Cause wifey get money like Kimora
I got a fine bitch feeling exhausted
Cause I'mma put this dick on her 'til tomorrow
I'mma pull up on a bitch in a Gallardo
Then I'mma take the top off like a barber
I go down and kiss her Pearl Harbor
She's so down with this New World Order
Fuck the shit out her in a sauna
Sweat her hair out, she look like Al Sharpton
Got a goon named Fernando
At the front door your condo
Knock-knock, who's there?
He don't care, he's psycho
Bad bitch with a nice throat
She ice cold and she like hoes
Ooh, she just my type
These other hoes just typos
Young nigga coming back like Jordan
So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry
Yeah, a nigga had to go back to the stash
But a nigga 'stache like James Harden
Young nigga drank lean like water
Young nigga smoke weed like Marley
Young nigga on the Moon like Warren
Young nigga on this shit like Charmin
Ooh, my bitch got a rack, Dolly Parton
Fuck her all night long to some Marvin
Fall asleep in the pussy, good lordy
Woke up in a new Bugatti, good mornin'
Young nigga got guns, good luck
Nina Ross say "Me so horny"
Lil Tunechi, at the top it's so lonely
Got fat pockets, never bony
I'm with a model bitch, she so bony
I done shook shit up, it's so foamy
I just cooked this up, it's still hot
You could still smell the kitchen on me
Nigga I'll have your homies
Singing "Damn I miss my homie"
I got a mountain of weed
I got a mountain of cash
I got mountains like Wyoming
I got a bad bitch and she foreign
She always mad with me, I'm sorry
She say "Damn why you can’t call me?"
"Cause they be taxin' for that roaming"
She a tan bitch, she orange
I can’t stand a snitchin' informant
Niggas cooked crack on a Foreman
While y'all boys was still sparrin', uhh
This that Sorry For The Wait 2
Tell the dead homies you pray to
You on your way too
That the truth is hard to swallow
You got fake juice
Even Slick Rick the ruler know I break rules, ooh
Got the gas out shootin' like Jordan
I'll put your homeboy face on a T-shirt
And put your own face on a milk carton
Busy, I’ve been so busy
Ain’t even got time for quickies
That’s why my bitch been so bitchy
I’m out here tryin' to get me
I’m coming back out jumpin' like Jordan
I’m so sorry for the wait, I’m tardy
I wrote a letter to my competition
It started off with: Dearly Departed
Hippie, I be so trippy
Give her pussy a hicky
I hope she ain’t strictly dickly
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Shoot Me Down[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Open up your hearts, people
Page one, chapter one, verse motherfucking one
Yeah, uh-huh
I'm drinking hot tea, bitch
Feel me

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, now if you let me, you won't regret me
Shit, if you let me, you won't forget me
Remember? And if you don't then ponder
Hold up, bow! bow! there's a reminder
I ain't kinda hot, I'm sauna
I sweat money, and the bank is my shower
Haha, and that pistol is my towel
Haha, so stop sweating me, coward
And I would die for ours
Ride for hours, supply the flowers
This is history in the making
Now shut the fuck up and let me make it

[Chorus: D. Smith & Lil Wayne]
Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying
I'm flying, I'm higher
Please don't shoot me down
'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher
I swear this tea is at a real good temperature right now
So am I, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I spit Alcatraz bars, I know
And D-boys is the only Alphabet Boys I know
Got a .380 on my waist and Rambo back home
No more bandana 'round my dome, bandana in my right pocket
Bitch, I'm grown, fuck what you on
Now, watch me stand on the world as I sit in a throne
And if I jump, I'ma fly and look into the eagle's eye
And see, I am nothing like you, why?
Bitch, see, it gets me how nothing gets me or get to me
And if you shootin' for the stars, then just shoot me
But your bullets don't reach Mars
Paws, claws, because I'm a beast, I'm a dog
I'll get you, my picture should be in the dictionary
Next to the definition of "Definition"
Because repetition is the father of learnin'
And son, I know your barrel burnin', but—

[Chorus: D. Smith]
Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying
I'm flying, I'm higher
Please don't shoot me down
'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher
Ayy, I'ma talk to my daddy

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Papa, I did it to 'em! I'm a bastard!
And I'ma do it again, like "nigga" backwards
These niggas backwards, but they behind us
Now, watch me get high, like, time's up
Nah, D., bring the drums back
And watch me hit 'em where they lungs at, like that
I get respect 'cause if I don't, I'ma take it
I see your boys hating, and I see your girls naked
Drum, sound like a naked gun, switch clips with my thumb
Then, I pop another clip in and aim at his vision
'Cause Wayne is his vision, 'cause Wayne is the mission
I'm aiming at a mirror
[Chorus: D. Smith & Lil Wayne]
Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying
I'm flying, I'm higher
And I've done it before
Please don't make me do it no more
Please don't shoot me down
'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher
Watch me soar
Where the fuck is my guitar? Now roar
Ohhhhhhhhhh
Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying
I'm flying, I'm higher20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Problems[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
If lovin' me is wrong, I don’t wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin'
I'm never wrong, one time I thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken
I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later
I’m never home, one time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix

[Verse 1]
Off button, pause button, stop button, lock button
Belly button, big ol' titties, she pop buttons, head buttin'
Versace button down unbuttoned to the top button
Percocets, that's my buttons, hit the pop button
Psychopath, blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan
Smokin' science lab
I should have a tattoo that say, "I am nothin' like my dad"
Jesus Christ, amen
My hand in the psychic's hand, she see righteous plans
I see business plans then I lose my mind and my attention span
She see empty hands like, "Oooh, Lordy," smellin' like Cool Water
Just got them new Cartier, the Rollie was too salty
That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
My little bitch body a trophy
Naked pics, five in the morning, sunglasses, smilin’ emoji
Pull up on the opps, surprise party
Better get up and stand up like Bob Marley
That is your homie, he died for ya
Check your home screen, that's God callin’ (Hello?)
We makin' an impact, my nigga
We not just black, nigga, we rich and black, nigga
And all them bitches they been after niggas
They run away then they come limpin' back, nigga
Amen, feeling like Our Father
Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses?
That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
My lil' bitch body'll solve it
And when you say, "Timber," please, will you whisper?
My nigga, I'm quietly fallin', shhhhh
[Chorus]
If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin'
I'm never wrong, one time thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken
I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later
I'm never home, every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix

[Bridge]
Hello? Hello? Rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga
That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
I got rich nigga problems, lil whoadie

[Chorus]
If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin'
I'm never wrong, one time I thought I was wrong, I was only mistaken
I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later
I'm never home every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix

[Verse 2]
Rest in peace, I rest in peace and harmony
I don't talk, I speak, after I pray, I preach
I don't play, I cheat, after I stay, I leave
The fork in the road, grab the fork and eat
Turn that piggy bank to some hog head cheese
But you doin' nothing, well they say, "Nothin' ain't never worth nothin', but it's always free"
Psychopath
Blunt thick, thick as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin' science lab
I should have tattoo that say, "I'm nothin' like your man"
Jesus Christ, Amen!
My hand in the psychic' hand
She see righteous plans, I see power plans
She take my hands put 'em in her pants
Do the hyphy dance then I wipe my hands
Feeling like Our Father
Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses?
That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
[Refrain]
You got penny pinch nigga problems, lil whoadie
On the bench nigga problems, lil whoadie
I got a bitch nigga problem, lil whoadie
More bitches more problems, lil whoadie
That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
What is this nigga problem, lil whoadie?
I got rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Yea

[Chorus]
If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin'
I'm never wrong, one time thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken
I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later
I'm never home, one time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fingers Hurting[Hook]
She live in Fort Lauderdale
And I'm closer to South Beach
I told her to come over
She said "OK, don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife
And keep my house clean
I say "Shut the fuck up
Put this dick back in your mouth please"
I don’t see nothing wrong with
Some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch
I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone
I said I couldn't get service
My new Nina just told me
That she sick of being a virgin

[Verse 1]
Bagging up the work
For a hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my bitches help
Before they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait
The confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight
Prostitution, and these verses
Whippin' in the kitchen
In the trap house with my shirt off
I'ma get these millions
And I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin'
Talkin' bout the third ward
The D.A. was a dick
And the Judge was a jerkoff
Got a bad bitch
Body curvy like a curveball
Let her drink too much
Now her pussy taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla
Boy I'm cozy like a furball
Fuck the other side
Nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait
Had to drop this part two and shit
Just to let you know
That a nigga still doin' it
Workin' like a slave
On my Roots Part Two shit
Got to let 'em know
That Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch
Bop-bop-bop!
Fuck with me wrong get that hammer
Thank God I'm home from the slammer
Was gone for that hammer
Stompin' the yard like a gamma
Niggas was goin' bananas
I'm calm like a camel
I'm smokin' that strong like a Camel
I bet my life when we gamble
Y'all shippin' keys, we shippin' grand pianos
I'm in that Lam Diablo
Pew, like ammo
I'm gone
Two fingers up, bitch, I'm gone
Rich forever – Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin' my destiny goin'
Like the House of Deréon
This plane that I'm on
Is private, my very own
So no checkin' my carry-ons
She sent a picture naked, I said "It's on"
[Hook]
But she live in Fort Lauderdale
And I'm closer to South Beach
I told her to come over
She said "OK, don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife
And keep my house clean
I say shut the fuck up
Put this dick back in your mouth please
I don’t see nothing wrong with
Some mouth and lip service
Tunechi motherfucker
Tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone
Said I couldn't get service
My new Nina just told me
That she sick of being a virgin

[Verse 2]
Now I don't get excited
Nigga, I just get exotic
I don't get invited
To these bitches pity parties
I don't do narcotic
Even though a nigga got it
Countin' all this money
I feel like I got arthritis
Baggin' up the work
For a hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my bitches help
Before they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait
The confusion, the disturbance
Boy we movin' weight
Prostitution, and these verses
Whippin' in the kitchen
In the trap house with my shirt off
I'm gon' get these millions
And I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin'
Talking 'bout the third ward
The DA was a dick
And the Judge was a jerk off
[Outro]
We yellin'
Suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Yeah, you hear us yellin'
Suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Blood gang, nigga
And it's that Sorry 4 the Wait 2, woo
And I'm so sorry for the wait too, yea
Sorry for the wait
Had to drop that part two and shit
Just to let you know
That a nigga still doin' it
Workin' like a slave
Talking Roots part two and shit
Sorry for the wait
Lil Tunechi still Tunechi bitch85EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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U Guessed It[Intro]
Yeah
My lil brother Capo in this bitch with me
He's on that moonrock
Shit be gettin' all in your mouth – pause
Nigga!
I'm sorry for the fucking wait
Was busy
Racing Ferraris with lil Reginae
That's gangsta
You know I always come in second place
You hatin'
It's written all over your fuckin' –

[Hook]
Bitch, you jealous
Woo
And I was right, yeah, haha
Bitch, you jealous
Stuntin' on niggas
Stunt, stunt – The shit niggas don't like
Tell a fuck nigga – "Bitch, you jealous"
I'm Sorry 4 The Wait, apologetic
Bitch you jealous
Now give us our cash and our credit
[Interlude]
Pop! Hah
Sorry for the –

[Verse]
Riding 'round like Pablo
Still talking that blanco
My Nina sing soprano
So we gon' leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael
And crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than John Wayne
Make him change his name to John Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo
Lil Marly G and my bottom bitch
If I'm falling, it's bottomless
If I'm tripping, it's a power trip
Her pearl tongue like the pearly gates
And with that said, I climb the fence
My other bitches gotta ride the bench
And with that said... bitch you jealous
I'm fly like my dreadlocks propellers
I think I should headline Coachella
My woman a Queen like Coretta
And nigga you sleep with the Devil
I couldn't be Junior forever
I don't mean to ruffle your feathers
But I had to spread my wings
Ain't trying to get lemon-peppered
Got too many pistols, too many issues
Too many mistakes, too many miscues
Only made me better, it turned me into
The man I am today, I'm new and I'm improved
I got my shit right, it's just you and a tissue
Suit yourself because this suit is a rental
Now the snow is just coming in
Like I broke a window to an igloo
Slow a bitch down like "Un momento"
I'd rather get screwed than scrutinized
I'd rather get used by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking it's Uber time
I'd rather be advised than supervised
You do the math, we do the numbers
We pour champagne and expensive wine
In water guns and shoot each other
I get high, meditate like a monk
Preposterous when I get drunk
And my goons is wilder than Gronk
My do's is as bad as my don'ts
Met a kinda-cute bitch with a donk
As long as the bitch got a donk
And I smell like; pussy, money, and weed
She say "Ooh, I like your cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk
So please study hard, study long
Kill your wife, then take the bitch phone
And text you to please hurry home
And the rain drops turn into blood
Look like you just come in from a storm
And if all pussies come with walls
I hope you run into your own
Nigga
I come with that heroin flow
I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead
I ain't worried 'bout ghost
I married the MOB, we divorced
Hoo, and all that shit dead without me of course
It's nothing; a zombie, a corpse
You burnt yourself and was supposed to pass me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in Forbes, nigga
I'm sorry for the fucking wait
Was busy, searching my calendar for better days
I found 'em, you either turn the page or tear the page
Y. M., Young Money; never age
[Hook]
Bitch, you jealous, woo
And I was right, yeah
Tell a fuck nigga "Bitch, you jealous"
Stuntin' on niggas
Stunt, stunt; the shit niggas don't like, yeah
Bitch you jealous
I'm sorry for the wait, apologetic, hey
Bitch you jealous
Now give us our cash and our credit, hey

[Outro]
Pop!
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Dreams And Nightmares[Intro]
Turn the music down in my headphones, yeah
That noise in the background, that's my skateboard
That nigga Mack crazy
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
I put my shooters on they feet
I just give 'em your address, then go to sleep
The money turned my niggas into monsters
The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, Lord
The money turned my face into a stocking
Don't make me turn your baby to a hostage, boy
Don't make me turn the kid to a foster
My woman turn my dick into a Mazda, Lord
Body parts in the duffel
The bullets turn your body to a puzzle
The money turn my bitch into a monster
She know how to get a check and turn a zero to a comma, Lord
The money turn my niggas into killas
The sugar turnt the cocaine to vanilla
The money turnt the bitches into hoes
The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord
I put my shooters on they feet
Give 'em your address, then I go out to eat
Had that snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze
She from the hood but look like she from overseas
I said, "Girl you know I love you and I care for ya
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya"
She say, "Fuck these other niggas, they ain't half of ya
Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious"
I got a stay-at-home gun and a travel gun
Boy, we could sell white, in Africa
It's like, I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit
And now I'm drooling on my chain
"What happened to Wayne?"
[Verse 2]
I'm like, hold up, wait a second, y'all thought I was second?
Hating on a champ, throwing salt and not confetti
We pull up and we shoot, then we park the car and edit
Watch me pull up with no roof
Tthat's cause I walk the dog and pet it
I'm like, hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
Shoot you in your head, then just walk off like I didn't
Let my money talk so much, put my jawbone outta business
Doing numbers in this bitch, I'm like a smart phone with the digits
Bitch!
Riding 'round with the volume down
With the windows up and the choppers down
Soon as we get to your block
It's the motherfuckin' other way around
My bitch say I'm too wild
She don't even know why she stay around
I get home and I dick her down
Now she talking 'bout exchanging vows
If these bullets was paintballs
I could fuck around and I could paint a house
You could tell I'm pimpin'
Tthe way I hit the blunt with my pinkie out
I bring wine to Amy house
We smoke it out and we drank it out
And talk about these pussy niggas
Tthat ain't about what Wayne about
I'm hangin out a Mulsanne without a brain, it's out of its mind
I pull over, I push a button, it change like Optimus Prime
Speaking of change, it's a shame how these lames droppin' them dimes
We aim at your grape, knock it off, now you just vines
Blood Gang, red rain on these niggas, hot if you dry
My gang top of the line, hollerin' out "Squad, take it outside"
I'm a taxpayer, I'm a axe player, gettin' in through the back well
Red devil to the blue collared, un-enveloped blackmail
Fed up with the fed shit and Fed-Ex lost my package
My white girls say "Yeah, nigga!" My white homies act blackish
Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL
Should've  been in N.W.A., fuck the police, Five-0 and 12
One time for your mind, bitch, never say "Nevermind," bitch
You a penny short of a dime, bitch, no nonsense
Had a nine since I was nine, bitch
Yeah, born to murder
Bank account on fat, bustin' out the girdle
Tell 'em boys ain't nothin' sweet, it's sauerkraut, ya heard me?
They find ya body in New Orleans on Mardi Gras on Bourbon
Like, oh, Lord, Humphrey Bogart
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a crowbar
For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard
AK-47 spittin' flame like a blow torch
[Outro]
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Get Smoked[Hook]
09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm rollin', all my niggas rollin'
Keep that fucking red bandana: Hulk Hogan
I'm cuttin' up like scissors, coming down hard like blizzards
I'm gettin head while givin' head, that's a head-on collision
I'm on a pain pill, I keep this shit trill
These niggas ain't for real, like a fire drill
Yo ho on my back like a fuckin' fifth wheel
That bitch make her pussy open and close like fish gils
I put all my niggas on, but some of those niggas gone
Them niggas callin' my phone, leave me alone
I'm lightin' up that strong, then pass it to my bro
Numbers don't lie: except 5-0
Different colored TruckFit shirts, you niggas put on yo skirts
If I die off these percs, put a bad bitch in my hearse
My hoes lift up they shirts, I'm high as Captain Kirk
If we run out of work, we Rob, like Bert
Yeeeeaaaaaaaah Niggaaaa!

[Hook]
09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
[Verse 2:Lil Mouse]
Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him
If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them
My niggas rollin 4-seata; that bitch going, she a eater
She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater
Hit squad move burbons, young nigga on freeband
.30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man
That Glock 40 I’m thumpin man; I'm rolling with my hitters
I'll send my hitters out to go get you
Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance
Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance
Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self
Melly got the .30 on his hip, he gone need some help
I'm a gangster, nigga, and I could do this shit my fucking self
Pistol to his melon; (and what else?) it ain't gone be nothing left

[Hook]
09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Running round with my gangstas, running up on these yellow hoes
Everybody wanna fuck my bitch, her pussy lips like heaven doors
It's pussy, money, and kush, skateboards and shroom
These niggas think they the shit, these niggas perfume
Hollygrove, so Hollygrove, all I know is Hollygrove
I'm sick with it, I've been diagnosed
We don't cut the coke, that's Diet Coke
These niggas broke, I'm paid in full
Blood gang, Red Bull
My tongue like a surfboard, and her pussy like a wave pool
Tunechi

[Hook]
09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fly Away[Intro: DJ Drama]
Ahem
I'd like for you to take this time
And remember where you was
The first time you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many times you've listened to D2
Could you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a Black president
D4 and 5, we got back to business
Y'all done copied the rhymes
Y'all done stole the artwork
Tried to emulate my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram' — we are the Mixtape Blueprint
Hahaha! You welcome
A Dedication

[Verse 1: Wayne]
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; that's DNA
Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch layin' next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they make me feel A-OK
Feeling like Tony, "Grr-rr-reat!"; feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all over her T&A
She snort all this KKK, and this broad need AAA
Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; that's my DNA
You'll get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop whole Xanies straight
I got P's, I got weight, I got kis, I got gates
I got moonrock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, it's laced
I smoke doobies, don't smoke J's
Don't watch movies, don't go to plays
I watch cuties, porn, and play
I got Uzis on the way
I don't be choosey, I don't be safe
I don't get woozy, I get the waist
My bitch ballin' like Zhané, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just teach her how to save
I been sleepin' with my AK, with my finger around her waist
I been dreamin' I caught a body —
That's some sweet dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch that ain't even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, it's the home of AJ
Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one line on the plate
She's gon' take it to the face, like "thin line between love and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call that my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got Bloods everywhere you lay but ain't no blood in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like USDA
OMW to your trap, (Blap!), now I'll be On My Way
I got plugs I ain't got to pay, I got shit I ain't got to say
I got cribs way out of state, I ain't got no more pocket space
Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, lean like I wear a brace
Queens want to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is Grey
Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Six shit, (blrrrp)
[Break: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne]
Dedicated
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy
Y'all niggas still watching a master at work
I already got...
D6

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I already got the Ganja
I already got the Fanta
All black like Uganda
Hair back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a condom
Your skull crack, then we crowned you
Shark bite to a flounder
Bar fight to a bouncer, wait
All Franks like Sinatra
Face been painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody rakin' cash like it's autumn
Y'all boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a seat on this toilet
Y'all ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
Thought about your coffin and started barfin'
Thought about your orphans, how they probably starvin'
Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walkin' on the marble, feelin' like Ricardo
Walkin' 'round like the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the target
Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the targets
Waitin' on departure, waitin' on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures keep an extra cartridge
And make sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better smell like a orchid
Wetter than a wishin' well, need a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I drank a lil more water
Damn, my weed stank a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up with a redbone, scarlet
With a yellowbone car
Smoke green, that's Marley
Purple and the orange, you seen, that's horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh, F-R-uh
All the Gs in my corner, them boys so warriors
Believe we deserve every leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters layin' around my headquarters
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I report her
World on my shoulders but it's lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got white like Crayola
Nut like granola all in your bitch rollers
You never been in jail, I never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan
This is that six shit, the sickness is showin'
The sickness is spreadin', the disease is growin'
The bitches is hoein', the witnesses knowin'
The dollars are torn, they're fishin' for coins
I continue goin', I get to the boar and
I rip off his horns, six in the mornin'
Then I just yawn and forget to mourn and
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My Heart Races On[Chorus: Jake Troth]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us
Love only lasts if my heart races on
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster
‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
I'm racing on, yeah, on
I'm racing on, yeah
My heart races on

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, I'm priceless
Remember me like they remember the Titans
Reality bit me, and continue to bite me
Got no degree, but where I'm from that’s the original climate
Where you can’t tell a fiend a crack rock isn’t a diamond
Hold on
Lord, if my Bugatti come to a dead-end
I've already been everywhere except Heaven
And tomorrow’s not promised
When I'm gone but not forgotten
I hope my homies calming down my mama, Lord
I guess I'll see you on that other side
Where the flowers never die the angels never lie
Yeah, the revolution will be televised
I just hope my contribution will be memorized
Lord, mama hate I got my daddy’s eyes
Never looked into my daddy’s eyes
He ain't have the time
Fuck him
The revolution will be televised
I just hope my contribution will be memorized
[Chorus: Jake Troth & Lil Wayne]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us (Hold on)
Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on)
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on)
‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
I'm racing on, yeah (I'm gone)
On (I'm gone)
I'm racing on, yeah (I'm gone)
My heart races on

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, Tunechi, you an angel
Must be here for a reason, and that might be the main one
Fuck it, I'm making money before making changes
I sold my soul to the devil, he bought it, then exchanged it
Fuck it, I'm working, bitch, I know you see me working
Searching for better days before a better person
I'm perfect
Just ask my bitch and she’ll say that so urgent
I purchase
My children gifts and I just keep the curses
Yeah
My heart right, and my head ain't
'Cause I'm never in my right mind
But I'm Einstein when I do think
And I grew wings
If you catch a feather, just keep it
And I’ll be racing on; no shortcuts, no cheating
[Chorus: Jake Troth & Lil Wayne]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us (Hold on)
Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on)
So I step on the gas (Errrr)
Burning faster and faster (Hold on)
‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
(My heart right and my head ain't)
I'm racing on, yeah (I'm gone)
On (I'm gone)
I'm racing on, yeah
(There’s nothing left but to fly high
If you catch a feather just keep it)
My heart races on

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
This morning I woke up on my good side
Life is just a race against time so have a good time
Heart racing, thoughts racing
Competition, goodbye
I turn around and run backwards
To see what second place look like
Oh Lord, what are we running from?
The police, 'cause they already killed enough of us
Stay out them streets 'cause they don’t fuck with us
They hunting us
We in a race against racists, that’s a color run
I keep my feet above the ground
We gon' run the town
Heart racing on, beat-beat-beating, knock and pound
Love marathon, getting deeper by the mile
I see no finish line, on your mark, set, pow44EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hittas[Sample: Lil Wayne & David Letterman]
Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards?
I don't know, but I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently. She was crazy, stupid thick

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Mack in here
Pooh in here
Scoob in here with me
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them niggas back up
Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups?
Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up
Tell ’em get they iron right before Iron-Man come
Tell 'em bring my car around, tell 'em bitches lap up
I’ma cut this music down, tell 'em put they APs up
Tell 'em throw they pride out, roll the windows back up
Money in the air, who said white men can't jump?
Catch that nigga late night on the phone at a gas pump
Let me get the phone and the car once it's gassed up
AK-47 make a sittin' duck stand up
I could let it blast, but I much rather have one
Tell 'em bring my car around, tell 'em bitches lap up
Then them hoes get passed down, then them hoes get passed up
Sittin’ on this money to me feel like a cactus
I’m stickin' to this shit, you would’ve been have hopped yo' ass up
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Tell 'em, I got hittas woadie (Hittas woadie)
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie
I got hittas woadie (Hittas woadie)
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie (Plenty woadie)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie
And they just wait for the word, this shit like Wheel of Fortune
Goddamn, these snitches nosy, goddamn, these snitches nosy
Nigga, I'm a ass with that semi; call me semicolon
Yeah I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie
They kick the door and kill yo’ ass and leave the children snorin'
I'm sippin' lean out a glass, make me feel important
I made some green in the past and now it's good as golden, yeah

[Interlude: Katie Couric]
Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I got hittas, woadie
I got, yeah, I got plenty, woadie (Plenty woadie)
I got hittas, woadie (Hittas woadie)
I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Drake]
I'm so lifted, I'm so lifted
I wrote my will in hieroglyphics (In hieroglyphics)
Weezy, where you been? The people miss you
Crickets
I got hittas and they not kidders, that's my niggas
You got niggas but they not hittas, they got jitters
They get hit up, I'm placin' figures on your niggas
Takin' bidders, yo' bae, yo' niggas, don't make a difference
I got shooters, on pharmaceuticals​, they armed and brutal
Armed intruders, 'cause we don't doodle, we draw conclusions
I got sprayers, all type of sprayers, we gon' need Google
I got paper, on top of paper, we gon' need rulers
I'm effective, been doin' numbers since Roman numerals
Strong as sumo, we armed as usual, my hittas hungry
Charleston Chew you, bazookas chew you, just like Bazookas
Don't confuse 'em, we only hittas, y'all only humans
Don't get hit up, woadie (Hit up, woadie, hit up, woadie)
'Cause I got hittas woadie
[Outro: Jacida Carter]
He's a very smart child. And I just said he was a genius, you know what I'm sayin'? Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one. You know, he did. He's so smart, I can't teach him nothin'. He's done been here before8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Awkward[Hook]
See we ain't got much in common, so we don't do that much talking
Sometimes it feels so awkward
She watch me take a shower, I asked her why she didn't join me
She said because you didn't ask me; I said, "Damn, I didn't think I had to"
Then she take off my towel, and I-I take off her blouse
I tell her that that pussy for me, just in case she thought it was ours
And she say cool

And if you like it I love it
If she like it I love it

[Verse 1]
See we ain't got much in common, so we don't do that much talking
Cause every time she try to tell me something, she open up her mouth, I stick my tongue in
She got a piercing in her vagina, a skirt with nothing under
And she say when she don't see me, she feels like Stevie Wonder

[Pre-Hook]
That's when I said, "Work, work, work
If you want that purse, skirt, shirt"
And she made me cum 100 times
She made me cum 100 times
Man, she got that work, work, work
I say you my bitch now, I'm calling you first
And then made her cum a 100 times
She kinda green but I'm color blind
[Hook]
See we ain't got much in common, so we don't do that much talking
Sometimes it feels so awkward
She watch me take a shower, I asked her why she didn't join me
She said because you didn't ask me; I said, "Damn, I didn't think I had to"
Then she take off my towel, and I-I take off her blouse
I tell her that that pussy for me, just in case she thought it was ours
And she say cool

[Bridge]
Uh, I like that shit
And she bite that lip when she like that dick
Ooh, I like that shit
And she bite that lip don't fight that dick girl, girl
Fucking with you, well, I'ma need another shower
I'ma need another shower
Can you help me take another shower?
Then we gonna make each other shout

[Verse 2]
There's steam in the air, fog everywhere
She can get her hair wet cause it's her real hair
I be like, "Hell Yeah"
And she be like, "Fucking right"
Now she got one leg in the air, I'm pulling on her hair
And she say I can pull it, cause it's her real hair
She be like, "Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah" cause I fuck her right
[Pre-Hook]
That's when I said, "Work, work, work
If you want that purse, skirt, shirt"
And she made me cum 100 times
She made me cum 100 times
Man, she got that work, work, work
I say you my bitch now, I'm calling you first
And then made her cum a 100 times
She kinda green but I'm color blind
[Outro]
Then I said, "See we ain't got much in common
So we don't do that much talking
Sometimes it feels so awkward"8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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New Slaves[Verse 1]
I got old money, take a bath in hundreds
My way or the highway and I see traffic comin'
It's Tunechi in this ho, watch them hoes go crazy
Pass that weed around, like that shit contagious
And I got news for all these snitches, tell them feds stop bitchin'
If pussy lips could talk, I'd go down there like it's whisperin'
You know life is so uncertain and death is so unwanted
My navigation system say, "It's death around the corner"
I got a condo for a stash house, a condo for a stash house
Get that boy a mirror, so he can watch his damn mouth
See I get it from Sosa, he got it from Frank
And Sosa alright, but I'm tryin' to meet Frank
He said business is well, he ain't got no complaints
You'll be Batman and I'll be robbin' the bank
I know I ain't gon' fall, even though I'm power trippin'
Glass house nigga, you see how I'm livin'
I know that we the new slaves, I know that we the new age
Ain't no such thing as too paid

[Reprise]
Like it's freezing and you naked, shake that ass ho
Shake that ass ho

[Verse 2]
When we throw a pool party, we put sharks in the pool
I got Bloods in the cut, so don't throw salt in the wound
AK wet niggas up, I don't throw water balloons
Better call the platoon
If it's fuck it then fuck it, now you speakin' my language
Put your dead body under them white sheets with no blankets
I'm so rich I go pour
Champagne and don't drink it
Ice on my neck like I fainted
These are the thoughts of the brainless
No new friends, we don't talk to strangers
Man I'm so serious with this pimp shit
Full clip in my Mac 10
Ain't no exit out the game, nigga cut off your blinkers
And if she married I fuck her, if she lonely I fuck her
If she crazy I love her, y'all just don't understand her
She say you got it made, I say no I got a butler
They tell me to turn up, but I'm the knob on the oven
I got a knife in my pocket if there's a fork in the road
I'm the man of steel, but I won't say what I stole
Bring that coke to the stove, and whip it like a new slave
Whip it like a new slave
[Reprise]

[Outro]
D5
Whattup five
Take that coke to the stove
And whip it like a new slave, whip it like a new slave
Like it's freezing and you naked shake that ass ho14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Grove St. Party[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Woo!
Hahahaha

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got a whole lotta money, pop that pussy for me
My homie got that yopper, he a-bang it at a copper
Ayy, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party
Stove on my waist, cook your ass up, gourmet
All-black four-four, do you want foreplay?
I'm going at your face like Oil of Olay
No champagne, but you know my flag rosé
Swagger on steroids: Canseco, Jose
No Limit Records: We so 'bout it 'bout it
I'm higher than a bitch, feel like I climbed a fucking mountain
Illest nigga you know, my accountant still counting
Shot hit him a minute ago, but his body still bouncing
Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead
Gotta kill the witnesses 'cause Birdman car red
Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street creature
Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher
I live in Miami, nigga, I'll South Beach you
Robin Leach—uh, that's how we ballin'
You know that I'm loaded, but please don't think it's sweeter
Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena
Them hoes on Young Money, tell them hoes we coming
Boy, we get it popping, we ain't saving hoes, we swapping
Yeah, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party
Big-head Desert Eagle, call it Sade
I just get that money, Stunna taught me that
That Xan took me under, Patrón brought me back
I'm leaning on these motherfuckers like I caught a flat
And that Glock snap back like an old Starter hat, haha!
What the lick read? I'm in the big league
I'm a breath of fresh air—let the bitch breathe
I'm tryna chillax, but I had to do it, Dev
I'm at the funeral, like, "I had to do it, Rev.!"
Mack, you my big brother, I'll split a wig for you
Put that on Mary P., until they bury me
Moment of clarity—yeah, that's my diamond game
I keep a fine bitch 'cause I like the finer things
Haha! Fuck with me, slime
No brain on the whip, I got nothing in mind, hehe
Carter 4, they ain't fucking with mine
I drop that Sorry 4 the Wait to make up for the time, yeah!
[Verse 2: Lil B]
Yeah I do my thang, bitch what's up? (Swag)
Young BasedGod, came in with the ballers (Woo, woo, woo, with the ballers)
Iced-out chain, bitch, I'm rich off that same shit (Oh, that same shit)
Sixty-five hoes on my dick, bitch, it's Christmas
Straight Westside, Bay Area bitch, I'll grave em (Swag)
Pretty boy shit, Based God finna hang 'em
Armed like a cradle, and you niggas can't stop me (Can't stop me)
Shouts out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky (Mack Maine)
Bitch it's still Westside (Swag), shouts out to Weezy
Young BasedGod with that 55 heater
187 bitch (Ayy), I pull a 2-11 bitch
With that tiny shirt, man (Yeah)
And that (Yeah) tiny pants, man (Swag)
I'm on that BasedWorld, and I fuck with Cash Money
Niggas don't understand, man, they gang like a chain (Swag, swag)
Man, that "Woo woo swag," bitch, brr-rang-dang-dang-dang
Man, bruh, off top, I'm a Wolfpack hitter (Swag)
Man, my life just a painting. and I paint you a picture, man
Think about it: a young paid-ass nigga
This that stuntin' music (Stuntin' music); bitch, I just do's it (I just do's it)
It's Lil B (Yeah, yeah) and I'll motherfucking bruise 'em, we run it! (Swag!)

[Outro: Lil B]
Man, shouts out to Maine and Wayne, man (Woo!)
Shouts out to New Orleans! Westside
I can't believe it's niggas getting money down here who fuck with me! Swag!
Weezy, I see you! What it do!
That motherfucking partying
Bitches, man, what it do?
Hahahahaha
Yeah!
Ayyyyy15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fuckin’ Problem[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I love all my bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
A two dollar bill is still a couple dollars
And if any one of them niggas got a fuckin' problem
I'mma milk all of 'em cause they fuckin' cowards
I love red bitches, there's just something 'bout 'em
But I'm gettin' better pussy from a brown one
Been schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm your alma mater
I'm the shit, where the fly swatter

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I know you dykin' who you eatin' on
Make me think about all them nights we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If your friends hatin' on you, fuck 'em to each his own, yessir
I do my drugs then I sleep 'em off
Like it just be callin' me, I need to turn my ringer off
Ain't a fuckin' singalong unless you brought the weed along
That kush, okay I got it, that kush
Cop pounds and put my people on
We can take the stairs up to the stars that's where we belong
Fuck that shit you talk, I beat that pussy like production
Or like Rocky, beat the Russian, or like Jordan, beat the buzzer
Nigga, gimme what you've got, take that money like an usher
One man band, all you hear is repercussion
Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self destruction
She looked me in my eyes and said
Man, I ain't worried 'bout nothin', I said shorty, you a beast
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I love bad bitches, okay, what's the problem
If she thinks she gonna come up then I'mma fuckin' drown her
I'm wilder than public schools and public housing
Can't afford failure, I'm just browsing
I was 15 with $100,000
And if you talk trash I'mma fuckin' possum
And nigga, if your bitch got eye problem
You know what it is, armed robbery
Tunechi

[Verse 2: Euro]
I heard 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't seen a movie since I started livin' one
I be in a room full of bitches gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match
And niggas schemin' on what I had, but
We gon' put money in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)
And all these new bitches old news
Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl that I fucked came true
Now every night feels like deja vu
And the hatin's no use, she ain't waitin' on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks with no shoes"
And I murder that pussy, and I ain't leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof
That sick shit, I'm ill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, bitches like fuckin' problems
And I can't solve shit if I'm the fuckin' problem
Just know I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you can't take the city out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, money always colorblind
She blew the team for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)
[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
Had a few ugly bitches but I had to hide em
Can't live with em, Can't live without em
Can't trust them hoes poking holes up in condoms
Put a S on her breast, she a supermodel
If you swallow these kids, does that make you childish
Now she say I got a fuckin problem
Because I fucked her once and gave a fuck about her
Her hair blown out like the 80s
I drive these bitches crazy, mental asylum should pay me
I ain't looking for a lady, call Will Smith to get you hitched
I ain't looking for a wife, I need a one night trick
That can ride it like that, suck it like this
Hit it from the back in the back of the whip
I'm a mac, I'm a pimp girl
You don't need make up, put this mac on your lips
She drive a X5, beefin' with her ex man
Baby Ima dog and a DMX fan
Told myself I wouldn't mess with my ex again
Popped a lil x then i tried explain
I keep it too real to ever be a lame
Too many girls in this world, you all be lame
She all on my dick cause I got street fame
Told that thirsty ass bitch don't speak my name
Kidd Kidd, a nut from the 9
Tell em don't worry bout me I'm just fine
Girl if you comin' with me then let's ride
I know you want money so don't waste my time
Uh, wear that ass out fuck her till we pass out
Fuck a hotel, we goin' to my mans house
Scratch that your baby mama was an Amtrak
We treat that pussy like some good weed and pass that
Yeah, to my niggas, she fuck my niggas
Bought some bitches, and she was wit' it
With you she wasn't, but she did it
She let you lick it, but never stick it
You be trippin, you say you fallin
Nigga you slippin, stupid ass nigga tryna' fall in love
If i fall it's gon be from too many drugs
You asking questions, bout what she was
With the rider game, she told you in the club10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Don’t Kill[Hook]
And if I fuck her, she gon' get attached
Who invited all these fuck-niggas?
Man, shit ain't ever smell this good
Why them snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us?
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over
I'm so tired of these niggas, wake me up when it's all over

[Verse 1]
Bitch, come kill my time, but bitch don't steal my shine
I'm cooking up two quarters, bout' to get rich or die tryin'
I got some killer's on my side, some kill up in my swisher
All this hatin' drive me crazy, take the key out the ignition
Oh my god it feel like Coogi weather
I lost my mind, but I got it back like groovy Stella
Tell them hoes I got that Victoria Secret weapon
I hope you live a double life cause you gon' need an extra
Me and my niggas we got bad bitches up in the pool
Bad bitches up in the pool
She gon' learn tonight, call that shit night school
And life is a bitch on her cycle, delightful
Got ho's on that powder, like light blue
Nice move, now king me nigga
Badass bitch, you seen me with her, we on that
GT Vodka, straight out the bottle, genie nigga
The difference between me and these niggas, is
I go hard and they go wrong
She say, "Hit it from the back," I'm tryin' to leave that crack alone baby
[Hook 2]
And if she love me, I'mma love her back
Who indictin' all the tough niggas?
We smoke that skunk that's always smellin' good
But why these snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us?
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over
I'm so tired of these nigga's, wake me up when it's all over

[Verse 2]
Street sweepers and millimeters, AK's and skateboards
Let 'em know we got beef for anyone who got a taste for it
Real nigga to the bone, bristle
Cocaine, like co cripple
Heard niggas been waitin' on me, well I might as well go and tip 'em
I'm smokin' on that Hulk Hogan
I call shots, you call forward
I pimp my ride, my car's ho-in'
And all my bars be barcoded
These YMCMB stars glowin'
Hate a ho-nigga, like anchovies
My young bitch keep on snappin' on me, I told that bitch I ain't posing
That pussy feel like a pot of gold
The money old and the night is young
All them niggas keep talkin' shit
I make you eat your words and bite your tongue
And when the guns ring I'm the ring leader
Got those ho's on pins and needles
I'm so high I left Earth
And ran into Venus and Serena
Get head like a mind reader
You washed up, I'm the dry cleaner
Don't worry about me, nigga I'm one-
Hundred like a high fever
Got pounds takin' up closet space
Guns all in my bitch crib
Since all you nigga's fly now, bugs all on my windshield
[Hook 3]
And if she tense, then I'mma rub her back
She alright, I think I fuck with her
Man, I wish a motherfucker would
I feel like a hockey puck nigga
Way too cold to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cold to die young, give these niggas the cold shoulder
Sleepin' with a bad bitch, another bitch when I roll over
We fuck until we fall asleep, wake up and do it all over

[Outro]
D5
What up 5? (Kendrick)
What up 5?12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Grateful[Intro: Lil Wayne]
New chapter, move on, look back for what?

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ain't afraid to die, I done done it already
All that money on your mind I done spun it already
I was hustlin' already, I was fuckin' already, yeah
Pussy, money, weed was the subject already
See I'm TTG, trained to go, time to get it
For my woes, for my city, for my hoes, for my critics
See its TTG, trained to go, time to grind, no more CMB
Excuse my French, but you know where you can mwah, yeah
Excuse my Spanish, but its no más
I been working hard for no prize
But I'm still grateful though I show pride
And you don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
They can't put no more Weezy Baby out
That's that Cash Money vasectomy
I still got love for my enemy
Cause I know its tough to be interesting
I know its tough to be anything, but be grateful

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Ain't afraid to die, I done it already, yeah
TTG, trained to go, time to get it, yeah
I ain't afraid to die, I done it already, yeah
I'm TTG, trained to go, time to get it, yeah
And you don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
You don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
And I still got love for my enemy
Cause I know it's tough to be interesting
I know its tough to be anything but a hater
Fuck later, I want mine now
Fuck later, you done fucked up now, see you later
You fucked up now, oh baby
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
You are witnessing, the bomeback
Yeah, put your money where your fucking mouth at, yeah
I pull up on em bumping Keith Sweat
Them niggas never see me sweat
And tell the press I'm not depressed, I just had to press reset
I just had to get me set, and I'm not playin' skip recess
I'm a different Weezy, and I'm drippin' Fiji
In a Lamborghini with the seats wet
Hardest lesson is regret
Snorting powder on the P jet
Ask the pilot are we there yet
He said we on the ground, and we ain't leave yet
Had to step back and take a deep breath
It's hard as heck to show 'em respect
I love 'em to death but they ain't dead yet
Don't know how long I'm able to repeat that
Me I'm just tryin' to see the bread stretch
These niggas tryna see dread stress
Me, I'm just tryin' to see the dead rest
And I can't rest if I ain't pray yet

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Father forgive them for their wrongdoings
For they do not know what they are doing, Amen
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Ain't afraid to die, I done it already, yeah
TTG, trained to go, time to get it
Bitch I ain't afraid to die, I done done it already
TTG, trained to go, time to get it
You don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
You don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
And I still got love for my enemy
Cause I know its tough to be interesting
Cause I know its tough to be anything, but be grateful

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
Can't lie we blessed, safe deposit box where I hide the check
Wear a hockey jersey just to hide the vest
I talked to God he deny the stress
I make women cry when they next to me
They say they blessed to be next to me
Give my kids my heart, put my mind in my music
And I let them hoes get the rest of me
Can't let this cold world get the best of me
Got the recipe for my destiny
Yeah I want them mills like Stephanie
Want the blue face hundreds preferably
This is the bounce back this is God's work
This is hard work, this is our work
This is all night graveyard work
Man this beat is godly
So I'm takin' off like a screechin' Harley
Watch the women wave cause I'm freakin' gnarly
Percs and purp got me sleepin' calmly
So I wake up and I chase the check
'Cause we ain't promised life, but we promised death
But we gon win, and I promise that
Young Money Records, you should honor that
And my vicious city got respect for me
Got killas to get at yo neck for me
You get the best of me, until the death of me
And the second me gon be the better me
Be grateful
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Ain't afraid to die, I done it already
All that money on your mind I done done it already
I was hustlin' already, I was fuckin' already
Pussy money weed was the subject already
See I'm TTG, trained to go, time to get it
For my woes, for my city, for my hoes, for my critics
See its TTG, time to grind, no more CMB
Excuse my French, but you know where you can mwah, yeah
Excuse my Spanish but its no más
I been working hard for no prize
I'm still grateful though I show pride
You don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
I still got love for my enemy, cause I know its interesting
I know its tough to be anything  but be grateful
Fuck later, I want mine now
Fuck later,  fuck them now see you later
Fuck them, oh baby32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Took His Time[Chorus]
Momma said God took his time when he made me
I put my pride to the side, off safety
I'm on a diet, on a diet from the fake beef
'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat
Momma said God took his time when he made me
I put my pride to the side, off safety
I'm on a diet, on a diet from the fake beef
'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat
Momma said God took his time when he made me (Yeah)
God took his time when he made me
I put my pride to the side, off safety
And look alive, look alive

[Verse 1]
Smoke one, ready to po' one, tote one, scared of no one
You never know when your close ones is a pussy 'til your nose run
Bickin' back bein' bool, trigger happiest goons
Bigger mansion and pool, I need a map for this room
Don't need a casket to view 'em, you can leave the rats in the sewers
I'm speedin' past in the newest soft top like the Jewish
Thrasher Sweatshirt, Vans on, all the bitches hands on
Fucked your bitch for a Sams card, a SIM card and an Android
Shots all in the airway, bullets make 'em do ballet
Pullin' triggers like hairspray, shoot 'em in the head, bad hair day
In broad day like "let's play," lil' kids playin' jump rope
Leave his body on the front porch, it's a cold world but the sun show
Where the paper and the drugs though, at your neighbor with the snub-nose
I be seen with the unseen, you be seen with the unknowns
All your bitches in the done zone, all my bitches in the fun zone
Swallowin' all my unborns, say it taste like a love song
In the cut like a cutworm, keep it cool, keep the cup warm
Rum-bum-bum-bum-bum, if they come for 'em, I tell 'em
[Chorus]
God took his time when he made me
Got my pride to the side, off safety
On a diet, on a diet from the fake beef
'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat
Momma said God took his time when he made me
Pride to the side, off safety
On a diet, on a diet from the fake beef
'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat
Momma said God took his time when he made me
God took his time when he made me

[Verse 2]
Sorry, boys, bar is closin', where we goin' for breakfast?
Put pressure on the precious, and put extra on the extras
Extra ready for my presents, extra sexy but she selfish
Just want me to see selfies of the pelvis, overwhelmin'
Talkin' money over salmon in Italian in Australia
Fuck it even have some salad, I'm just valuin' the value
Wake up and smell the azaleas sang her prayers like Mahalia
I just don't know what to tell ya, but, hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
Devil lies jumpin' at ya, comin' from what's comin' at ya
I come from where they come at ya, in a way you can't come back from
I attack from every crack, while you been chillin', I been active
I been still inside the action, you been actin' I been buildin'
You been blabbin', you been bickerin'
I been blackin' I been sippin' like the Dracula
I been feelin' like Galactus
Got a million in the mattress, a gazillion in the pantry
If you don't know that I'm the answer, you should kill who you been askin'
[Chorus]
Momma said God took his time when he made me
I put my pride to the side, off safety
I'm on a diet, on a diet from the fake beef
'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat
Momma said God took his time when he made me
Pride to the side, off safety
On a diet, on a diet from the fake beef
'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat
Momma said God took his time when he made me
God took his time when he made me
Pride to the side, off safety
Look alive, look alive

[Outro]
Look alive, look alive, yeah
Look alive, look alive
Momma said God took his time when he made me
Look alive, look alive
Carter Five, Carter Five, yeah
Carter Five, Carter Five
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I Don’t LikeGirls that don't do girls, that's that shit I don't like
Dick in her mouth, bitch eatin' her out, that's that shit my girl like
I'm layin' back with my feet up, bad bitch: D cups
All I had was one molly, she took half: prenup
I just licked my thumb and thumbed through that pussy like a catalog
All my niggas wanna fuck, and she gon let us like a salad bar
Yeah that's right, real shit, murderer, I kill kill
Cash Money, cash cow that never cry over spilled milk
I'm way high on the highway, my girl call to get my lies straight
That machine gun go "brrrrr" like I got that bitch on vibrate
Niggas think they hot, I cut off the hand they fan with
Call me DMX, cause I keep me a bad bitch
T called some of them hoes up, Marley G roll up
I'm gettin' bread like cold cuts, she suck dick till her nose run, yeah

A rich nigga that that shit they don't like
All you niggas pussies, none of you pussies tight
Gettin' head while I drive make me run lights
These hoes wanna ride my dick you gotta hitchhike
No lie, I'm fuckin' bitches and gettin' paid
She suck my dick for 60 seconds and swallow all my Minute Maid
No lie, I'm gettin' paid and fuckin' bitches
The Feds on me, gotta switch plates
In the streets we call that washin' dishes
Left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on the nine-milly
T-roll my blunt long as a lifespan then I kill it
Eatin' pussy, tongue kissin' and all that
She ridin' a nigga so fast, my dick feel like it's been carjacked
Two guns drawn, art class, what that is that's y'all ass
Mo' money, mo' money, we gettin' mow like tall grass
We are not one and the same
Blood is the gang, it run in my veins
I bagged your bitch then fuck her
Now come get your bitch from baggage claim, nigga!
Dr. Carter, fuck her harder
All my homies bald, nigga
And guess what? I'm the barber
I'm too high; if I come down my fat pocket's my shock absorber
Like Hank Gathers I'mma die a baller, you flamin' faggots put him out with water
Ugh! See that's that shit I don't like
Knock off your whole left side, now you all right
Yeah white diamonds, Vanilla Ice
My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice
Dedication 4, ho
(My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice)
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So Dedicated[Intro]
Alright, let’s put it in perspective
See 1, 1 makes you realize
2, that’s when the game became ours
See 3, that’s when we showed you the future
This here, it’s for the sport
Some of you niggas mad the sport normally happens to be skateboarding
But that gives us 4 wheels to roll over you niggas
D4, and dedication!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
She’s so sophisticated
She'll catch a nigga nut and then refrigerate it
I wear a rubber and we fuck 'til we dehydrated
I pull it out bust on her face and call her cry baby
I kiss her neck, I kiss her stomach, then I kiss that pussy
And then I eat it from the back, but I don’t do crack
And then I get this monster hard and ask her where to put it
She tell me, Tunechi, hit it raw, I tell her bitch you crazy
Don’t want no HIV, don’t need that Honeymoon In Vegas
It’s YMCMB the fucking alpha and omega
The presidential double R, call that Ronald Reagan
I fuck your bitch, we come together call that congregating
I be balling on these niggas, Sports Illustrated
Tough in the streets, but you in the court with a statement
Ain’t that a bitch and I kill everybody but the babies
Give that bitch nigga the blues 'til he fucking navy
Yeah, man I be riding round with that yopper
I pop a nigga like [clap noise]
All you hoes get topless, suck this dick 'til it’s spotless
Too many hoes: I got options
I ain’t never tripping, you could have the bitch
And I’ma send her back with her pussy lips, looking just like camel lips
You fucking with some real nigga, blow your fucking head off
They say life is a bitch, I hope that bitch a redbone
All I know is get money, bitch ain’t getting shit from me
Fuck a six pack, six bullets give you six stomachs
Tell her how that pussy tastes, she been eating pineapples
Throw her back like a quarterback, hit that ass like a linebacker
Put that pussy on me, we caught up in the moment
AK with a hair trigger, nigga don’t make me comb it
This like a full time job not to kill niggas
Some of my homeboys' job is to kill niggas
Yeah, cause I’m still on probation
Write your name on a bullet that’s a Dedication, 4
[Outro: Birdman]
Y'all ready?
Yeah, welcome to Dedication 4
I be Stunna Man
Priceless lifestyle, high life
YMCMB business
Truk your girl, nigga
22 years full time grind
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Kobe Bryant[Intro: Kobe Bryant]
I want to be the best
I want to be the best, simple and plain
That's why I play the game
And to be the best you have to win
And that's what drives me

[Intro: Stephen A. Smith]
He's the best player in the game
It's just that simple
There's nothing that Kobe Bryant can't do
He will defend your best player
He will shoot from the perimeter
He will get all in yo' mug
He will do whatever it takes
He is the most complete basketball player
In the game today - bar none
He has an assassin's mentality
I said this week, I said this when the trade went down
And I will repeat it again
Who's starving more for an NBA World Championship
More than Kobe Bryant
There is no one
This guy is highly motivated
What separates Kobe from the pack
More than Kobe Bryant, there is no one
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Kobe doin' work
2-4 on my shirt
He the greatest on the court
And I'm the greatest on the verse
Going for the fourth ring like it was his first
Gotta get the gleam
Do it for Kareem
Two-four so nice, my flow so mean
Catch me at the game sitting next to Goldstein
Kobe Bryant Nikes, purple gold strings
Kobe in the game dunkin' on the whole
Black Mamba, attack, conquer
Basketball beast, rap monster
Crossover good, or turnaround jumper
Or just drive the lane and dunk on dunkers
You know where it's goin', it's goin' down yo
This is the Lakeshow, but don't drown though
I call him King Bryant, now let the crown show

[Interlude: LeBron James]
I'm definitely, I'm just lost for words
I mean, he's amazing

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Pass me the damn ball
I don't need a pick at all
And don't worry 'bout my shot
Cause I'ma get that off
Yea, I drops 40 on your double team
Then I drop 81 on another team
Yeah, you better guard me with caution
And watch I work 'em like a auction
No such thing as exhaustion
No time for resting
Cause I don't take breaks
I just break records
And I prefer the ball with three seconds
And I bet we gon' win it all in three seconds
Ya dig
That is a guarantee
Apparently
And please tell your defense
Don't ever man to man with me
Double team, triple team
Your defenders sick of me
But, I never let 'em get to me
Literally
Step back and give 'em a three
Ain't no defending me
[Interlude: Reporter & LeBron James]
One guy certainly envious of the way Bryant's playing lately, LeBron James
I've been quoted saying that
He's definitely the best player in our league
Um, to me, in my eyes
The best scorer in our league
And there's not another guy in our league
That can accomplish some of the things
That he's doing

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Never take a day off
Catch you at the top of the key
And get a J off
Baseline face time
Tongue out like two-three
Even two-three gotta love how I do me
Practice while you sleep
Practice in my sleep
Straight outta high school
Tha brackets ain't for me
I will be jumpin' over you
Like I got a mattress at my feet
And all is Phil Jackson say is you
Better be passin' it to me
I put the master in the piece
Attack you like a beast
And I am starvin' for victory
And that means I'mma eat
And when they ask you who's the best
Then the answer should be me
[Interlude 3: Elie Seckbach/Mikael Pietrus]
Seckbach: Who's the best player in the NBA
Mikael: Um, I'll say Kobe Bryant
Seckback: Really? Why
Mikael: Because you never know what you're gonna get!

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Call me Mr. Clutch or Mr. Automatic
I can post 'em up, or Lamar go get the alley
I'm going for the ring
I'm going for the ring
I went to Beijing
And came back with the bling
Who they want
They want Kobe
And what he want
He want the trophy
The victory
And the glory
No Shaq
No Robert Horry
Now break 'em off, Kobe break 'em off, yeah
You better be where that Laker don't, yeah
Just give him the ball and he take it off, yeah
Or he properly dishing it to Gasol, yeah
Or give it to D-Fish on the wing, yeah
Or just let lil' Ariza do his thing, yeah
Cause I'm great, and so is my team, yeah
[I thought you want to be the greatest]
Uh, do it for Magic
It's your time baby
I see nothin' wrong with doin' it four times baby
I'm the best yes
And he the best yeah
Don't worry LeBron - get 'em next year
Now what's defense
To an assassin
Killer instinct
Murder the basket
Then steal the ball back
Hold it for ransom
It's more than a game
This is a passion
Been a all-star, been a champion
Free throw line, you hear 'em chanting
MVP, MVP
Kobe Bryant aka MV-me
In knee deep, smash any D
Whoever he is he can't guard me
He can't guard me

[Outro: Elie Seckbach]
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Bugatti (Freestyle)Microphone check, I still don't hear my...
Oh yeah I do, yeah I do
Who the fuck is Stevie J?

[Hook 1: Lil Wayne]
Don't be lookin' for no donations
You get dick, then reservations
I get pussy then hibernation
I start humpin' soon as I wake up
I woke up in some new punani
He woke up bleedin' like "who shot me?"
I kept shootin'; Boo said "you got 'em"
Now, all we gotta do is get rid of the body
But anyway I woke up in some new punani

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I was drunk as a bitch, drunk as a bitch
But not drunk as that bitch
I got in that shit acted donkey in it
Junk in her trunk, hope my trunk key can fit
Then she jumped on my dick like a monkey and shit
Monkey see monkey do, banana clips
Shoot at them niggas, no camera glitch
Wax that ass, no candle stick
And I run with some killers I eat with the mob
Got some shit built up I keep it inside
Red in my eyes, Mount Everest high
Look dead in my eyes, see death in my eyes
The TEC on my thigh and my aim so good
I could shoot a fly or a bull in the eye
Hold up, all bullshit aside
A nigga almost died but I'm outchea
Fuck around with a real nigga get murked
I been paid my dues will I get reimbursed?
Love it when she make faces
Pussy feel like vacation
Eat it like I'm dyin' of starvation
I'm at the finish line, her heart racin'
Give her to Fuke if she Caucasian
My niggas wild as Jumanji
You can call me an S.O.B
Cause its skateboards over bugattis
I used to be at them Heat games
With better seats than Pat Riley
Don't stop, pop that don't stop
Pop that Ollie, Tunechi
[Verse 2: Boo]
Sippin' on dumb, puffin' a J
Met her tonight, fuck her today
You tuck her away, I'm fuckin' her face
Wine head, she's guzzling grapes
Back shots, I'm holding her waist
Freaky, I always freak...
You know Tune my bro, but he ain't tryna meet ya
Just bring your friend, both of us'll eat her
Hater niggas be hungry
Got a hundred shots to feed 'em
Her panties are down, her legs is up
We finally fucked, she starved for months
Don't give a fuck, still I'll hit
Never no feelings, no love for these hoes
No flowers, we're simple, we fucked in the Rolls
No flowers, we're simple, we fucked in the Rolls
Royce - trick!
Now they mad, I told they was
Bitches'll be lying, I did the same
Far from a square, don't mistake me for lame
She's suckin' me off, I'm pokin' her brain
She tell me keep goin', I'm doin' my thing
That pussy so wet, I'm calling it rain
I'm giving her hundreds, she's keeping my change
I keep it a hundred, you do the same
Most women front, but who do you blame?
I gave you dick, you gave me pussy
It's safe to say it's an even exchange...
Bitch!
[Hook 2: Lil Wayne]
Don't be givin' out information
You know niggas still on probation
I get higher than expectations
You know this is the Dedication
I'm on that kush she on that molly
I turn that pussy to Dasani
Shout out my nigga Luca Brasi
I don't know this ho
So I must dash, no disguises
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Pussy Monster[Intro]
David Banner on the beat, bitch
I got a, I got a, I got a, I got a sweet tooth
I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth
Now can I eat goo, now can I eat you? Mmm

[Verse 1]
I gotta taste for you, now what you wanna do?
Girl, you cold, let me suck out your flu
Girl, you cold, girl, you cool
You heard of Salt N' Pepa? Well girl, you food
Girl, you hot like a bowl of hot stew
And I just stood over ma stew and just blew
And when there's no more of you, in the soup
I remove ma spoon and drink your juice
If you want to do me, do what cha wanna do
And if her job is to blow, you can bet she blew
Mic check 1, 2, how about 1, 2
P-L-A-Y because I don't have a clue
But when I find out, I'm a show and tell you
When I lift my top lip, I could still smell you
When I swallow ma spit, I could still taste you
Put that pussy in ma face every time I face you
It goes P-U-S-S-Y
Because it's the reason I am alive
Momma, I need it to stay alive
It's like I gotta eat it just to survive
[Chorus]
Hi, I'm the
Pussy monster, the pussy monster
The pussy monster, the pussy monster
And you gotta feed me
Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy
Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta
I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth
I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth
Now can I eat you? Now can I eat you?

[Verse 2]
Now let me get back to her
She call me Dracula, and I'll vacuum her
Catfish, catfish, dat cat, tuna
I'll smack it up flip it like a spatula
Lil' Chris said 'Run It' and I tackled ya
Baby, can I be the worm in ya apple butt?
Now go and back it up, and if you back it up
I'll suck the front of dat pussy from da back of ya
And I'm a urban legend like a black Acura
My taste buds set on a black actress
(Actress) I told her act-shun
(Action) Da camaras is lookin'
And I hope she make me eat ma word cause my words is
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm the
Pussy monster, the pussy monster
The pussy monster, the pussy monster
And you gotta feed me
Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy
Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta
I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth
I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth
Now can I eat you? Can I eat you?

[Verse 3]
I got pussy comin' to me, pussy comin' to me, pussy
Now show me dat pussy Imma show you where to put it
And I could make it rain, I'm the hurricane, son
Say I could make it rain, wit my hurricane tongue
Like lala, la, lala, la, lala, la, lala, la, lala, lala, lalala, la
Imagine if I did dat with your pearl on ma tongue, ha
I could make dat pussy talk to me, I could make that thing jump
Off of you and walk to me
Now walk it out, girl, now walk it out, girl
P-U-S-S-Y
Because it's da reason I am alive
And I'm a need it to stay alive
It's like I gotta eat it just to survive, ha
[Chorus]
Hi, I'm the
Pussy monster, the pussy monster
The pussy monster, the pussy monster
And you gotta feed me
Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy
Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta
I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth
I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth
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Funeral[Intro]
Welcome to the funeral, yeah
Closed casket as usual
Yeah, welcome to the funeral
The choir's singin' musicals
Kumbaya, it's beautiful
I bust in with that Uzi, though
And they look like they saw Lucifer
Rrr
Welcome to the funeral
We not welcome, we intruded, though
You wanted smoke until you blew the smoke
(Phew)
That's just unexcusable
Welcome to the funeral, where we from, we ruin them
We been to quite a few of 'em
The reverend talk, we booin' him
We throw up the Piru at him

[Verse]
Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual
Soul snatching, that's usual
Amen, hallelujah though
Whole family delusional
Niggas cryin' like two-year-olds
Bullet holes come through the doors
I just crossed my heart, then I threw a rose
Damn, welcome to your funeral
Everybody knew you, bro
Ain't nobody shootin', though
Gotta die to see who you know
Damn, welcome to the funeral
Where we from, we ruin them
The preacher preach, we shootin' him
Now we need one for you and him
That's why they should cremate ya
Hope when you die they commemorate you
Life is a movie and it's in theaters
Some of y'alls already went to cable
Get shot from afar, you can get a facial
Black gun, chrome gun, interracial
Weed so strong, need ventilation
Funeral home need renovation
I got your mom's teary-eyed, that's precipitation
Nigga, when you died, did your bitch a favor
Nigga, we gon' mob like the Genoveses
Nigga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em
Drive-bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle
Sit tomatoes on your head and split tomatoes
From a hundred feet away, now it's a halo
That's tomato sauce, Heinz 57
Catch up, nigga, you behind, where I left you
I hate your bitch, your mom, and your fellas, kids, cousins
Uncles, aunts, and your nephew (Pfft)
Shoot a pussy nigga in the face, closed casket
Look his pretty kid in the face, poor bastard
Tears runnin' down his bitch face, romantic
Two straps on me like the old Bo Jacksons (Bah)
In his face, closed casket
Send him on the highway to heaven, no traffic
My lil' nigga just caught a body, he ecstatic
He cried tears of joy, then he got 'em tatted
Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual
Whole family delusional
Amen, hallelujah though
Choir singing musicals, Kumbaya, it's beautiful
I bust in with the Uzi though
They look like they saw Lucifer
Yeah, welcome to the funeral
Everybody knew you, bro
Ain't nobody shootin' though
That's just unexcusable
Damn, welcome to the funeral
Where we from, we ruin 'em
I've been to quite a few of them
My nigga, got immune to them
Damn, shoot a pussy nigga in the face, closed casket
Huh, huh, bop
Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards, goddamn
Drive-bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle
Sit tomatoes on your head then split tomatoes
From a hundred feet away, now it's a halo
[Outro]
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Alphabet[Intro]
Two

[Verse 1]
A for Angelina, tongue like anaconda
Lips like Angelina, ooh
B is for Bianca, she was a ballerina
Now she just a stripper, making singles to my singles
Ooh, C is for Chiquita, put banana on Chiquita
Introduced me to Diana, fucked Diana with Chiquita
So, D is for Diana, Diana like it deeper
So I get in her stomach like Mylanta at my leisure

[Hook]
And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
Yeah, these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
Oh, these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
I swear to drunk I'm not God, yeah
Drops microphone, ooh
But I swear to drunk I'm not God, no

[Verse 2]
And the E is for Ebony, that pussy heavenly
Lord knows I be swimming in that thing like an aquarium
The F is for Felicia, freaky-ass Felicia
Ooh, I treat that pussy like a sleeping bag, Felicia
The G is for Gina
Her pussy so convenient, I mean it, ooh
She treat my dick like jalapeño
And my cum like Aquafina, she need it
The H for Holly, just like Hollygrove
And the I is for Ivanka, don't let Donald know
And the J is for Joanne, I just call her Jo
What goes around comes around, K for Karma, so
[Hook]
These are my alphabet bitches, alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
I swear to drunk I'm not God, hey
Drops microphone
I swear to drunk I'm not god, yeah

[Verse 3]
The L is for Lisa, she like my libido
We do the La Bamba, I'm so multilingual
The M is for Melanie, she like my melodies
Don't like my baby mamas, she be so negative
The N is for Natasha, that my little mama
She holler at me when she want that Oscar Mayer
She got a man, she tell me please do not remind her
He not romantic, I'm a scene from Casablanca
Ooh, she swallow the whole enchilada
Ooh, she get off her knees and say "De nada"
Ooh, she ask me "What's the reason for the chopper?"
Girl, it's a jungle out there, ask Mufasa
O is for Olivia
And the P is for Patricia
And the Q is for the Queen
The R is for Raven and the S for Sharlene
[Hook]
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches, bitches, bitches
And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
I swear to drunk I'm not God, no
Drops microphone
But I swear to drunk I'm not God

[Verse 4]
The T for Tatiana, she can put her legs behind her
She can bend all the way over, I just thank the Lord for that yoga
And the U is for Uma, the position assumer
She so flexible, we try angles like Bermuda
And the V is for Vanessa, voluptuous Vanessa
The W's for Winter, I'm under the weather
And the X is for my exes, fuck 'em altogether
The Y is for Yolanda, the Z is for Zelda

[Hook]
And these are my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
I swear to drunk I'm not God, yeah
Drops microphone, I swear to God I'm not God, oh
Drops microphone, I'd rather park and not drive, yeah
Drops Styrofoam, I can't talk, I might cry, yeah
[Outro]
I say, I be on some G shit, I be on some G shit
Check that other nigga for that Louis shopping spree shit
Not me, bitch, no, you won't rob me bitch, no
I said, I be on some G shit, I be on some B shit
When it comes to bitches I be on some A-to-Z shit
I'm me, bitch; this shit like ABC, 123, bitch
To me, bitch; I'm the alpha, the alpha D-O-G, bitch
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Same Damn Tune[Intro]
Tunechi, Drama, same time
Can only be Dedication

[Verse 1]
Turn the music up in my headphones
Uh, I'm wildin' out on my skateboard, she ridin' dick like race cars
My blunt longer than spacebars, I'm gettin' higher than quasars
I beg your pardon, I egg your noggin, got Nin up in my glove compartment
I'm so short, yellow bus retarded, my flow hard, these niggas carpet
I'm Tunechi, I do me, smoke doobies, tote uzis
I make that bitch cum 'til she come to a conclusion
I'm ill as an illusion, I got B's like a student
Bitch I am not a human and this dick is therapeutic
She say, "Tunechi give that dick to me, smoother than a symphony"
Two bad bitches at the same time, symmetry
Murder you no sympathy, got medal like olympians
Tee put the weed in the blunt like a parentheses
Fuck y'all niggas I'm gettin' me, is you kiddin' me?
That big booty, them pretty feet
Them swishas' sweets with that purp
Church - with the priest
That red-boned get licked to sleep, she'll wake up and get dicked to sleep
Pickled meat, freaky deak, I test these niggas with a cheat-sheet
Her clit look like a jelly bean, I'm on that promethazine
Blow your ass to smithereens, kush strong like Mr. Clean
I'm a king I have a dream, money flippin' trampoline
Money flippin' balance beam, fresher than the prince, the king, and the queen
That's your bitch if my celly ring and I kiss her belly ring
Put that dick up in her spleen, I shine like afro sheen
And I eat pussy, she suck dick at the same damn time
That's a 69, then pass her to my slime
I'm skatin' and rappin' at the same damn time
I said I might retire, but y'all know I be high
I did that time, I paid that fine
Fuck around and go to jail for the same damn crime
For the same damn crime? Na, murder this time
Potato on the end of the barrel, french fries
I'm rich bitch, Trukfit in Macy's!
And you pussy niggas hatin' like a racist
Totally dude, I'm white boy wasted
She can't wait to take her drawers off like braces
Yeah, Scooby got another one, smokin' on that bubble gum
Two dutch bitches, double dutch, I'm the shit, bubble guts
Nigga get your duffles up, don't know if it's love or lust
Tell that ho to suck it up, she got lips like rubber ducks
That pussy whack, I'm one and done, trouble some I'm troublesome
Got two bitches off twitter, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum
Single ladies, double cups, I'm tighter than a cummerbund
Smokin' on that strong, my blunt a fucking muscle punk
Tunechi
[Outro]
And I'm gone
Hahaha, yeah, Dedication 4 ho
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Goulish (Pusha T Diss)[Intro]
And now with the following collection of ghoulish sounds

[Verse]
Fuck Pusha T and anybody that love him
His head up his ass, I'mma have to head-butt him
Gut him, Lil Tunechi shit, weak stomach
It's me, LT, like when you heat butter
Old pussy in a can, red is the flag
Fuck with me wrong I'll put your head in your hands
There'd be blood everywhere, I got Bloods everywhere
I'm a alien, I hope you ain't the Prince of Bel Air
That's real nigga talk, these niggas speechless
Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features
Hammer on my side like I work in construction
Your bitch hit that head so hard we get concussions
Niggas can't see me, not even a glimpse
Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps
South Beach bitch and her tan line stupid
You could find me on Collins like Bootsy
I ain't on no fuck shit, I be on that Truk Fit
Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than one-six
All I ever see is Ben Franklin face
I chase the bank, I don't bank with Chase
You fuckin' with some niggas that'll murk y'all
Nigga you softer than a motherfuckin' Nerf ball
Bird call, brr, what happened to that boy?
He was talkin' shit, we put a clap into that boy
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Mahogany[Intro]
Check

[Verse 1]
Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy
Gas to the floor, I'm pressin' fast forward, I race a NASCAR
Transport just what you asked for
Don't ask me what I asked for if you can't answer
Now who them Xans for?
I'll pop DANs for muscle relaxation, I'm a patient
Pick up the pace when I feel too adjacent to who I'm racing
Yeah, I'm spacin', I'm spacin' out
Oh, you faded? I'm faded out
Oh, you made it? I made it out
But you shady like 8 Mile
8 Ball from Orange Mound, letdown, I lay her down
Like an eagle, she spread it out, ate it out, yeah, I ate it out
I'm a Libra, I weigh it out
Hope the reaper don't take me out
I'm too eager to wait it out
Stuck the heater in Satan's mouth
Pray polices don't raid the house
Pay my taxes and baby moms
Ain't no cappin', don't play around
Hate me back then, they hate me now
In my lap is your face, I got napkins to waste
I got mansions with gates, feel like I'm NASA with space
Don't feel like answerin' my phone, I feel like thrashin' today
I put my ratchet on safe, and I feel actually safe
Catchin' spasms and aches, from all the hands I done shaked
And all the cash I done counted and all the blunts I done rolled up
I stunt when I rolled up
With a bad bitch sittin' in the front with her nose up
You know what's in my soda
And your trap house closin', your glass house broken
And my madhouse open and my lighthouse glowin'
[Chorus]
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy
Brains all over my mahogany dashboard

[Verse 2]
Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy
I think in my backyard, I need an airport
Mahogany sand, boy, I start a sand storm
Mahogany skin, touch me, I cut your hands off
Mahogany door handle to match the floor panel
Mahogany sand, mahogany Dior sandals
Mahogany dash, slime, I do the dash, slime
Sit the coke on the glass, slime, she snort a flat line
Good times, no hard times, uh-oh, it's that time
We at war, I check my Chopard for the exact time
Bang, bang, brrat time, I'm reppin' Fab Five
Flag high, red, red, red, bloody vampire
Plug was a fucking Arabi, it's no cap, slime
Judge gave me time, I did that time like nap time
Mahogany skateboard, I parked the Wraith for it
I kick, push straight forward, I hear Lupe flowin'
Under the skully, these bright mahogany dreads showin'
Let's get in bed and break these mahogany headboards
Oh, woah, mahogany, yeah, woah
[Chorus]
Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy
Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy
Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy
Uh, yeah, I do the dash, boy
Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy
Brains all over my mahogany dashboard

[Outro]
Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys
Louis, Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys
Soon as we land, on mahogany sand
Maho-mahogany sand
Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys
Soon as we land, on mahogany sand
I ain't arguin', I'm sayin'
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Ice Cream[Intro]
B-T-P, yah
Is the AutoTune on?
Hmhmm, good
Mm

[Verse]
Young Money, syrup in the big shot
Time to do the thing, that's word to your wristwatch
Shoot the Glock 'til it burn, 'til my wrist lock
Rims hella big, tires skinny like Chris Rock
H—Hold the gun sideways like O-Dog
Shoot a nigga in his face, knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like a roll call
Painkillers got a nigga 'bout to doze off
Big shit, nigga, talk big shit, nigga
Big bread, bread like a picnic, nigga
Shake the whole game like the Hit-Stick, nigga
Money spread like germs, get sick, nigga
Yeah, and fuck them other niggas
1-900, who want it? I deliver
Concrete shoes won't help in the river
I don't care if you was Michael Phelps, my nigga
I'm higher than the motherfucking Alps, my nigga
I'm flyer than a motherfucking stealth, my nigga
Y—Young Money shit, top shelf, my nigga
We the motherfuckers, like MILF, my nigga
Ahem, flow like syringes
Yeah, I'm in my mode, got a code like Da Vinci's
I was in the trenches, now I'm in the Trump
And everybody watch your back when you're in the front
You ain't never safe, stop playing with a gangsta
Brang it to his face, and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over, put her hands on her ankles
I'm all over this "Ice Cream" beat like sprinkles
"Why, thank you!"—if you's a hater
I'm eating, you's a waiter
Pistol on my hip, "Tomb Raider"
Holler at your guala, zoom, later
Young Tune, nigga, typhoon, nigga
And if you think it's sweet, buy a room, nigga
Damu, nigga, I'm on my gang shit
She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lighting up a motherfucking blunt
Stupid-fruity swag like a motherfucking Runt
And I be with my dog like a motherfucker hunt
And every day of the week is the first of the month
Audemars Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Can't tell the time 'cause the diamonds in the face
We can get it popping like a semi-automatic
And if you got beef, I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big-money addict
Running this shit, now I'm feeling ath-lat-ic
I—I'm on a boat, bitch, getting seasick
Stop playing, I'm fresher than a Degree stick
Street shit—well, of course
I smoke mad weed, I'm on my high horse
Please, don't shoot me down, I land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Haha! I need a massage
And when it come to hoes, man, I got a collage
Finger on the button, nigga, just stuntin'
If you ain't the bank teller, don't tell me nothing
Kush so strong, you can smell me coming
Bitch, I go hard like the boy from "300"
You think y'all kick it, well, boy, we punting
Young Money, baby, we the shit, weak stomachs
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Cannon[Produced by DJ Don Cannon]

[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Yeah
AMG's the gang!
Dedication 2
Drama
Pay attention! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Howdy-do, motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby
Niggas bitching and I gotta tote the (My nigga Don Cannon!)
Haha! Listen close, I got duct tape and rope (Oh!)
I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons
One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy
That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggas know I'm sick: I don't spit, I vomit—got it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says: "Shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
And tell him, 'Catch up,' like mayonnaise"; um—
I'm the sickest nigga doing it—bet that, baby
These other niggas dope; I'm wet crack, baby, yes!
Get back, get back, boy, this a setback
Clumsy-ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped, we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon, and get my howl on
Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush
And when it come to that paper, I stack books ha
You heard what I said
I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head
Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee
Shout out my nigga Fee
See, every motherfucker at the door don't get a key
You're outside looking in, so tell me what you see
It's about money, it's bigger than me
I told my homies, "Don't kill him, bring the nigga to me" (Gangsta!)
Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman
Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!)
Yeah, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!)
Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!)
Nigga, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!)

[Verse 2: Freeway]
From Philly to where I'm landing, I'm a (Cannon!)
And I'm on that Philly fighting shit, and I come fully equipped
You try me, get bodied, keep Nina and shotty in the whip
If a nigga try to stick me, I'ma blam him
Sing along now—"Di-di-dadi," I'm Free, got the burners
Got the green, he got the tan, got the whole enchilada
Owe me dough, I'm inside of your house, tie up your brother (Woo)
Make the prick call up your mother (Ugh), she might know where to find you, I am—
On top of my job, the heavyweight champ with the flow
It's flow like the ocean, open water, you're drowning, I will (Damn)
Four-pound him and seek him, heat him, then leave him stinking (Yuh)
Sharks surround him and eat him, nice to know him, I will— (Yeah)
Roll over your squad like I'm "One-Punch" Carr
You chumps, you best call General Motors, I will— (Ugh)
Take control of your soldiers, you won't miss 'em
'Til I toss em in the wok like chicken, General Tso, uh-oh!
[Verse 3: Willie the Kid]
I make it hard for rap niggas, I'm peer pressure (Yes)
Matter of fact I'm motivation to rap better (Yes)
I show niggas how to act, how to dress better
I stay fresh, more fitted caps than bad catchers (Woo)
I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule
The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool
The motherfucking (Cannon!)
Other words, I'm the real, for real
We can go check for check or bill for bill
We can go chick for chick or skill for skill
The deal is sealed (Yes)
Niggas ain't real as Will, 'cause I'm a (Cannon!)
And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale
And I got the 50-cal' mag, its a handheld (Cannon!)
I'm telling you niggas, I pop, put a shell in you niggas (Oh)
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas (Oh, oh)
I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over
Blowing 'ghan by the quarter, weed odor in the Rover, nigga

[Verse 4: Detroit Red]
Yeah (Cannon!)
Detroit Red getting change like them white folks (Ha)
Dump it out the window of the Range with the rifle (Ha)
Pain like a bitch like the first day of a cycle (Ha)
You better scurry when I pull the (Cannon! Ha)
Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas
I love head and caressing a voluptuous ass (What else?)
I ask ya baby mama is she up to the task
She like "Damn Red, it's bigger than a (Cannon!)"
My attire makes the ladies say, "Your man is too fly" (What else?)
Imported oils from Iran and Dubai (What else?)
Get caught slipping with your mans, and you die
Where I'm from, niggas be quick to squeeze the (Cannon! Ha)
Detroit Red always got some shit for your ears
Show me love, but keep it moving, man, 'cause if you get near (Ha)
I'll say, "Get off my dick" and tell your bitch to come here
'Cause you sweating me and my DJ, Don (Cannon!)
[Verse 5: Juice]
Legs spread far out, you know how I'm standing
Yeah, I'm posted with the big homie (Cannon! Ha)
I got niggas who don't like rap loving our shit
We got niggas who was stuck on Pac bumping our shit
These niggas can't see me like I ain't been around lately
A good batter; when they at the mound, it's gravy
Niggas salty, I'm pepper, no Spinderella
Just a cigarillo filled with Tropicana
Yeah, Vic found that lick; now, we ain't smoking no more regular
Keep your mid-grade, I don't think you know no better
They loved "In Da Trunk"; now, they wanna hear more shit
I play it modest, like, "Nigga, that's some of our old shit"
Got niggas I ain't never met wanting to fight me
Got hoes that's in love, asking, "Why you don't like me?"
Bitch, I'm married to the game, and I love my wifey
Stepping over competition, man, I love these Nikes (Yeah)
I'm hot, they fanning
Niggas try to copy my style like the (Cannon! Ha)
Don't try to compare—I'm in a league of my own
If I ain't listed at the top, nigga, the stats is wrong
All the data is off, your info ain't valid
Artist of the century, the competition ain't balanced
True, like Master P and his two brothers
Don't call it incest, but Juice the motherfucker, like— geah!

[Outro: DJ Drama]
This what I'ma do!
From here on out, you can call me Mr. Game Seven!
Oh, yeah!
That was just preseason!
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Let’s Do It[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Ooh, L-Don
Fuck that [?]
[?] in this bitch with me
Fuq', hit the weed
You got all that shit, E-I?
Ugh, ugh

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
I got Young Money up, and now, I got my feet up
Tune in this bitch, tell my niggas throw them Bs up
Doing what the fuck I want, hate me all the fuck you want
Real niggas fuck with me, and I don't give a fuck who don't
Lock the CEO up, and I'm the CEO, fuck
Prison in February, and I ain't in no rush
Drink 'til I throw up; nigga, roll more blunts
Ball so hard, man, I gotta go pro once
Hit 'em with the shotgun, call that shit "the stop button"
Call me Dr. Carter, AKA "Young Wild Nigga"
AKA "No trial, nigga," AK, click-clack, pow, nigga
Fucking with the kid and you'll be missing like Bilal, nigga
Yeah! Haha! Swagger stupid, pack a Uzi
Hundred clips, nigga? That's a movie, aim at your toupée
You sweet as Kool-Aid, cream brulée
I'm sharp as Blu-Ray, I fuck her today
Then she gotta skate—Young Lupe
I hit the beat hard—Bobby Boucher
I keep them tools on me, get the screwface
Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet
L.V.'s, nigga, on every suitcase
Y.M., nigga, it's a new day
We the champions, nigga, hoo-ray
Yeah! Hammer in the Louis duff'
Take a nigga bitch, she gave me brains until I knew enough
Bullet come too fast to adjust
I don't give a fuck about my roof that much
So I put it in the trunk, and then, the coupe sped up
Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up
I'm Weezy F. and the "F" is for "Flame"
Eat these rappers, chef of the game
Shit on the track, shit on the train
Murder the beat—the beat was slain
Rest in peace, that's a shame, he kill anybody song
Versatile as fuck, I switch it up like Dennis Rodman dome
No homo, you rocking wrong; rest in peace, my styrofoam
Now, they wanna know what I be on
Get the fuck off my dick, my cock, my bone
Bi—Big money, my pockets long, New Orleans, I got my home
And they got my back—pause; no homo, no maricón
Smoking on that private-grown, it put me where I belong
All about my cheese: cheddar, mozzarella, provolone
Fuck her for an hour-long, let her take a shower, gone
Sorry baby, but I'm in my I-don't-wan'-be-bothered zone
Yeah! Haha, you're a groupie, get on your duty
Two women give me head, call that "Two-face"
Bitch, I'm too great
Take your food tray, I was born on doomsday
Ugh! Ain—Ain't no nigga like me
"What's up?" to my gang, big B's like a Breitling
Take a nigga bitch, she ride my dick like she cycling
Then, she can't walk, run, or jump, like white men
Ugh! F—Fuck you niggas wanna do?
No Ceilings, let the bullets rain on you
Weezy F, the "F" is for "Fuck what you’re going through"
Make your people mourn you
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
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He’s Dead[Intro: Sample]
Dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead, sir
He's dead chap, that man's dead back there
It was worse than dead, his brain is gone

(Kane is in the building, nigga)

[Hook]
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that
I never see your crazy face (Mula)
Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name

[Post-Hook]
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead

[Verse 1]
Dead man walkin', through a dead plant garden
Red ants army, Caveman Spartan
Die, come back to life, shaved and corporate
I paved and carved it, made man forfeit
Laid and chalked him, I slaved then bossed it
I don't need flowers around my grave, I need maids and doormen
We not one and the same;
Casper the Friendly, Tunechi Cobain
Ask how I'm livin'? I can't complain
Like, it's hot in hell, but it never rain
Shit never sweet, him never changed
I'll always be the MF'er Wayne
I been lost conscious, I never regain
Bitches wanna sleep with my remains, lawd
[Bridge 1]
Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie
I just double parked the hearse by a fire hydrant
They throw flowers on my body, allergic to pollen
Rest In Peace to the Cash Money Weezy
Gone but not forgotten, no

[Hook]
I never see your crazy face
(You don't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
(You don't see me, nigga, no)
I never see your crazy face
(You can't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
(You can't see me, nigga, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name
(You can't see me, nigga, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name
(I'm the muthafuckin' ghost)

[Post-Hook]
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
[Verse 2]
Dead man walkin', the weed I'm sparkin'
Stank like corpses, got a young nigga coughin'
I was larger than life, should've got a bigger coffin
Bad bitches in my coffin, suck dick 'til they cough
How long will they mourn me?
I had a Rolls Royce Ghost
Now I'm feelin' like that motherfucka comin' back to haunt me
We are not one and the same;
I fumble my brain, I'm nothin' but strange
I punctured my veins, I'm loving the pain
I'm ugly and vain, now go get that shovel and dump it on Wayne
Throw dirt on my name, picture on a shirt instead of a frame
I'm dead as a doorknob and I got it locked
So fuck every key on your key chain, boy

[Bridge 2]
Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie
I don't know if I'm comin' or goin', Lord, I'm undecided
Throw flowers on my body, allergic to pollen
Rest In Peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten
[Hook]
(No) I never see your crazy face (Ohhh)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
(You don't see me, nigga, no)
I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
(You can't see me, nigga, no, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name
(You can't see me, nigga, no, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name
(I'm the muthafuckin' ghost)
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
[Outro: Sample]
Dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead, sir
He's dead chap, that man's dead back there
It's worse than dead, his brain is gone43EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Me and My Drank[Intro: Short Dawg]
Yeah, I'm in the lab, no pad, no pen
Just a styrofoam cup I can pour a four in

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Up in the studio, me and my drank
Deezle on the beat and let me do my thang
Thinkin' 'bout a certain, certain somebody
That perfect somebody, sexy purple body
She got service road curves, and highway eyes
The road to her soul, just follow the road signs
And holla if you hear me, I love it when she's near me
I hate when she's away, and Satan'll see the day
That Hell freeze over before I let her go
And let one of you bitch niggas get her, no, no, no
You don't know how to treat her
You don't know that I need her, hey
Do you know that I need ya?
'Cause baby, right now
It feel like the whole world is against me
Ever since the death of Pimp C
But me, I'm up in the studio, me and my drank
Me and my drank, me and my drank
I'm up in the studio, me and my drank
Me and my drank, me and my drank
And you sit on 24's, I sip on 24's
You sit on 24's, I sip on 24's
Drop a four in a 20 ounce and call it 24's
Drop a four in a 20 ounce and call it 24's
I'm riding out, leaning, never nodding out
My girl tripping, damn I gotta hear my momma mouth
My homeboys say I should slow down a little
But that shit I'm on make me slow down a lot
You bottle pop, I buy a bottled pop
Drop some syrup in it, get out my Waffle House
I live in Wayne's World, represent our South
And this how we do it, do it in our South
One more ounce'd make me feel so great
Wait, now I can't feel my face
Up in the studio, me and my drank
Me and my drank, me and my drank
Up in the studio, me and my drank
Me and my drank, me and my drank
Will somebody please, please double cup me?
And everybody please, please don't judge me
Will somebody please, please double cup me?
And everybody please, please don't judge me
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Up in the studio, me and my drank
Me and my drank, me-me and my drank
Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank
Me and my drank (Yeah) me-me-me and my drank

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Now for all y'all who ain't heard of him
Mr. M-O-E, the Barre Baby
Was a Southside living legend
Of 3rd Ward, bone hard, street veteran
And it all started in '93
High school, he was a fool, he was only 18
With the dreams of becoming a ghetto superstar
Rollin' in foreign cars through the streets of 3rd Ward
It was all momma leave 'em with, a trace of Mo-E
And promethazine, now he the codeine fiend
And his team was the coldest, every day they rolled thick
Niggas and hoes on dick cause that's that Screwed Up Clique
The Barre Baby, the Barre Baby
Barre Baby, yeah
I sip that Big Moe, I drink that Pimp C
Rest in peace Big Moe, rest in peace Pimp C
I sip that Big Moe, I drink that Pimp C
Rest in peace Big Moe, rest in peace Pimp C
And fuck what they say
Mr. DJ Screw, I'ma do this for you
[Hook: Lil Wayne & Short Dawg]
Up in the studio, me and my drank
Me and my drank, me-me and my drank
Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank (Yeah, yeah)
Me and my drank, me-me-me and my drank
I usually don't do this but, uh...

[Verse 3: Short Dawg]
Yeah, T you gotta feel me
Sippin' on some drank the color purple like Celie
Really, they say I should chill before it kills me
But so will a car crash or a nine milli (That's true)
And I ain't even mention cigarettes or airplanes
So grab a Sprite, here's a pint we can share, Wayne
Yeah mayne, tastes so sweet
And I ain't gonna have a seat cause I don't wanna fall asleep
So just pour it in my drink and I'ma sip until I lean hard
Drank got me moving slower than a retard
So press record, and hear these hot raps (You know I got 'em)
I'm in the booth, cup on me like a jock-strap (I ain't lying)
And I will not nap until the bottle's empty
Then I pour a little more for Pat, Screw and Pimp C (Rest in peace)
And I would stop but believe that I can't
So 'til Short is gone, it's just me and my drank, my drank

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Up in the studio, me and my drank
Me and my drank, me-me and my drank
Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank
Me and my drank, me-me-me and my drank
Up in the studio, me and my drank
Me and my drank, me-me and my drank
Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank
Me and my drank, me-me-me and my drank
[Outro: Lil Wayne & Short Dawg]
Me and my drank
Up in the studio, someone pour another four
Oh, oh, yeah
I told the bitch one more ounce will make me feel so great
Wait, now I can't feel my face
Will somebody please, please double cup me?
And tell the world please, please don't judge me
Will somebody please, please double cup me?
And everybody please, please don't judge me
You sit on 24's, we sip on 24's
You sit on 24's, we, we, we
Drop a four in the 20 ounce and call it 24's
Drop a four in the 20 ounce and call it 24's
Yeah, I'm in the lab, no pad, no pen
Just a styrofoam cup I can pour a four in27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Started[Verse 1]
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
These niggas wear dresses and y'all call me weird nigga?
Go in niggas' pockets while we here
What kind of cologne do you wear because all I could smell is fear nigga
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Boy I'm from New Orleans where the dope fiends kill niggas
Brains came out his fucking ear
I got a full clip, I empty the whole thing up in here
Now I'mma keep a pill and a blunt
I might pass the motherfucker but most likely I'mma flunk
Tell my bitch I could do bad on my own
She say "You gon' miss me nigga." I say "Bitch the thrill is gone"
I ain't drove it look better in the driveway
Married to the MOB, man you niggas just some bridesmaids
Bitches give me head instead of playing mind games
Tattooed tears for my homies, it's a cryin' shame
You could get a Dom P bottle to your face
Niggas just construction workers, trynna build a case
Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait
Why your bitch blowing me up? If I answer, I deflate
Motherfucker I'm like
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
I fuck her 'til she cry, make that ho drink her fuckin' tears
Lord, I hope she swallow more than tears
Then her homegirl came in the room and volunteered
Man, dreads hanging out the ski mask
Run up in your house, the couch potatoes getting mashed
Run up in the kitchen get your stash out the oven
You wonder how we know? stop talking while you cuddlin'
Ain't nothing like some pussy when you going through something
Just called a bad bitch, I said I'm going through something
Bugatti sitting still, look like it's going 200
Pussy nigga keep your mouth closed like you chew onions
Mother fucker I'm like
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Rather be judged by my jewelry, not a jury of my peers
And I got some kush to hide in her brassiere
And we only selling what the boat bring here nigga
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Cause I got shooters on the roof like some fucking reindeer
And I'm probably with the model of the year
I'm about to go Pac with the nose ring up in here
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Young Money motherfucking Entertainment
And y'all know Marley got the chopper up in here
Yeah, me, myself and I, the fucking Three Musketeers
Smoke like I fucking disappeared
I check your pussy ass, and wait for it to clear nigga
Tunechi, everybody know your name like Cheers, nigga
Started from the bottom now my whole team here nigga!
Tunechi!
[Outro]
Yeah, D5
Whatup Five?
Worry bout me, give a fuck about you
Just as a reminder to myself
Bust every single nut in her motherfucking mouth
I'm like, Lord I hope she swallow more than tears...8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Itchin[Verse 1]
She say my dickhead need a crown on it
She say my cum tastes like holy water
She say she get hiccups just thinkin' of me
I said, "Next time, bring your drinkin' buddy"
I told her, this that Dedication 5
And anything else is a consolation prize
I said, "I'm cumming," she say, "Take your time"

[Hook]
Yeah, I told her take her drawers off and she says I ain't wearin' none
I asked her, "Who this pussy for?" She said "Ransom"
And when she says "I Love You", I say, "Shut up, take this dick"
She treat me like a God and tell her man she atheist
And then he calls with all that bitchin'
"Who is this?" She busy, call her later

[Verse 2]
Now we switchin' positions, we in here getting creative
I put Champagne on her titties, then sip it out her navel, boy
I live in pussy, let me speak to my neighbors, I say
Clean the puke off of the toilet bowl
Treat the pussy like revolving doors
Ran outta rubbers at the corner store
She in my ear, like "What you want them for?"
Well, give me brains since you a smart-aleck
Fuck her all night and don't smell it
Open her mind like a watermelon, haha, you jealous
[Hook]
I told her take her drawers off and she says I ain't wearin' none
I asked her who this pussy for, she said ransom
And when she says "I Love You", I say,  "Shut up, take this dick"
She treat me like a God and tell her man she atheist
He on that phone with all that bitchin'
"Who is this?" She busy, call her later
Now we kissin', we twisted, my dick in a tornado
She say, "Hit it," I hit it, I hit it raw like yayo, I admit it

[Bridge]
(That fuckin' corner store man)
Uh, we makin' love like money
Yeah, yeah, like money
Like money
Told her this that Dedication 5
Dedication 5
I killed that pussy, it came back to life

[Hook]
I told her take her drawers off and she said "Why you playin' dumb?"
I asked her "Who this pussy for?" She didn't answer
And she say "Ooh, I love you," I said "Shut up, take this dick"
Would tell her say my name, but I gave her an alias

[Verse 3]
And oh my god she swallowed triplets, she gripped with
The hand that rocks the cradle, I'm so lifted, what is this? This here a Dedication
It was scripted, predicted, and shout out to my skaters
Boy, I live in pussy, let me speak to my neighbors, I say
[Outro]
D5
What up 5?
I told her this that Dedication 5
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Dick Pleaser[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Marley, I be you!
Shout-out Too Short
I'm going in
The Aphilliates, nigga! Holla at your boy

[Verse 1 (false starts): Lil Wayne]
I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser
But shawty from Cuba, still working on her visa
Her girlfriend, Lisa—met her in Puerto Rico
How she don't suck dick but expect for me to eat her?
I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser
I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser
But shawty from Cuba, still working on her visa
Her girlfriend, Lisa—met her in Puerto Rico
How she don't suck dick, but expect for me to eat her?
That ho crazy, man, you don't wanna meet her
But her homegirl, Nita, swallow cum by the liter
She look good in boy shorts and a beater
But this other girl, Quita, way sexier than Nita
I ain't lying—she the... hottest bitch, heater
But I'm a fucking freezer, yeah, I'ma fucking leave her
Yeah, I'm a fucking eagle, flyer and deeper
Smoke like a Cohiba, your ho give me cerebral
Now, get low and touch your toes for my people
And if you ain't fucking them, you ain't fucking me either
You think your man hot? Well, fuck it, me: ether
Heard I got guap, wanna kick it like FIFA
Every day Christmas 'cause I'm smoking that wreath-a
Keep a lot of bitches like Queen Latifah
I am Southern-land, not Kiefer
Y-M-E for "Young Money Entertainment," ha
Run, dummy, finna bang it
You want beef? Then my money will arrange it
I am not fucking finna aim it
But that Nina Ross shout for me when I'm angry
Yeah, Hollygrove, biatch
Sloppy like Joe, you better go get G-I
All my guns knee high, M-O-N-E-Y
That's what I rely on, I'm gone
"He high"—yep, I'm three-high
I'm just schoolin' these fucks like DeVry
College institution, finals and confusion
Stop with your excuses; hip-hop, I am seducin'
Beat you like producers, eat you like produce
Man, I'll fuck your girl 'til her pussy got no juice
Now, she can't produce, so you won't be needing that, baby
'Cause all you really need is Weezy F. Baby
[Interlude: DJ Drama]
All right, let me vent for a minute. See, the problem I got with the game is: There are no gatekeepers in hip hop. Who's letting these wack niggas in? I mean, can someone please put a combination lock on the door? And stop giving out the code? Goddamn! Hey, Millz, show 'em how it's done!

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
I knew this freak named Tammy from around the way
She used to go to Catholic school back in the day
Now, she stripping in Sue's for a stack a day
But she bring it all to Daddy, so that's okay
I got a bitch named Lola, true dick-smoker
Part-time broker; late nights, she work at Strokers
Her cousin named Mocha got a insane spine
But it's crazy 'cause I fucked 'em both at the same time
I even got a bitch in the Bay named Jessica
I swear, she might give the best mouth in America
Vanessa got a attitude, but her ass meaner
She remind me of this ho I used to fuck named Sabrina
Ugly lil' thing from the home of the Ravens
I only kept her 'round 'cause the ass was amazing
Tiffany and Emily, my bona fide sluts
When I cum, they touch tongues and share that nut
Got a white chick down in Florida named Sasha
On my mama, her head golden like an Oscar
And I met her through Tasha
At the condo, she let me fuck her on the washer
September nigga, so you know he nasty
And if she nasty, we do the nasty
Now, I tell a bitch like this
You gotta take ten dicks before you meet the president
Young Money! (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Okay, I know this one honey
I call her "Track Star" 'cause when we fuck, she run from me
And I'm hella fly, and her dude dumb-bummy
And I don't get girls, I make her get one for me
My weed real plummy and real gummy
And my flow is harder than an anvil, honey
Shoot these niggas with the handheld, honey
I paper-chase, fuck standstill money
Niggas kill with me and kill for me
Best believe we riding if the fan belt running
Leave a motherfucker just laying there, bloody
I'm from the Dirty and I make it rain—damn, that's muddy!
She just wanna be my cuddy buddy
And on these tracks, I go nutty-butty
What it dizz-oo? Is you or is you ain't my baby?
Baby?11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Open Safe[Intro]
Turn the music up
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Verse 1]
Tattoos on my face, nigga (Mm)
Grill shinin' in your face, nigga (Yeah)
Blowin' smoke in your face, nigga (Mm)
Hoes smilin' in my face, nigga
Your ho smilin' in my face, nigga (Hello)
She out of line, she out of place, nigga (Hello)
Everybody know my face, nigga
All eyes on me, get the mace, nigga
Uh, bad bitch with the face glitter
Snoop Dogg, murder was the case, nigga
Yeah, my homie got a open case, nigga
We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga

[Chorus 1]
Uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga
We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga
Yeah, if it's beef, we over-ate, nigga
Bap, bap, bap, bap, it's no debate, nigga
Yeah, there go the bass, nigga
You niggas starve, we let food go to waste, nigga
Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga
I do the same shit I learned on sex-tapes with her
New money, call it cake, fresh-baked, nigga
Hungry, bullets eatin' off your chest-plate, nigga
I hope this bitch don't think that I'mma have faith in her (No-no)
Bitch screamed when the dick was halfway in her
[Verse 2]
When the dick was halfway in her
Damn, you ain't dead yet? I'm amazed, nigga
Guess what? I'm comin' back with that gauge, nigga
Leather face, but I’m feeling like suede nigga
Got you dizzy, turning over in your grave, nigga
I could shoot this bitch and still drive straight, nigga
Bap, bap, bap, bap, I'm irate, nigga
5'5" stuntin' like I'm 5'8", nigga (What?)
Bumbu out the glass, no chase, nigga (Bumbu)
Only smoke on gas, no brakes, nigga
No brakes, road rage, my new money gonna die of old age
When they shoot, we don't race, we gon' need our own space
Need a piece of that pie, we gon' need it homemade
I be comin' home late, bad bitch, long face
She do every single thing but rub me the wrong way
'96 Dom P, I have that with Corn Flakes
And I never been intrigued by the patterns on snakes
You could dump a dead body, man, I think I know a place
She gon' suck the prototype then swallow all the proteges, nigga

[Chorus 2]
Lookin' like a open safe, nigga
We in this bitch, lookin' like Miss Oprah's safe, nigga (We're safe)
My homie caught a whole case (Whole case)
Celebratin' like he got a cold case, nigga (Oh!)
Whew, wait, nigga
Had to take a smoke break, nigga
A smoke break, nigga
[Verse 3]
I stick her hands in the fan blades, nigga
That's when she told me where her man stayed, nigga
I ran up in that bitch on a rampage, nigga
In the morning, brains in the pancakes, nigga
My bitch classy and she keep her classmates with her
Your bitch ashy and she keep a ashtray with her
Had to do it one time for my skate niggas
Skate up on you, blam-blam, skate away, nigga
Kick push, that means grind and get paid, nigga
These pay cuts bleed through the Band-Aid, nigga
So walk it like you talk it, sashay, nigga
Skate up on you, blam-blam
Okay nigga, I just left José nigga, I just left José, nigga
Federales on my ass, fuckin' had a boat chase, nigga
They didn't see no face, nigga
Your bitch spent the whole day with us
If she open her fuckin' mouth, knock all the white out, no racism
That's cold, homies, pump that bass, nigga
And sometimes we close the safe, nigga
But there ain't no code to break, niggas
I capitalize off my own mistakes, you lowercase, nigga
Your bitch cut her legs when they was on my shoulder blades, nigga
Don't hate (Don't hate) call an ace, an ace, nigga
Got Mack with me up in this bitch and a MAC just in case, nigga
I'm a Scarface, nigga, fuck your human race, nigga
I'm on base, nigga, yeah Lil Tunechi safe, nigga
[Chorus 3]
Uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga
We in this bih lookin' like an open safe, nigga
Ya, uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga
We in this bih lookin' like an open safe, nigga
Your ho smilin' in my face, nigga
She outta line, she out of place, nigga
I hope that they gon' think that I'ma have faith in her (No-no)
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For Nothing[Intro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne]
Gangster, gangster
DatPiff dot com, world premiere
Okay
Yeah
I'm reloaded (gangster grizzils)
Trill outchea
So after D6, I text Weezy
It's rough
I say, now it's time for a vacation
Guess the iPhone autocorrected
And he thought I said "now it's time for a Dedication."
Now you want it?  'Cause we gon' bring it y'all
So now y'all got a twenty pack
What's your address?
You're welcome
And not your email address neither
D6: Reloaded
Front door, leggo
A Dedication!

[Verse]
Looking in the mirror, all I see is money
Bop-bop, but if I was blind, all I hear is runnin'
Plug went to jail Saturday, 'posed to meet him Sunday
He said his bitch flushed the work, time to do some plumbin'
Gotta love the way we comin' though, we keep it comin'
Wolves never cry wolf and you could feed us onions
Pledge allegiance to the region that's beneath and under
The southside from your blind side, Stevie Wonder
Hunger Games, ain't no games when we speakin' hunger
We greedy fuckers, eat your supper, pick our teeth, and mug you
The pockets bustin' out the muscle, bitch, I'm bleedin' blubber
And I been drunk and I can't trust you 'cause I'm seein' double
And I been ballin' like the Rucker, nigga, triple-double
And now it's war, and they want peace, but it won't fix the puzzle
You drop the ball, if you a beast you won't be quick to fumble
If I'm too deep then get a bigger shovel, dig a tunnel
If you a beast then that bitch can't get a nickel from you
I'm the only one that speak when we in the huddle
Make a pussy nigga leak, then jump in the puddle
We comin' deep to your street, 'bout to rent a shuttle
Every day of the week, if I hit the streets, I gotta hit a hustle
Every day of the week I gotta get loaded-loaded, skip the bufferin'
I got it made, and with that said, I gotta tip the butler
I like my bitches mustard, business hushed, and Bentleys custom
Bitches sufferin' 'cause the system fucked 'em, now they fuckin'
They can't hide their battle scars but they can hide their stomachs
Niggas like Niagara Falls how their mouths are runnin'
But we making caviar out of flounders, guppies
Stand tall, but I'm a munchkin to my pile of money
Got down and dug it, found a nugget, made a mountain of it
Don't need a crown, gown, or nothing; I'm the king of subject
Chocolate, brown, cream, and fudgie, and I'm peanut buttery
Fuck the fuckery, I go skullduggery, it get ugly
Niggas thuggin', we got babies smugglin' in their Huggies
Niggas jugglin' different kind of drugs, Feds strugglin'
Sippin' Actavis, activist like Fred Douglass
Goodnight, sleep tight, watch the bed buggies
She give me ass, she give me head, I call it head-buttin'
Walk in a room full of buttons, press the red button
Blow this bitch to shreds, get my skateboard and shred somethin'
Lead pumpin', you dead, pumpkin
Go 'head, dump 'em, redrum 'em
Goin' hard in the paint, Andre Drummond
Headhuntin', Good Will Huntin', still stuntin'
All or nothin', Warren G to Warren Buffett
Stormin', floodin', lightnin', thunderin'
Carter comin', like karma comin'
My bitch pussy's the warmest oven
Need morning lovin'
She foreign, Donald might bomb her country
Thick as fuck, no panties when she got on her onesie
Whoa
Time to get this paper though
You ape or ho?
Bitches in line to get this snake fo' sho'
We take the dough if they don't pay the dough
And that's fo' sho'
We make 'em vegetables, and we don't even like vegetables
These niggas extra broke, we break a nigga down to decimals
We up in México to see the plug, and not electrical
High cholesterol, you niggas salty, I'm the pepper though
Your bitch ain't half a ho, she wanna be in my next episode
I'm a steppin' stone
And that .380, that's my chaperone
It blow like saxophone
And when the smoke clear I'ma stand alone
I'm from the terrordome
Yeah, that's New Orleans, home of methadone
Cops on megaphones
It's so much bad luck, ain't no leprechauns
I been called a stone, pocket full of stones
On the corner moving stones, Papa was a rolling stone
I'm so stoned, in this bitch, waitin' on Babylon
Bible on the dresser, next to the gun and Tylenol, silence off
Spike a bitch drink, like volleyball
Olive Oyl skinny bitches can't get in the ride at all
Not at all
I'm involved in a real private war, time to brawl
Niggas don't want Lil Tune to take these diamonds off
I'ma talk crazy to a deaf nigga, these niggas blind
I'ma still throw up my set, nigga, steel toe in your chest, nigga
"Hell no" to a yes-nigga, "Fuckin' right" to a bad bitch
She can fuck around and get her ass licked
Still can't get her ass kissed
Black fist, middle finger to taxes, the police and their actions
I'm still pickin' out mansions
Still dickin' down such-and-such, still fuckin' with so-and-so
Still fuckin' my bitch's friends, never fuck my woadie ho
Still talkin' about Hollygrove, still talkin' about coke and dope
On the set in that OVO, on the jet in that OVO
I don't threaten, I go for broke, wanna step and go toe to toe?
No bullshit at this rodeo, and all my clips Pinocchio
Tunechi, bitch, for nothing, drops mic
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Well, I can't technically 'cause it's connected
But, but, you get the expression, Mula
Welcome, thank you for joining
Dedication 6, this some sick shit
Umm, first of all, I wanna thank Drama for doing this shit again, and always doing this shit for his dawg. My nigga, one time. Thank everybody involved, everybody involved. My team, my team is my fam. Everybody who put they fingerprints on this shit, 'preciate everybody
So the definition of Dedication has changed for me since the first one, since the second one, since the third one, whatever. It's because, umm, whenever I put it out, umm, it's life. And since I don't write none of my shit, I'm coming from the head. And what happens is, when you rap so long or when you do it so long, all the things in your head, you done used up. So what happens is you gotta start using something else and coming from somewhere else, and that somewhere else is ten times out of ten your heart. And, umm, that's what this Dedication 6 project is
But, uh, yeah, the definition is always different because I'm always going through something at that time of my life, you know what I mean. I prolly was fucking your bitch on Dedication 4, and the whole fucking shit was dedicated to her, you know what I mean. I dunno. Whichever one that wasn't, that didn't do as well as all of the rest of them, that was definitely the one that was dedicated to her4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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You Ain’t Got Nuthin[Intro: Fabolous]
Yes!
What it look like, Alc'?
I'm tryna show these niggas, man
It's that Street Fam, man, we rep that (Hahahaha!)
Loso! Street fi-di-di-di-dam (Yes!)

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Yo, I'm with 101 niggas, we Dalmatian-doggy-deep (Yes)
And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy, leap (C'mon)
Kermit, you better think before you ribbit
Don't get murdered over your song before you ad-lib it
I pop up like Xzibit (Yeah), but given I'm at your crib, it's (Yeah)
Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (Nah)
Fuck getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog-tied, wimp
Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (Hahahaha)
It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp (What you think?)
'Cause your boy just stay above the game
They tryna tag him, spray a brother frame
But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim, ha
Go 'head, nigga, say another name
Take this family for a joke (Ayy), play them Wayan-brother games
And I'ma Git You Sucka, I be scheming with this Keenan (That's right)
Aimin with this Damon, I'm putting that Major Payne in (Oh)
My Little Man is on you, Marlon and Shawn you (Yeah)
Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lasagna
Forty-cal fettuccine, trey-pound pasta
You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian, nigga
You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (Yes!)
I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (Yes!)
The drop-top, they say it's Ocean Drive-inspired
So you can call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana]
Ugh, I get money like a muh'fucka
Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me
Oh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka (Mr. HD)
Yeah, money you ain't never see (High definition)
Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing (That's how I'm coming at you niggas, you dig? Santana! Ayy!)
But you ain't got nothing on me (Hahaha!)

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
I'm on the grind 'til the police come (Yeah)
With that pistol on my side, boy, don't be dumb (Ha), or
I let that semi twirl you (Get 'em); now you can follow the drip
'Cause one shot out of the clip'll Jheri-curl you (Ooh)
Leave you sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasants
Or get opened up like presents—please!
My young boys wildin' for respect
Slit your throat, have you smiling with your neck, say cheese" (Ha)
My dough's a bit longer (Yup), my flow is just slaughter (Yup)
My wrist look like frozen Poland Spring water (Damn)
So tell me, boys, tell me, boys, who you think you messing with? (Who?)
I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (Ill!)
Haven't you all heard? (What?) Y'all all herbs (Yup!)
I stick toothpicks (Where?) in y'all hors d'oeuvres
(Listen...) I'm a shark, y'all just koi fish
(What else?) Octopus (What else?) Oysters (Haha!)
Chump! I got my eye on your wifey now (Yeah!)
I have her lick me up (Up!) and then wipe me down (Down!)
She told me you's a nag, you's a bug (Damn!)
She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (Damn!)
She told me you'd be beastin', you'd be checkin' for the burns
So I gave her knee pads for the rug (Haha!)
It's Skull Gang from the chain to the lifestyle
You surfboard dudes get wiped out—totally
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, ohh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka
Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me
Oh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka
Yeah, money you will never see
Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
But you ain't got nothing on me (Uh-huh, check me out)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Get you—three, four—get you
Like the number after one, I'ma get me, too
It's Weezy F.-U; now, you gotta have a baby
My money don't folds nor bends—Mercedes
Maybach, grey-black
And I got a four-four and a 'K, like eight stacks
Fuck your city and your town, I state facts— Take that!
No, better yet, like Diddy: "Take that"
Wait—rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax
Got paper like a fax machine, asi-neen
Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don, and after mine
There will be nine, damn I mean, there will be none
I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt
You've ever seen, or heard, Carter, Harvard, y'all scared
Not me, not I, call me "Young Popeye"
Tell Bluto I'm a Nuno, I bring RAL to your fun'ral
Damn, I mean "funer-al," "funer-uhl"
You say "tomato," I say "to-mah-to"
You say "get 'em," I say "got 'em"—yeah, I got 'em!
Man, you better keep paying me 'cause you don't want my problems
I be wildin' like Capital One—what is in your wallet?
You fly, but what is it to pilot?
Weezy—I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom
Huh, damn, I mean, "foot up in your ass"
I kick that shit, now go'n' put it in the trash
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Deezle! Ugh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka
Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me
Yeah, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka
Yeah, money you will never see
Yeah, ugh, ugh
And you ain't got nothing on me
Yeah, I'm gettin' money like a muh'fucka
Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me
Yeah, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka
Yeah, big money, nigga
Big money, nigga, big money, nigga
Yeah, and you ain't got nothing on me14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Like the View[Chorus]
I stepped on a flower, foot on a petal
Good wasn't home so I settled for better
I'm on my way to get it, but get it got shot
So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got
Now I'm like "Hey, I like the view from here!"
I'm so high I can't see you from here
Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me
Man, these bitches just looking for a daddy
Pussy and problems, can't live without 'em
The weed too loud, turn up the volume
Richer than a bitch, but I can't buy tomorrow
That's why I go hard, ho

[Verse 1]
God bless the world, and most people in it
It's anybody's game, but nobody's winning
Mona Lisa smile, that bitch barely grinning
Take you off the face of the Earth like a blemish
We went from Boyz to Menace, Menace II Society
Now we get higher, call that shit karate
Blame it on the money, the money is the bad guy
Smoke so much good, I don't even have a bad side
Yeah, I got a pussy hangover
Bitches eat me up like my name is Russell Stover
Murder the perception, make 'em get it right
If I'm flirting with perfection, I'm fucking her tonight
I'm a Southerner's delight, Louisiana pride
The belly of the beast, it ate me alive
Tell them bitches they'll never take me alive
And today I took a walk outside and...
[Chorus]
I stepped on a flower, foot on a petal
Good wasn't home so I settled for better
I'm on my way to get it, but get it got shot
So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got
Now I'm like "Hey, I like the view from here!"
I'm so high I can't see you from here
Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me
Man, these bitches just looking for a daddy
Pussy and problems, can't live without 'em
The weed too loud, turn up the volume
Richer than a bitch, but I can't buy tomorrow
That's why I go hard, ho

[Verse 2]
Uh, and we all kiss our mamas
Cause promises are broken but tomorrow isn't promised
Think I'm gettin' sick, I'm feelin' illegal
And not having money is the root of all evil
Life is a midget, so try to live it up
It's Dr. Carter, bitch, I got this shit nipped and tucked
If these walls could talk, they probably won't shut up
I need some wallpaper before they start to fuss
Yeah, pick up the phone and call your bluff
Human growth hormone, now my pockets all buff
I don't think about the future, it comes soon enough
Motherfucker, I don't shoot ya; bitch, I shoot ya up
I ain't like these niggas, I don't like these niggas
I just roll another joint, like Spike Lee, nigga
And I woke up this morning, got the coal out my eyes
And then I took a walk outside and...
[Chorus]
I stepped on a flower, foot on a petal
Good wasn't home so I settled for better
I'm on my way to get it, but get it got shot
So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got
Now I'm like "Hey, I like the view from here!"
I'm so high I can't see you from here
Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me
Man, these bitches just looking for a daddy
Pussy and problems, can't live without 'em
The weed too loud, turn up the volume
Richer than a bitch, but I can't buy tomorrow
That's why I go hard, ho11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Love You Dwayne[Spoken Word: Jacida Carter]
Dwayne, mama proud of you
You done came so far
I can't wait for your album to come out
A lot of people ask me when it's coming out
They can't wait for your album to come out
I'm just proud of you
You's my rock, you've always been my rock
Mama love you, I love you
You take care of me and then some
And your brother, we don’t wanted for nothing
I thank the Lord every day for keeping us on this earth
And in good health
I just pray things go well with you in life
But I thank the Lord, because I know you have been through a lot that I don't even know about
Mama love you
I love you Dwayne, with all my heart
You is my life
I live for you
You make sure mama's tooken care of
I don't care if you don't have it, you gon' make sure I get it anyway
Even though you don't have it to give
And my son though, Semaj, ain't wanted for nothing
Anything Semaj call you for, you gon' make sure he get it
Your children ain't wanted for nothin', you is a man, a truly man
Mama love you, I can't wait 'til your album come out
Because everybody asking about it and I know it's gon' be a beautiful album
Love you, Dwayne15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Intro (C4)[Produced by Willy Will]

[Verse]
Man, fuck them bitches and them hoes
And them niggas pussies, camel toes
I got some money on me, and the weed nice
My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light
Bitch it’s Carter 4, murder's all she wrote
Now it’s fuck everybody, like a Scorpio
Still running shit, I’m on my cardio
Boy I’m going in, like my water broke
Suicide note, suicide doors
I put in overtime, like a tied score
Tinted windows bitch, that mean mind yours
And the weed loud, like a lion's roar
Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever
Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller
No music on, rock it acapella
And I don’t need a watch, the time is now or never
Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit
A nigga counting money, you niggas counterfeit
Real nigga nigga, proud of what I am
Young Money is an army, bitch I’m Uncle Sam
Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune
I left the bullshit in the waiting room
Straight to the money, no short cuts
Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus
We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups
And bitch I be so high, I get starstruck
Millz in this bitch, he said fuck them hoes
And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes
And I keep some bud, like Rudy Huxtable
I’m bout to slam the beat, nigga Dusty Rhodes
I’m from eagle street, I go Hercules
I get on the beat, murder 1st degree
YMCMB, we don’t give a fuck
You faker than some titties, you get tittie fucked
This the best worst feeling
And nigga if I die I die a death worth living
This that text book G shit
I’ve been in that water but I’ve never been sea sick
Yeah, knock me I knock ya face off
Life’s a crazy bitch, Grace Jones
Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone
C4, Mr. Carter’s home!8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Psycho[Chorus]
Psycho, you got me psycho
Baby, commit me
I'm not backing down

[Verse 1]
I never knew the girl would have me out here trippin'
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'
I thought I was whippin' 'til that pussy whipped me
I fell asleep in it like Whitney
I go hard for my baby
Psycho ward for my baby
Swipe that card for my baby
Bodyguard for my baby
Bobby Brown for my baby
Lock it down for my baby
I knock that pussy out and then I growl for my baby
Even psychos need love too
I save all her text messages
I smell her panties while she in the bathroom
And taste whatever she left in them
I take pictures of her when she not lookin'
Study 'em microscopically
Marry me and then bury me
And then bury her on top of me, I'm
[Chorus]
Psycho (You got me)
You got me psycho (You got me psycho)
Baby, commit me (Baby, commit me)
I'm not backing down
(I'm not backing down)

[Verse 2]
Girl, I'm so crazy for you
I left my old lady for you
Now she done went crazy
You know she be hatin' on you
Say she gon' be waitin' for me
Well, she gon' be waitin'
'Cause she know I'm crazy 'bout you
You got me all psychotic
Girl, I'm your patient
I'm just tryna kick it wit' ya
And I don't even know karate
But I know cr-azy
Crazy 'bout her attitude
Crazy 'bout her shampoo
Jealous of her shadow dude
I'm crazy
Crazy 'bout her vaginal and every other avenue
Jump without a parachute, I'm crazy
Should've said I never do
If she says pleasurable
Then it's my pleasure, boo
You ain't gotta never move
Lookin' all edible
And I'm ready when you're ready to
You already knew
Girl, you already know
I ain't never lettin' go
I ain't never lettin' go
Addicted to your love, a motherfucker need a Betty Ford
You gon' have to cut me off with a sword
And if you ever leave me, I ain't leavin' nothin' but a note
While I'm hangin' from the second floor
And when you don't come home
Then it's vroom-vroom, boom-boom
Nigga ridin' 'round checkin' doors, oh Lord
[Chorus]
Psycho (You got me psych)
You got me psycho (You got me, you got me psycho)
Baby, commit me
I'm not backing down

[Bridge]
I never knew the girl would have me out here trippin'
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'

[Outro]
Psycho, you got me psycho (You got me psycho)
Baby, commit me
I'm not backing down
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Amazing Amy[Intro: Lil Wayne & Quavo]
Whoa, I'm in love with that ho bro
(Uh, Migo!)
We got London on da Track

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Quavo]
She crazy as fuck (Crazy) but she sexy (bad) as fuck (She bad)
And she just hit me up, she text me "let's fuck" (Smash)
I'm just waking up but fuck it I'm up (I'm up)
Ooh! I'm on my way (where?)
Get out my way (Move), bump-bump-bump-bump (Move)
I'm Norman Bates and this bitch ain't normal, our kids gon be nuts (Not the babies!)
But when I had the yay
And the police would come she wouldn't give me up (Nah)
She knew what not to say
And when they would leave, she gave me heads up
Lord I feel like Plies (I'm feeling like), that's my lil' baby (Baby)
But that bitch so crazy (Crazy)
That bitch gon kill me, and then she'll be famous, that'll be crazy
Amazing Amy, amazing Amy, my bitch so crazy
But that's my bitch though, I must be crazier, she must be schizo
Fuck it, I love her, fuck it, I love her, don't fuck with my lover
Boy I'll put you under
Her last nigga shunned her, she ride me like Honda
Amazing Amy, amazing Amy, that bitch so crazy
That bitch gon' kill me, then she'll be famous
That's what's amazing (Damn)
But I'm in love with that ho though
Even though she loco
That pussy got me bozo
I'm in love with that ho bro
Amazing Amy, amazing Amy, my bitch so crazy
That bitch gon' kill me, then she'll be famous
That's so amazing
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
She's so amazing
Lord I feel like Plies, that's my lil' baby
That bitch gon kill me, that'll be crazy
But that's what's amazing, that's my lil' baby
That bitch so crazy, amazing Amy
(Just wait on it, just wait on it)
And this that Sorry 4 The Wait, Amy
(Just wait on it, just wait on it, just wait on it)
And I'm so sorry for the wait, Amy...

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Quavo!
She told me wait on it
I told her you gon have to put a date on it (Go)
You already let Tunechi skate on it
My hook in the water, lil' mama, she bait on it
Damn, I mean she bite on it (Grrr)
Kawasaki she can ride on it (Ride)
She too good for me like some vitamins
She swallowed the dick like a Heineken (Nasty)
I love her she came with a frying pan
Her mama black, her daddy from Japan
So amazing she deserve a Birkin bag
She so crazy she gonna take all of my cash
She in love with my money and I am so crazy
I'm gonna keep spending blue hunnids and for the jabronis
Waiting for Migos and Wayne to fall off
Nigga you can wait on it
[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset!
Choppa like Tony watch how I do my opponent
Wait on my moment I beat it I own it
Keep that thang on me you won't catch me lonely
She wanna suck and fuck and put it on me
She plotting on me trynna get some money (Cash)
Had to cut her cause the millions coming (Cut, yeah)
Run off with the work, started trappin dummies
Caucasian, Black and Asian you amazing
We poppin' them seals we not in the Navy
We won't take a deal cause we got the paper (Nah)
That people hate it, we still nominated
Young Rich Niggas yeah we graduated
I got bitches in the kitchen cookin' Sarah Palin
Smoking up the gas bag you can smell the fragrance (Gas)
Got me buying handbags, man this bitch is crazy (Uh, crazy)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Takeoff! Takeoff!
Amazing Amy
Amy wanna have my baby
(Nah) she been patiently waiting
Waitin' for me to get famous (Waitin' for)
Want me to buy her Mercedes
I thumb through the check then I looked at her crazy
I'm focused on the M&M's
You want Benjamin Franklins you gotta have patience
I pull up in the coupe and its disabled
I'm drinking on maple these bitches watching me on cable (Actavis)
Nigga's trynna copy but they can't be the creator
I'm a legend, feel like Will Smith, can you be my Jada?
And I'm in the Oakland, Audi looking like a Raider
When the Migos in your city we pack out your stadium
In the kitchen with the Dominican's I'm creating em'
Trappin and dabbin', pull up at your bando with Wayne & them!
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
She's so amazing
Lord I feel like Plies, that's my lil' baby
That bitch gon kill me, that'll be crazy
But that's what's amazing, that's my lil' baby
That bitch so crazy, amazing Amy
(Just wait on it, just wait on it)
And this that Sorry 4 The Wait, Amy
(Just wait on it, just wait on it, just wait on it)
And I'm so sorry for the wait, Amy...

[Outro: Quavo]
Amazing, amazing, ohh kill me! Crazy!
Amazing Amy! Oh! Oh!41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Phone Home[Intro: Dre]
This is, this is, this is, this is
We are not the same, I am a Martian
We are not the same, I am a Martian
Greetings from Planet Weezy
We will begin transmission in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

[Chorus: Dre]
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
And if you feel like you're the best
Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
We are not the same, I am a Martian
And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas
Lock, load, ready to aim at any target
I could get your brains for a bargain like I bought it from Target
Hip hop is my supermarket
Shopping cart full of fake hip hop artists
I'm starving, sorry, I gotta eat all it
And I'll be back in the morning
[Chorus: Dre]
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
And if you feel like you're the best
Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
We are not the same, I am a alien
Like Gonzales, young college
Student, who done just flipped the game like Houston
I'm used to promethazine in two cups, I'm screwed up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up
Flow so sick make you wanna throw your food up
Ice water chest, and my wrist like a cool cup
Two twin clippers, I give your ass a crew cut
I get bread like cold cuts, you know what?
Your girl go down fast, come up slow, but I never slow up
Weezy!

[Chorus: Dre]
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
And if you feel like you're the best
Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
They don't make 'em like me no more
Matter of fact, they never made it like me before
I'm rare, like Mr. Clean with hair
No brake lights on my car rear
I never had life and I never had fear
I rap like I done died and gone to heaven, I swear
And yeah, I'm a bear, like black and white hair, so I'm polar
And they can't get on my system 'cause my system is the solar
I am so far from the othars, I meant others
I just eat them for supper, get in my spaceship and hover, hover

[Chorus: Dre]
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
And if you feel like you're the best
Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Selsun Blue[Hook]
Get rid of the residue
Get rid of all the white, like Selsun Blue
This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
I'm so sorry, I feel terrible
Yeah, I know I keep on telling you
Leggo

[Verse 1]
It's all about the Young fuckin' Money
It's a war in these streets, I need a Humvee
That AK-47, that's my trusty
Got some tricks up my sleeves, I need some cufflinks
Oh Lord, these niggas soft, these niggas fluffy
Another one bites the dust 'til his gums bleed
Oh Lord, Public Enemy, Chuck D
Me with no money's like a bunny with no front teeth
Fuck me? It's fuck you if it's fuck me
I hit the kush, blow it out like a bum knee
Where the haters? Point 'em out and ask 'em what's beef
Stack of hundred dollar bills in a scrunchie
Oh Lord, kamikaze, kidnappin' killers
Screaming "Fuck the other side!"
She ride the dick, the dick gon' kill her, vehicular homicide
Oh Lord, I'm Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga
I'm sorry for them other guys
Lay a nigga down, Nina sang his ass a lullaby
Wave your white flag all you want, bitch, I'm colorblind
Bad bitch with me got thunder thighs and her mother's eyes
Li-li-li-lick my lollipop like it got gum inside
Miami in the winter, Cali in the summertime
My bitch is independent, she don't ask me for a dime
Love it when we makin' love, hate it when it's fuckin' time
Disrespect the caterpillar, rave about the butterfly
Bullet ain't got no name, nigga, but you could get it customized
Run up in your house, undisguised, why you look surprised?
Motherfuckers better fuckin' hide, I feel like Mr. Hyde
Athletes still gettin' jacked like they missin' tires
Oh Lord, one of the wildest B's in my hive
I'll sting a bitch and die anytime
Hate it when the fuckin' police shut the session down
We just talkin', we just skatin', we just messin' round
Tell them niggas that be hatin' we ain't messin' round
They just barkin', they just fakin', they gon' settle down
We got bitches, we got beer, we got Bobby Brown
Skatin' underneath the bridge, dead body found
Do a trick over the body, hope he smilin' down
Do a trick off of some stairs, land on solid ground
Grizzly Gang in this bitch, check the grip tape
Nigga came on your bitch, ooh milkshake
Chop a cocaine brick like a sensei
Break the great white down to a fish plate
Woo! Pockets on inflate
Got the Yay locked down like Kim K
I been sippin' codeine since 10K
I be cussin' while I'm bustin', "Die motherfuckers"
Oh Lord
[Hook]
Get rid of the residue
Get rid of all the white, like Selsun Blue
It's that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
I'm so sorry, I feel terrible
Yeah, I know I keep on telling you7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Two Shots[Produced by Diplo & DJA]

[Chorus]
Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever
It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together
I could probably do better, but probably's like never
I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser

[Verse 1]
Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher
It's all there papa, you ain't even got to measure
Laughing at how my old bitches look jealous
Well what goes around comes around, propellers
Money Over Bitches, M.O.B, goodfellas
Cut our ears off, ain't shit you could tell us
Write your name on the bullet, that's a fuckin' love letter
If I ain't a trendin' topic, I'm a fuckin' trend-setter, I'm on

[Chorus]
Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever
Man, it's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together
I could probably do better, but probably's like never
I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser

[Verse 2]
If you're scared, go to church, Mason Betha
Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasin' a leopard
The pussy wetter, wetter than it's ever been
But she gone probably try to cross the line like a Mexican
I ain't on that bullshit, shorty fine as fuck though
Now she kiss me on my neck, I hope she ain't cut-throat
Cut down on the syrup cause it made me fuck slow
Shoot so many times I'mma choke off the gunsmoke
Life, death, love, hate, pleasure, pain
Pay me no mind but I don't have change
I cock back and aim at your membrane
Broad day, no mask, close range
[Bridge]
You can get two shots from wherever, two shots from whoever
It be like a puzzle tryna put you back together
I should probably do better but probably, whatever

[Verse 3]
Your bullshit is stinkin' up the place
Me no tek bad up, me a done de place
Can't let these bitch niggas slide and touch base
I make her cum so many times, call her "nutcase"
It's Young Money baby, take your clothes off
Give me them three holes, bowlin' ball
Two shots of whatever
Keep them bitches cummin' and she gon' do whatever

[Chorus]
Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever
It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together
I could probably do better, but probably's like never
I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser

[Outro]
Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Gucci Gucci[Hook/Intro: Lil Wayne & Sample]
One big room full of bad bitches
One big room full of bad bitches
One big room full of bad bitches
One big room full of bad bitches
Sorry for the wait!
One big room full of bad bitches (Yeah!)
One big room full of bad bitches
Tez pushed the album back, man!
One big room full of bad bitches
One big room full of bad bitches (Sorry!)
Ugh!

[Verse 1]
Fuq' got the weed, Marl' got the gun
They say numbers don't lie; bitch, I'm not the one
Hammers in your face, this is not a dream
And you're getting every page of this magazine
Bumping UGK, talking about a murder
We roll a Dr. J and then we light that Julius Erving
I got pussy on the way and pussy on the way out
Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out
Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the toolie, fuck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl, call it Lady Gaga!
Glock 4-tini, nina colada
Suck, swallow; semen, saliva
I am going at your collar; fuck you hoe niggas
Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure
Diamonds in my teeth like I'm a fucking dope dealer
You're a dead man walking: Michael Jackson, Thriller
[Hook: Lil Wayne & Sample]
I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches, yeah!
One big room, full of bad bitches (Ugh! Ugh!)
One big room, full of bad bitches (Yeah!)
One big room, full of bad bitches (Ugh, ugh, it go...)
Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the toolie, fuck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl, call it Lady Gaga
Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the toolie, fuck around and pop ya
One big room, full of bad...

[Verse 2]
Back where I started on my set, in black
All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque
We don't pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats
And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats
'Til the wheels fall off; I can fix a flat
If you're scared, go to church and get a scripture tat
Guns the size of children; now, don't be childish
Be with wild-ass niggas, and I am the wildest
I'm a motherfucker; call me Weezy, baby
And on the end of the barrel, I got a sweet potato
My life is a movie, I got a leading lady
My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady
I got the world in my hands, skateboard and my Vans
And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran
I know what I can do, so, bitch, I do what I can
Dropped that Sorry 4 the Wait, man, I'm just saying
[Hook/Outro: Lil Wayne & Sample]
I-I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches, yeah!
One big room, full of bad bitches (Haha!)
One big room, full of bad bitches (Ugh!)
One big room, full of bad bitches (Haha! Ayo, I- I- Yo!)
One big room, full of bad bitches
Ayo, Kreayshawn, you can get it! (I'm sorry for the wait!)
One big room, full of bad bitches
Yo, yo! Kreayshawn, you can get it! (BP, I see you!)
One big room, full of bad bitches (Fükey, baby!)
Straight up! You can get it!
One big room, full of bad bitches (Mike Banger!)
Drop the Golden Gate Bridge! (Uh-huh!)
One big room, full of bad bitches
Scoo-Scoo, what's good?
One big room, full of bad bitches
Drop the Golden Gate Briiiidge!
One big room, full of bad bitches
Hood, I see you! (I'm gone)
AHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm sorry for the wait!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Without You[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Tell 'em

[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly & (Lil Wayne)]
I done spent so many of my days without you (Yeah)
I done lost all my love and found my way without you
I done gave up my soul, and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart, and wiped off my eyes
Without you, without you, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
How you doin'?
Me, I'm a mess
I feel powerless
Hands around this bottleneck, mmh
You got a new one
I'm not impressed
And if he trying to flex
You can give him my address, yeah
I be trying to rest
But Lord, the Devil busy
And when I do, I dream of you
And then the Devil pinch me
Do you ever miss me?
Do you ever wish we
Get it right and the rest is history?
I wish I could go back in time
And fix my lack of time
'Cause back then I had to grind
But see, you thought I’d rather grind
You thought I had the time
Thought I was lying half the time
And now I fantasize and agonize
To pass the time
Lord
[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly & (Lil Wayne)]
I done spent so many of my days without you (Uh)
I done lost all my love and found my way without you (Yeah)
I done gave up my soul (Yeah)
And gave up my pride (Yeah)
And taped up my heart (Yeah)
And wiped off my eyes
Without you (Without you)
Without you (Without you)
Yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
How you doin'?
I can tell
You look like yourself
And I look like I'm by myself, fuck
But I'm getting through it
I might as well
'Cause I know time will tell
But it be moving like a snail, yeah
You got a new one
I wish you well
Then I bite my nails
I'm scared I might hear wedding bells, uh
I guess I blew it
It never fails
You was tired of waiting to exhale
I wish I could go back in time
And fix my frame of mind
Back when everything was fine
And we would never think of dying
And I was yours and you was mine
And we combine and intertwine
And now we in decline
Finish line
End of time, Lord
Woo
[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly & (Lil Wayne)]
I done spent so many
(I done spent so many, way too many)
Of my days without you
(Of my days without you)
I done lost all my love
(Lost all my love)
And found my way without you (Lord)
I done gave up my soul (Yeah)
And gave up my pride (Yeah)
Taped up my heart (Yeah)
And wiped off my eyes
Without you (Without you)
Without you (Without you)
Yeah

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Now you've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong?
I'm left to live life alone
I'ma need more Styrofoams
If you find your way home
You know that porch light is on
I lay in bed wishing your side was warm
We wish we could go back in time
And push it in reverse
Cause this shit ain't for us
Baby, this shit for the birds
But I know what I'll do
I'll move on, I got to
And this is to you, for you
About you, without you, girl
[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly & (Lil Wayne)]
(I done spent so many, way too many
Of my days without you
I done lost all my love, Lord)
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes
Without you, without you

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
How you doing? I can tell, yeah
How you doing? I can tell
You look like yourself
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Living Right[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Livin'

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Nigga, that's me in that nice-ass house
Butt-naked bitch with a nice ass
Walkin' 'round saying, "You got a nice-ass house"
My phone keep ringin' though, my bad
I think my girl got me on spy cam now
My homies call cocaine "white trash"
Charge you double just to take my trash out
I cannot fuck wit' you, bitch, 'cause you gon' get a nigga busted
Worryin' 'bout the wrong things while I'm hustlin'
Put the dick up in your mouth while it's runnin'
Bitch, don't ask no questions
Soon as I heard this, a young nigga killed it
'Cause I go too hard, I eat beats, mmm, scrumptious, delicious
Shoot you in your kidneys
I hope you see blood when you pissin'
We run up in your house on Christmas
And don't ask no questions
Just shoot whoever's present
While they open their presents
Oh please, Lord, forgive me
I just talked to my Reverend
Asked him if I'm the Devil
He said, "That's these bitches"
See, I'm from New Orleans, that bitch is infested
Shootouts like the Westerns
Kill you and your bestie
Pay niggas to do it correctly
Two Ninas, they lesbians
I gotta shoot you with both or else one'd get jealous
I make money, not exceptions
Take pills like breath mints
She just get dick and refreshments
Free all my dogs in corrections
We all we got, don't need extras
We don't expect shit
We don't get mad over pussy
I'm probably lyin' in some pussy
While fools out here dyin' over pussy
And that's what I don't understand
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
'Cause a young nigga livin' right
A young nigga livin' right (Livin')
Yeah, a young nigga livin' right
A young nigga livin' right, mmm (You see me)
Don't get me wrong, I had to get it right
But now a young nigga livin' right, yeah (Livin')
Bitches see me and start gettin' right
Because they know a nigga livin' right (You see me)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Standin' on the top, I got a
Lot of observations
Young nigga, lot of options
You, you
Runnin' through a check
Buyin' all the champagne, blowin' up the net
And settin' all the trends, showin' niggas what's next
I was drinkin' coffee, smokin' weed on the jet
Probably wit' your wifey in the back for pillow talk
But we ain’t talkin', gettin' top while ain't no top
Swear to God, I had a chopper
Now the gun biz are the friends hoppin' out a helicopter
I be rollin' up the doctor's wishes
Countin' up the money, kickin' out the bitches
'Cause they all up on you, but be gone when it get real
Bitches ain't shit but a brick through your windshield
Shows in the evening, business meetings in the morning
(Ho)
Goons on deck, don't make a nigga sick 'em on ya
(Go, go, go)
Niggas talkin' shit, gon' make a nigga get pneumonia
Wrist so cold, think it's sick and got Ebola
Crib so big, got a bitch in every corner
Joint smoke good 'cause I showed her how to roll it
In the morning, I got meetings with my lawyer
Arguments I'll never be a part of
Love pussy and some good conversation
And that money, we'll never see a shortage
Nigga run up on me, he gon' be a goner
Bruce Wayne whip, I got a new favorite bitch
I got a joint I just rolled that got a Liu Kang kick
I gotta do it big, that's just how I do things
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Uh, 'cause a young nigga livin' right
A young nigga livin' right (Young nigga)
A young nigga livin' right
A young nigga livin' right, yeah (You see me)
Don't get me wrong, I had to get it right
But now a young nigga livin' right, yeah (Livin')
Bitches see me and start gettin' right
Because they know a nigga livin' right, uh (You see me)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
My homie got the pistol and he might spazz out
Lifespan, motherfuckin' lifespan
That shit all depend on how tonight pan out
Ooh, I swear these hoes ain't right man
I left my shady bitch, I got a nice tan now
Red bandana in my right pocket
So if I pull the trigger, I can wipe that down
I just put my gun up in her Coach bag
I won't hesitate to pull it right back out
Life coach? I don't need no life coach
To coach me through my motherfuckin' ups and downs
Tell a bitch don't ask no questions
My money so old, I tell my new money "Respect your elders"
I'm startin' to get jealous of my own reflection
The young nigga sexy, a young nigga healthy
A young nigga flexin', I'm countin' my blessings
"Achoo," "God bless me," "Thank you," "You're welcome"
I talked to my Reverend, asked him if there’s a Heaven
A Heaven for a G, because me and my Gangstas
Done done it all, but never tell
He say "We already in Hell," I say "Ain't that a bitch?"
'Cause I work too hard, but still thankful as if this shit came as a gift
I just pray for my niggas that's out here still slangin' that shit
Keep my distance, I can't take that risk
I hope they understand
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
'Cause a young nigga livin' right
A young nigga livin' right (Livin')
Yeah, a young nigga livin' right
A young nigga livin' right, mmm (You see me)
Don’t get me wrong, I had to get it right
But now a young nigga livin' right, yeah (Livin')
Bitches see me and start gettin' right
Because they know a nigga livin' right, yeah (You see me)41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Yes[Verse 1: Pharrell]
You can catch me riding down on the fucking Verrazano
Ass out just like Diallo Diablo
Hi-ho silver, call that motherfucker Tonto
Leave a smoke trail back in Jersey in my condo
You can run up like you're Rambo
But you better hit me nigga if you know what I know
Cause I got some supersize guys that'll hit you with a combo
Pronto, you won't see the morning like Alonzo

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Camo shorts no socks with the red Bapes
Walk in to my closet fuck around and get a headache
Fuck you so good shawty you gonna need a bed break
Red viper slither through the street like a red snake
Red diamonds in my chain looking like a red snake
Fuck with me wrong man, you gonna need some yellow tape
"All them awards, Wayne, do you need a medal case?"

[Refrain: Pharrell]
You got that mean mug grill, that red in your eyes
That ace of spades baby talking big-boy size
Get a stack in each hand and hold it like you're fresh
They say man it's like that
Say yes nigga, yes nigga, yes
Your money and your girls, chilling in the VIP
Stop for a second and gyrate them hips
Get a stack in each hand and hold it like your fresh
If they say man it's like that
Say yes nigga, yes nigga, yes
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yes I make money, I'm a paper machine
And you can catch me in the newest, not the latest machine
"Now, Weezy, why you drive so fast?" Because I'm chasing a dream
And when I catch that motherfucker, I'm a rape it and leave
Yea, Its Young Tunechi, now give me some pussy
I ain't gotta paper chase 'cause my paper come to me
I know money look good
Bitch I know that why you looking huh
Riding by myself in that all-red Enzo
Smoke make it look like I got tinted windows
Young Money, bitch, but for short it's YM, ho
Love that shit so much I went and iced out the symbol
All my niggas scaring you, all your nigga's scarier
Scarier than a cat in a cage with a terrier
Pet cemetery, Wayne, are you the veterinarian?

[Refrain: Pharrell]
You got that mean mug grill, that red in your eyes
That ace of spades baby talking big-boy size
Get a stack in each hand and hold it like you're fresh
They say man it's like that
Say yes nigga, yes nigga, yes
Your money and your girls, chilling in the VIP
Stop for a second and gyrate them hips
Get a stack in each hand and hold it like your fresh
If they say man it's like that
Say yes nigga, yes nigga, yes
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Yes I do it big, call me Lil Astronomical
Weezy F baby and the 'F' is for phenomenal
Type of nigga go and get his hood 'cross his abdominal
You could check my watch, I been rich a long time ago
I'm so tired of balling, man, I sleep all night
Bed sheets so nice, bed bugs don't bite
I ask her do she wanna fuck, before I ask twice, she say
Yes I am a beast, I swear I needs to be tranquilized
Yes I am a giant, next to me you are just ankle high
Yes I eat that pussy, oh, how do I love that panty pie
Keep my hair shampooed and yes, I keep my hands sanitized
New Orleans baller, ask ESPN
Just kicking it with the Bruce Lee-esbian
"Do you really think you're better than the rest?"
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I Am Not a Human Being[Intro]
I-I-I, am-am not a human being!

[Verse 1]
Uhh, pussy for lunch
Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, haha
Yeah, kush in the blunts
I ride through your block, see a foot in the trunk
I don't know why they keep playing, they better re-plan
I'm giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland
Together we stand, and fall on y'all
Balling with my Bloods, call it B-ball
These dames ain't shit, Young Money is
I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers
Come through, coupe same color as veneers
And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers
Yeah, now I'm back on my grizz
And y'all's a bunch a squares like a mothafuckin' grid
Shit, fuck with me and get hid
I finger-fuck the Nina, make that bitch have kids
Just do it? My nigga, I just did
Ain't a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch, dig
You dig? This here, this big biz
And I scream, "Fuck it!" Whoever it is

[Hook]
I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
Oww! I-I am not basic
I-I-I, am-am not a human being!
[Verse 2]
Uhh, rockstar baby
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby
Rich nigga looking at the cops all crazy
That's that mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese
Heater close range, cause people are strange
But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained
You can't see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
I'm running this shit, hundred yard gain
Uhh, swag on infinity
I'm killing 'em, see the white flag from the enemy
Shoot you in your head and leave your dash full of memories
Father forgive me for my brash delivery
I-I-I would try you, I wouldn't lie dude
I must be sticky cause them bitches got their eyes glued
Young Money, baby, we the shit, like fly food
Y'all can't see us, like the bride's shoes
I stand tall like I'm motherfucking 9'2"
I scream "Motherfuck you and whoever designed you!"
And if you think you hot then obviously you were lied to
And we don't die, we multiply, and then we come divide you

[Hook]
I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
I am not basic
I-I am not basic
I thank God that I am not basic
I-I-I, am-am not a human being!
[Verse 3]
Re-re-re-re-reporting from another world
Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl
Bless got the weed rolling thicker than a Southern girl
Strong-arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls
Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock
And if this ain't hip-hop, it must be knee-hop
I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop
I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop
Spitting that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock
And my, and my money on et cetera, three dots
Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops
You better run motherfucker, cause we not
You better run 'til your feet stop
You ain't even a fucking alphabet in my teapot
Colder than a ski shop, holding on to the top
And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop

[Hook]
I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
I-I-I-I, I, I am not
I-I-I, am-am not a human being10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Try Me[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay I'ma throw a tantrum on this beat
Now who wanna play fetch?
When it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at Payless
Shawty came too many times, left the whole bed wet
Mack the thinker, I'm the Blood - Method Man, Redman
A scared man a dead man, can I get a amen
You done bought all of them guns and ain't nobody dead yet
Catch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the headrest
Got your bitch on her knees lookin' like she legless
Like I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride for
If I see 'em in the streets I'ma have to treat 'em like a rival
I'm a pleasure to your eyeballs
I'm so fly I shop at Skymall
Mama never bought me knockoffs
Lord I need some wood to knock on
Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy bears and popcorn
I got somethin' very hot on my hip, I get my hip hop on
And this little red dot gon' help me hit a nigga spot on
Point guard with the bullets; you say Rájon, I say Rajon
Yeah, hold up; we them boys, we them wild boys
I hold a pistol sideways when I shoot, that's for style points
Menace to society, menace to myself though
Bend but don't break, my niggas call me elbow
And you don't want no problem, I'm a problem
My AK just keep shootin', it's on autopilot
Tunechi what's your fuckin' problem? I got fuckin' problems
Bad bitch on top of me, she started from the bottom
On that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud pack
You gotta shoot the rat when it get too big for the mousetrap
Shoot at me and I'ma smile back and then I'll "Pow" back
Flip you over like a kayak, bitch it's combat
Bitch I'm Tommy Gun Tunechi
Favorite color ruby
Made enough to quit but I keep makin' up excuses
Triple A dick, that's Amazin' And Amusin'
I'm sedated and secluded
I'm the greatest and improvin'
But my baby mama say I'm livin' wrong
Well if I die then I guess she dead right
Catch me walkin' on this mothafuckin' water, nigga
I'll catch your pussy ass at a red light
And you gon' hear that blocka, that blocka
I represent my killers like Johnnie Cochran
We kidnap mamas and toddlers
We don't give a fuck if they ass adopted
Brief moment of silence for Chris Wallace
Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they smilin'
And Weezy still hot as tamales
My private plane got that wi-fi and that wireless
I'm so sorry for the wait
[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna break the headboard
I'm a fiend for the bread, I want the whole Dej Loaf
My Chinese chick just want a blunt and some yaka mein
She a squirter so we don't fuck on my Versace sheets
My whole crew'll skate on you like a hockey team
It's like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey
We Young Money Mafia, I rep what I rep
Try to throw salt on my name and I'll put pep in your step
Put your gloves on, nigga please get you a grip
And I bet you rest in peace when I let this bitch rip
The money runnin' like water, check the cash flow
My weed funky like armpits and assholes
Potato on the nine, when we creep we mash slow
And make sure them kids get everything they ask for
My bitch in London said she's a Mack Mainiac
And her sister love Tune, she a Wayniac
It's like she's two different persons; she be chillin', she be cursin'
Cry a river, squirt a ocean
Fuck fast, in slow motion
Man I know Soulja proud of me (ya heard me?)
Man, I know Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?)
Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late
And I ain't apologetic, but, sorry for the wait
Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late
And I usually ain't apologetic, but
Sorry 4 The Wait
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Run This Town[Intro]
Yeah
Millzy, I see you
T told me, "Do this shit"
So I'ma do this shit
No Ceilings!
Yeah, haha
Hahaha
I'ma run this town tonight
All right, now
Ugh

[Verse]
Nigga, we are so ready for the war
C-A-R-T-E-R, put the beat in ER
I'm colder than "B-R," add another three Rs
Watch me like DVD/VCR
Pump to your chest, I ain't talking CPR
Riding this track like a motherfucking streetcar
New Orleans coroner—his name is Frank Minyard
Fuck with me wrong, you’ll be waking up in his yard
Man, I go crazy on the beat, I go nimrod
Man, I act a ass, treat the beat like a hem'rrhoid
Man, I go to work on the beat, call it "employed"
Man, I kicks it, bitch, get your shinguard! Ugh
Young Money run this—towns, countries
I still eat rappers—mmm, scrumptious
My goons tote thumpers, they pump 'em like krumpers
Anybody beat, I'm gon' go Archie Bunkers
Tunechi be the wildest, let's run the metropolis
I pop like lollys, you drop like eyelids
The money keep calling, I hear the shit dialing
And they say money talks, you can hear my shit holl'ing
You softer than ny-lin; oops, I meant "nylon"
Perfection is the goal, and I’m headed to the pylon
Crown fit me good, I ain’t even got to try on
The pistol mean business—that bitch should have a tie on
T done told me, "Do this shit," so I had to do this shit
I get superhero money, call a nigga "super-rich"
Keep it "super" for a while, let me get on my "super-" shit
Super-ill, super-sick—dog, I go super-Vick
Ran into a superwoman, turned her to a super-bitch
Hit her with that super-dick, she be coming super-quick
Super-Millz, Mack, Tyga, Streets, 'Nelly, Super Nick'
Super-Drizzy, Gudda, Chuckee, Twist, that's the super-clique
Now, I’m off that "super" shit, fuck that shit, I super-quit
Running circles 'round the game, like a hula hoop and shit
You gon' have to loop this shit, there won’t be a duplicate
And my blunts be super-thick, I'm higher than a Supra kick
I—I—I’m the bomb, baby, watch me nuke this shit
When I leave the booth, they gotta scoop this shit
My apologies, diabolically
I’m the prodigy—do you roger me?
I look in the flames and see a hotter me
But how come I’m still colder than common-ly?
Yeah, we run this town, like a lot of feet
Young Mula, baby; I'm proud of me21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pull Up[Intro: Lil Wayne]
That's how I raised 'em, Lord
Them niggas crazy

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
D-boy, D-boy, D-boy
My pockets look Keloid
My dead Presidents reborn
When I'm naked, I got three arms
Got a big house with a green lawn
Got a cigar full of neon
Like my ho cold and my tea warm
Close his casket, he look deformed
I got bitches on my dick

[Verse 2: Euro]
I got Jays at my door
I got shooters on my team
I got Feds down my throat
Counting money, dirty and clean
Smoking nothing but Irene
Got a bitch with good hygiene
I'm sick with it, no vaccine

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I got coke under my nails
I got niggas taking them Ls
Nigga, we don't need no scale
I'm sick with it, no get well
Trigga man, trigga man, trigga man, please don't shoot
'Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it like T-R-U
Young nigga ridin' in a V-1-2
Chop bricks like karate, judo, kung fu
Like jiu-jitsu, split a brick in two
[Verse 4: Euro]
You do you, I'ma do what it do
Niggas dropping dimes and their 2 cents too
Bout it, bout it, bout it like hoody-hoo
Started from the bottom and I grew into
Everything I'm driving is new, improved
When she fucking with me, it's a new experience
Fucking with you it's a new excuse

[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
Nigga, who is you?
I looked in the mirror, say "Ooh, it's you"
All my goons be too enthused
So don't open your mouth like you're chewing glue
Light blue Michael Jordans, my shoe get checks like "Swoosh"
Hear you niggas talking about what you gon' do or might do
I invite you, I entice you, but I advise you not to
God bless you like "Achoo"
Police find you in the bayou
With your friends by you and your shit knocked loose
Nigga, that's what you'll get like Ken and Ryu
I been Piru, I'm in my mood
So you know what you can do?

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Fuck nigga, pull up
I'll be waiting, yeah
Fuck nigga, good luck, yeah
I'll be waiting, yeah
Fuck nigga, pull up
[Verse 6: Lil Wayne]
Fuck nigga pull up, fuck nigga pull up
I'll be waiting with my muhfuckin' foot up
I ain't even stood up, fuck nigga, good luck
Fuck nigga, put up or muhfuckin' shush up
Fuck nigga, pull up, my young niggas stood up
Like, fuck nigga, what up? Fuck nigga shook up
I been out here since P had the hook up
So if you wanna meet, nigga, I'm a butcher
If you wanna beef, nigga, I'm a butcher
My niggas wanna eat? Nigga, I'mma cook ya
If you with your bitch, and your bitch want me
Nigga, I'ma pull her like a trigger, she the bullet
We the illest, we the coolest (We the illest, we the coolest)
We the illest, we the coolest (We the illest, we the coolest)
The sickest and the smoothest, the gifted and the goofiest
Read a scripture out your movie, get a picture, I'm a-zoomin
I'ma hit 'em, I'ma lose 'em, I'ma kill 'em, I'ma bruise 'em
I'm a sinner, I'm a suitor, not to mention I'm a mover
I come at you when I'm movin', the bitch I'm with bad
I'ma pinch her on her booty, that bitch is Lil Tunechi's
Aw yeah, aw yeah, fuckin' right

[Verse 7: Euro, Lil Wayne & Both]
Always had my gun in fights
Always had the upper hand
You the always-call-your-brother type (Ooh)
Hard head all my fuckin' life (Yeah)
Whole world in my fuckin' hand (Yeah)
Damn, my girl just pulled up
With "Pull Up to My Bumper" playin'
But fuck it man, like what you sayin'?
Look, I'm not sayin', but I'm just sayin'
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Fuck nigga, pull up
I'll be waitin'
Lord knows, I'll be waitin' for you
Me and my young niggas
That's how I raised 'em

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Fuck nigga, pull up, my young niggas stood up
Like, fuck nigga, what up? Blooka-blooka-blookah
I say, fuck nigga, pull up, I'm waitin' with my foot up
Fuck nigga, good luck (Blrrt, blrrt, blrrt)

[Verse 8: Lil Wayne & Euro]
I say, fuck nigga, pull up, fuck around and never pull off
They see the guns we pull out, say "Never mind" and pull off
They see the guns we pull out, say "Never mind" and keep goin'
I put the gun in his mouth and say "Be quiet and breathe soft"
Shifty eyes, I see four, flip them pies like D. Dawes
These bitches tired, they sleepwalk
Brilliant mind, I'm street smart, in deep thought
And we are what she want
And she want and he don't
But keep on and we gon' see (Yeah)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Fuck nigga, pull up
Yeah, fuck nigga, pull up, woo
I'll be waiting, haha
Why you waiting?
Fuck nigga, pull up, fuck nigga, pull up
Fuck nigga, pull up
Yeah, I'll be waiting for you
Uh, me and my young niggas, yeah
That's how I raised 'em Lord
Them lil niggas crazy
They just waiting for me to tell 'em to go crazy, boy
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Street Chains[Verse 1]
Straight from the East side
Blood gang, we heavy
Fuck nigga, dare me
I turn into Freddy
My fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the 'telly when we outta town
Uzi on deck
Phone ringin' off the hook, bitch, that's the plug
Ocean view bedroom, baby
See through showers and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up, I ain't playin'
Niggas say they rich, I say "And?"
Same old song, I ain't dance
Heater on my waist, hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm sayin'
I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin'
Guns in my hands, I ain't prayin'
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I’m at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan
Got more sand than Sudan, Lord

[Bridge]
And life ain't nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way away
You know that haters come in all sizes, all shapes, 'kay
That's why I had to get a little more trunk space
Got insurance on the trap house, Allstate
Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the trap house pumpin' like a 808
Boom, like a 808
[Verse 2]
I could fly around that bitch, need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba, need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back, I need a format
I put the shit on horseback and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I'll turn your head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and some false facts
Boy, I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211
Hockey mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke plain, never
Had a date with the Devil
Then I changed schedules
I'm a trained killer
Like a paid killer
Better yet, Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga, no love
That's from the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint your whole fucking block red
Then get out of my car and admire my art
Then smile at my thoughts
My bitch from Atlanta got eyes like a hawk
She see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti
While it was parked
Now I don't wan' talk, bitch, I don't wan' talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar
Anybody want war?
I'm excited to start
Get indicted tomorrow
I be out by the morn
Before I even yawn
Stay in ya lane, I remind these lil' boys
This is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the Bible too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my won'ts
Lord, please
Kilos, OZ's
'Cause my bitch high class, she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can hijack a Brinks, so my sweet soda pink
I'm a freak show to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, hope my bar tab is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach
I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat
I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech
My blunt long as a speech
Roach look like a leech
I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest
With this chrome on your teeth
That get blown out your cheek
Like my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, like Prodigy
And bitch, I'ma shine, like Connery
Yeah
[Outro]
And life ain't nothin' but a long day
Tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away50EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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BM J.R.[Spoken Word: Birdman]
Yeah shawty you know what I'm talkin' about
I'm peepin' these niggas out there slippin', lookin' like
They ain't 'bout money no mo' man, so uh fuck
You know what we gon' do huh, what we been doin' ha nigga
We gon' load up get a lot mo get a lot mo and say fuck em nigga
Keep buyin' shit, keep fuckin' hoes
Loadin' up on mo' bitches
Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full
I'm full blooded with this grind
Yeah they don't understand lil nigga

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Murder capital only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real
And niggas know I go hard to the fullest
Get involved and I got em playing dodgeball with bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully
In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy
Ha, we hit 'em up while they lookin'
And them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him
Damn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em
Knock his top to his bottom jack
Yeah, you see we grind from the bottom
Just to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map
Lil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at
You gotta wear ya extra condom and a extra gat
Your bitch can get it for actin' like a man
And niggas in Pakistan ain't packin' like your man
I backwards hand your man on command
In front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan
I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates
Ducking the animal keeper runnin' with my primates
You ain't did it till you done it like in five states
Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight
And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more
Lose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks
You don't even come up to a nigga chest pa' sub par
What the fuck they play it in the club for
Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war
No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord
Father forgive 'em for they know not who they pushin' Lord
Father forgive me if I have to send em to you Lord
I'm just tryin' dodge the shots they send to the God
They ridin' up highway to heaven boulevard
Damn, them niggas pussy and jive
Not even in a eye exam, they ain't lookin' for I
The A and the K will make your face crook to the side
Now when you smilin' everybody gotta look from the side
Cause when you wildin' you ain't lookin' you just lookin' high
And when we hungry you look like pie
Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard
Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit busta
What up, Gizzle? You my distant brother
Real shit, nigga, same father, different mother
I skip the frontin' and stick to keepin' it trill
You not know me for nothin' other I'm somethin' other
Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills
My speeches can kill, rest in peace
[Spoken Word: Birdman]
Yeah, you underdig, shawty? It's all about one thing nigga
If you bout money, nigga, come fuck with us
If you ain't bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga
And whatever you bout, we bout it
However you wanna get, we can give it to ya, nigga
All runners, bitch, you underdig? Put your prints in, nigga
Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
You sleep in the field for trying the dude
I'll bust ya head to the meat turn ya mind to food
Food for thought, think I ain't lyin' to you
I lie his body in grease, set fire to em
I tie his body in sheets put the tires to em
Make em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades
Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze
And niggas keep they ways when I'm in the streets wit blay What!
My nigga hungry he'll eat the plate
And if I ask the homeboy'll eat ya face, yea!
And though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table
I keep the eight, my side pocket side ways
When I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days
Birdman talk to em

[Spoken Word: Birdman]
Yeah nigga, I tell em, I'll tell em again shawty
If it ain't bout no money, get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Check my swag, I travel like sound dawg
You play hard and I’m gravel like ground dawg
I'm underground, call me groundhog
Lay down laws, call the ground law
Don't confuse me wit' the law, naw
But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R
I ain't trippin' nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga
With the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga
Flip your vehicle, split your windshield
Whack ya baby momma but I'll let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still
Cause the lil nigga still ride on big wheels
You feeling animal then come on and get killed
The Sig peel bandanas like bananas
Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana
In my Cabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah
Man a train couldn't stop ya man
I man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land
I'm the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana
That's the new plan

[Spoken Word: Birdman]
Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga
That's the only way
Dumb shit we bout that get at me you undadig
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Tha Mobb[Intro]
Yeah
Hardbody, hardbody
Carter, Carter, Carter
Yeah
Let's go

[Verse]
Cash Money, Young Money, motherfuck the other side
They can fuck with us if they want, I bring 'em homicide
Word to my mama, I'm gon' continue bombin'
Told her gettin' out the game is like coming out of a coma
I'm trying, but I'm normal, when this rap shit get boring
All I ask is that you pray for me (Please)
And the beat keep crying, and I'ma keep beating her (Yeah)
Fee, I'm fucking her, I'm deep in her, sleep in her (Yeah)
And what happens when the reaper come? (Huh?)
I'm just hoping that he sends that elevator up (Yeah)
I made enough, I ain't make shit (Nah)
So while I'm here, I'ma take that and take this (Nigga)
Breakfast, yes
Let's eat, wipe your mouth when you finished (Yeah)
Then hunt for the lunch and dinner
No beginner to the criminal activity (Come on)
Fuck with them, they rushing in like Seminoles (Oh), Indians (Oh)
No bow and arrows, Harold (No)
Just Ninas, Gina (Damn)
Just choppers, Robert (Damn)
Carter II, tell me how is you gon' stop a riot? (Huh?)
I lock and seal it (Yeah), I'm the best, I can feel it (Yeah)
I'm in the lead, I could pop a wheelie (Got 'em)
Not for rookies, late bloomers, stay in the womb (Go)
I'm here, motherfucker, make room, boom
Young Tune, the big kahuna (Yeah)
It's my ocean, baby, y'all niggas is tuna (Yeah)
Better now than sooner (Yeah), Junior
Flying 'round your city, tryna take a number two on ya (Hah)
I ain't goin' nowhere special, I won't never leave (Uh-uh)
Shit, I'm already a legend if I ever leave (You know)
Can't get rid of me (Uh-uh), not little me (No)
Man, I got 'em, I'ma get 'em, B (I got 'em, B)
I'm hungry like I didn't eat (Yeah)
I want it like I didn't see a mil' before seventeen (Boy)
What the fuck you niggas telling me? (Huh?)
You pups can't keep up with the pedigree (Get back)
Catch me where the weather be (Hah)
Somewhere in the seventies (Yeah), call myself settling
Palm trees, promethazine, but what's new? (Tell 'em)
Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop (Yeah)
Get fucked so many times 'til it's fuck you (Fuck 'em)
So, how you wan' do it? Baby, we can get it
All you gotta do is say it and I'm with it
Money or murder, you my nigga (Yeah), my jelly preserver
I'ma ride, baby, 'til the judge give me a verdict, yeah
Hear me or heard me, I get it and serve it, 'cause (Yeah)
Every time I did it, I hit it and hurt it, yeah
Now I kill it, the mission accomplished, yeah
The niggas abolished, the bitches astonished, and (Yeah)
Then they pay homage, when did they find it? But
Now that they know, it's a must I remind 'em, so
They don't forget it, I underline it, and
I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin', youngin
I been through all that, I done done what you sayin'
I put it down when the others was playin' (Yeah)
When the jungle was open, I rolled in with the riders
Stole food from the bears, and brought it back to the lions (Yeah)
Hold court with the apes, I'm a gorilla, but lighter (Yeah)
Got the eye of a tiger, the heart of a fighter, yeah
Start 'em, ignite 'em (Yeah), I walk through fire
Watch the flames start multiplyin', woo, yeah
Alter a nigga, nina talk to a nigga (Yeah)
Take a chunk out your body like a shark bit a nigga (Damn)
I'm awkward like Cartwright, fuck with a nigga
Shot ugly, but my arch right, come on, dawg, bark, bite (Nothin')
Fork in the road, I'm always going right
Nowadays, knowing life, ain't no more road lights (Woah)
We can't see, but we gon' make it to the finish line
It's right there, the goal line right behind the scrimmage line (Hut)
Touchdown, check the scoreboard, give me mines (Yeah)
Semi nine fit me fine, hit a nigga twenty times (Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah)
Damn, then one more to the face (Bah)
Just so they close the casket like I pay to close the case (Yeah)
I'm made, straight mafia shit
Front line, top rank, ready to die for my shit (Yeah)
And the obvious shit?
If I talk about my rivalry, they probably get rich
So fuck 'em, I'ma let 'em sit (Yeah)
And I ain't ducking 'cause I'm right here (Right here), I'm chestin' up
I don't care who at the top of the stairs, I'm steppin' up (Woah)
See, you fucking up the money, baby
And that ain't good business
You starting to look like a witness (Fuck 'em)
And this is for the gangsters and the bitches (Yeah)
The hustlers and the hoes (Yeah)
Crossover? Whatever, mainstream? No
'Cause Wayne thinks silent (Ah), Wayne'll never fold (Uh-uh)
You heard it right here if the game was ever told (Nigga)
Lift up your toes and look under a rug
Trust me, that's history under all that dust
So deep down in the dirty, there lies us (Who?)
Yeah, Cash Money Records, and I'm still upfront (Yeah)
Stunna, pop a bottle, baby, peel us a blunt
Let's eat and talk about all of the niggas we cut
But, you know what? Let's not fuck up our lunch
That's real shit if you ever seen such, church
[Outro]
Tha Mobb
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Drunk In Love[Produced by Beyoncé & Detail]

[Bridge 1: Lil Wayne]
I woke up in that pussy and starting stroking
You woke up and said "Go baby"
She said "Fuck me hard, don't take it easy on me
Don't do me no favors"
No neighbors
Pussy like water, got no smell ain't got no flavor
She treat the tip of my dick like a waitress
She doing tricks on my dick cause I'm a skater

[Verse 1: Christina Milian]
We've been drinkin' and they've been talkin'
But we ain't worried, we just look the other way
It's time to roll up and get it started
It's bout that time I've been feenin' all day
I want you right now
Right in the skate park, riding on your skateboard
You, right now
We drunk in love
I wanna do  it all night, we won't stop
Got me feeling like Aaliyah when you make my boat rock
Baby be my leader, tell me how you want it papi
How you want it papi? How you want it?
[Hook: Christina Milian]
We gon' be fuckin' all night
We ain't makin' love
We ain't makin' love
So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
We gon' be fuckin' all night
We ain't makin' love
We ain't makin' love
So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Hol' up, throw that, throw that pussy girl
Throw that, throw that pussy
Got you walkin' crooked, lookin' drunk as Uncle Woody
Hol' up, I don't even drink, I just be on that drank
I just be on that dank and wide awake like I ain't
So I'ma wear that ass out all night
You get hard dick all day, pussy always tight
And warmer than The North Face
Ooh talkin' crazy, dick gon' have you walkin' crazy
Round this bitch lookin' handicapped
At least you'll get good parking spaces
Look at things on the bright side
Hit that ass from the right side
I'ma fuck the shit out ya, no more Mr. nice guy
Ooh girl, you gon' get this dick, we don't do romance
She ride the dick so fast, like look ma, no hands
Oh, I'ma pull her hair, I don't care if it ain't her hair
I'ma paint her pussy lips white, white like Dave Chappelle
You gon' suck your finger, after you play with yourself
I'm like fuck all that singing you about to yell
[Hook: Christina Milian]
We gon' be fuckin' all night
We ain't makin' love
We ain't makin' love
So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
We gon' be fuckin' all night
We ain't makin' love
We ain't makin' love
So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
We gon' be fuckin' all night
We ain't makin' love
We ain't makin' love
So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
We gon' be fuckin' all night
We ain't makin' love
We ain't makin' love
So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot

[Bridge 2: Lil Wayne]
I woke up in that pussy and starting stroking
You woke up and said "Go baby"
She said fuck me rough, don't take it easy on me
Don't do me no favors
No neighbors
Fuck you so hard you turn around like goodness gracious
You ask for this and you know I accommodate ya
She doing tricks on my dick cause I'm a skater
[Verse 3: Christina Milian]
And that purp mixed with that Sprite
My body high and we gettin' right with that swisha' hit that light
Boy no speakin', we freakin'
Play around with my boy toy
He slidin' through that half pipe while I'm ridin' on that skate board
Skate board, skate board
Ridin' on that, grindin' grindin' on that
(Hol' up)
He surfin' all that, he surfin' all that hood hood
I'm ridin' on that, twerkin' on that good good

[Hook: Christina Milian]
We gon' be fuckin' all night
We ain't makin' love
We ain't makin' love
So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
We gon' be fuckin' all night
We ain't makin' love
We ain't makin' love
So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
We gon' be fuckin' all night
We ain't makin' love
We ain't makin' love
So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
We gon' be fuckin' all night
We ain't makin' love
We ain't makin' love
So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
And this that sorry
This that, you won't be sorry
No you won't be sorry
Thank you for your patience
This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
You won't be sorry, no you won't be sorry
But this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
And I thank you for your patience, yeah30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Best Rapper Alive[Intro]
Fuck with me
Thank you
Yeah (Come on), yeah, yeah (Come on)
You know me, man, yeah (Come on), yeah (Come on)
Alright, hahaha
Oh, Fee, I got 'em, boy
Weezy Baby (C2, yeah)
Weezy Baby (Three)
You can't see me
But I see you (Yeah)
And I see you (Yeah)
Lord
I, I, I got 'em

[Verse 1]
Bring the crowd in, I'm loud in living color
It is Weezy Fuckin' Baby, got these rappers in my stomach
Yummy, I'm taking it, I ain't askin' them for nothing
If you sell a million records, we could battle for your money
I'd rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday
Watch a football game and bet it all on one play
Still stuntin', baby, yes, I'm still flossin'
Latest car on the market with the top peeled off it
Big wheels make it look a little bulky
You look a little salty, have yourself a chilled coffee
Chill out, the guns is still out
Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out
I'm busy, I got paper to reel in
God, I hope they snappin' at the end of my rod
I hope I'm fishin' in the right pond
And I hope you catchin' on to every line, who am I?
[Chorus]
The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep)
The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh)
Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight
And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Who?)
The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep)
The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh)
Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid (Yeah), yeah

[Verse 2]
The heart of New Orleans, thumpin' and beatin'
Livin' and breathin', stealin' and feedin'
Peelin' and leavin', killin' and grievin'
Dearly departed, erased, deleted
No 'prints, no plates, no face, no trace
Out of sight, out of mind, no court, no case
Sell his chain, celebrate, block party, second line
Zulu Ball, Essence Fest, Jazz Fest, Mardi Gras
Shotty bounce, body rock, now he dropped, now he got
Family try tell the feds, tell the cops
Smell a rat comin' back to the house, to the spot
Tap-tap, knock-knock, who is that? Chk-pow
Triggaman, hoodie man, tell the kids Boogieman
Pistol Pete, Ammo Mammal, gunman, blum-blam (Haha)
Damn, Sammy, you done fucked up
Pussy-ass niggas, put your nuts up, just call me
[Chorus]
The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep)
The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh)
Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight
And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Who?)
The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep)
The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh)
Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid, yeah

[Verse 3]
Fuck up with all these rookie MCs?
Whew, smell like a bunch of pussy to me
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em good, fuck 'em long
Fuck 'em hard, fuck who? Fuck 'em all
Yeah, like that, just like that, right back
I'm on that money train and that MAC'll knock 'em off track
The quarterback, well-protected from the Warren Sapp
The young heart attack, I spit that cardiac
You can't see me, baby boy, you got that cataracts
I'm right here, straight out the hood just like an alley cat
Since everyone's a king, well, where the fuck your palace at?
Me? I got callous on my hands, I can handle that
It's no problem, baby, I so got 'em
It's just a victory lap, baby, I'm just joggin'
Yeah, and I ain't even out of breath
The motherfuckin' best yet, sorry for cussin' (Who?)
[Chorus]
The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep)
The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh)
Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight
And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Who?)
The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep)
The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh)
Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid, yeah25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Dope New Gospel[Intro]
Man in the mirror, my hero
He helped me center my ego
When I think I'm bad like Michael
He bring me back down to Tito
Man in the mirror,, my hero
He helped me see like a eagle
He helped me hear enemies cry wolf
Then he see me take off my sheep clothes

[Verse 1]
Hasta la vista, adios
Beat the odds like mosquitoes
Keep in mind I'm a negro
So my open mind got a screen door
Bitches wan' come play the lead role
And end up with nothin' but B-roll
Sit on the dick in a C-4
Then I come back with a cheat code
Pill bottle only half full
But fuck it, my nigga, I'm past good
Sexy bitch rubbin' my tats good
But before she do, bitch, wash yo' hands good
I'm flexin' muscles that you can't pull
You can't make a fist 'cause I'm a handful
I never really knew my dad good
But still grew up to be the big bad wolf
You always see me with the white cup
Some people say that is a bad look
But take a good look at what you are lookin' at
You never know when it's your last look
It's written all over my face
It's tattooed, it can't be erased
One of a kind, I can't be replaced
In case that mirror breaks
[Chorus: Nivea]
Well it's been way too long
And I wonder what it's been like
Tryna get back right with ya
'Cause I've been on my own
Or at least that's what it feels like
Wanna get back right with ya
It's been way too long
And I wonder what it's been like

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Man in the mirror, my hero
He helped me center my evil
I see the fire in his eyes
But he keep my blood temperature zero
Man in the mirror, my 'migo
Crème de la crème de la Créole
Couple a cracks in the mirror
Even through the cracks, I see no cracks in me though

[Verse 2]
Daytime start to turn black
Everything stop like start to twirl
Thank God Weezy back
Order is restored, all is right with the world
Last time become lost time
No free time, 'til I bought time
No tea time, no off time
No me time, on y'all time
Blessings shower from the north side
From the brightest flower out the darkest skies
Love is blind but we caught eyes
It's a bumpy road but a joyride
Still can't ignore my rappetite
Like a hungry shark in a koi pond
Still the motherfuckin' best rapper, a-live
Nigga, y'all died
[Chorus: Nivea]
Well it's been way too long
And I wonder what it's been like
Tryna get back right with ya
'Cause I've been on my own
Or at least that's what it feels like
Wanna get back right with ya
It's been way too long
And I wonder what it's been like
'Cause I've been on my own
Or at least that's what it feels like
Wanna get back right with ya
Yeah It's been way too long
And I wonder what it's been like

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Man in the mirror, my hero
He got me center my ego
When I think I'm bad like Michael
He bring me back down to Tito
It's written all over my face
Tattoos that can't be erased
One of a kind, I can't be replaced
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Still Got That Rock[Verse]
Nigga I be hard on a ho 'cause a bitch ain't shit
And every ho I done fucked done sucked my dick
I had to pour out some drank for niggas I miss
I hope my weed ain't too loud to hear the snakes hiss
It's Dedication 5, medication high
I gotta clean up after these niggas 'cause they be wasting time
And boy, my hoes don't get in line because they stay in line
I'm shining on these hoes so hard they getting tan lines
It's Tunechi, I go hard, I put in work
Twin Glocks, the gift and the curse
Dirty money, no footprints in dirt
We geeked up, the revenge of the nerds
I swear, play with these niggas, that's that shit I don't do
As long as money talks, I got someone to talk to
Watch my dogs treat the beef like dog food
I got the power, but a short fuse, let's go
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the Feds
You know snitches get stitches, nigga, needle and thread
You better walk it like you talk it or we cut off your legs
Pretty please don't kill my vibe, I ain't too proud to beg
Alright, fucking right, shoot you up at the light
Straight take all your possessions, call that shit Poltergeist
And my homie, he a sniper, we call him Wesley Snipes
I call my bitch Plane Jane 'cause she catch nut like a flight
I'm on a mission to get movie money, stick to the script
Your bitch leaking information, I just follow the drip
Soon as I get that coupe, I'mma go get the rims
Toss the keys to my homie, tell that nigga it's his
I feel like He-Man when I'm in your ho
And tell that bitch give me my space, like a telescope
In her throat like Ricola, my system solar
I'm too young to die sober, your man a cobra
Watch that nigga, let's go
Boy, my bitches got bitches badder than your bitches
But I can't trust none of them bitches though, like magicians
Straight blowing money fast, I'mma get a ticket
Soon as I get off paper, I'mma smack a nigga
No broken mirrors, I can't see myself broke
Right back pocket, flag redder than a velvet rope
Never say never, she might do her friend, you never know
Shorty make that dick stand up like it's telling jokes
I swear to God, I put in work
I'm on them shrooms, my goons on alert
I spit these bars, this a uni-verse
You better duck, like Dooney and Bourke
I'm telling ya, shout out Turk
It's Hot Boys, bitch, the block is hot
If I ain't have the keys to success I would have picked the lock
Diarrhea, shit don't stop, until my fucking casket drop
Still got that crack, maybe one day I'mma pass the rock
[Outro]
Tunechi
Dedication 5
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Pure Colombia[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I can't trust these niggas, throw some water on 'em,
They tell me "Go to Hell," Okay I know the owner
Strip clubs gettin old all the strippers hoein'
All these bitches think they dimes, watch me flip a coin
Thank You Jesus, My dogs is off the leashes
Had to leave my spanish bitch 'cuz she was startin' to get suspicious
Tell The Beef I mean business, suit and tie nigga
You and all your dogs can get euthanize nigga
Trigger happy nigga, I just can’t stop smiling
Thank God I’m fly, I had to thank my pilot
You think you’re calling shots, you got the wrong numberI love Benjamin Franklin more than his own mother
Throw that pussy, throw that pussy
And I don’t want no throw back pussy, man fuck these pussy-
Ass niggas, I lay back and ash Swishers
My new shoes is ass-kickers, she drink cum like she had hiccups
Rest In Peace to my last victim
We be passing blunts, they be passing judgement
5 blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers
AK’s with Chiquitas, you shell-shocked like Adidas
Whoever find your body, finders keepers, yeah
It’s that pure Colombia
’Cause soon as the bitch tasted it her tongue was numb
It’s loaded, so I just let her jump the gun
It’s that Dedication 5 and another one, I love it!
Tunechi
[Bridge]
Yeah, free Scooter, I'm outchea
Let's get it

[Verse 2]
I done lost a couple hoes but I'm still a pimp
This change of face on my Rollie, shout out Lil Kim
Park my cars in front my house like I ain't got no garage
Just looking for a bitch to stay down like I'm throwing knives
Mac so paid we 'bout to start calling him Macintosh
I really beat that pussy up them niggas shadow box
These niggas sending threats, I'mma start sending hits
Bring me his head, so I can make sure its him
It's lonely at the top, it's lonely at the top
I think I'm 'bout to jump, niggas phony as a prop
Ain't nothing on me but this chop, turn you, your homies into slop
Put your brains all over the window, people passing window shop
Like ugh, this that pure Columbia
It's just us, fuck the rest we got insomnia
Most likely I done fucked that bitch that's laying under ya
She said she trying to see me, bitch that's Stevie Wonderful
You better, mind your business, hitman with a hit list
YMCMB, the world is ours, seconds minutes
I'm a movie motherfucker, camera man, are you getting this?
Burning blunts like bridges, turn up, missing
Ahhhhh
We out here with that clean work, these niggas selling remix we got clean work
Kill everybody ya'll gone need a limousine hearse
You see I'm armed like a fucking short sleeve shirt!
D5, what up five?
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Sweet Dreams[Verse 1: Beyoncé]
Every night I rush to my bed
With hopes that maybe I’ll get a chance
To see you when I close my eyes
I’m going outta my head
Lost in a fairytale
Can you hold my hands and be my guide?
Clouds filled with stars, cover your skies
And I hope it rains, you’re the perfect lullaby
What kinda dream is this?

[Chorus: Beyoncé]
You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true
My guilty pleasure I ain’t going no where
Baby long as you’re here
I’ll be floating on air cause you’re my
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, yo, Young Money right here
Bike here, throw it up, no high chair
Cold like a white bear
Freddy Krueger I'm a rap bitch nightmare
And I’m rich, I could buy you
Kill bitches, leave their body in the Bayou
More brain than a IQ
More head than a dread, my youte
And my bank account ain’t hardly empty
That’s why I come through in a Barbie Bentley
So please mamacita, please no envy
When you come around it reads no entry
Who’s next to go?
My flows so flexible
Get gas, then get at me, Texaco
Shoot yourself in the leg, Plaxico
White jag with the twisted lip
I ain't Mike Jack but "This is it!"
B-b-b-boo I'm everywhere
You're like balloon boy, mama, you was never there!
I am the Kung Fu Panda
Fuck all your blogs, fuck all your propaganda
Good for the goose, then its good for the gander
Nicki ain't a rapper, Nicki is a brander
Please, you can never compare to me
All these bitches is scared of me
I am who they couldn’t even dare to be
So that's all folks, badabadee
I go hard, pause
Hospital flow, get more gauze
I'm a bad bitch on all fours
The President be like, "It's all yours!"
Weezy and Nicki bring the A-game, high stats
Go together like Ricky and his eye patch
Go together like a team in the gym
Kareem and the ring, the queen and the king
[Bridge: Beyoncé & Lil Wayne]
Tattoo your name across my heart
So it will remain
Not even death could make us part (No Ceilings!)
What kind of dream is this?
You could be a sweet--

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, kush it out, red bone, pussy, mouth
Eat you up, spit you out, fuck your girl in your house
I’m terrible, be careful, you might want say a prayer or two
So cold, I need theraflu, I'm so high, I need parachutes
I'm error proof, I'm never spooked, got my coupe, heaven blue
And my flag red as hell, think you're sweet as devils food
I never lose, my weapons use
Fuck with me wrong, shit get ugly, Devin Dude
And she’s the queen, two’s a couple, three’s a scene
Weezy that nigga that you see in your dreams, get the pussy wet, Abita Springs
Hah, I'm Easter clean, shout to my home girl, Mika Means
Anything we want we redeem, you niggas gassed up, ‘93 Supreme
Nicki Minaj is the hardest bitch, more than an artist, bitch
She talk a whole lot of shit and walk around like she President Carter's bitch
She be on her Barbie shit, and me? I'm on Tha Carter VI
And I can turn crumbs to bricks, and I can turn nuns to tricks
Hah, Young Mula baby, f-fuck your feelings
And this is No Ceilings, yeah
[Chorus: Beyoncé]
You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true
My guilty pleasure I ain’t going no where
Baby long as you’re here
I’ll be floating on air cause you’re my
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
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My Name Is[Chorus]
My name is, my name is
My name is, Weezy Baby, and I'm high
Like maintenance, I'm smokin'
I'm drankin', leanin' daily, like, hi
My name is, you know what my name is
Bitch, I'm famous, like Tom Brady
And hi, your name is? Not important
Who cares? Not Weezy Baby, uh

[Verse 1]
Wake up, I see bad bitch, bad bitch, bad bitch
Makeup on my pillows make me mad, bitch
Without no makeup, I see that bitch as just average
Uber, Uber, Uber, Uber, Taxi
Looking at my Rollie, I got boogers on my Rollie
'Bout to hook up with my whoadies
Got the hook up on that codeine
Got the sugar for your nose ring
Got the blooka, I'm reloading
And according to my darling this dick feels so damn rewarding
I'm reporting out of shorty, she so naughty, me so horny
Kilo on me like I'm Tony, break it down to Rice-A-Roni
Take her out, look like she lonely, I'm gon' candlelight the moment
I'ma vandalize the pussy, she told him "My phone was roaming"
She be moaning 'til the morning, I be goin' in
I be on it, I be in it, I'm like Foreman on the grill
And I got doormen at the entrance
They got pistols in they trenches
They got rituals, religion
And I'm like, bitch, you know I'm sipping
'Til I die
[Chorus]
My name is, Lil Wayne, bitch
Weezy, F. Baby, ha
Her name went, from whatever-it-was
To "Lil Wayne's bitch", now that's crazy
And I, I camed in, regained strength
Rebanged it, rotation
Her guy, he's nameless, he ain't shit
Always on the same shit, poor baby

[Verse 2]
I pour up so much they call me Pour Baby
Kush man, I need a sack like Charles Haley
Sipping to the Big Moe, I'm the Barr Baby
Sip got me moving slow but my thoughts racing, err!
My long days give me short patience
My heart vacant, awards taken
What in tarnation? No information, no statements
Young mula, old mula, mula all ages
Ha-Hallelujah, I'm the Hollygrove 2Pac
Roc-A-Fella, new rock, hundred K in a shoebox
AK and a new Glock go wap-ba-ba-loo-bop
Pray the vest you got save you like a coupon
Hustle 'til my dreadlock is grey as some Poupon
Every day is my birthday, I'm a newborn
Stay on my toes, ask a shoe horn, I ain't got no roof on
Gettin' my No Ceilings 2 on
[Chorus]
And hi, I'm brainless, I'm stainless
Entertainment, his lady
And, um, if she ain't thick, then she ain't it
I can't fuck wit' a slim lady
I tried, but Superhead keep complaining
Bitch ancient, bitch shady and she tired
Okay then, I'm skatin'
Doing tricks, call me 'trick Swayze

[Verse 3]
Okay, In other news and other niggas' hoes
Your wife taste like Honey Nut Cheerios
I'm in the mirror, like "Ooh, baby"
Who needs a miracle when I got you, baby?
Pimping in my last life, I'm the shit you ass-wipe
Beat the pussy, cat fight, my teeth look like a flashlight
Weed is like a airline, 'cause easily I'm that high
Fistful of money, mix some green in with your black eye
Greedy like a fat guy, I'll eat a nigga franchise
I beat him by a landslide, a leader like a rabbi
I'm leading by halftime, he bleeding, I'm a vampire
His body in the trunk with his feet all on my Alpines
We the niggas, that's right, we all that and fries
Y'all on standby, my broads got cat eyes
Traphouse land lines, boom like land mines
All my bitches allies with Tune on their backsides
[Chorus]
So hi, my name is, on her anus
On her cranium, bitch cravin'
And I'm fly, and I'm wavy
And her name is Bust It Baby
And hi, my name is in your mouth, it must be tasty
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Gotti[Intro: Styles P & Jadakiss]
Hahaha (Hahaha)
C5, D-Block, L-O-X
You know?
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this
Nah, two thirds of the world's most loyalest
I'ma shoot em, I'ma pay the bail, I'm sure of this
I'ma kill em, I'ma get the witness, teach 'em more of this
We never sing, not even on a song, where the chorus is
Dig the hole, get the wood box, bring the florist in
Tell the pastor, tell the family, we was just warnin' them
38's, 45's, all type of Tauruses
About to hit the bong, pour the Holy water in
Celebrating', for participatin', in the slaughterin'
Eatin' steaks at the same spot, they killed Paulie in
Frank White's three in the quarter, tapin' your daughter in
Columbia with the connect, puttin' the order in
Nigga act, we gon' clap, like we the audience
Make sure you wipe down the strap, get rid of all the prints
Do your homework on, whoever you go to war against

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
I had 20s on my Benz, lend it to all my friends
And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy
And if I need somethin' call Baby, I need something call Baby
And the streets was callin' me, but a nigga had call waitin'
And yeah we all went through our phases, we all went through our savings
Some niggas stayed on point, some niggas was point shavin'
And sometimes we had to be vegetables
That mean we had to stay patient, 'cause they say you are what you eat
I took the star out of starvation, bitch
I come from a Third World, started rappin' in the fourth grade
Started trappin' in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade
Dropped out, a nigga gettin' paid, this when Birdman had a fade
This when Hummers didn't come stretch, but Birdman had 'em made
This when pretty bitches set you up, and niggas didn't give two fucks
You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get a new cup
But this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hemmed up
And all them niggas that's bitin' got they fins cut
[Bridge: Lil' Wayne]
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
[Hook: Lil' Wayne]
And we gon' be around 'til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Uh
But this when niggas had pimp cups, and dirty money got rinsed up
And the early birds in the wormhole would get so fat that they'd get stuck
We'd clean our fingerprints up, we'd clean the shit we didn't touch
This when niggas called Diddy Puff, lettin' Biggie bump
While I'm sittin' up in that big body, I can show you a dead body
Lotta niggas got pinched, and the snitches ended up dead lobsters
Wrap the birds in red tape, call them bitches Red Robins
Pops had kilos, I needed one ki I would've made copies
Free my niggas down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners
I smoke 'bout a pound in like a week, and fuck the Weight Watchers
Got my self a brand new triple beam, just to weigh options
I stumbled upon a gold mine, I thank God that it ain't copper
Some niggas were late bloomers, but, boy, look how they've blossomed
Don't know niggas that wear wires but I know niggas that go haywire
I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to y'all mailboxes
And dead man can't talk and the Feds don't have séances
Look, you put a knot on the end of a condom full of drugs and put it in her pussy
And get through customs, 'cause last time we just took em
I rather be blind before I be the nigga that stand around just lookin'
And you can beat around the bush and find a nigga layin' behind them bushes
[Bridge: Lil' Wayne]
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
[Hook: Lil' Wayne]
And we gon' be around 'til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got

[Outro: Lil' Wayne]
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Bloody Mary[Intro]
(I'ma be alright because Dizzy here wildin')

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Okay, time to make my mark, I gave 'em a head start (Yeah)
Now I'm on my Nicki shit, I don't need no frauds (Nah)
Time to raise the bar, rappin' like I passed the bar (Yeah)
You would think I ride bikes, boy, the way I handle bars (Yeah)
Real niggas in charge (Yeah), we back for what's ours (Ours)
Poppin' all these blues, I might turn into an Avatar
They ain't wanna see me back, he's back
Human crack in the flesh, sorry, I had to relapse (Sorry)
These niggas weak, whack, I twist 'em like weed wraps
Still on my Nino Brown, still getting G money on G-packs (Woo)
No Stunna Man, bustin' like Duh Duh Man, it's evident
These hoes love me, they say my dick is they medicine
Cosby, spikin' gelatin, still pushin' and pedalin'
Settling never, I'm like DiCaprio in The Revenant
Still whippin' and stretchin' it, two pots, ambidextrous
I'm a beast, a dog, I see that money, I'm fetchin' it
Your ho throwin' it at me, I'm catchin' it
Don't check me, go check your bitch
You don't want to get me out of my element
From a tenant in the tenements to owning my residence (One)
Phone still clicking, I feel like the receptionist
Out of this world, yes, he is, extraterrestrian (Woo)
My life's a fucking movie, boy, don't get yourself edited (Out)
I'm like Steph at the free throw, that piece blow, I never miss
Taught your girl how to whip the girl, now she a lesbian (Yeah)
You can level up, still won't be on my level then, it's level ten
These niggas hot, I must be kettlin'
They don't want the steam, but I know you want the tea
That's your bitch? Why she only fuck with me? 'Cause I'm ballin', MSG (Ballin')
Roof missin' on this whip and I need two kitchens (Two)
Your bitch say I'm number two, yeah, too different (True)
Weakest get bagged, start singing, yeah, loose lippin' (Loose)
Tell the DA I ain't never been no stool pigeon (Never)
Won't catch me in no club unless my tool get in (Ever)
Be smart, 'cause Bounce, he a fool with it
It's on, say it's on, I'm 7-Eleven with it
That's twenty-four seven with it, wherever, whatever with it, yeah (Wherever)
Your mama gon' need a church with a reverend in it
Just pray it's a heaven in it, and hope that they let you in it, yeah
Boy, I expose the truth in lies (Yup)
Cross me and get crucified, no shootin' five
War's on, that bazooka rise, get neutralized
Shoot five times five, watch you divide
In a sheet like the sheik ridin' through Dubai (Yup)
Game back in a chokehold, the noose was tied (Ayy)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Suicide, it's a suicide
Tell 'em seek and you will find 'cause I'ma lose my mind
Kick a nigga ass, then give him my shoes to shine
It's do or die, I come from where we used to crime
The Uzi 9 more important than school supplies, the pools is dry
My niggas and the food is fried, the news is lies
The pigeons is too spooked to fly, the rules denied
All the toughest goons is mine, that's Tunechi's slimes
They kill you and go do the time, we unified
Young Money revolutionized the new design
We had to leave the flukes behind and supersize
The numbers through the roof and sky
Don't look too surprised, look through the lines
We makin' moves and strides, grooves and vibes
I'm too alive, these hoes need to be supervised
They put on a cute disguise, you grooms is blind
She get dick and an Uber ride, number two with fries, I'm pimpin'
Now, who am I? I'm who and why
I'm rude and kind, my cars are computerized
I'm cruisin' by, smokin' blunts Ruben size
You fools can try, these tools getting utilized, you euthanized
Brrt, skrrt, shoot, then drive
Now, who survived? We comin' back to rewind
I'm usually high, sippin' on the Houston wine
Feel humanized, I want my throne to recline
Jackie red, Julie blonde, they Cuban fine
I bruise they spine, I leave and they snooze 'til nine
Superglued to the grind, my crew my tribe
These bitches try to divide, we too divine
Got the drugs to provide the coolest highs
The greenest green and the white with the bluest eyes
The syrup and the juice collide, the two combine like suits and ties
Magic, poof, goodbye
[Outro: Juelz Santana]
Smoke good weed
It's bloody mary if you fuck with me
Yeah, them boys back around
Bitch, we ride, then fire
It's do or die
Smoke good weed
It's bloody mary if you fuck with me
Yeah, them boys back around
Bitch, we ride, then fire
It's do or die
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Wayne on Me[Hook]
I'm calling you daddy, daddy
Can you be my daddy, daddy?
I need a daddy, daddy
Would you be my daddy, daddy? (No ceilings)

Come and make it Wayne down on me

[Verse 1]
Wide receiver Weezy, throw the pussy at me
The pussy lips smiling, I make the pussy happy
Take them panties off, the pussy lookin' at me
I'm the pussy monster, now get the pussy ready
I like to kiss. She like to kiss
I deep stroke and make her bite her fist
The lights is on, the night is grown
We get it poppin' cause we know we can't when wifey home
California kush - strong as a Titan - is what I'm lightin' on
We get high as fuck then we "Just Do It" put your Nikes on
Tattoos on her waist, she like the tattoos on my face
And if there's something she'd like to say
I let her say it on my microphone
She love my style...but that's expected
She coming back to you? The chances anorexic
I knew she had it in her, so I got it out her
She give me neck around the clock: I call it "round the Carter"
She rub my back, she say I'm tight
She cook, fuck and clean
And still make her flight!
First-class pussy, crystal glass pussy
I get it wetter than bass pussy
[Verse 2]
I likes it thick and red
Ralph Lauren spread
Lady in the streets, porn star in bed
She like to fuckfight, so we spar in bed
She got that pink pussy, I beat it orange/red
I fuck American pie and I get foreign head
She sit down and ride like I'm a thoroughbred
She kiss mine, and I kiss hers back
If she's a bad bitch
She deserve that
She send me pictures to my iPhone
Then I gotta clear em cause my girl be checking my phone
I'm in the Bentley with the mind blown
When I'm in that pussy, honey, I'm home

[Bridge]
You dun been good, but you can do better
I dun been wet, but I can get wetter
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Pick Up Your Heart[Intro]
She on her back screaming she love me, yeah
And I'm in her pussy thinking 'bout money, mmm
I done forgot what all my old hoes look like
But they see me with my new bitch, make 'em miss the good life
I moved to Cali, had to leave the beach alone
And you could call me what you want
Just don't call me on speaker phone
And the good die young
And the great live forever
Go see your memory bank teller
'Cause you done forgot who put this shit together
Wait, bitch

[Verse 1]
I hop in my Phantom and drive 'til my phone start roamin', yeah
Lord, I don't wan' talk to nobody, I want my moment, yeah
Please pardon my restroom, but Tunechi got the longest shit list, uh
My pockets are pregnant, they up early with morning sickness
I swear, ooh, I been through so much
But that's life, I get high, it don't phase me, no
They ask, how do you sleep at night?
I reply, like a baby, bitch
I been out here doing me by myself, nigga, no special features
It's all about the Benjamins, no disrespect to Aretha
[Chorus]
But I gotta get that paper, baby, that paper, baby
That paper, baby, that paper, baby
'Cause this game fuck everybody, this game fuck everybody
Gotta get that paper, baby, that paper, baby, that paper, babe
Yeah, 'cause these streets fuck everybody, these streets fuck everybody
Gotta get my paper, babe, my paper, babe, my paper, babe
Yeah, 'cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody
Gotta get my paper, baby, my paper, baby, my paper, baby
Yeah, 'cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody
And I don't wanna do it no more, no
Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no
Hold up, wait, I don't wanna do it no more, no
Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no
But I gotta get my paper, babe, uh

[Verse 2]
Perfect attendance on the block, I'm boomin', yeah
When it's cold, when it's rainy
When it's muggy, when it's hot, when it's humid, oh
I walk into the corner store feeling like a king
World on my back, shit feel like a mink
Mad at some motherfucker dropped my pill down the sink
Hold up, wait
I got Xanax, I got Percocet, yeah
She give me pussy and her income tax, yeah
I send my goons to rob the dope man, lawd
They bring it back, now I'm the dope man
Suitcase, dead body in the suitcase, yeah
Molly in the Kool-Aid, we put molly in the Kool-Aid, uh
I'm still watching bootlegs 'cause I can't go to the movies
'Cause I'm bigger than the actors in the movies
Me and your bitch made a movie, yeah
Ooh, I'm on a new wave
I been wilding in these streets, mama
But still remember everything you said to me
Don't believe these hoes, they be lying through they teeth, mama
Toothache
[Chorus]
Oh Lord, I gotta get that paper
'Cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody
And I don't wanna do it no more, no
Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no
Hold up, wait, I don't wanna do it no more, no
Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no

[Verse 3]
Wait, bitch
I hop in the Bentley and drive 'til my phone start roamin'
Lord, I don't wan' talk to nobody, I want my moment, yeah
I used to be fun-loving, now I'm a gun-loving killer
But these niggas made me like this
Now they all afraid of they own invention
I walk with a limp
'Cause this AR will not allow me to walk straight
I've come to a stage in my life
And I just can't let my life boo me off stage, no
Tuxedo on and a cumberbund
Fingers crossed behind my back
On the corner, watching my money come

[Chorus]
'Cause I gotta get that paper, baby, that paper, baby
That paper, baby, that paper, babe
'Cause these streets fuck everybody, this game fuck everybody
Gotta get my paper, baby, my paper, baby, my paper, babe
Yeah, 'cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck everybody
And I don't wanna do it no more, no
Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no
Hold up, wait, I don't wanna do it no more, no
Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more
[Outro]
I wear black 'cause I can't find nothing else to wear
I wear dreadlocks 'cause I can't do nothing else to my hair
I kiss you 'cause it just happen
I do what I do 'cause it gotta be done
But I guess I oughta start taking credit for something, right
(Mula)
Yesterday, I met a woman on the stairs that wasn't there
She wasn't there again today
I really hope she go away
(These hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody
And I don't wanna do it no more)
'Cause you know, sometimes "at last" doesn't happen at first (Yeah)
I'm the pimp and the problem (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She said, "You don't think of me when I know you think too much"
Hmm (I don't wanna do it no more)
(These hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck everybody)
(And I don't wanna do it no more)
She said "I think you think I think you think of us," hmm
(I'ma get this paper, baby, I'ma get this paper, baby)
She said she wanted sprinkles, I said sprinkles are for winners
Free Weezy
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Dear Anne[Chorus]
Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?
Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?

[Verse 1]
Dear Anne, my number one fan
I write with the light from the lamp on my night stand
With my pen in my right hand and that's also my mic hand
Codeine in a Sprite can, ink on the white pad
And I'm thinking of life, Anne, and wrong and right, Anne
And sometimes I'm right and sometimes I might
Cannot find the light still my rhymes are bright
So I continue my plan and I'm sure like white sand
That they'll be price paying before my flight land
But still, I want to see more than my sight can
Adore so I can't ignore what I want anymore
So I just go you can call me the goer
And oh, yeah, I got a girl, she act like I owe her
And uhm, sometimes it seems like I just don't know her
And yeah, the relationship is starting to feel like a chore
But I really hope I'm not starting to bore, page one

[Chorus]
Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?
Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?
[Verse 2]
Dear Anne, my number one fan
I write you this letter, I hope everything's grand
I hope everyone's good, I hope everybody's praying
I hope, hold up baby, let me switch hands
See, lately I've been dealing with a lot of shit, Anne
It's burning me and I can't get out of this pan
And everytime I look there's a problem with this man
But I ain't tryna expose, I'm just tryna expand
But your support held me up like kickstands
And I'm also being more careful in how I pick friends
Anne, I'm trying to stay up out them chicks' pants... but I just can't
But on another note, this ain't just another note
This is more than a rap, this is more of an oath
And I know you're wondering what this letter is for
And I'm just hoping that you read this far, page two

[Chorus]
Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?
Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?

[Verse 3]
Dear Anne, my number one fan
By now, you probably think that I'm portraying who I'm saying
And sometimes I wish I wasn't him but I am
And it's people like you that make me proud of what I am
Hey, you are the shit, damn, pardon the gram'
But it's like you make me feel like I'm a part of the fam
And shit, when my life is like some sort of exam
It's a jungle out there, lions, horses and rams
Shit, as I sit and wait for the war to begin
I just think of you then I'm rewarded again, Anne
With you is where my artistry can, Anne
So with you is where a part of me stands, Anne
I hope I see you in the stands, Anne
Because you know I understand, Anne
And I'm sorry about Stan
So I wrote this to say that I'm your number one fan
[Chorus]
Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?
Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide
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No Haters[Intro: Skooly]
London on da Track, bitch!

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
We catch a body and we laugh about it
I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it
Grinding, it's agonizing but it's gratifying
Skinny tires on a salad diet
Ooh, I lost my mind, I'm like "Fuck everybody!"
Yeah, I lost my mind, but I got extra copies
Yeah, I fuck so long, it feel like exercising
I'll test a lion before testifying
All I got is hitters in my squad
I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job
I could get you killed, it just take a head nod
I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline
Zero fucks given
I make her come to the condo butt naked 'cause, bitch, ain't no stealin'
She still come visit, she don't wan' leave
She compared it to me leaving a witness
I said, "I get it," I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches
And this AK is not for decoration
Fuckboys give me the heebie-jeebies
I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages
Hey, if she can suck a dick and snort a Quaalude
Then, ooh, baby, you got my full attention
Champagne expensive, it taste good or vintage
Open your nose, I'll put some sugar in it
I don't fuck around with them fuck-arounds
Uh, I might fuck around and catch a body
Yeah, I got some niggas that'll hunt you down
Yeah, and catch you slipping like you playing hockey
Woo! We catch a body and we laugh about it
Yeah, I fuck her friend, I don't feel bad about it
Uh, money and drugs, I'm talkin' math and science
Ooh, skinny tires, on a salad diet
Chopper leave you with a half a body
Make sure he dead, before we leave, my nigga, grab his wallet
Ooh, I got the hook up on them rocket launchers
I told Obama, "Fuck with me, you know I got it"
Slime, you need to fuck with me, you know I got it
I know somebody that know somebody
Look, traffic dying, we still trap-or-dying
It's agonizing but it's gratifying
Squad! I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job
I could get you killed, it just take a head nod
Want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline
Hold up, you ain't got no hitters in your squad
I could get you killed, that's my real day job
I'm a crime of passion, I'm a fucking hate crime
Spit like I ate bombs, Eminem on 8 Mile
I'm the motherfucking man, Scarface, Facemob
Pockets looking like The Blob, chips like Cape Cod
Bust your motherfucking egg 'til I see egg nog
My bougie bitch ratchet, my ratchet bitch a straight snob
Hold up, who know how to read gang signs?
Cause we gon' throw 'em up and we gon' give 'em hang time
I got white, I got brown, sell it at the same time
That's that James Brown, and that's that James Bond, ooh
We catch a body and we laugh about it
It's catastrophic but we glamorize it
It's agonizing but it's gratifying
Skinny tires on a salad diet, ooh!
Chopper leave you with a half a body
No hesitation, no stall, like the bathroom crowded
Chopper so big, so tall, it could wrap around me
Triple A: Astronomic And Atomic
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Tunechi
And it's that Sorry 4 The Wait
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Start This Shit Off Right[Chorus: Mack Maine]
We gon' start this shit off right (Off right)
We got bad-ass bitches in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right (Off right)
We got some bad-ass bitches in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right (Off right)
We got some bad-ass bitches in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right (Off right)
We got some bad-ass bitches in the house tonight

[Post-Chorus: Mack Maine]
We got some bad-ass bitches, bad-ass bitches
Bitches outside, them some sad-ass bitches, leggo
(Leggo, leggo, leggo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We got some bad-ass bitches, bad-ass bitches
Bitches outside, them some sad ass-bitches, leggo
(Leggo, yeah, leggo, yeah, yeah, yeah, Ashanti)

[Bridge: Ashanti]
Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh
Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh
Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh
Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I fucked around and made a buncha fuck around money
Now I feel like found money
I'm fuckin' awesome, 'til awesome have a child for me
Got homies who ain't comin' home 'til the cows comin'
Niggas with power, they tryna press our power buttons
Now baby, make that ass clap like it's proud of me
She said, "I will," like ill with an apostrophe
Its Lil Tunechi, word around on the streets
That everythin' is workin' out like obliques, they wanna see it obese
You drive me crazy you gon' crash the 'vert
Get out my business why you act like a clerk
I got a white girl she call me names like bastard and jerk
That's when I send her ass back to the 'burbs
Fucked her right good night, die wit' em open
I'm wit' a big booty bitch dressed inappropriate
Cocaine, bakin' soda, and some hot water
Kept the fiends comin' back to me, not karma
Smiled at my first kilo like a proud father
Smiled at my first judge like I'll be out tomorrow
Keep the Glock on 'em
All eyes on me, I had a Pac moment
This a Mannie Fresh beat and I go Pac on it
My homeboys proud of me like Barack homies
Your homeboys tired of me, I hope they die yawnin'
Leave ya house haunted
I ain't kiddin', I ain't playin', fuck up your house party
Lil Tunechi
[Bridge: Ashanti & Lil Wayne]
So DJ, won’t you play some more songs?
‘Cause we ain’t got nowhere to go home
Yeah, we ain’t got nowhere to go wrong
Whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh
So DJ, won’t you play some more songs?
‘Cause we ain’t got nowhere to go but home
Yeah, we ain’t got nowhere to go but wrong
Whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh (Got you, Ashanti, uh)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Ashanti]
Just a watch and a mink coat, yeah
Wherever I spit at, a tree grow
I’m a blood with some C-notes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I’m gettin' more checks than a peep hole (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yo, I done been through hell and back on a steamboat
Met the devil, came back feelin' frío
Gang bangin’, tatted up like Latinos (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And since I’m on my Spanish shit, it’s Carter Cinco
Mami is bionic and bisexual, bilingual
Mami is a goddess, but she gotta let her wings show
Mami tryna fuck me with her team, that’s a team sport
All these bad bitches in this bitch, but I ain’t seen yours
Muscle car look like I just got out the bing, whoa
Drop the top, smell like I just opened a weed store
A nice beat mixed with Tunechi like a cream float (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
With Mannie Fresh the O.G., now it's a G.O. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Luh-uh-uh) Woo! Yeah, got the squad in this bitch in case it pop off
(Lu-uh) Fresh, can you please tell these niggas I’ve been rich since the Hot Boys?
(Luh-uh-uh) Bad-ass dog by the screen door
(Lu-uh) Oof, your girl walkin’ ‘round my house wearin' nothin' but my watch and my mink coat
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Ah, yeah, now everybody throw a five, throw a five, Carter Cinco
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) And since I’m on my Spanish shit, them other boys finito
[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Mack Maine, Lil Wayne & Mack Maine, Ashanti]
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh)
We gon' start this shit off right
We got bad-ass bitches in the house tonight
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh)
We gon' start this shit off right (Yeah)
We got some bad-ass bitches in the house tonight

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne, Mack Maine, Lil Wayne & Mack Maine, Ashanti]
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh)
We got some bad-ass bitches, some bad-ass bitches
Bitches outside, them some sad ass bitches, leggo
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh)
(Yeah, yeah, leggo, yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, we got some bad-ass bitches, some bad-ass bitches
In the restroom, in the mirror takin' pictures, alright, yeah
That's alright, yeah, that’s alright, yeah, that’s alright, yeah
We got some bad-ass bitches, some bad-ass bitches
Couple niggas trippin’, mean muggin’, makin’ fists-es, alright
That’s alright, but we don’t fight, no
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Georgia... Bush / Weezy’z Ambitionz[Part 1: Georgia... Bush, produced by Vudu Spellz]

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans...we call him this:

Georgia (That's right) Georgia (Bush)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who
Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our niggas sitting on top their roofs
Hurricane Katrina, we should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) Bush
Then they telling y'all lies on the news
The white people smiling like everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eat
Man fuck the police and President (Georgia) Bush
So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady?
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson but now it's (Georgia) Bush
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush!
We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Now, I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the White House hating
Trying to wash us away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest
They saying that you gotta have paper if you tryna come back
Niggas thinking it's a wrap
See we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia)
Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses
The mayor say don't worry bout it
And the children have been scorned, no one's here to care 'bout 'em
And fat shout, to all the rappers that helped out
Yeah we like to thank all of y'all, but fuck President (Georgia) Bush
When you see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tig' cause he died in the storm
Fuck President (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
Cause if a nigga still movin' then he holdin' it down
I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tches
I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yeah!
[Hook]
We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush!
We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush!

[Part 2: Weezy's Ambitionz, produced by Daz Dillinger]

[Interlude: DJ Drama]
Oh yeah
You thought we was done? Nah

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Money, money, money: get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack, motherfucka, get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist (Yes)
Yep, I'm a motherfuckin' trip
I'm a trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
900 to a grand, get you 28 grams
If you talking bout bricks, I'm the interstate, man
And the women say "damn", them niggas don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed spring
Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine
And with no pen I'm sorta like a bomb "Boom"
Young Tune, yeah that's what my people call me
50 thousand for the cross, tryna keep the reaper off me
I drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walking
Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yeah
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yeah, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be the target
Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded
We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, Purple Heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep your bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com bitch, log in
Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in
All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet
They usually want a baller and the young nigga ballin'
Mike Jordan, pardon my swag
But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said "fuck it" - bought 2 houses in Miami
I can't wait to do Cribs; MTV, come on, get at me
Any rapper wan' get at me, tell ya label contact me
Half a hundred for a feature, wanna battle? I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of Miss Cita
Mom dukes, my Jeter, she the reason, she the reason
Everybody woman wanna be the boy diva, not even
There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her
Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming
Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina
Not a sim simma, 10 keys in the Beamer
Got a white girl driving: couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that motherfuckin' ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livin'
Spend a condo in the club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patron, I don't play
No ice I like my drink straight, not gay
And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid
I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that rage flow
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hoes
Price rising for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got dough
Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve
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La La[Intro]
David-David-David-David-David Banner
La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la
La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la
La La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la, la
La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty
Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her daddy
Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict
Man, I swear I'm on top like the attic
Yeah, bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean, but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries
Fuck me, I'm all about "oui" like Paris—
Hilton, presidential suite already
I'm richer than Nicole, and I'm a lion like her daddy
I am hotter than the Sun-day after Sat'day
I swear, I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy
Oscar De La Hoya, box ya like a casket
Or Diego Corrales, nigga, keep jabbin'
See, my style, it varies, like drugs in a alley
My leather so soft, my paint prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody
But I ain't tellin' jokes... apparently
A parent, yeah, my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her, you kill me, and nigga, I ain't 'bout to die
See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky
I swear, I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly
Four tears in my face, and you ain't never heard me cry
I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride
Oww!
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet (Ahhh, haaaa)

[Verse 2: Brisco]
My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses (Hershey's)
I'm hyphy, somethin' like a piston
And when I'm in Detroit, I be ballin' like a Piston
Oh, and did I mention? I'm fly like a pigeon
Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin'
I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart
The Polo be cream, but the Prada's caviar
Weezy, I'm sick from all this tourin'
He told me, "Sip this, and call me in the morning"
Yeah, and I vowed to never trust another woman
In my life—then, I got horny

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
See I ain't goin' nowhere, bitch, you know a nigga been home, honey
Money fuckin' retarded, call it "Down Syndrome money"
My cake sick, shit, been diagnosed, "sickle cell bread"
My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed
Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock
These bitches call me "Bling King," I shit when the bomb drop
And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas, flawless and D-Class
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass
They movin' on a nigga as I'm walkin' the valley, ready
And zoomin' with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry
My money help me do things that you niggas can't believe
Like purchase purses, places, all them things that you can't conceive
Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet (Whoa!)
I hope you niggas know just what it is
While I'm countin' my paper, niggas know I'm handlin' my biz
(Okay)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
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Knuck If You Buck[Verse 1 - Mack Maine]
Young Maine for President
I'll probably paint the White House black if it was my residence
Bush back in office, some niggas feel that's irrelevant
Cause they still pedalin' this medicine, but anyway, anyday
I can zurk off quick and make my semi spray
Send some of my men away just to blow your men away
Stephon Marbury type bullets, they like the penetrate
Young Money, we outta school, but we got chemistry
Young Spitta, Young Maine, Young Cop, Young Mobb, Tez Poe
We don't pass the rock nigga, we ball hog
Mad slow in the Escalade nigga, y'all all fall
Jack your fresh ass Caddy and steal your white walls
Nigga, we don't like y'all
Hell yeah, we will fight y'all
We ain't on no Tyson shit
We ain't tryna' bite y'all
Knuckin' if you buckin', probably bustin' at your cousin
How youngins' that spout something
Y'all niggas ain't 'bout nothin'

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Nigga we bussin', and bussin', to the bang of buss
No, we don't run for the Olympics, but the flame with us
I got that tussin', that scummy, and that angel dust
So pick your high, I will supply and correct changes, what's up
We bring the bussin', we bussin' like this thang for us
You niggas is sleeveless man, you can't hang with us
I got a bitch who speak Spanglish
She keep her bangles danglin'
And the cocaine is right up in her anus
Old Wayne is right up in the spot where he supposed to
Be, got Hova at the game and now he coachin'
Me, but I've been the champion, happy as I ever been
Lampin' in the Hamptons like, what the fuck is a hammock
The chef up in the kitchen like, what the fuck is a sammich
I'm like, we gotta find middle ground, we need balance
Challenge me, that be to my advantage
I'm outstanding, like standing outside up in the twister and walking not damaged
Standing outside up in the blizzard and walking hot handed
Serving nicklebags in Iraq, bet I will not panic
Swerve the nickel black, if I wreck, bet I will not panic
Cop another one the next day and drive it crazier
The seats will be lazier, shit'll be gravier
Nina Sarafeena my girl, so then I baby her
Wavin' at her at 2 crazy, Fugazis, I'm too brazen, 3 brazees deep
We got .380s and P80
9s, 9s, M-10ss and M1s and 12 gauges
Shell cases, money put up for jail cases, bail make it
My momma say, tuck your chain son, they'll take it
I hit her with one of them stale faces, like
I'll be damned momma, they know who I am momma
I'm still your little boy, but to them, I'm the man momma
Fuck with your boy, man Hollygrove the hood, nigga
Throw it in your face 'til you get that understood
[Verse 3 - Curren$y]
Niggas know I'm heavy with the coke, with the coke
In the Impala SS and sittin' heavy on the spokes
Never am I broke man, I'm playin with some change
I get a nigga soaked like he playing in the rain
And everywhere I go, a ho starin' at my chain
I'm the most valuable player in the game
All these haters wanna ride me
Cause I got more kicks than niggas with black belts in karate
Keep a redbone with a real nice body
Just copped a 'Lac and a yellow Maserati
Niggas ain't fuckin with the dawg
When Young Money shoppin', we don't leave nothing in the mall
These niggas ain't as rich as us
Man your rims too small, get your motherfucking inches up
Cause I copped me a Benz today
Just to go on 106 & Park and hand the keys over to Free and AJ
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Upgrade[Intro]
Yessir
Three
Ha, I love this shit
So let me talk my shit, uh-huh
(Coughing)
Okay, I'm good
Yeah

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
I know you see the guap, 'cause getting money is what we on
Riding drop-top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm
Leg hanging out the window, you ain't got these on
Bitch, holler! It is Lil Weezy
They cannot see me, they are like Stevie
I am bearing a ton like Levy
I circle your house like BB
Colder than the heebie-jeebies, never give freebies
Seventy-five thousand for these fees, shit
I can get a hundred thousand up in these jeans
Big stacks, my pockets on Creatine
Young Money, DipSet, nigga, we a team
If you don't like it, nigga, fuck you, no Vaseline
Errr! I peel off in the Lamborghin'
Like a tangerine
Got the engine straight shaking like a tambourine
Like a bitch with some lips like Angelin'
—a Jolie, Holy God flow
I go where no other guy go
Fuck you, ho, I'm so 5-0—
4, I hope every snitch die slow
Hip-hop, that's my ho, I know
She know I like it wet, don't want no dry ho
Alright, bitch, I am the boy, no decoy
And I will straight up destroy any boy, or man
And I prefer money than bitches, or just reefer
We are Young Money, bitch, and I am the leader
He are: Curren$y, Mack Maine, and D-Raw
And I just signed a chick named Nicki Minaj
And me, I'm still spittin' like a retard
And these niggas soft, they should be rapping in leotards
Nigga, we in charge, Baby put me in charge
And I'm just murdering niggas, free of charge
You dig? Just holler back, I see you, Sarge
I'm so motherfucking high, I can eat a star
Yeah, let me upgrade you
You may not be a model, but I can front-page you
You know I'm nasty, excuse my behavior
Let me just taste you, we can fuck later
Sitting in the coupe, looking like a racer
Top peeled back like the skin of a potato
Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre
Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater
Leave you with some bulletholes the size of craters
You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest
Battle anybody, nigga, fuck whoe'er your favorite
It's a new game, and I'm the coach like Avery
Leave it to the flow, we getting dough like the bakery
I don't really want to, but these niggas making me
Put a motherfucker on ice like the Maple Leaves
That's a hockey team, and I ain't on no hockey team
But I'm a champion—where's the fucking Rocky theme?
Damn, rest in peace, Apollo Creed
I'm a monster, every day is Halloween
A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed
And I keep my pockets green like a pod of peas
And if you hating, baby, you can get a side of deez
Deez nuts in your mouth, and can you swallow, please? Haha
Yeah, I'm so hot, I freeze
Big balls, and they jangle like a lot of keys
Even deaf bitches say "Hi" to me
She tell a blind bitch, and she say, "I gotta see"
Young Carter, darling
Understand: I am Michael Jordan balling, yes
I'm a dog, I'm a Hoya, homie
I'm a boss, your man's just an employer, mami
[Outro]
Let me upgrade you
Ha, let me upgrade you
Upgrade you, ah
Ahhhh....
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Finessin[Intro: Baby E.]
Yeah
It's Baby E. on the track
Yeah

[Verse 1: Baby E.]
Said
Trappin' getting old, so I been moving weight
Pigeons in the trunk, I'm on the Interstate
Made myself a plug, get it a hundred ways
And I still got the Act' you know I love the taste
Spending dirty money at the Gucci store
Fuckin' with the models, eating sushi rolls
She think I'm a rapper, get that groupie love
Baby mama mad, she see me movin' up
On to bigger better things
Bigger television screens
That I never get to see
'Cause I'm so heavy in the streets
I just blew a hundred thou'
So I'm goin' outta town
And I'ma try to make it back all right back

[Chorus: Baby E. & Lil Wayne]
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin'
Finessin', yeah, finessin', I be finessin'
Finessin', yeah, finessin', I be finessin'
Finessin', finessin', finessin', I be finessin'
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ballin' in this bitch, I put my partners on
Tie you up and make you call your baby mama's phone
Tell that bitch to bring that bag, oh lord we need that bag
Xannies in a plastic bag, call that a sleeping bag
On MLK in a Bugatti, I feel free at last
Percocets, Molly, and Syrup, I got PMS
Chillin' with your bitch watchin' First 48
And I still got that Act', you know I love the taste
And I let her hit the J
And I let her call me bae
And I let her call you back
Just to get that out the way
Then she hang up in your face
And I get it on her face
Then I teach her how to skate
Then I skate
I'm straight

[Chorus: Baby E. & Lil Wayne]
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin'
Tunechi
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin'
Mula
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin'
Yeah
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin'
Remix, baby
[Bridge: Baby E. & Lil Wayne]
I'm up right now, yeah
Mula
I'm up right now, yeah
Tunechi, Baby E. on the track, yeah
I'm up right now, yeah
And me I'm on
I'm up right now, yeah
Me I'm on, I'm just on my finesse shit
I'm up right now, yeah
I'm just on my finesse shit, finesse shit
I'm up right now, yeah
Hit the streets in my best shit, my fresh shit
I'm up right now, yeah
Kill this beat, I molest it, impressed it
I'm up right now, yeah
Oh my God I'm finessin'

[Chorus: Baby E. & Lil Wayne]
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin'
Ballin' in this bitch, I put my partners on
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin'
Muddy in this bitch, I'm talkin' styrofoam
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin'
Poppin' all these pills, I put my doctor on
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin'
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D.O.A.[Intro: Jay-Z]
La-da-da-da
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, Fiji water, grandaddy purp
Excuse me, I let the semi-automatic burp
Blood gang, motherfucker, call me "Red Alert"
Young Carter kill in order, who get it first?
Stuff that girl with dick 'til her head burst
Young Weezle, flow needles, I could thread shirts
Boy, you ain’t did shit, I done said worse
Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst
Ugh, Fiji water, OG kush
Yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks
Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks
I'm in the way, you can’t pass, like Aaron Brooks
President, ride the car slow
I let my driver drive, I'm on Par 4
Spit hanging from my mouth, retard flow
And I say what I won like an award show
I'm on some shit ain’t even came out the ass yet
Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet
Young or old, there ain’t no comparing me
I just cleared that up, moment of clarity, ugh!
[Break: Jay-Z]
La-da-da-da
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, I'm about to go almonds
Young head-buster, get your helmets
You niggas real soft—what is that, velvet?
I get big chips, you get Alvins
Ugh, I'm about to go walnuts
We get seven-digit money, you could call us
Hit 'em with the chopper, watch 'em ball up
Paint your face red, you all dolled up
Yeah, Young Nino, nigga
Do it for my team, Tim Tebow, nigga
I'm killing this shit, Grim Reap' flow, nigga
Getting swallowed by the Maybach, deepthroat, nigga!
Ugh, I'm about to go Planters
I’m still in my prime, Deion Sanders
We all gamblers, I will not lose
Flow precious as diamonds, I drop jewels
Give me mine or I'ma take mine
Smoking purple, I heard it through the grapevine
Weezy Baby, AKA Your Highness
I just killed this shit, moment of silence, ugh!
[Break: Jay-Z & Lil Wayne]
La-da-da-da
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye
Haha
But I ain't finished
Uh-uh
No Ceilings, motherfucker! Yeah

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, I'm in the zone like a fastball
And I fuck the game up like a bad call
Let the money stack, don’t let the cash fall
Bars all day, no last call
Ugh, I'm in the Red Zone, nigga
Wake up in the morning with your head gone, nigga
Birdman Junior, wings spread on niggas
Leave the beef in the streets and bring the bread home, nigga
Yeah, tell the doctor, "Step aside, please"
Dr. Carter, gasoline in your IVs
Strong dry weed, make my eyes bleed
Strong-arm rap, I rock a iron sleeve
Ugh, I'm in the zone like the secondary
No lie, bitch, I’m flyer than a pet canary
I’m a dog on the beat, fuck the vet-inary
Two women praise me like Mary Mary
Ugh, I'm in the zone like college ball
Spit fire like I’m sipping on a Molotov
Loose bowels, this shit so easy
I might send this to the Mixtape Weezy (Ugh!)
[Outro: Jay-Z & Lil Wayne]
Hahahaha
La-da-da-da
No Ceilings
Hey, hey, hey
Yeah
Goodbye
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Back 2 Back[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Dope man
Dope man, coke man
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I play the Porsche, 918
I mean the Spyder, you do not know what I mean
I got a driver for my drop top limousine
Go ask your bitch, I bet she know 'bout Mr. G
Yeah, he like to talk
She like to talk
So when he drop her off
They have a heart to heart
Guess he got all the answers
And I got all the verses
My Benzo got no ceilings
But the windows came with curtains
So me and G swervin'
Me and G swerve
I keep the double-R, me and Steve Kerr
Popping these Percs like I'm on injury reserve
And when the pockets full of lint, we want that lint to be fur
Amen, Amen
No baking soda, my nigga, we play it raw
We put some holes in them niggas, we playin' golf
Want you to know it's me nigga, my mask off
Cut out your tongue, put that bitch in a glass jar
Then drop it off to your kid's classroom
Dirt bags, we belong on a vacuum
A pad room, I fuck in my bathroom
Long hallways, my room is the last room
Long hard days, my schedule don't have room
You home all day, you stuck on your MacBook
I'm gone all day, I'm chasing that checkbook
I'm stoned all day, I'm stoned all day, I'm on D'ussé
And back in the day we was on section eight
Now we in our own section, motherfucker like "Ayy"
All you niggas know what time it is like Flav
Public Enemy Number One like Flav
Fifteen with a mouth full of golds like Flav
Fifteen with a house full of hoes like Hef
Gave G the day off 'cause the car park itself
Shots take off like a stealth
And they landing in your scalp
Letting human heads replace the Grammies on the shelf
Put a bitch head right below the belt 'til she belch
And she won't get a dollar; zero, zilch
Cup muddy-muddy, muddy-muddy-muddy
Tunechi pass the blunt, I'm gon' need time to study
They don't know who got the gun
But they know who got the money
We don't wanna know what's up
We wanna know who got the money
What these niggas wanna do?
What these bitches want from me?
Bitches claiming I'm a dog
But these bitches want puppies
These bitches bring luggage
My bitches bring others
My bitches bring rubbers
Your bitches burn rubbers
Your bitches burn supper
I'm still major and I made you niggas
You getting bodied by a skater nigga
I'm not the type of nigga that be Skypin' bitches
Shout out to all my bitches one nightin' niggas
Woah, make sure you hit 'em with the Slut Walk
Yeah, then text that man to fuck off
And I pour up another one, another one
The cream soda tasting like bubble gum
Woah, straight swerving on these niggas
From Collins, to Highland, to Bourbon on these niggas
Them other niggas just wasn't deserving of me, niggas
So I'm swerving on them niggas
No more Family Matters, no more Urkel on them niggas
I'm feeling like a born again virgin on them niggas
I'm running to the bank, quick as Herchel on them niggas
What's in your wallet?
I done went commercial on them niggas
On purpose on them niggas
All black hoodie, all black gat to match
Yeah, put it to your hat, and Blat!
When we see you, boy, them shots be coming back to back
Long hair, don't care, nigga; Cactus Jack
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Fly In[Intro]
So they ask me
"Young boy
What you gon' do the second time around?
How you gon' come back?"
I tried told 'em
"I come back like 32
I jump back like 33"
Ugh, hit me
That's nothing
This is Tha Carter II, people
This is Tha Carter II, people
Hey

[Verse]
They call me Mr. Carter, I kissed the daughter
Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put them body on chill like glaciers, gracias
I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulder and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffing, I'm just pitching, your honor
I ain't snitching, your honor
Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power
Vacate when that kitchen get hotter
I just sit on the counter
Open the cabinet, close the cupboard
Put that jar in the skillet, drop a four in the bubbles
I remember being young, tryna hustle my dope
Tryna tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Tryna tell you 'fore you jump that my MAC ain't broke
You ain't tryna see how far that black back lane go, no
Call me Pac-Man, your ghost is blue
I got my Red River rubies and my ocean blue jewelry
Usually I'm a hooligan for the money
Yeah, I'm eating, but I got a tapeworm in my tummy, oh
Make harm and I bomb you in public
Hit you with the straight-arm, no warning, nothing
Look, it's morning, no yawning or nothing
I ain't sleeping, I'm up tryna take a nigga lunch
You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts and we taking what we want
I'm so 504, you got to kill me here
If you ever looking for me, bitch, I will be here
Cash Money is an army, Navy Seal me here
Lot of niggas ran from me, but I still be here
No chrome on the Continental, I'm so fundamental
Crack the Phil', crack the roof, and roll up the windows
And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home
That's why I holler Hollygrove on each and every song
You leaping at a dog, a dog with no bark
Just a bite like an old shark
And all you rich niggas know Pa, I'm talking 'bout Stunna
He like, "Keep your dough," he got your ho
And the sun shines on the king and sets on the prince
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I Miss My Dawgs[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This is the Carter muthafucka, yea
And in my building I must keep it real

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
And man I miss the times
We would shine, you would keep on your side
You would teach me how to ride
And you would teach me how to pride
Then we get on the line and go over our lines
We were in the same position
And that's when you changed position, shit
I never changed and I miss ya, and it's strange
But I never forget ya
Though that ain't you with them bitches homie
And I know that ain't you wit that dissin on me, that's why I
Never replied and never will, just let em live phony
If ya ever died, I swear to God, I got yo kids homie
What's mine is theirs, I gotta give homie, and yea
We still a army in this bitch homie
Yeah Cash Money still the shit homie, shit, homie!
What's really real is you feelin me nigga
That Hot Boy shit still in me nigga, word to giggity nigga
And I ain't got time to speak the history
I miss you and I know you missin me, Gizzle, but
[Hook: Reel]
Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin
Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin
[Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin
Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again]
Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin
Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin
Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin
Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
And I remember when you came to the clique
I had already made my name in the clique
But you got famous and shit
I got my soulja rag and dangled my shit
I was honored just to hang wit you, shit
And I banged to the boogie-bang-bang with ya clique
And I ain't even from the 3, my hood was angry at me, shit
But I rose to my feet, played the post with the heat
At them shows while you performed and posed
I was waitin for a nigga to jump, see I was patient
But was ready to dump, cuz you my brother, chump
Real Gs never buckle up
But every family ain't filled wit gangstas that's real
And that's real and I would never turn my back
Or turn ya down, even if you turned around, muthafucka
But history is history
I miss you and I know you missin me, Juvie, but
[Hook: Reel]
Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin
Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin
Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin
Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again
Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin
Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin
Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin
Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
You was my nigga, my nerve, my joy, my hurt
My main muthafuckin man Turk (oh!)
My other, my partner, I was teacher, he was father
I skilled, he schooled, we chilled, we moved
We thug, we hung, we ate, we slept
We lived, we died, I stayed, you LEFT!
Remember how we played to the left?
And we stayed out of trouble 'cause we stayed to our self
'Member B and Slim would leave and the keys over?
Tell us not to go Uptown and we went straight to tha Nolia
While I watched you reunite wit yo souljas
And yo mom and brothers, while I lied to the Stunna
Yeah, those were the times my brother
Now I recognize real and I eye my brother
Yeah, nigga, Semaj my brother, the Sqad's my brother
The niggas you left behind is my brothers!
[Hook: Reel]
Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin
Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin
Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin
Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again
Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin
Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin
Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin
Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Eureka[Intro: HoodyBaby and Lil Wayne]
And when I bust I yell "Eureka", yeah
And when I bust I yell "Eureka", yeah
6 shit

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Dropped out of school, I fucked the teacher
Spent a mil' on misdemeanor
Miss my brodies, miss Aaliyah
Spendin' money like amnesia
Spent some money on sativa
Got that strip club diabetes
Make it rain cats and dogs
All night long, I need PETA
White girl, black diva
I'm in here fuckin' on a zebra
I beat it up like John Cena
Talkin' crazy, bilingual
Put some diamonds in my teefus
Got me lookin' like a genius
Leave you bloody like a fetus
Cut your tongue off, leave you speechless
Put some money on subpoenas
Could've gave that to Miss Cita
Nigga stunner, he a skeezer
From the heart and out the speakers
I was young, I heard the preacher
I grew up and met the reaper
That codeine my anesthesia
Tried to kick but this ain't FIFA
She snort one line, want a sequel
She snort two and want a threesome
She snort three lines, yell "Adidas"
When I bust I yell "Eureka"
When I bust I yell "Eureka"
When she bust she yell for Jesus
Drop her off at the cathedral
She come back with a bunch of singles
Phones are tapped, we switch the lingo
Hustle where the grass is greener
Clean the blood off the walls
Then break out the Stanley Steamer
It's a drought on cocaina
I know routes through Pasedena
I got two keys of that Bieber
Call 'em Justin and Justina
Sippin' on that Angelina
I'm low profile in a Bimmer
Where it's sour, could be sweeter
I got sugar, I got creamer
More extremer, more obscener
Doin' numbers, yellin' "Bingo"
Coca leaf so come and get some
White power from a negro
Spent some money on my legal
And that money was illegal
That's my bloody, that's my migo
Reppin' cinco like he Tito
I'm gettin' high under gazebo
With a bride and no tuxedo
I'm a bitch magnet, Magneto
Hit that pussy like the R.I.C.O
Young money with no wrinkles
Hot tubbin' with the chicas
Run around naked like they streakers
Run around this bitch like Ezekiel
Good Quality coke, that's GQ
Boy this base don't need no EQ
She snort one line, want a sequel
When I bust I yell "Eureka", hey
[Verse 2: HoodyBaby]
Took her out the game, sent her to the bleachers
Kick her out in style, Balenciaga sneakers
Broke up with my bitch, I feel like shit, my dog
She kept talkin' fifty-fifty, had to split, my dog
She kept on fallin' in and out of love, I tripped her dog
Told me eat or get ate, so I sipped her dog
I'ma go platinum, she single
She blow up my phone, but the bitch got no ringer
Bought her a ring but I left with a finger
Stack up my cake and I bust down some zingers
Hello, ho, you gots to go, ho
I'm on the road, ho, high profile, movin' work on the low
Smokin' OG, girl you gotta go
Know you ain't on, girl you gotta know
Got that backward, girl, you kinda slow
The snakeskin I know you see on, this a no

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
And when I bust I yell "Eureka", yeah
And when I bust I yell "Eureka", yeah
And when we fuck it's for no reason, yeah
Record that shit and watch the reruns, yeah
And when I bust I yell "Eureka", yeah
That's some sick shit, yeah
That's some sick shit, yeah
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Hot Revolver (Album Version)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
She's askin' "do you have the time
To listen to me whine?"
She's askin', "who's on the other line?"
You diss me everytime
I tell her, baby I'm a star, shit, I'm above the stars
And now, I done got so high, I done forgotten who you are

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
I tell her
I'm in love with you
But I can't be with you
Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight
Right up out of town

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Hop back in my spaceship
Girl, I gotta drop your ass off
Cause I just come to take it
Then you know I gotta take off
But I'mma be here next week
So call your company and take off
Cause she say "Wayne you ain't shit
You got me all impatient"
Cry me a river
I can hear my conscience while I sail off
[Hook: Dre]
Boy you got a problem
And you ain't foolin' no one but yourself
You're like a hot revolver
But you ain't killin' no one but yourself
And soon she's gonna find someone to love
And you gon find yourself, so all alone

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
One minute she love me, the next minute she hate me
That's two minutes of my time she done wasted
She say she pray she have Weezy F's baby
And I be having seizures, but she say she can't shake me
And my homies say she's cuter than my other bitches
And every time I'm in that pussy it feel custom-fitted
I swear I like her more than she think I do
Girl, when I think of you
My dick just start to jumpin' like a fucking kangaroo
I suck and fuck and finger you
But you want me to cling to you
And I ain't asking you to change
Cause I know I can't jingle you
I got my ways...
And you have your days...
And we gave it our best shot
But I just got grazed
I'm sorry
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Gossip[Intro]
I hate gossip
And I don't walk around looking for it, you know?
But, yesterday it seemed to just
Wander around 'til it found me
You know like, the gossip found me
Then why don't try provin' it?
How? You don't know how to prove it?
Well, what you just do is, stop
(Streetrunner)

[Verse 1]
Stop hatin' on a nigga
That is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga
And you can get tipped like you're waitin' on a nigga
Put a body bag and a apron on a nigga
I give my all behind the mic
But you can never see if you sit behind the light
And you don't have to pick me to win the title fight
But I'mma wear that championship belt so tight
And if I'm wrong, there is no right
And if I'm wrong, there is Snow White
I'm tryna be polite
But you bitches in my hair like the fuckin' po-lice
And my flow is rare, these other rappers nice
These other rappers bark, some of 'em even bite
But I'm much more bright, I give the game sight
So before you dim the light, you just might, might wanna
[Refrain]
Think it over
Ooooh, think it over
Think it over, baby baby (Get 'em)

[Verse 2]
Stop! Analyzing, criticizing
You should realize what I am and start epitomizing
Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion
I'm confident, like fuck 'em all, pull out my dick and ride it
My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dying
It rains a lot in my city because my city's crying
Because my city's dying
Still I emerge from all of that, I am a living pion–eer, near Zion
Fear God, not them, steer my robin coupe
Through the streets of the Boot, and soo-woo!
And then I leak blood in the booth, I leave a bloodbath
Sorry, there's a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at?
I'm twisted like the strings on a shoe, no, nigga, fuck that
I'm twisted like the strings on a boot, now where New Orleans at?
I feel hip-hop stole me like a bus pass
So in your possession, I-I-I must ask

[Refrain]
Hey, haven't I been good to you?
(Think it over) Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you?
[Verse 3]
Drag my name through the mud, I come out clean
Cast away stones, I won't even blink
A gun is not a math problem, I won't even think
Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
Don't believe in me, don't believe me
I graduated from hungry and made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta, take it and eat it
But I'm gon' need cheese if I'm baking a ziti
You niggas want beef, I want a steak, and, uh, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where weed be
Hardbody nigga just takin' it easy
All about my paper, 'bout my paper like E-Z
Wider wrappers, why do rappers lie to fans, lie to rappers?
Lot of rappers lie like actors, cut the motherfuckin' cameras
Cut the check, nigga, fuck your props
And make it out to "Mr. Hip-Hop"

[Outro]
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La La La[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Uh-huh
That's right, Carter 3, come on
Yea, yeah
Walk with me, come go with me
Yeah
It's Lil' Weezy, baby, hahaha

[Hook: Lil Wayne & Sample]
And I'm just lightin' up my...
La, la la la la la la (Yeah)
La-la-la, la (Yeah, yeah)
La, la la la la la la (One-seven)
La-la-la, la (Cash Money, Young Money)
Tell the story

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Born in New Orleans, raised in New Orleans
I will forever remain faithful, New Orleans
I thank you New Orleans, thank you Hollygrove
That's been my hood since a snotty-nose
I come through the hood, suicidal doors
I used to come through the hood on the handlebars
Gat in my draws, money in my pocket, crack in my jaws
I hope it don't dissolve
And you know I'm ducking Five-O and my moms
Young'un quick to go off like car alarms
Now, the young'un keep his mind on the Parmesan
Them other niggas ain't eating, like a Ramadan
Spit the shit that make you feel it in your chromosomes
Got some money, put my whole damn corner on
Young Carter, part three, I'm the cornerstone
Eagle Street, keep it going 'til homies home
And I'm just lightin' up my...
[Hook: Lil Wayne & Sample]
La, la la la la la la (Yeah)
La-la-la, la (Yeah, yeah)
La, la la la la la la (Yeah)
La-la-la, la (C'mon, I'm just lighting up my...)
La, la la la la la la (Yeah)
La-la-la, la (Yeah, yeah)
La, la la la la la la (Can I kick it?)
La-la-la, la

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Can I kick my story to y'all?
My glory in God, my faith in my flow
I pray that I go where no other rapper has
And when you're rappin' as
Vivid as I, your limit is the sky, so I
Study B.I., I bang 2Pac
I hum Aaliyah, and Soulja Slim was a leader
Who am I not to follow greatness?
I give these MCs hell like they all atheists
Tell them hatin' niggas, "One!" like they in The Matrix
And tell the cops I can buy my own bracelets
I'ma keep the paper running like a pair of ASICS
Used to sport the Gucci Bucks, nigga, no laces
Striped Polo, five-pocket Girbaud
Mama got her tubes tied and rocking dolo
I used to have the starter jacket with the logo
And the hat—me, myself, I had the N-O: that's the Saints, nigga
[Hook: Lil Wayne & Sample]
La, la la la la la la
La-la-la, la (Yeah, yeah)
La, la la la la la la
La-la-la, la (And I'm just lighting up my...)
La, la la la la la la (You know)
La-la-la, la (You know)
La, la la la la la la (Weezy, baby, yeah)
La-la-la, la

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
It's Lil Wayne, I'ma shine in the rain
Now, nothing gets cleared without me signing my name
I'm just headlining the game
Won't quit until I'm A-Rod in the game
They riding the bench, they not in the game
I misplaced the key to the lock and chain
My spot remain, like a bleach stain, or cranberry
It's Murder She Wrote like Angela Lansbury
I remember being small, man
New toys when my mom would win the card game
Got my gifts before Christmas—didn't have to wait for them
I had a ten-speeder, scooter, and a skateboard, haha!
Then we moved to the suburbs
Me and lil' Toya Johnson was lovebirds, aww, man!
And I swear, I feel born again
I'm in the building like the audience, just lightin' up my...
[Hook: Lil Wayne & Sample]
La, la la la la la la
La-la-la, la
La, la la la la la la
La-la-la, la
La, la la la la la la
La-la-la, la
La, la la la la la la
La-la-la, la
La, la la la la la la
La-la-la, la
La, la la la la la la
La-la-la, la
La, la la la la la la
La-la-la, la
La, la la la la la la
La-la-la, la

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

[Hook: Future]
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I should've known you would cross me
Because I'm on and I'm saucy
And now I'm gone and you salty
Steam coming from your head like a coffee
My reality is better than your dreams nigga
My ho pussy hole is wetter than your dreams nigga
My ho legs spread wider than your wings nigga
Put your head in a microwave, DING! nigga
You out of character, slime, you out of character
And me I'm out of patience, sick and tired like Malaria
These hoes like mosquitoes
These niggas trying to be hoes
What happened to that boy and I ain't Pusha T though
Supa where the cup at
I'm working on my comeback
The girl I'm with got much class
But she got a dumb ass
I keep a money bag, a drug bag, and a gun bag
These niggas ain't even shining, making the sun mad
Rappers in my lunch bag
Me and Future have a food fight
Bedroom full of new dykes
Old green and new white
That's old money, that's new coke
That's Young Money, that's 24/7, 3-6-5
That's Cash Money; I'm like "Who ho" Who ho, who ho!?
[Hook: Future (Lil Wayne)]
I should've known you would cross me (Yea who ho?)
I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em kudos)
I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em adios)
I should've known you would cross me (I'm on my patio)
I should've known you would cross me
(Thinking about Hollygrove)
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em adios)
I should've known you would cross me (Yeah)
I was looking in your eyes you ain't built like that
(You ain't built like that)
You ain't built like that (I should've know)
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
They say I ain't a rapper I'm a trapper
I be with the robbers and the killers and the kidnappers
I'll fuck your bitch in your crib, watch the kids after
Still fuck a bitch, fuck the ring, motherfuck a pastor
I don't, I should've known she ain't really love me
I should've know she just want to fuck me
I fucked up, don't judge me
I got this money and I ain't turning down
This money'll turn your life up but bring your family down
Some of the closest niggas to me, they don't come around
Cause some of the closest niggas to me, I'll gun 'em down
For real
I should've known you'd cross me
I'm from the hood, that's where they taught me
Go hard until they off me
[Hook: Future]
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I got some niggas that was there
That ain't no longer there
I don't care
I don't cry about it
And I barely get sleep anyway
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Hello[Intro: Lil Wayne & Shane Heyl]
Cut the fuckin’ music up
YMCMB, GTWYC
Yeah
It’s about that time! How about you man?
Uh, yeah
Goat Mouf Gumbo
Uh
Brain stretched out
Yeah, bitch
Shake Junt, Shake Junt
Yeah, Chicken bone Nowison
Nowison
Death wish, bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, California house in the hills, big windows, no blinds
Can't sleep past 9, we pass weed like time over here
Money over fear, her lipstick smeared, her pussy lip pierced
Daddy gotta go after Daddy get his, see ya later alligator
Crying crocodile tears, don't worry I'll be back
If her pussy like crack, she got a nice rack and that apple bottom
Bite that Apple like Mac, that's that computer love
I kill that pussy but I don't go to the funeral
Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform
So ride this dick like a horse, pony, unicorn
Phone in her back pocket made the EHHHH
Phone in her back pocket made her booty call
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & (Shayne Heyl)]
I said hello, hello, she said "oh shit!"
I ain't mean to call you, anyway, what you doing
I said nothing, she said I know what you should be doing
And could be doing, open up your legs, walk me through it
Ain't too proud to beg, psh nigga please, I fell on my head
And she fell on her knees, what you know about that (Uhh)
I be on my head and she be on her knees
What you know about that? Bitch, bitch! Ugh!
Skate, smoke, fuck, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, California house in the hills, big windows, no blinds
Can't sleep past 9, we pass weed like time over here
Money over fear, her lipstick smeared, her pussy lip pierced
Daddy gotta go after Daddy get his, see ya later alligator
Crying crocodile tears, don't worry I'll be back
If her pussy like crack, she got a nice rack and that apple bottom
Bite that Apple like Mac, that's that computer love
I kill that pussy but I don't go to the funeral
Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform
So ride this dick like a horse, pony, unicorn
Phone in her back pocket made the EHHHH
Phone in her back pocket made her booty call

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & (Shayne Heyl)]
I said hello, hello, she said "oh shit!"
I ain't mean to call you, anyway, what you doing
I said nothing, she said I know what you should be doing
And could be doing, open up your legs, walk me through it
Ain't too proud to beg, psh nigga please, I fell on my head
And she fell on her knees, what you know about that (Uhh)
I be on my head and she be on her knees
What you know about that? Bitch, bitch! Ugh!
Skate, smoke, fuck, yeah
[Verse 3: Shane Heyl]
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Goat Mouf Gumbo's Here to save ya
"S" on my chest, like a Super-Man vest
Shake Junt!, I'mma say it again, Shake Junt!
Buck up my friends
Wondering, dreaming, constantly thinking
Tik-tok, Skello, Tik-tok Skello! Time's wasting
Had a chance, now look at the mess
Evil thoughts they run in my head
Get there, while you can, I say get there while you can
No you can't, yes I can
Pushin' fast at 50 milli got me screamin' faster!
Green and yellow do it again
Let it go, Back it up, boom! Boom! Titties & Milk!
Squirt, Squirt, till it don't, miss miss
Don't forget, miss miss, don't forget miss miss
Don't forget, miss miss, Don't forget Chicken bone Nowison
Don't forget Chicken bone Nowison
Don't forget Chicken bone Nowison
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I Don’t Sleep[Intro: Lil Wayne]
(Think we found a loophole)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Funeral (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I don't sleep (I don't sleep)
Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet (I don't sleep)
Fuck a Xanny, give me Adderall and weed (I don't sleep)
Speedballin' off the cocaine and codeine (I don't sleep)
Chinchilla carpet got her walkin' on her knees (On her knees)

[Post-Chorus]
I don't sleep and I'm still livin' out my dreams (I don't sleep)
Kill you in your sleep and now you can't get out your dreams (Fuck your dreams)
Notorious B.I.G. said it was all a dream (All a dream)
I'm reppin' M-O-B, the mob, I got ties (Woo, woo)
In the back of my head, under my locks, I got eyes (Woo)
Presidents so dead up in my pockets, I got flies (Yeah)
Been chasin' these presidents so long they must be tired (Yeah)
They better not close their eyes, 'cause Tunechi never blink (Never blink)
And if you sleepin' on Lil Tunechi, rest in peace (Rest in peace)
'Cause all a nigga do is win like I cheat (Like I cheat)
And I ain't sleepin' 'til they bring me to the priest (To the priest)
Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, I just popped a ten, I'm in my man cave
Lookin' for some hoes in my DMs, man, I miss Backpage
Your lil' ho do spin class at the gym, that bitch in bad shape
My lil' ho said she gon' spend a band, I like it ratchet (Yeah)
Did some cocaine with these bitches, like it fancy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Snort the cocaine off their titties in my mansion (Yeah, yeah)
I'm gettin' naked with these bitches (Yeah)
I'm on Addy and Cialis, breakin' records in these bitches
Wait, I think (Think) this ho need Jesus, I need water
She say, "These (These) them double D's that float in water"
I'm too numb, I bit my jaw and I can't feel it (I can't feel it)
I'm so numb I hit it raw and I can't feel it

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I'm on the ceilin', I don't sleep (I don't sleep)
Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet (I don't sleep)
Fuck a Xanny, give me Adderall and weed (I don't sleep)
Speedballin' off the cocaine and codeine (I don't sleep)
Chinchilla carpet got her walkin' on her knees (On her knees)

[Bridge: Lil Wayne & Takeoff]
Threw a million in a week and I ain't freak (I ain't freak)
I ain't fret, I ain't sweat, I ain't keep (No)
She said, Tunechi, "What you think about me," lemme think (Woah)
She said, "Why you never answer?" Told her, "I was sleep" (Takeoff)
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Told her I was sleep (Sleep)
Really, I was with my other bitch from Italy (I lied)
Text message from my Memphis bitch, she get 'em ten a key (Ten)
That stick shoot thirty minutes and it don't need anti-freeze
I believe niggas tryna get the goals that I achieve (Goals)
Me without the paper just like Tune without the lean  (What?)
Or Phil without the rings, (Or what?) Snoop without the weed (Or what?)
A-I without the sleeve, (Or what?) IG without the memes (Nah)
I'm up, Adderral, these niggas, they drinkin' on Tylenol ('Nol)
I give her the X, she give me the neck, and no, we don't talk at all (At all)
Jaws, I'm breakin' 'em in, she gettin' the balls and all (Ball)
I cannot sleep and I cannot eat if it ain't codeine involved (Drank)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I don't sleep (I don't sleep)
Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet (I don't sleep)
Fuck a Xanny, give me Adderall and weed (I don't sleep)
Speedballin' off the yayo and codeine (I don't sleep)
Me and Takeoff 'bout to take off, 'bout to flee (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
I don't sleep and I'm still livin' out my dreams (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Kill you in your sleep and now you can't get out your dreams (Yeah, yeah, fuck your dreams)
Notorious B.I.G. said it was all a dream (All a dream)
I'm reppin' M-O-B, the mob, I got ties (Woo, woo)
In the back of my head, under my locks, I got eyes (Woo)
Presidents so dead up in my pockets, I got flies (Yeah)
Been chasin' these presidents so long they must be tired (Yeah)
They better not close their eyes, 'cause Tunechi never blink (Never blink)
And if you sleepin' on Lil Tunechi, rest in peace (Rest in peace)
'Cause all a nigga do is win like I cheat (Like I cheat)
And I ain't sleepin' 'til they bring me to the priest (To the priest)
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Everyday We Sick[Verse]
Everything was meant, everything was meant
I took a L, what comes after L? My nigga — Ms
That AK with the twins, that's Mary Kate and sis
My shooters, they don't miss; fade away, then swish
Dedication 6, and every day we sick
Treatin' medication scrips like some Revelation scripts
I thought yesterday we quit
But you know, every day we spent
Then we celebrate the win like we'll never play again
Lord I just talked to my hitman, he say that he made a list
Nigga always breakin' in, and he never leave a print
And I never shaved a brick, OK, now I'm talkin' shit
Where that bakin' soda mix? Raise my Arm & Hammer fist
And my yellowbone, she thick, and her belly don't exist
And she never saw the gym, she stay healthy 'cause she strip
Doin' very late events, and I never paid a cent
Pussy never leave a scent, Toni Braxton, breathe again
Every day, all week, we lit, you know every day we sip
And we having steak and shrimp with some naked waitresses
Told that bitch to bring a friend, you know that we make 'em kiss
She know if it's goin' down, I keep a elevator lit
Now where the elevator music? Yeah, they better play the hits
I can serenade a bitch, you interrogate a bitch
If we interrogate that bitch, we be like "Where that safe at, bitch?"
Put that barrel to her tits, and if she hesitate, that's it
I need that combination bitch, 'cause I ain't got no patience bitch
I hate to do it, but the line between love and hate is thin
You know every day we win, you know second place ain't shit
You know that we take the kids, just like Freddy, Jason, IT
You know that we spray and dip, one-eight-seven, eighty-six
While you eatin' bacon grits again while police takin' tips
You know every day we drip, drippin' wet Mercedes-Benz
Drippin' wet and glazy clit, you know every day she drenched
This that Dedication 6, you know every day we sick
Give me wet, a life, a gift, catch a body like the Lyft
This that Dedication 6, if she starstruck, make a wish
I tell her pussy "Take your lick", I'm big-headed, make it fit
You know every day we sick
[Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]
That's some sick shit, yeah
Shoutout Young Money!
You know every day we sick
That's some sick shit, oh
My nigga Mack Maine
And that's that Dedication 6
You know every day we sick
And you are just a patient, bitch
It's that Dedication 6
You know every day we sick
And that's some sick shit, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
That's some sick shit, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
That's some sick shit, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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Piano Trap[Part I]

[Intro]
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud (Yeah)
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud

[Verse]
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
All I can see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, I'm gettin' virtual now
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul
I'ma thank God for my existence
I'ma thank God for my charisma
I'ma thank God that I'm in the business
And I'ma thank God I'm not in the system
I'ma thank God for the pots that I pissed in
I'ma thank God for the times I done risked it
I'ma thank God for workin' out the logistics
I'ma thank God that I'm not a statistic
All of my jewelry is fuckin' ridiculous
I cannot really be seriously serious
All of my goons take everything serious
Run in the building and kill your superiors
Killin' the staff and kill the affiliates
Smokin' this gas just like it's some helium
I see y'all ass all in my peripheral
Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian
She workin' that ass continuous
I'm workin' my plans, ingenuous
I'm talkin' 'bout mags and millions
Mags and millions, man, ask Eminem
I got a monogamous smile
I do not know how I do how
I give all to my daughters, no doubt
It's been all about now until now
I've been keepin' it quiet but loud
I've been keepin' it private but proud
I've been treatin' the fire like flowers
I've been keepin' it silent but "Pow"
And she 'bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she gettin' personal now
Oh my God, I'm 'bout to skirt on her blouse
Oh my God, she 'bout to slurp up a child (Yeah)
She 'bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she gettin' personal now
Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd
Oh my God, she 'bout to surf in the crowd
Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
Call up my phone and my service was down
Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while
Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
Call up my phone and my service was down
Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul, damn
[Part II]

[Intro]
Ayy, tell you what you should do, son

[Verse]
Uh, let's get personal, Percocet got me vertical
Them Uzis get so surgical, shooters, they shoot like Türkoğlu
We murder you, then bury you, dig a hole and throw dirt at you
You disappear like abracadabra, magic like 32
It is my time, and when it is, you on timeout
I'm on Cloud 9 and, nigga, you just on iCloud
I'm an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out
You on the sideline, my side bitch got a side bitch
Gotta sip slow 'case I die quick, I'm alive, bitch
Born piss poor, I'ma die rich full of my shit
Bust up in your house on some mob shit, leave no hostage
Leave you lookin' like January 2nd, July 5th
Y'all are all witnesses to my battles, I shall fight
Been through a whole lotta bullshit, still smell nice
Poverty to penitentiary straight to paradise
Took a few L's without 'em, I couldn't spell 'Life'
Airtight, vagina tight and it better smell right
Banana clip dick, banana up in her tailpipe
Big fish, nigga, killer whale, kill a bitch nigga
I'ma snap and send a pic, nigga, flick-flick, nigga
Tunechi, I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
All I could see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, we gettin' virtual now
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Feel Good[Intro]
Tunechi
Baby
(Hey!)

[Verse 1]
Uh, Lord I think I'm ballin' too hard
And my girlfriend think she too much
All she do is get pretty, I get shitfaced
Don't we make a cute couple?
To a broke heart we look like 2 bucks
I got a posse full of hitters
And a pocket full of "In God We Trust"
It's been so long since I said "It cost too much"
I'm so addicted to the fast money lifestyle
And withdrawal sucks
And dead presidents act immortal
But I know you see money's not a problem
Bal' like a butch bitch
Let's go on a shopping spree, take that shit to Goodwill
Money in a shoebox, what's up with all these shoeboxes?
Baby, I'm my own boss, "Dwayne, you gon' get you fired!"

[Hook]
But I feel good, woo
I knew that I would, yeah
I feel good, yeah
I'm smoking that good, yeah
I feel good, yeah
My girl got that good, yeah
Girl your pussy so good
And these hoes is no good
But I got you, yeah
Girl your pussy so good (so good)
And these hoes is no good (no good)
But I got you, yeah
I got you, wooo
[Verse 2]
Woo, Tunechi, baby, yeah
They say "Boy put some money aside"
Don't tell me what to do with mine
All my kids already rich, and they kids, and they kids...
They think money grow on trees
And as tall as they grew, I climbed
Knock-knock "Who's there?" Hah!
I told the bitch "It's just money"
The road can get a lil bumpy
So, on the low, I got that blow
And ya nose gon' feel like a trumpet
I'm goin home to my lil mama, she call me Big Poppa
She get hard dick and McDonald's
Cause she so tired of them Whoppers
I fuck her good, so proper, she say my name in Opera
I turn into a Piranha, then eat it like Tilapia
She know I'm going through a lot
So she say my name in Gospel
No weapon formed against Weezy shall prosper

[Hook]
And I feel good, yeah
I knew that I would, yeah
And I'm still hood, yeah
Shoutout to my hood
I was sick of stuntin'  but I feel cured
Leave yo ass in the woods, yeah
And these hoes is no good, no good
But I got a few, yeah
These hoes is no good (no good)
These hoes is no good (no good)
But, fuck it, I got you, ah
Fuck 'em I got you, ah
[Outro]
And I feel good
Tunechi, baby (Hey!)
I feel good, yeah
Woo! Like diamonds on wood
Woo, mmm, ow! yeah
I feel good, yeah
My girl got that good, yeah
Girl, your pussy so good
And these hoes is no good
But I got you, yeah
(Woaw!)19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Dreams[Chorus]
I had a dream I was broke
No diamonds and no gold
Most saddest story ever told, oh
And I had a dream, I was a fool
No mansion or no pool
I woke up and I screamed
Thank God it was just a dream
Huh, huh, yeah, ooh

[Verse 1]
I live the American dream, huh
Foreign everything, huh
I turn my scariest dreams, uh, into fairy wings
I don't want beef, I just want green, that's vegetarian dreams
Dream, dream, yeah
I'm havin' that dream where I'm fallin', yeah
I land in the purplest water, yeah
I'll probably surface tomorrow, yeah
Dream of a world with new order, yeah
It spin like the perfect revolver, yeah
I dreamt I died and went to Heaven and came back
'Cause I got work in the mornin', yeah
Yeah, yeah, sleep tight, yeah, I daydream all night
Keep my head up right, don't let the fed bugs bite
One night I fell asleep in some good pussy and I woke up like "Oh shit"
Had a dream that I was broke, I ain't sleep with that same ho since
[Chorus]
I had a dream I was broke
No diamonds and no gold (Yeah)
Most saddest story ever told, woah
And I had a dream, I was a fool (Yeah, yeah)
No mansion or no pool (No)
I woke up and I screamed
Thank God it was just a dream

[Verse 2]
We in another dimension (Yeah)
She say I'm the man of her dreams (Yeah)
So after I fuck her, I pinch her (Yeah)
She had the wettest of dreams (Yeah)
She gon' wake up in a swimsuit (Yeah)
They tryna sell me some dreams
Way too fuckin' expensive (Yeah)
I been sippin' all this lean, that's why my eyes are dreamy (Dreamy)
In my dream and I wake up, see all these fuckin' Weezys (Damn)
Mister Sandman, all your sand about to turn to cement (Damn)
California weed got me California dreamin' (Yeah)
I'm your worst nightmare

[Bridge]
I just wanna spend it all before I go to sleep (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Broke my heart and give it to you wrapped in 'chilla mink (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Waking up on the islands, OD's and violence (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah)
Roses with no thorns
[Chorus]
I had a dream, (I had a dream) I was broke
No diamonds and no gold (No diamonds)
Most saddest story ever told, oh (Woah)
And I had a dream, (I had a dream) I was a fool
No mansion or no pool (No, oh)
I woke up and I screamed
Thank God it was just a dream

[Post-Chorus]
Thank God it was just a dream
Thank God it was just a dream, yeah
Thank God it was just a dream
Thank God it was just a dream
Woke up and I screamed
Thank God it was just a dream

[Bridge]
I just wanna spend it all before I go to sleep
Broke my heart and give it to you wrapped in 'chilla mink
Woke up on islands, OD's and violence
Roses with no thorns (Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
I just woke up with some new tattoos (Yeah, yeah)
I just woke up next to "Who is you and you and you?"
Got the groupie blue, woopty woo, hooty hoo
Make their dreams come true and then I put 'em back on snooze
Had a dream, I was a fool
No mansion or no pool (Yeah, yeah)
I woke up and I screamed...6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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New Freezer[Intro: Gudda Gudda]
Gudda!
D6
Yeah

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
I'mma cash out on the AP, new freezer
The coupe sit nice on some new feet, new sneakers
I took your bitch out to Pappadeaux's
She tried to order a sloppy joe
I told her give me some sloppy toppy
Then let her know she a sloppy ho
Tune pick me up in this brand new Bugatti
Two million cash, this is not a Ferrari
260 the dash, I smoke anybody
150K cash, it fit in my pocket
This is that D6, shout out to Drizzy in the 6
Mafia like it's the Three 6
Choppers make niggas do B-flips
Put the heat to your moon like an eclipse
Burn niggas like a freak bitch
Flip and turn you like a key switch
'Cause you bit the hand that I feed with
Yeah, only time will tell, nigga
I sat back and tried to tell niggas
If you try to test me, watch you fail, nigga
D-triple-6, I'm raisin' hell, nigga
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Death wish, death wish, death wish
I come to fulfill your death wish
First I must refill my beverage
That's promethazine, sold separate
That's from Texas, she's from who knows
I got new doors I ain't step in
I got new hoes I ain't hit yet
I ain't hit yet? Time is precious
I got pre-rolls I ain't lit yet
I got pre-thoughts I ain't think yet
I got money I ain't see yet
And they wan' know why I ain't blink yet
I got big bags in my book bag
Make me walk around like Hunchback
Diamonds so bright on my one hand
Gave all five fingers a sun-tan
Haters upset, that's a fun fact
I got pussy in my lunch bag
I got soap and I got towels
Bullet showers lead to bloodbaths
I got hoodies that say 'Young Money'
I got bitches that steal them from me
They go home and then they send pictures
To my phone with nothing under it
What am I to do? I'm lovin' it
I run a bad-ass bitches company
That's my company, my bitches humble me
I saw your bitches, that was comedy
I got the romedy, oops I meant remedy
I got the chemistry, and the amenities
Up in my bedroom, holding assembly
They leave feelin' good; physically, mentally
Meditate, meditate; think about yesterday
Fuck what that nigga say, think about yesterday
I can't do everyday, I could do very late
Just hit me up and now go check my resume
Get out that Chevrolet, jump in this better Wraith
I know you see the doors open like Heaven Gates
She think I'm Heaven sent, and I would not forgive every sin
But I forget everything
Thanks to the medicine, thanks to the purple stuff
I'm finna pour it up, I'm finna stir it up
If I had a heart it'd be a purple one
Pockets too fat, I'm pulling my girdle up
Shots of Bumbu, I'm finna serve 'em up
I got them comfy and kind and courteous
I put the old bodies in the new freezer
Brrrr, I never heard of her, six shit8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Post Bail Ballin[Verse 1]
Uh, hundred thousand on a small ass chain
Hundred thousand on a bottle champagne
Half a million for a watch with no diamonds
Brought cash to the jewelers, still had change
Ooh, sharks in the crib and in the backyard
Elevator in the house, never got stuck
I just looked in the mirror, got star struck
I just looked at your bitch and got eye-fucked
Who the fuck wanna race? Put your money up
All you see is license plates far in front of ya
I gave a bad bitch a taste of the good life
She licked her lips twice and told me that I'm yummier
Glass house on the block, five floors in it
Got a picture on the wall that cost more than it
You observing it, I'm absorbing it
Judge mad 'cause a nigga make more than him
Ignoring him, I know you can't ignore the rims
I'm going in 'til I'm pouring in more than M's
I'm courtin' swimsuit models that don't know who I am
And foreign twins, I tell 'em that I star in films
My warrant's clear as day like Doris is
When I ain't trippin' then my lawyers is
So what the charges is?
Put it on my tab, baller shit
I'm from the cell to the mall with this
[Chorus]
Now tell them motherfuckers I'm
I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin'
Go tell the warden I'm
I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin'
Go tell the warden I'm

[Post-Chorus]
Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley
And I'ma honk the horn, ridin' past the penitentiary
And I'ma drive slow, ridin' past the elementary
Then give it to my whoas, tell 'em "Don't even mention"

[Verse 2]
Uh, one time
For the hustlers and the young moms
My presidential said it's crunch time
Looking in my son's eyes
Only time I see a upside
I tell him he gon' be a tough guy
Never be a punchline
Tell him never wait in one line
Tell him not even a lunch line
Pray more than sometimes
When the cops come, you tongue-tied
Take dirt, make a mud pie
Lookin' out the window
In the coupe with a bimbo
Talking 'bout who she resemble
Bitch, you in a Enzo
Stop being so simple
Now fuck me like we in a limo
I ain't got time to kill, I got voids to fill
I got ocean views, I got water bills
I got cards to deal, I got hearts to steal
I got larger wheels on my automobile
I lost appeal
The bullshit cost me a mill
It brought me to tears
I came home and bought me a crib
I walk through that bitch
Strapped when it's dark in that bitch
And through hell and high water, I just walk on a bridge
I got a full cup of lean that I saw in the fridge
I started to swig
But end up drinking all of that shit
'Cause I deserve it, I be working hard for all of this shit
I step into a Rolls Royce when I walk out the pen
[Chorus]
My nigga, I'm, I'm post-bail ballin, post-bail ballin'
Go tell the warden I'm
I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin'
Go tell the warden I'm
I'm post-bail ballin'
Farewell warden, I'm post-bail ballin'
Go tell the warden I'm
Post-bail ballin'
Inmate Carter
Post-bail ballin'

[Post-Chorus]
Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley
And I'ma honk the horn ridin' past the penitentiary
And I'ma drive slow ridin' past the elementary
Then give it to my whoas, tell 'em "Don't even mention"
Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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My Dawg[Chorus: HoodyBaby]
That's my dawg for sure
That's my dawg
We pullin' up in the Rolls
Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg)
To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you hoes
To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you hoes

[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]
HoodyBaby really, really rich
HoodyBaby pull up with the clique (hello)
Hoody crippin' rollin' with the six
Now I'm in a 'Rari bumpin' Nip
Black and yellow bitches on my stick
Black and yellow, treat me like I'm Wiz
Hustle in Atlanta like I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
College bitch, tweakin' for my dick
Hit her college park like I'm Tit
I want turkey pasta with the shrimp
That ain't have shit to do with this
30 bitches tellin' me I'm the shit
Juice man, screamin' 32
Juice man, screamin' 32
O.J. know my number's 36
Diamonds crip walkin' on my chest
Sent a package right to Bouldercrest
I heard your boy sippin Quali, y'all some qualiticians
Yeah we politic, but fuck a politician
You be smokin' Bobby Brown, new edition
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Run off with your bitch, she change her number
Run into another bitch and fumble
Money talkin' more than Bryant Gumbel
Too much shit on my mind, I need a plumber
Made love to a whore and changed my number
Pull up on a boat like I'm Columbus
Tongue all in her throat, all in her tunnel
Pussy monster, I'ma need a muzzle
Wake up Sunday night and go to LIV
A bitch back at the crib tryna live
A pool in the back, I let her swim
I give her phone back and let her film
Free will like the goodwill
She real thick, waist real lil
Weed real bright, it look teal
Coke real white, it look clear
0 to 100 to a mill
From nothin' to somethin' to a big deal
Got to keep it trill in the field
I ain't Cash Money no more
And I put some carats on my bitch's wrist
Put some carats on my bitch's fist
Put some carats in my bitch's ears
I came fast money, let's go
And my heart goes out to Vegas, keep it real
I just met some strippers on the strip
Flew 'em to Miami, take a trip
Flew 'em back to Vegas with some gifts
That's just how it is, is, is
Ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga rich
I feel like satan, nigga lit
Dedication 6-6-6
G-Wagon on six wheels
They in they feelin's, fuck how niggas feel
Coke in the car, I'm in a snowmobile
I'm sippin' that Evander Holyseal
This is that codeine overkill
My mud colder than Soldier Field
In love, but all these hoes is weird
These hair triggers, I might grow a beard
Brazy, yeah, but you know the drill
I'm way up there, you right over here
Have you ever seen the light hit my grill?
I stand there and smile in the mirror
Snap my fingers, dollars appear
Out of nowhere and I don't do L's
And I married the mob when I was like twelve
Turned out well, like Tom and Giselle
Ain't readin' texts 'cause I'm readin' checks
I don't text 'cause that is finger sex
Then I'm turnin' off my ringer next
Airplane mode, no I'ma need a jet
I'm dope, babe, I need a needle set
Chains rock it, can't see the neck
Pockets crowded like the Beatles set
I drop it off and gave Ms. Cita that
Whip milky, I'ma sip filthy
I sip this shit just like it's healthy
Who spilt it, wait my bitch guilty?
Uber, Uber; she'll be missed dearly
Sincerely, yeah it's yours truly
Call me Tune, the hoes call me Tunechi
Rockin' Louis while the pot brewin'
With a Chinese bitch that look like thot suey
Told the straight hoes I'm taken
Told the gay hoes I'm vacant
Took some diamonds out her old bracelet
Put 'em on the quotes in my statements
I'm a born slanger, a born slanger
One more time, I'm a born slanger
Draco like a volcano
You can fuck around and get your star spangled
Barbaric, yeah your bitch starin'
I look very good, good very
It ain't all about the werewolf
It's all about what the wolf wearin'
You a popped cherry, yeah a Cherry Bomb
We everywhere like the Marriott
Shots sprayed like Malaria
Hit your head like a Triceratops
For my dawg, I'll kill you and your ho
Yeah, me and my dawg, we put another on the road
Hold up my female dawg, she 'bout to put on a show
But to get my dawg back, I'd give up all of these hoes1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Back from the 80's[Verse]
I keep the blammer in the drawer with the pajamas
I keep the ammo in the bananas
I keep the standards high as the Canyon
I treat the Grammy's like some medallions
I treat the randoms like some companions
I treat the weed like some azaleas
I got more value than I got failure
I got more flings than I got flair
I don't dream if I do not have nothing to wear
You see what I mean, and that's why you stare
I know you believe, I know you beware
I know she a fiend, and this an affair
If momma a queen, and poppa a bear
You run out of steam, you run out of stairs
I run in Supreme and get something rare
She run to the team, and now she a player
We live on the edge, we die in the air
We sick in the head, but pockets is well
We tiptoe on eggs, we out of our shell
Our vision is red, the eyes are as well
We can't pay attention, we got to pay bills
It doesn't make sense if it's not making mills
We do not take pictures, we're not taking L's
If y'all love to listen, then I hate to tell
If y'all scared to visit, then I take it there
If heaven is real, then y'all fake as hell
Cut off your heels and bounce on your tail
I'm on a mission, survival is real
Man, fuck how I fix it, admire the repairs
I'm talking six but my mind is on twelve
Poppin' prescriptions on top of the hill
Even the devil advised me to chill
I told that nigga, stay out of my hair
She just want to fuck in the throne
Shit get too deep and they dug up your bones
I'm sippin' that Sleep and I'm smoking that Gone
When you reach your peak, we gon' cut off your arms
She sniffin' that King and she mix it with Kong
Her clit got a ring, and my dick got a horn
This is what I call a risk and reward
We cutting it close, give the ninja the sword
Fuck what they think, man these niggas don't know us
This shit is sick and it get in your pores
And then you a corpse, and then it's the morgue
Me, I'ma hustle until it's the Forbes
I swore, it was no more than a chore
The house by the water, condo by the shore
I'm sure, I'm all about that manure
Cooler than leather and hot as velour
I'm not the one, when it is war
I'm on the front until combat is done
And I got your tongue, stomp on it once
Then smile at your young, they see I'm having fun
Shit don't get brazy 'til I say go brazy
Run up on your haven and pop at your nasal
Your baby gon' take me straight down to the basement
Gun to the head, she get down to the basics
No dramatization, we popping these gauges
Even the neighbors gon' feel the vibrations
Behind desperation, it's just in our nature
So cold-hearted, perspiration turn to glaciers
Ovations, better be loud and bodacious
And then I'ma take me a bow and be gracious
Wipe the gun off with my towel
Throw it in the crowd and then take a pow at the spacious
I'm out of my mazes, I'm out of my cages
I'm out of the labels, I'm kind of escapist
I profit, I praise it, I spend it, I save it
I buy me a nation, you renting on Avis
I'm in it, I sit it, I did it, you said it
You killing, you playing, I'm friendly, I'm faded
I get way too high to get through the hiatus
You look in my eyes and my pupils dilated
I'm true to my ratings, I'm glued to my statements
I just want to dive in the pool of my payments
I'm in and outrageous, I'm rippin' out pages
You runnin' your mouth, seein' how quick you can chase it
And then you rephrase it, we stick to invasions
The stick is malicious, equipped with a laser
The temperature blazin', the tension is raisin'
You smell the dead once, gotta live with the fragrance
Sickness is real, the meds is too tasty
Death is related, happy we made it
Keeping it dirty like Sanford and Grady
The Young Mula Baby, I'm back from the 80s
Dedication, sick, shit
[Outro]
My favorite movie quote is "You got 14 bricks in that bag right there?" That's my favorite movie quote. That was Cam talking to, uh you know Mitch and all them, that was uh, damn I always forget the name of the movie and it's my fucking favorite quote but it ain't my favorite movie, but like that's my favorite movie quote. My favorite movie, if you wanted to know, if I ever said it, I never said it, it's Sixth Sense, so don't ask me why, I see dead people, you know what I mean, so I got the fuck away from them dead bitches4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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10,000 Bars[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Go
Weezy Wee, bitch
S-Q-A-D Siddeven, holla at us, underground
Muhfucka, what you know bout Weezy huh? Holla at me dawg
I got it, it's right here, listen

[Verse 1]
Holla
I'm off the rocks squat the box don't rock the spot
The Sqad pop 'em I'ma fuck with the hottest
Diamonds droppin’ temperature, bitch I'm one of the finest
And to be honest, I got all these hoes stocked up like sinus, now who you fuckin'?
Ice shining colorful, like a sack of fruit or something
With no heart for bitches like ??? or something
I be the true to nothing thorough nigga, young, raw, and famous
Get money 'til I'm dead or 'til the day of my arraigning
Spittin' game through the platinum smile
You can see the fuck I be saying from half a mile
How I hop out of the colossal Tahoe filled up with models
Poppin' bottles with pussy poppers that gobble until they swallow
See I'm a pimp Playboy when it come to these hoes
Cause all I give is cum to these hoes and run from these hoes
I comfortably roll in the latest sleepy eye Mercedes
Heat up for the haters speed up for the ladies
Miss, so watch your back, and watch your mouth cat
Weezy shit, this our click
You 'bout that? I send my Sqad to where your house at
All of a sudden niggas gs, why the fuck is you trippin'?
I cock and shoot up one of your knees, why the fuck is you trippin'?
You listening? I'm official pimpin'
Be lowkey dippin', Range Ro' be twistin' on blades
I'm O. J. Simpson, pretty limpin'
Big fucking cannon, holding me back
With some shit from off the Discovery Channel on my back
My niggas drowned in smoke, underground, pound daily
My hoes like Nelly cause they go "Down, down baby"
I used to dog chickens, cluck 'em, fuck 'em, and duck 'em
But now I'm more mature, I fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and fuck 'em
Stuck inside of the game for damn near two decades
And I'ma make you see the insides like a x-ray
Aww fuck...
Huh? Drunk off Cris', mami on e
Weezy on e, mami cummin' on me
The diamond long links sparkle, tough in the light
You do a lil' something tonight, I buy you something with ice
And I ain't stunting a price, shawty I can afford it
I been had dough before I was recorded
Started to order you a Mercedes C 240
But I thought it would be more nice for you in a Ferrari, peep me
[Interlude]
It's whatever, holla
I ain't stopping, I ain't stopping
Check it, check it

[Verse 2]
Muhfucka bet' not fuck with this nigga
I'm itching, clutching the trigger
Muhfucka you can end up in a river, shit
I'm like a tornado I’m twisted off of shit
And my pistols off my hip but I give a shit about who I hit, fuck
I'm fucked up, I'll fuck you up for fucking up
Guns up like "What's up?", get your fucking guts cut
Tough luck bruh
Wonder why your bitch act stuck up?
Cause the slut got Weezy nuts stuck up in her fucking butt
Yung mack flip crack quicker than acrobats, get at me man
Look call me Wayne a. k. a. Big Daddy Kane
Nigga can't tell me nothing 'bout the game
Been in that deep shit, every year I'm M. V. P
It's just in me
Rims on the 'Lac like 22 inches
Play with me, I open up your back like 22 inches
Guerrilla pimpin'
And it really isn't wise for niggas to start poppin'
At any given time them niggas could start droppin', peep it
I'm off the strip muhfucka what you want?
This a freestyle coming from off the top out the trunk
Niggas be like Mase and go to Church
But I go to the trunk and then I go to your shirt
Holla at me, I'm the don bitch
Look we can get it on bitch
Gotta get another rap to flow on bitch...
Hold up, aight, aight, aight
Listen, playa, all I do is get bread, I'ma head to them cowards
And if they ever try me, I'll bring y'all the head of them cowards
This big spending, see the heads on them dollars
It's big pimpin', you see your bitch lipstick red on my boxers
Choppers pop at any time for any given reason
Leave 'em not breathing under cement for one disagreement
Freedom, we ride on them bitches, rollin' through sittin' high on them inches
My mission's to make sure Squad get expensive
And if anyone of you niggas better get defensive, your care will get intensive
Shot put humps on top of your head like Bart Simpson
I spark instant, now who want it? I'll light your set
Cause I'm all about money cocksucker, my life a check
I'm spectacular, I let the Tec tackle ya
I spit 16 after ya like I rap with y
Put your chest in the back of ya
You would think a truck hit 'em, it's Weezy, don't fuck with him
Better lock me up or get me to the graveyard quick
Come and get me I spray, spark, spit, it's straight war bitch
Niggas is hoes, like they take long dick
I wave chrome shit at home, shit, make domes split
And may I say these fake niggas on some Ray Charles shit, blind to the fact
9 to ya cap, blat, put your mind in your lap
I ride with the gat for hard times, crimes, and rats
It’s rhymes of the crack, my Sqad, I'll die for that
I climb in the 'Lac, drunk off 190 ?
Don't try me cat, I take this shit beyond the rap
And this Ecstasy is why my eyes are black
Don't like baby moms but the X make her thighs look fat
But fuck the bullshit I grind for scratch, I scrape and scruff, bake and cut
You hatin' us? We tape you up
I spin ya corner make you duck from blazin’ bucks
Bandanas, braids, and cuts, I'm gangsta'd up
Muhfucka
[Interlude]
Oh, oh shit, oh shit
What they want?
I dont think they want Weezy. Do you think they want Weezy?
Check it, check it

[Verse 3]
Lil' nigga pass slow in a S 430, ya ho be like "That's so purty"
Fuck with me I'll show your chest no mercy
Sqad get so dirty, but still we do it clean
Bring action to these fake ass niggas like movie scenes
I pop so much X man I feel like Wolverine
Wake up in the morning, lips burning, can't move my spleen
See this lil' dude is mean, strapped up with tools and things
I'll get you different drugs mixed up like Smoothie King
The heavy platinum jewelry bling over the white tee
Watch your wifey, she's mostly likely to blow me pipey
I'm so exciting
Money, murder, steal, kill, rape
You should do like the Internet and start to Bill Gates
This whole world gon' end up with some bad fucking tumors, listening to these Cash Money rumors
I'll blast, bust, and shoot you, hit your block without the mask, fucking screw you
Treat you like a bitch, bitch look at me while I do you


[Interlude]
Ok, ok, homie, ok
Peep it out, Squiddad
Let me catch my breath, let the Danger track roll
And let me holla at you, now let me holla at you, check it out
S-Q-A-D

[Verse 4]
Don't fool with any niggas like me
We pull triggers like weeds
Swigger off the Piña Colada
Dreams of having cream and the power
You need a problem? I'm the meanest to start with
And got grams the size of the head of Gina on Martin
For any discomfort the Ninas is sparking
Be in your apartment, many assault men and semi-revolvers
Keep it clean, I'm a young Sqad street teen, only into green
If you intervene I'll leave your ass colder than Winter
And y'all just look like bitches
You get fucked then I nut up
And just like bitches, I leave you face down and butt up
Nigga what up? I just bought a record to say fuck Hip-Hop
I spit it for them niggas who grip Glocks
Dip cops, flip rocks, and when the bricks drop
We fix blocks, suddenly watch the income
Fuck with me, watch the outcome
Niggas don't wanna hear the Glock rung

[Interlude]
That's that real shit, that's-
K, ok, ok
Yea, holla at me, holla at me
This for all these niggas, you know me
Listen, let me tell you who the Sqiddad 7 is, bring it
It's Weezy Wee, Lil' Jay, Lil' Tez, Lil' Fee Fee, Lil' Yo, Lil' Sammie, T-Redd
Holla at us, holla at us, holla at us
Can't forget Bidd-Ugg-G, don't forget it
Check it, check it

[Verse 5]
Playboy I pimp huge
See the whip cruise on big shoes
Slide out the shit, cool, frostbit jewels like igloos
See Weezy gets loot, that be why your bitch choose
But dude, I ain't got nothing for her but some dick juice
I stick tools in the pocket of the S. Q. leather
They gon' have to rescue this fella if he stress my pleasure
I tells you once, I'm the don, you can trust my word
I say with a Herpes dick, nigga fuck the world
I be with niggas that could get me years
I be with hoes and bitches that favor Britney Spears
Listen here, you see the Sqad Minked up, Platinum S. Q. linked up
With a freak that drink nut ‘til my dick shrink up
You think it's soft? Let the thing bust 'til I'm seeing pink guts
Niggas watch them pigs come, they trying to sink us
You know who I be, Weezy Wee muhfucka
I ain't gon' stop the flow until the end
K we got a new game, I'm running, punting, I ain't passing the ball
You other niggas just be crashing the boards
With a team full of great players, but I'm a veteran, all-star
And let's be real man, I'm better than all y'all
I'm the truth, I'm the reason, I'm the meaning, I'm the shit
I'm the alleged convict in any Sqad incident
Last name Carter like Vince and shit
But I don't slam balls and goals, my life's money, cars, and hoes
Cadillac white walls and 'Bauds, pimpin' partna
Plus I can get more work out than a fitness doctor
Let's get this partna, I'm the young don these niggas honor
And those of you who ain't cheap can't buy a vowel
It's cause the child's mom will eat me up like Jeffery Dahmer
Libel to find my condom inside of dry vagina
I'm kinda calm, drama goes with my persona
A minor with intentions to harm ya, holla

[Interlude]
Ok, ok
Switch it up right here, switch it up, switch it up
Listen, listen, take this money, make this money, get this money
Puff holla at me

[Verse 6]
Homeboy it's Sqad shit
It's gon' be Sqad shit, swallow it
He who disrespect, hollows follow him
Flash the pistol, watch 'em stop and pose like they modeling
Blast 'em, watch em stop, drop, and roll like they firemen
Seriously man, I got enough money to buy ya men
Turn 'em against you and make 'em kill ya mom and them, don't fuck with me
Buck 50 on the dash of the box but that's only approximately cause it really do like two ?, blue fire
Wrist looking like blue fire
Piña Colada got me spiked like barb wire, Weezy Wee, Sqad rider
Holla at me, you know you know me
Got out the streets and start hustlin', there's still some fiends who owe me
Blow me some dro, nah I ain't smoking I stopped that
My niggas still get puffed out, I catch the contact
I'm kinda fucked up, fuck with me and I ain't gonna leave you kinda fucked up
I leave you fucked up, believe this stuff bruh, it's Sqad shit, bitch

[Interlude]
Oh shit, I ain't finished
Oh shit, I ain't finished
I ain't finished Duke
Check it, listen

[Verse 7]
I come up from a shit deep town, where you hear sounds like "Click", "Squeak", "Pow"
Get down or you dying, niggas tote iron
Got that coke flying like birds, not the ones with feathers, I'm talkin' weight like birds
And you might get served if it’s proper enough
Or find your nerves on the curb if you a cop or something
A baller blocker or something, I'll send your noggin a hundred
Have the whole block sprinting, dashing, jogging, and running
Type of life I live, Gotti would love it
Sqad property buddy, some young niggas with a mafia budget
Can't nobody put nobody above it
And if they do, they find they body with your body above it
Fuck it, let's take it public, nah leave it the gutter
Fuck it, let's go and dump 'em, nah leave 'em in the gutter
Hustler, keep it thuggin', why the fuck you niggas buggin'?
The hot 9 slug it, dug inside of your fucking jucket (jacket)
Call me Weezy you bitch

[Interlude]
Ok, ok
The d. j. just informed me that I got 20 more minutes to rap
How the fuck I'ma do that?
Holla at me, if you feel me holla at me
Sqad, I gotta talk to make some of the raps look more long, you know, holla at me
I'm a real nigga, you know, you know me
D. J. Riddaj Smoove
'Bout to blow your head smoove off, cool off, dude you soft
You know me, let's go
Is y'all ready? Check it out, check it out

[Verse 8]
Listen, I keep the pistol hidden in the big pockets, hear shit cockin'
Better get flocking or get gotten
Dawg I speak with the gun, nigga's holla in the street like "What's up?"
I tell 'em "Chika buck buck chika, get the fuck"
The droughts come bring the pots out, let's do what we do
You fuck with me I send more shots out than D. J. Clue
Now who seeing me? Not a person
Got a personal grudge with these commercial thugs
No studio with me, true
I shine hard and I be flossin' very sweet
But I'm like Iverson dawg, I be ballin' but very street
Keep my name out your yapper, or you gon' have to try to keep my flame out your cappa
I ride around with like two bodies framed on the clapper
The tool cocked for he, do pop for beef, move out for chiefs
Supply two blocks a piece two blocks a piece
My crew watch for cheese and I do stock my cheese

[Interlude]
Dude, dude, who you know fucking with me man?
Check it, check it


[Verse 9]
What up world? This here your people Weezy, holla at the don
Real nigga dude, I promise that to God
When I swallow half the Dom I go loco, stressed, hoping I'm not cursed
Walk around with TECs poking out my shirt
Niggas show off for them hoes, try play hard, with they chest poking out they shirt
Try me and I send shots, leave they chest poking out they shirt
Yes, expect the worst when you fuck with the Squad right
Pull you out your car at a stoplight
Catch you in the waist, make you my height
This shit's not nice, I'll have you chopped twice for a hot price
Or I can take off my ice and hit your block and stop life
Can you see that?
Properly under my seat is where the heat at
Directly in your head is where the bullets meet at
I be that cat who make sure my Sqad ball gracious, 'til the Lord take us
We gon' all get paper, just stay faithful
Cross the gate bitch and we rape you
Ain't nothing sugar nigga we all salt
Fuck y'all and that's y'all fault

[Interlude]
Holla at us
Man this Sqad shit is real, real biddig
Ooo shit
I ain’t - oh, oh, oh
Check it, check it, check it
Follow me
Listen

[Verse 10]
Homie I speak for the streets, scream for the ghetto, and holla for my folk
Die for my Sqad, kill for my dough
My attitude is fuck bitches, fuck haters, fuck cops
My real father is a ho, my attitude is fuck pops
I'm living it up in a nice home, riding in trucks, tough drops
And I'm a young nigga, I don't even know how to do the bus stop
But I got my money right
When I hit the club, make it a sunny night
See the fake flossers, bum ballers, is a funny sight
Watching dudes front for these hoes in they Chevy right?
Pull up next to 'em in a 500 bumpin' Betty Wright
Keep my shit spaghetti tight
Playboy put the hood on that
We buy sports cars and put the fuckin' hood on that
My bank got too hot to sit on so I stood on that
Any place, you be careful cause I could own that
Moët and E, I'm good on that
Your bitch looking at me, I should bone that
Y'all niggas know where the fucking don at, holla

[Interlude]
Holla at me, Weezy Wee, holla at me, Weezy Wee
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it, check it, check it

[Verse 11]
S-Q-A-D S-H-I-T, that's what I represent 'til I die
Muhfucka bust one in your eye
Flip pies, I used to do that shit in like '95
But I'ma switch it up to '99, 2000, 2001
I ride cars that's 2000 and fun
You know the motherfucking whip be cruising on shit, 22's
And hoes be losing they mind, boy

[Interlude]
It's about to come, it's about to come
What y'all want? What y'all want?
Check it, check it
Fee Fee Favorite

[Verse 12]
Flippin' in a whippa
Peel the top back like a zipper
Skippin' on them chrome dip slippers
Rippin' on the lips of a stripper
If that's your bitch mister don't kiss her
If so you might as well kiss a pistol
Cause all I do is shoot off in her whistler
She finna get my name on her shitter
And I ain't even hit her
My nigga Fat did her, and slid her to the rest of the Squidda
Forget her, another bitch just paged in
Weezy blazing, come through in something amazing
I ball so good I need a sports agent
Look at me and squint your eyes like Asains, what's wrong?
My jewelry's like a white boy, always stoned
I got a big home but I'm always gone
That's why your bath towels is always gone
Hoes I meet nowadays panties always gone
And baby after I fuck I'm always gone

[Interlude]
I mean I got a wife at home, you know me, holla, ha, holla
Bitch I can't love you
Holla, hahaha
Listen

[Verse 13]
Homie I go hard, push a whip with no hair on its head
So all I'm feeling is air on my head
With some ho that you might know, she sucking all the air out my head
Meet you close to knock you square out your head
Sip the Cris’ to clear out my head and try to get my loot up
In Cuba with a translator ?? coke newer
Plus the prices is cooler
I come back through the hood with that dirty
And tell 'em I'm like Tiger Woods, all I got is birdies
Got bitches in they 30s calling Weezy poppa
But Weezy not daddy bitch, cause Weezy in and out ya
Weezy never spouse ya, Weezy give shit about ya
And Weezy don't Master Suite, Weezy living room couch ya
How about you be a good bitch, and take these pies I just cooked up
And tape 'em to the pelvis, arm or your thighs
I gets high 'til I can't focus
But a main focus to remain focused, they ain't focused, muhfucka

[Interlude]
Holla, shit, holla, oh shit, oh shit
Boy, boy, boy
Ok

[Verse 14]
I spit it for them niggas who run the corner, palm the revolver with honor
Any beefs involving homie, your momma
Homie we swarm out the Eddie Bauer, thoughts to devour
Spark and shower, we get more stupid than Austin Powers
Smell the aroma of marijuana, Coronas when upon us
We do just what the neighborhood have shown us
We murder opponents and don't think about it, forget about it
Niggas won't do shit about it
Wave the pistol, get the bitch up out 'em
I'm off the hinges, chicks on my dick, proper than Cindy Crawford
Any problems I pop the chopper and knock the appendix out him
Hit the block with bricks of powder
What you know 'bout doing that?
And splitting a key with flour, making it two in fact
Dawg I'm all street, if you want Hip-Hop, here's what I give you instead
I'll make you hip out when them fuckin' bullets dig in your leg
Positive niggas talking spooky, y'all ain't scaring nobody
Y'all love Mos Def, I love fucking John Gotti, holla

[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aight
Listen

[Verse 15]
I wish that there was no taxes, no cases, no police, and no racists
No rapists, wish they had a 700 Mercedes
Wish my Sqad live happy
I wish my kids grow stronger than me
I wish my momma live longer than me
I wish the cops stay off the corner this week
I wish the gutta, ghetto neighborhood hunger would cease
I wish them niggas who ain't got shit would stop hating on niggas who got shit
And you know I wish for Pun, Biggie, and Pac shit
I wish that I could get high but when I'm high I wish I wouldn't get high
Sometimes I wish I wasn't alive
I wish for Heaven gates to enter
Wish for Lakers' tickets at the Staples Center
My seats, floor me
Wish Chris Childs wouldn't of hit Kobe
When I see Lauren, I wish I knew why my heart burns
Wish 22 inch rims wouldn't rub on sharp turns
I wish these hoes stop lying
I wish these niggas stop lying
Wish dope heads stop using, as if they not dying

[Interlude]
Fuck it. That's just some shit I wish for, fuck it
Aight. That what you want?
Aight, listen, listen

[Verse 16]
I wish I ain't have to go on tour to sell records
I wish I ain't have to sell records
Fuck, I wish I ain't have a jail record
Wish every bitch gave head
I wish I could've saved Dad
I wish I make money 'til I'm a dead man
I wish my chain wasn't heavy around my neck
Wish hoes wouldn't suck dick and try to kiss down my neck
Wish I ain't have to get locked up for slapping her to the ground for that
Bitch I wish you wouldn't wanna be down for that
I wish there wasn’t no droughts
I wish there wasn’t no fucking coke ??
I wish Shyne, Suge, and fuckin’ – oh shit

[Interlude]
Don’t stop it though
Shit, boy
Fuckin’ D. J. Raj Smoove haha
Listen

[Verse 17]
Nigga respect Weezy
I leave everyone of you bustas to suffer
Fuck with me I’ll touch any fucker you got love for
The Sqad’s a motha – shut your dicksuckers
Kick up the ruckus, find your mother stuffed in nature

[Interlude]
Oh I can’t do that one
Ok, ok
What you know about Weezy dawg?
What the fuck y’all know about Weezy?
Holla at me, holla at me, holla at me
Let’s switch it up
Holla at me, Weezy is the muhfuckin’ don
Don’t get it tangled or twisted
Your head will get splitted
Tell the whole world that I did it
You bullshitted
We don’t front; is Sqad shit exactly what you want?
We bring it to your head and your -
Boy, boy, check it

[Verse 18]
Nigga we peel guns, and homie we fear none
Intentions to kill some, from bitches to children
For real we will come inside of your buildings
With Glocks and M-1s, and pop and then some
Let them 4s blaze
My niggas blows haze
Guzzled Belvedere ever since we heard Jay
Be dying the worst way
Who want it? Your bitch, you
Sqad is the official shit
Pistols spit behind little shit
I get a bad bitch who lick
And keep her posted up on the low
She never cook pork but only cook coke
Die for respect and hope, look beyond I’m a celebrity
Hold minds for ransom, head sold separately
I’m a ape dawg
Trapped in the jungle, can’t escape dawg
But I bet you be the last man standing like a 8-ball
And I ain’t worrying ‘bout ballin’ no more, I’m past that stage
18 years old, I got cash that age

[Interlude]
Who fuckin’ with me?
I’m 18 years old and I got cash that age, muhfucka
Shit, ok, ok, listen
This how we gon’ do it
S-Q-A-D-S-H-I-T
Ok, yeah, yeah, hahaha
I like that, I like that
Lay low muhfucka

[Verse 19]
I can’t live forever
And so forever I’ll forever be thuggin’
And if there’s ever any trouble then the metals be bustin’
I swear to God, let ‘em be fuckin’ with me and see something
My Sqad ride, I bet we be up on the street to heat somethin’
We peace nothing cousin, this here is war and we battle
Big guns with deep barrels, bullets leap and leap at you nigga
Bricks go for 10 gs on street value
Patience is fragile, niggas be glad to come smash you
The S Class is casual for the summer
Let me re-deal, I bring out the 64 on three wheels

[Interlude]
Holla at me dawg, holla at me, holla at me
Nigga we gon’ be here for a long time
‘Cause we done been here for a long time
Now who want it – some problems?
Uhh, uhh, oh shit
I ain’t finished
Check it, check it
I’ma free’ ‘til the bars’ gone, free’ ‘til the bars’ gone
Holla at me

[Verse 20]
Ready for the track to switch up
Bitch play with me I’ll smack your bitch up
Bitch suck my dick up
‘Til she get the hiccups
*Hiccups*, excuse you ho
Now I got to lose you ho
You know how Sqad dos you ho
Move you through the shit smooth and slow
Now you gotta do the whole clique
You know how to fuckin’ go, suck the whole dick
Catch the whole nut until you never don’t spit
This some freestyle shit until the track gone
Bitch I’ll fuck you ‘til your back gone
I shoot the gun ‘til the Mac gone
Rap on

[Interlude]
Oh, I’ma rap on
Oh, I’ma rap on
Oh, we gon’ take it back to the streets with this one

[Verse 21]
17th Ward nigga
My balls thicker, scars and hard liquor
Revolve quicker if I’m involved in war nigga
Fuck the laws and fuck peace
We all live raw
And we duck them boys and run streets
This shit won’t cease
You got a problem when you fuckin’ with Weezy the don nukka
‘Cause this shit that I palm in my arm is going blucka
And I’m young but a wise nigga
But in the meanwhile I’m wild going at it
Fuck it, tryna join my daddy
Automatic weapons, pow
You can call the paramedics now
And if any test the child he stepping on deadly grounds
I’m repping Hollygrove to my fucking grave woa’
And chase dough, slave hoes, and keep my head low
We can’t let the feds know nothing
We keep it quiet as kept
If someone frontin’ you find him dest

[Interlude]
I’m sorry
What the fuck is “find him dest”?
I meant, “If someone frontin’ you find his death”
Death
7, S. Q
Holla at us, check it

[Verse 22]
Pistols burning
Pop the barrel, turning
It got the faggots squirming
We closing any open shop we ain’t concerned in
Coke the size of Sherman Klump we flipped and doubled
And dropped the whip on dubs and dipped in Bubble
Get a bad bitch to hustle and move product
And split them niggas quick as fuck if them dudes try her
Not behind the ho, but only behind the dough
And behind the dough I kill whoever stand behind the door
You ain’t tryna go that route with the Sqad, it’s rough, I promise
We kidnap your mommas and sit our johnsons on her tonsils
We reside inside the S. Q. bombers
And we leave families emotional like Carl Thomas
So stay from ‘round us
And to be honest, ain’t nothing for me to do away with you
I be the same nigga that blow a Tre with you
Then let a K hit you
Fuck you nigga, I ain’t got no love for none of y’all
Make you my underdog, put you under dawg

[Interlude]
Under dawg, holla
This shit we doing is under dawg
Man, listen

[Verse 23]
Bitch I’m explosive
All this niggas know this
Weezy, I’m your woadie
Holla, guns is toted
Never fucking loaded
But I keep more E
You know how I do it bitch, I do it for me
I do it for the streets, I do it for my peeps
I do it for Sqad
I do it ‘cause I ride
I do it ‘til I die
I never gets high
I’m always on my toes
I never fuck bitches, I never fuck hoes
But I only gets my dick sucked
That’s because I got a real bitch that’s on my siddide
Down with the Squiddad

[Interlude]
Oh, oh that my nigga Six Shot
Yeah, bout to run it
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Check it, check it
Listen

[Verse 24]
I do just what I motherfuckin’ want
I never live with regrets
I speak from the shit that bleed on the left side of my chest
Take heed to the shit that gleam on the left side of my waist
Or take three to the left side of your face
A multiplatinum artist still riding with TECs and 3-8s
A hustler, you can see the crack residue left on them plates
They fucking with me, I’m predicting death on them snakes
I ride in a frenzy
Ride in a Benzy
Fuck it, tryna fire my enemies
Fire a sack, recline back, and feel me
I spit that filthy shit
That gutta, guilty until proven guilty shit, get back at me
Let’s just spit rapidly at chests, you better fucking halt
Or the Glocks with the thunderbolts make you do somersaults

[Interlude]
Holla at me mothafucke, holla at me
Holla at me muhfucka, holla at me
Holla at me muhfucka, holla at me
That’s my nigga, yeah
Listen, listen

[Verse 25]
This is for the Sqad I sip Moët with
This is for the Sqad that I pop X with
This is for the Sqad I be in the house of blues with
This is for my Sqad that I usually fools with
This is for Lil’ Jay, this is for Lil’ Yo
This is for Lil’ T-Redd, this is for Fee-Fee though
This is for my nigga Sam, all call him Supa
This is for my nigga Tez, stupid ass nigga

[Interlude]
Haha holla, holla
I was feeling that one, that was real nice
Was real nice
Ok, ok
Listen

[Verse 26]
We carry automatic machine objects in jean pockets
And clocks with beams cocked and fuck with me - seeing doctors
The Sqad be in monster trucks with screens and bobbers
Passing green and brown chocolate like John Stockton
Who stopping these lil’ niggas? Nobody, it’s impossible
Find me in a Benz – aqua blue
Rims colossal dude
And right under the seat’s a Glock or two
Don’t make me pop at you
And got two Hawaiian tropical bitches that will swallow you
People ask me “Weezy, why you do it so big?”
I pop my collar, drop the roof off the 6, then shoot up the bridge
Listen, I’ve had loot since a kid
I ain’t just start having dough
As a matter of fact, I started having dough
I’ma be fancy, send some warnings at folks
Be very cautious or them Glock 4s get pointed at throats
I bet he choke

[Interlude]
What you don’t know?
It’s Weezy the Squiddon squiddy
Get with it
Holla at us
Oh shit, holla at me
Ya, ya, ya
What these niggas know about that nigga Weezy?
What these niggas know about that nigga Weezy?
Fat, I got us
Is you ready?
What these niggas know about that nigga Weezy?
Not a muhfuckin’ thing
They don’t know that I got a muhfucking thing right up inside my pants and I’m ready to make a bitch dance
Holla at me listen

[Verse 27]
Nigga fuck with me, get washed away
Glocks and revolvers spray
Cats get they corners blazed
Blast with enormous Ks
Understand Weezy be the don and ain’t no fading him
Play with him, shots turn him dome into a stadium
Beef with me and my gun immediately bust repeatedly
Unleash this pop one in your bitch Victoria Secre-
‘Atures creepin’ without the lights on
Doo rag, G Nikes on
Hope the choir sing your ass a nice song
Niggas ain’t tryna collide with the Squiddad
It is not wise
I’m robbing your block with Glock 9s
Pull out, cock, pop moms
Drop bombs
You niggas ?????????
Sqad bitch, ain’t no replacing me
Come to take shit
We be on some money make shit
Simply basic, you hate I put more designs in your head than Anthony Mason
Have you parents in the front emergency room pacing
Crying an waiting for the doctor to come out and say
“Miss your motherfuckin’ son didn’t make it”, holla
*Moans* all y’all better know no disrespecting Weez’
Come to your fucking street and kill families
Holla at this muhfuckin’ nigga
You know me
And ask your bitch, she blow me
You know I’m in love with Kobe
And Hovi

[Interlude]
Ok, ok
What they want?
Check it, check it

[Verse 28]
Nigga it’s pistol play regardless of the matter
I’m a heartless lil’ bastard
Since Rabbit died my life’s been darkened and shattered
Fuck all of you faggots
Regulator, warrior, bandit, gun busta
Spit the cannon make you fall to the canvas muhfucka
It’s Lil’ Weezy in the flesh nigga, Hollygrove candidate
Running with The Sqad scavengers, we on some family shit
Niggas ain’t understanding it but they will in a minute
Or my K peel in a minute, make your head drill to your tennis
I’ma stay trill for the spinach
Tremendous when I’m on that green shit
Menace when I’m on that green shit for that green shit
I’ma a soldier, some Army, Navy, Marine shit
My appearance is ? shit, but I got Korean chips
Fuck with me I blast you idiots
Let the Mac and Semis spit like Pakistinians muhfucka

[Interlude]
Muhfucka, ok, it’s real time
It’s real time
I know what song next
I fuckin’ know what song next
Check it, check it
"Nigga I crash parties crash-"
Oh I ain’t know that was next
I ain’t know that was next
I really didn’t know that was next
Sorry. I’ma freestyle to it

[Verse 29]
Ok ain’t no nigga like this nigga Weezy
Ain’t no clique like the Sqiddy Sqeezy
You know how we do it, we dos it easy but we gets loot
And if a muhfucka fuck with us we shoot
We do the things, we do it big, we ride big
And if a muhfucka fuck with us he die quick
I make your momma and your child spit up blood
I make shit come up to your thighs
This the Squad
I don’t fuck with niggas
I only fuck with six niggas
I only fuck with rich niggas
I only fuck with C. M. B. dawg
And they only fuck with Weezy Wee dawg
I’ma freestlyle ‘til the beat’s gone
I’ma freestyle ‘til the cheese gone
I’ma do this shit ‘til I’m gone
And I’ma rhyme on, muhfucka
Here’s my dick, you can climb on

[Interlude]
Fuck, holla at me, holla at me
Full of that Mo’
Now I’m full of that dro
Yeah, yeah; what’s next Smoove?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, shit, shit, oh, oh, oh, shit, shit
Check me, check me
Listen

[Verse 30]
I’m a outlaw
I’m quick on the draw
I’m from the motherfucking graveland 17th Ward
I go hard, these niggas can’t play with me
I got a whole bunch of guns, you can’t spray with me
I spit this shit like a K spit rapidly
I make your fucking family live unhappily
Who the fuck wan’ fuck with Weezy?
They know what I’m fucking ‘bout
They know I run up in they house, gun up in they mouth
I keep it ‘bout it, ‘bout it, not like No Limit
But this fucking shit I roll with ain’t got no gimmicks
This Sqad shit ‘til the motherfucking end you bitch
And I’ll kill your motherfucking best friend you bitch
I put the -
Oh shit, I ain’t ‘bout to finish spittin’
I ain’t ‘bout to finish ripping it up
I’m about to giving it up to my nigga motherfu -
Oh, oh, we living it up
We doing it real fucking big
We will kill fucking kids
If you ever fuck around with these mill’ fucking ‘ions

[Interlude]
You get it? Mill’ fuckin’ ‘ions
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
What they know about me? Listen
Got some shit coming
Y’all niggas, if you listening to this, sit down and prepare
‘Cause here it come, ok
Let’s do it
Oh shit, oh shit
What you know about that nigga Lil’ Weezy?
Oh shit, oh shit
What you know about me?
Listen

[Verse 31]
Nigga I crash parties, crash shorties, crash Bacardis, crash Ferraris
Crash authorities, crash sororities, crash quarter kis
Infected with a raw disease, call it H. I. V
That stands for Hoes, Incoming Violence
That’s what I die with
I pop shit, don’t fuck with Sqad shit
We on some mob shit
Some lil’ niggas who seem harmless, but nah bitch
Glocks spit behind anything
Bitch lick anything
‘Cause I got plenty change like Bill Gates’ piggy bank
Got a young pretty thing sitting beside me in the whip
With Limo tints to hide me in the whip
Told mami you can keep your clothes on, I wan’ see where your head at
In other words I don’t wanna fuck, I wan’ see where your head at
You can catch me laid back in the cut with ounces and bundles
Bouncing from hustles, doubt me I’ll fuck you, fuck it
Lounging in bubble
Rocky watch resemble mountains or something
Fronting get your body found behind some mountains or sum’n
Aye, when you fuckin’ with me you fuckin’ with cheese
You fuckin’ with Streets, you fuckin’ with heat
You fuckin’ with Sqad, you fuckin’ for free
You touching your knees
And if you hate, you’ll be lucky to breathe
Now how you like lookin’?
When the double gauge is ???? you get your fuckin’ life token
Despite the business, fuck rap
Picture block on a motorcycle wheeling
But the Glock ain’t right for kidneys
I don’t like you bitches, I hate you hoes
Date you hoes, bust nuts in your facials hoes
Then replace you hoes, that’s the type of shit that makes you hoes
All the women in this nation hoes
Hot since my creation woa’
Who the fuck want him?
Bitch niggas with no nuts on ‘em
I got pistols with blood on ‘em
Whips with dubs on ‘em
Niggas with chips and drugs on ‘em
Got bitches with hips and tits on ‘em
Lips with dicks on ‘em
Chicks with bricks on ‘em
Chicks with chicks on ‘em
I’m big shit homie, wide body chrome 6
Get dome while driving home, shit, shit, shit
This shit, Weezy Sqad shit, shit
Some chicks can make a hit the way they tongue twist, shit
Pimp shit, no spit shit, raw shit
A bunch of Lil’ Waynes in your fucking jaw shit

[Interlude]
Holla at me, I’m still not done
Holla at me, check it, I’m still not done
Nigga holla at me, holla at me
Listen, listen, listen

[Verse 32]
Don’t get it twisted ‘cause I’m younger than most
I come with the toast
Get it hot like summer was close
I’m hanging out the Hummer with Sos’
Exploding missile Glock ringing at the front of your door like Jehovah Witness’
Sober? Forget it
This C. M. B. thing, I’m over committed
The youngest soldier come with it
Cock back, guns put holes in your fitted
Nigga I told you to quit it
I load it with 50
I blow ‘til it’s empty
The dro and Henny got me lokin’ and limpin’
Ropin’ up when I drink ‘til I’m over the limit
Hoppin’ out the Rover with Semis
Wildin’ out, go straight to your momma’s house
With a rag on my face with more 9s than dialing out
Now who hating?
Niggas cheapskating, underestimating
The heat take him, put him under extra pavement
Some one week in Jamaica, come back with a accent like -

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Whoo, whoo, fuck it
That’s 10000 bars for y’all bitches
Holla at me
Weezy Wee, Raj Smoove
And that’s the end of that story
One
Shit
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Boyz 2 Menace[Intro: Gudda Gudda]
Take that shit off at the front
Gudda! Lord
Uh-oh

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda & (Lil Wayne)]
Sleep on me, I hope you die in your sleep
No one's defiant as me
I know my worth, so when you pay me
Just know that I am not cheap (I am not cheap)
On the road to riches
Tappin' my horn, so watch for the beep (watch for the beep)
Rippin' this shit to pieces
No, I will not look out for the beat
Started out on the block
Got on my feet and rose to the top
I'm the cleanup man with the mop
50 shots disfigured his top, yes (disfigured)
I come from the city of God (God)
I walk around in the city like God (God)
Made it out and still come back
Somebody, please tell me, what are the odds?
On this mic I am a wizard, but this is not Oz
Cold but hot, I can turn the summer to fall
I'm sicker than y'all
Don't talk to me unless you talkin' 'bout paper
I'm buyin' some acres, no time for a neighbor
I'm from New Orleans, yes, I am a gator
I’ll do you a favor, and not do you a favor
'Cause if I do you a favor
And you don't come back with that paper
I'ma have to lay hands on you
Like I'm givin' you prayer
Eastside, we ain't playin' it fair
You ever heard of the tortoise and hare?
I'm switchin' the gear
Started off in the back, bitch
But now I'm winnin', it's clear
Nigga, I'm here
Gudda!
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
For real
(Blows smoke)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I got my married hoes on single drugs
Got my fattest hoes gettin' finger fucked
And my trashiest hoes is clean as fuck
And my nastiest hoes is neat as fuck
Take your shoes off before you walk inside
Take your shoes off before you cross the line
I snoozed off on Father Time
Got my goons to go kidnap Daughter Time
Come to wet the party up, and whoever in it
Got one gun that shoot for seven minutes
I'm done shitting, niggas never spit it
I'm high class, niggas' elementary
Repetition, that's the definition
I'm a Hot Boy under air conditionin'
Shoot the gun with the left arm limpin'
George Jefferson in all seven minutes
Got a hot girl off television
With a very sticky unhairy kitty
In the right position, screamin' "You're consistent"
I sit there and listen like we talkin' business
I don't need her out here filmin' niggas
I'd really rather have her steal from niggas
I really travel like a pilgrim, nigga
Kush loud as Fred screamin' "Wilma!", nigga
I've been takin' time out to count the bands
Break a promise in the promised land
Going zagga zow off of zagga xans
From the middleman to the Macho Man
I've been talkin' shit up in Diddy house
Went to Disneyland, talked to Mickey Mouse
Then I figured out how to figure out
What I was figurin' out, you figure it out
Got a trigger man with an extra hand
My bitches sleep by my bitch's house
So every party is a slumber party
Sky is the limit, head in the clouds
While you runnin' round, I'ma run it up
You dumb it down, I ain't dumb enough
I hit the courtroom and stunk it up
High comin' down, plug comin' up
You gon' hold me down, you gon' hold me up
You don't know me, but you know what's up
And the coke was cut with some extra coke
Showed her more than love, she just shoulder-shrugged
She don't know it's love, it's not important love
As long as we can keep extortin' the plug
Just let him bleed and ignore the blood
Just let him be and ignore the buzz
Pour it up, catch a sugar rush
Chopper full of rust, but it still bust
Bust good as fuck, every bullet struck
Like a hundred holes, got a hole-in-one
Safe full as fuck, money full of dust
And I'm pulling up in that "What the fuck?"
That's a muscle car, got me lookin' buff
If you look enough, you a mussel, punk
That's a Bugatti on steroids
Bugatti on Chevron
All-white like an Altoid
All these rings on, call me Bellboy
From the Teflon to the Kevlar
Don't mean shit when your head off
Make the top dog jump dead off
Then we keep his head for a memoir
I sped off with the head off
Goin' big Bruno on Mars
Sippin' Lone Star, turn a pornstar
To a known star with a phone call
[Bridge]
Hold up; murky, murky water, yeah
Purple, purple rivers, yeah
Floatin' purple ribbons, yeah
I'm cursed, but still religious, damn
I've been poppin' 10s, yeah
'Cause my bitch pop all the 20s, damn
Why you hatin' on the skinnys, damn
I met Satan, he was chillin', hold up

[Outro]
Murky, murky water
Purple, purple rivers
Floatin' purple ribbons
I'm cursed but still religious
Damn
Take your clothes off bitch
Call your road dog, bitch
I feel like O-Dog, bitch
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Preach[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
With my first hundred Gs bought my mom a house
Bitch, don’t try to suck my dick if you got cotton mouth
Watch these snitches, man, these rats think they Mighty Mouse
In the kitchen, Arm & Hammer, just the right amount
Got the dope spot popping, dope spot jumping
Car parked by itself, robot stunting
And it’s voice activated, I just tell it something
I ain’t even gotta press a button
Viper with the rally stripes, I don’t eat no Rally’s
I don’t eat my words, nigga, I don’t eat no salad
I got too much on my plate, I got too much on my palate
Never seen my car before, it’s like a unicorn in traffic
Too much fucking talent, rap Shakespeare, go Hamlet
You other boys could kiss the game goodbye, be romantic
Please don’t worry, Nancy, all my weed is organic
If my children end up smoking
I'll whip they ass if they don’t pass it
Hold up, I just got a package
I let my bitch test it, with flying colors, passed it
Burning money fast like fire on the plastic
You dead man walking throw some tires on your casket
They say niggas in wheelchairs is half dead as it is
I still keep the heat on me, attitude cavalier
Boy, I think your whole clique’s Summer’s Eve, Massengill
Monastat 7, Vagisil
And my name don’t need no adjectives
And my flow don’t need no ad-libs
The boot, the battlefield
Flag red, like I’m Russian, call me Vladimir
Took a picture with the pistol, gave it rabbit ears
These niggas got fast careers, fast as Batmobiles
My bitches got sex appeal, they like sex and pills, for reals
I’m sorry if you hate you, and I’m sorry for the wait, too
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Boom – It’s my shot like Biloxi
Even my shadow don’t trust me
Big dog in this shit, like a Husky
285, 20 pounds of musty
Stopped by the spot, had to serve Pooh bear
He buy one, I front him one, so I left two there
In a two-seater, pull up popping 2Pac
Didn’t have a safe, so I stashed it in my tube sock
Eat so much Benihana's I need nunchucks
You just a old nigga always saying, "Big bruh"
You a bad bitch always saying, "Big Daddy"
You a real nigga talking ‘bout you want a selfie
Uh, a baby bottle with my shit in
And my role model was a kingpin
I say, "Let’s work," he say, "Let’s work"
Let your next work be your best work

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
And it’s that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
And I’m so sorry for the wait, too
From New Orleans to the A, TRU
You test my homies, we ace you
Tity, these niggas monkeys in ape suits
I got a city, got a ocean, got a lake view
She took some shots til she shot down a grey goose
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I’m Good (IANAHB2)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm so fucking awesome - my marbles, I lost 'em
I'm taking everything - everything but precaution
Your bitches wanna call us and text us like Austin
Pussy make me hard, pussy niggas make me nauseous
I've been on my feet since the day I started walking
Bitch, I think I'm MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin
Sell coke in a drought, sell pussy at an auction
Bullets got a nigga running fast enough to race horses
Around here you sniff these lines, you don't cross 'em
Kill your ass and leave you behind like an orphan
I swear it happens all the time, very often
Still getting baseball money; Barry Larkin
Around here we play for keeps, yeah, we eating, but we starving
I get me a little money, try to spread it margarine
I'm flyer than a motherfucker, all my flights chartered
Green kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer, I'm good

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I say I go into my beastmode - rapping niggas, I eat those
I tell a bitch take a deep breath then bend them knees like a freethrow
I don't want me no good girl, I fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom I make a movie, it's starring me with that Lee Rose
Cause I ball hard like D-Rose, my stash on closet
Racks in my pocket, these racks I deposit
Got racks on my conscience, money on my mind
I got shooters on my team, they got bodies on their nine
Look at that bad bitch right there, see that body on that dime
I ain't swimming in no ho, you know I'm probably on that grind
All these niggas hating on me, me, but I ain't on that time, time
Cause I be in the back, nigga, and I ain't talking about swine
I'm talking 62 West, they say a nigga too fresh
You a rat, your homie singing y'all should do a duet
Shawty told me she loving my swag, I make that pussy too wet
You niggas banned, and my hoes and I'm like why they'd do that? Go
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uhm, I don't have a conscience, all my friends are monsters
They visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense
Like stabbing you and then watching you fight for your life like you boxing
Bitch, deuce deuce, I smoke that OG killer Bobby Johnson
I'll olly over that bitch head, it's Hollygrove til I'm fucking dead
I did a bid for that toast, so fuck with me I'll treat you like butterbread
But I still go hard with no regard, Earth ain't shit, bitch, go to Mars
Leave a nigga dead in the gutter
I'll just beat him with a bloody ass bowlingball
I'm fresh as hand sanitizer, don't hate the game, just analyze it
Two xanax', I'm fantasizing about fat bitches' panty sizes
Take a bullet to the chest, be a man about it
Stop acting like a little bitch nigga, most of y'all niggas is bitch niggas
I got a tiger in the basement, Big Tigger
My hair long, my dick bigger
My hair long, my dick bigger
My hair long, my dick bigger
My money longer, my weed stronger
I feed hunger, I no longer get my weed from Fee
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Thinking Bout You[Intro]
Uhh, Uhh, I was chilling on the set
With the fully-automatic Tec
Thinking 'bout you girl
I was working my juug girl
But I was still thinking 'bout you

[Verse 1]
Uhh, bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay
Can't trust these dog-ass hoes today
I say bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay
Can't trust these dog-ass hoes today
But I got one I really fuck with
She makes my heart skip a beat
She dropped her drum stick
Sometimes we fuck forever, sometimes I cum quick
I eat that pussy 'cause it's sweet, as sweet as one-six
Sixteen bullets in a clip, but more than one clip
Shoot a nigga sixteen times until I'm convinced
I got strawberry cocaine as sweet as Fun Dip
You know I keep some nose candy for my young bitch
I love my young bitch
'Cause she don't give me drama
You don't want no drama
My goons waitin' for you, to snap
Like some photo bombers
Yeah we leave a nigga flat
We leave 'em horizontal
And then my lawyer tell your honor
On that morning, I was –
[Chorus]
Chilling on the set
With the fully automatic Tec
Thinking 'bout you girl
I was working my juug girl
But I was still thinking 'bout you girl
Yeah, I was chilling on the set
With the fully automatic Tec
Thinking 'bout you girl
I was working my juug girl
But I was still thinking 'bout you

[Bridge]
It go U-N-L-V
It go, it go U-N-L-V
It go U-N-L-V, U-N-L-V
Uptown Nigga Living Violent
Do I smell beef?

[Verse 2]
I was chilling on the corner about to get fucked up
My nigga T got a 40, and he brought two cups
That nigga Mack was chillin', Po was home talkin' on the phone
Lord, it's been such a good-year we need some Armor All
That nigga Hoody on the set, he got his hoodie on
Euro the future, fuck your future, like I'm reading palms
Wayne Chong, chinky eyes like I'm from Vietnam
Got my bitch with chinky eyes like that bitch Nia Long
Lord, I know I do my thing, can’t let my thing do me
Lord, I know I ain’t a Saint, still rep that fleur-de-lis
Lord, just keep Lil Reginae away from birds and bees
Let her be strong as the woman that gave birth to me
Fuck your degree, this murder in the first degree
I got that Tec under my arm like Right Guard, Sure, Degree
Lord, sometimes I just be so gone I be like "Earth to me?"
I burn some weed, I burp some lean, I served a fiend
While I was
[Chorus]
Chilling on the set
With a fully automatic Tec
I was thinking 'bout you girl
I was working my juug girl
But I was still thinking 'bout you girl
Yeah I was chilling on the set
With a fully automatic Tec
Thinking 'bout you girl
I was working my juug girl
But I was still thinking 'bout you, girl

[Outro]
Yeah
Thinking 'bout you girl
Working my juug girl
Still thinking 'bout you girl
Chilling on the set
With the fully automatic Tec
Thinking 'bout you girl
Working my juug girl
I was still thinking 'bout you19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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We Takin’ Over (Remix)[Intro]
Yessir!
It's me
The rapper eater, haha!
Feed me! Feed me! Feed me!
No homo
Ahaha
Yeah!

[Verse]
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 Miss Lee, she with my daddy
So diss me and don't 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 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 "deez," I don't mean the Caddy
I mean "deez nuts," Akons and Khaled
Rick Ross, Tip, Stunna and Fat Joe
And I ca-ca-can't forget Brisco
And yeah, I done squashed the bullshit with Zoe
It's a bakery here, just tryin' to get dough
Shout to my dreads, my Haitians and chicos
You looking for me, ho? I'm in the 3-0—
5, I'm the best rapper alive
Homeboy got a mind that a map wouldn't find
Homeboy got a nine that a cop wouldn't find
But I could get to it even if I was blind
Like a scary movie, they screaming when I rhyme
I'm a king—you can ask Stephen if I'm lying
I'm a Prince, too demanding like my mom
Too bold, too cold like wet salam—
Mi, me, it's all about me
If the girl got a voice, then she talk about me, me!
He say, she say, I say me
We'll be in the M-I-A-mi
With me, and T, and Big Ronnie
And the homie Streets prob'ly somewhere on the beach
And Tez and E prob'ly somewhere in the Jeep
And Marl' in the Phantom with Mr. G
And me! Me! It's all about me!
Play with me and it's all-out beef
Beef! Yes! Chest! Feet!
Tag! Bag! Blood! Sheets!
Yikes! Yeeks! Great Scott—
Storch, can I borrow your yacht?
Watch me and my clique go all-out
Like the ball in the stands, we balls out, ugh!
Boy, I don't know what y'all 'bout
But I just spit like a dog mouth
Pink ice, just looking like a hog mouth
Vroom! I had to bring the hog out
Light them trees, bring a log out
Every day Christmas, I'm eggnogged out
And hip-hop is my new-bought house
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White Girl[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
Please have my money on time
Please have my money on time, boy
'Cause my niggas run in salons
Just to shoot up baby moms, boy
Trap house jump out the gym
Trap house jump like LeBron, yeah
It's twenty-two five for the B
Eleven five for the Solange, yeah
Call a sixteen Montana, a eight a Steve Young
And a four a Brett Favre
My plug name is Hector
But back in his country, they call him Héctòr
She strip every day but Sunday
'Cause she still make time for the Lord
Got a red dot on top of your head
Like I got your ass on record
"Tune, don't be so cruel"
"Tune, don't be so rude"
Nah, fuck that
Fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
Hey, by the gavel or the gun, nigga
I be creepin' like the shadow and the sun, nigga
Be more careful how you pick and choose your words, boy
'Cause I'll have you playin' scrabble with your tongue, nigga
Ooh, I'm Mick Jagger as a young nigga
Woo, pourin' Pink Panther in the punch, nigga
Think faster than these dumb niggas
We serial killers, you can get your Captain Crunch, nigga
Hey, it's Lil Wayne, nigga
I been the shit since Lil Zane, nigga, uh
Tell the cops I ain't no name giver
Icicles on my fingers from cocaine blizzards
Ayy, it's Lil Wayne, nigga, uh
I'm in the building, 'bout to hang pictures
Woo, I'm the ruler, it's a game of inches
Tryna make a mill' and make a meal in the same kitchen
Hey
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Please have my money on time
Please have my money on time, boy
'Cause all of my niggas ex-cons
And we'll go right back like that's fine, boy
Please have my money on time
Please have my money on time, look
It's twenty-two five for the B
Eleven five for the Solange, yeah
Please back it up one more time, girl
You act shady and I'ma put this dick
Where the sun don't shine, girl

[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Jeezy & Both]
Girl (Girl), I got that white girl (Woo), girl (Girl, yeah)
Girl (Woo), I got that white (Girl) girl (Yeah)
I got that white (Wassup?)
That blonde hair, blue eyes (Yeah; eyes)
I'm sellin', I'm sellin', hurry up and buy (Hurry up and buy, nigga)
Hurry up and buy (Ah)

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Woo, cocaine Mulsanne (Skrrt)
Blowin' Backwoods while I switch lanes (Ayy)
Four clips, two thangs
Pardon me, I'm bout to switch chains (Wassup?)
Bag full of rocks, I'm a rockstar (Rockstar)
Bought my first block, I'm a block-star (Woo)
I done owned everything on the road, nigga (Road, nigga)
Only thing I ain't drove is a cop car (Ah)
Mr. All Black, yeah, he's back (Back)
And you know the flow hard, nigga, cooked crack (Woo)
You mean the flow hard like cooked crack? (Crack)
Damn right, 'cause I used to cook crack (Yeah)
Hey, fourty-six for the twenty-eight (Eight)
Fourteen for the eighteen ('Teen)
See them hitters in that black van (Woo)
Gold chains and a chopper like the A-Team
Nowadays, everybody got a plug, nigga (Plug, nigga)
You know hoes say Julio (Julio)
Only bird that your flippin', nigga
Is the ones in the studio (Haha)
Designated driver, nigga (Woo)
Damn right, boy, them units got a chauffeur (Chauffeur)
I can't sleep without it, nigga (Hey)
Damn right, got a chopper by the sofa (Hey)
Look at me whippin', I'm confident, cocky (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
If this was a category, I would be Rocky
Say you lookin' for that comeback, look no further (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shit comin' back tan, that's that coco butter (Haha)
Them tens, them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds
Lost a bag on the road, I was sick to my stomach (Damn)
That Britney, that Iggy Azalea, I tell ya
Intercepting the pack, hey, so I'll never mail ya (Hey)
I'm gone
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne with Jeezy]
Please have my money on time
Please have my money on time, boy
'Cause all of my niggas ex-cons
And we'll go right back like that's fine, boy
Please have my money on time
Please have my money on time, look
It's twenty-two five for the B
Eleven five for the Solange, yeah
Please back it up one more time, girl
You act shady and I'ma put this dick
Where the Sun don't shine, girl

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Girl, I got that white girl, girl
Girl, I got that white girl
I got that white
That blonde hair, blue eyes
I'm sellin', I'm sellin', hurry up and buy
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Wish You Would (Dedication 4)[Verse 1]
I'm looking up at heaven, hoping my niggas made it
While I'm tryna get them demons, out of my demonstration
I'm like fucking right I'm flexing on these pancake ass niggas
These niggas must be nuts, I castrate these niggas (pause)
Then she stuck out her tongue
Well since you act like a dog I'mma fuck you like one
I got this Tec in my draws, and I murder for fun
Man all these niggas the same, it's like we watching re-runs
And I am salt in the wound, I am soap in ya eye
These bitches thinkin' they fly, I tell em' roaches can fly
Even at my low bitch I'm high, I'm tryna stay focused I'm fine
But if I crack one of these niggas like a glow stick he shine
But it's Trukfit: skate or die, them bitches wasting my time
And when they ask me where I'm from I say the Great State of Mind
OK that loud got me stanky, that lean got me cranky
They tell me think it over over and I end up over-thinking, agh!

[Bridge]
Cause 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
Kidnap yo wife, fuck her and still kill her
Yeah and I don't wanna take pills nigga
But it's either that or take chances nigga
Run up on you, click-clack: pay yo taxes nigga
We bout that action, these niggas action figures
[Verse 2]
Uhh, Young Money on another level
I like her pussy tighter than my fucking schedule
Man I love hitting yo bitch, like a Lucky Seven
I'm running this shit, you niggas running errands
Money ain't shit to me
I smoke all these niggas, call it Niggatine
Yellowbone pussy, uh lemon squeeze
I ain't too proud to beg, so nigga please
Fake ass, bitch ass
You faker than yo bitch ass
Weed good, bitch bad
Fat mouth, slim chance
I see you niggas hatin', with ya hatin' ass
I'm just lightin' up, like laser tag
Chopper clips is too long, send you back to where you came from
Yeah, pussy niggas get banged up, I wish you would give a name up
I wish you would nigga, I wish you would nigga
They find yo motherfucking body in the woods nigga
We on that good nigga, we ain't no G.O.O.D niggas
You niggas stand under me, understood nigga?
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Admit It[Chorus: SNL]
I'm a thick motherfucker, I sit this on his lap
With my hand on his shooter, I lay them niggas back
Got something for them niggas that react
I'm a bad motherfucker, I got this nigga's back

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Woah
She say, "I know you ain't had yourself a good thick bitch in a minute
I saw some pictures of you boo'd up, it looks like you're starting to like 'em skinny"
I say "Girl, you a trip," she say "I might be a trip, but I ain't trippin'"
She say "Watch these hoes, 'cause they leeches like Robin" I say, "No, Robin Givens"
She was sittin' on my lap and you know a nigga strapped, I know she feel it
It's crazy out here, I'm just protecting myself, you know I'm winnin'
She say "I get it, and if anything was to happen to you, I'd be livid"
"You ain't gotta worry 'bout that, I'll kill a pussy nigga, put his head on exhibit"
Come up missing, think they caught a big fish 'til his body come up drippin'
I treat her legs like like a grand opening, smiling while I cut the ribbon
I took a pill, she took a pill, we was chilling, 20 minutes, now we feel it
She say "I know you probably hear this shit a lot, but you the shit in my opinion"
I said, "It never gets old, thought I'd never say never, but I did it
She say "Who you kidding, boy? You like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties"
I admit it, big booty, big titties; I admit it

[Chorusk: SNL]
I'm a thick motherfucker, I sit this on his lap
With my hand on his shooter, I lay them niggas back
Got something for them niggas that react
I'm a bad motherfucker, I got this nigga's back
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
I like my girls BBW
The type that wanna suck you dry
Then eat some lunch with you
She 'bout that foolishness, 'bout that trouble, too
Booty on bubble, titties so fuckable

[Bridge: SNL & Lil Wayne]
Okay, I know you ain't had yourself a good thick bitch in a minute
Saw a flick of you boo'd up, boy, you never liked em skinny
You tell me I'm a trip, well, I might be a trip, but I ain't trippin'
I'm just sayin'
Boy, this here will keep you warm at night
Feed you good before you catch a flight
Stop actin' like you ain't got no type
Who you kiddin'?
I admit it, I admit it

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
But I got these guns on me right now
I got these drugs on me right now
I got the Feds on me right now
I got two buyers, want it right now
She took her clothes off and I stopped
Looked at my watch, like "Fuck it, why not?"
Guess I could fuck her once then I'm out
Fucked so many times a nigga lost count, Lord
She say, "I know you thought that you was about to get a quick fix, hit it, quit it
But you know you ain't been with a good, thick bitch in a minute"
I say, "You ain’t never lying; thought I’d never say never, but I did it"
She said "Speaking of a line, are you finished? All we need is a witness"
"Girl you trippin', young nigga still livin'"
She said, "Who you kidding, boy? you like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties"
I admit it, I like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties; I admit it
[Chorus: SNL]
I'm a thick motherfucker, I sit this on his lap
With my hand on his shooter, I lay them niggas back
Got something for them niggas that react
I'm a bad motherfucker, I got this nigga's back

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
I like my girls BBW
The type that wanna suck you dry
Then eat some lunch with you
She 'bout that foolishness, 'bout that trouble, too
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Magic (Dedication 4)[Verse 1: Flow]
Ah.. Pop another percocet
My flow is retarded, I think I got a birth defect
Highway to heaven Bow! Where the fuck the chauffeur at?
These niggas softer than the pillows on my sofa set
I'm fighting myself cause I don't see no competition
I don't write, I draw that pistol make your face a composition
So please walk away before we stomp your ass
Everyday is halloween and you can get your pumpkin smashed
The ones you think your friends is really your haters
So just do me a favor.. and don't do me no favor
All I need is a blunt and a cup of purple
I put this together, I could've been a construction worker
Niggas looking funny, well I'm just getting blunted
And everybody's wondering if I'm really with Young Money
Well is a pig's pussy pork? Do bears be shittin'
In the woods and wipe they ass with a rabbit when they finish?
Turn my swagger super mean but my bitches bad too
And my flag bright red but Lortab blue, Oop!
Isn't it ironic I tell Tunechi pass the chronic
Purple syrup, yellow Fanta, you can call it Magic Johnson

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Gone off the shrooms, I'm stoned like tomb
Bitch, I do what I do like the groom
Looking death in the eyes, kissing fear on the lips
I'm so faded my nigga I'm 'bout to disappear in this bitch
Like poof, there go my roof
Pow, there go my hammer
Come around here stuntin', get jacked like O'Lantern
Two times for them haters, head shots for them snitches
If the best things in life are free then why the fuck we pay attention?
Uh, pockets on nine-months, I go dumber than a dunce
Too many pills, too many blunts
Two bitches named such-and-such
It's Young Money we out chea, we turnt up 'bout that life
My pockets fat like Jack Black - If I go broke, I'mma jack whites
My bitch bad as fuck nigga, my goons 'bout that trigger play
Murk one of these soft niggas, now I'm in court for a pillow case
This is the magic show but Tune ain't no trick ho
Fuck niggas no Chris Stokes, it's me, Flow, D4
Fishtailing out the parking lot like salmon
She swallowed all my kids, bitch we could of had a family
The way I make the purp disappear, straight vanish
Smoke fire, spit fire
Puff the magic dragon
Tunechi!
D4 ho
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Banned[Intro]
Ugh
Arms

[Verse]
Ayo, it’s Weezy Motherfucking, easy with the hating
Bitch, I’m in the building, you just decorating
I’m just detonatin', then I get blatant
More dangerous than Internet dating
Scoob got the cameras on, so I gotta show off
I'll put your sister on, I'll knock your bro off
Weezy spit snowballs, catch it in your face bitch
Good-Game Wayne, man, I deserve a Naismith
Cook 'caine game flow, dope in the vein flow
I only be smoking the purple out the rainbow
Stronger than Drano, your boyfriend a lame-o
And if you stay with him, then y’all in the same boat
Deep-Water Carter, fishing for a dollar
You can join the salad, I’m splitting your tom-a-ta
Ball 'cause I gotta, you’ll love me in the morning
I told her I'm a king, them other niggas Prince Charming
She love to rock my mic, she say there's nothing like performing
Man, I'm in love with her grill, George Foreman
Forewarning: Young Money’s armed
And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn
Yeah! Take that to the bank with you
I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures
Smoke weed, talk shit like Lane Kiffin
Whole country in recession, but Wayne different
Huh, and I’m a Maybach rider
Haven’t drove it one time, I got a cool, Black driver
Can't walk around with guns, I got a dude that got 'em
Don’t worry if I'm shooting 'long as you don't get shot (Arms)
And I'm a beast, I'm a pit bull
I get my ass kissed, I get my dick pulled
I—I'm a beast, I'm a big bull
I got my money right, I got my clip full
Yeah, it’s, like, seven in the morning, nigga
I’m up for whoever the opponent, nigga
Stop the track—let me relish in the moment, nigga
Now, bring that motherfucker back, 'cause I’m zoning, nigga
I go hard like Rafael Nadal
And if the bitches worth having, then I bet we have 'em all
And man, I'm so high, it's like an everlasting fall
And I’m charging these hoes like women basketball
Ugh! I bet that chopper get his mind right
Leave a hole in his chest like a lion bite
Superhero car, like I crime-fight
I see big cheese, you niggas blind mice
Ugh, T-Streets still roll with me
Still sticking to the script, like Nicole Kidman
Need the man hit? We are those hitmen
He stopped running; the bullet holes didn’t
Ugh, basically, I’m still a monster
'Til the fat lady sing—I come to kill a opera
Y'all too plain, I'm a helicopter
My words keep going, like a teleprompter
I’m a asshole—wipe me down, bitch
I get big checks—Niketown, bitch
Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown shit
And the flag red, like clown lips (Arms)
Ugh, T, I can't stop goin'
Drop my best shit, like the Cowboys dropped Owens
I’m the best to ever do it, motherfucker, I know it
No Ceilings, Goddammit, now the fucking sky showing, ugh!
[Outro]
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Hands Up[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Let's get fucked up
On the road to riches
You're just a speed bump
Funny how the heater make a nigga freeze up
We smoke a tree down til it's just a tree stump
That Eastside nigga, bang on you bitches
I'm going at your neck, strangle you bitches
Got a long-ass list full of bad-ass bitches
And I stay burned out like a bad transmission
I'm on, like the lights I light up
The kush, knock out, Tyson fight
I'm talking about ass and titties, Sex and the City
Weezy F Baby and the 'F' is for "forget it"
I'm loving my shine, sipping on fine wine
Up in some fine dime, then she give me Einstein
Young Money motherfucker, yeah we picked a fine time
I'm a 17 nigga. Bitch, I don't mind dying, man
I just ended up on every bitch's sex list
Genie in the bottle, get a muthafuckin' deathwish
Thugga in this bitch, he say fuck y'all niggas
Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga
Red beam, gimme the light, no Sean Paul nigga
Let Nina bust in your face like a porn star nigga
Yeah I keep a Brian Pumper, no homo
The shit I'm on got the world moving in slow-mo
Man, I told Mack I was gonna do it
Above the law, but under the influence
Man, I was on the skateboard, kick push swagger
Got my girl to the room, got behind her like a shadow
I had her ass up in the air
I swear I got, I swear I got the largest clip in the world
Right here in my gat
And I wish a nigga play
I'mma bust a nigga ass
Hate Young Money? Then fuck you in the ass
187 and a hockey mask, YMCMB gonna ball
Til we fall and this fuck all y'all
Gonna ball til we fall and this fuck all y'all
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Blackin’ Out[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Six shit
Ayy, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Six, nigga, Dedication 6, nigga
Six, nigga, six, nigga, Dedication 6, nigga
Six, nigga, sick nigga, sick, six shit, nigga

[Verse 1: Euro & Lil Wayne]
I hear y'all new shit and I cringe (I cringe)
Your girlfriend likes me and my friends (My friends)
If we hit it, that oui is not French (Not French)
I'm anti-social, pardon my tints (My tints)
We left E11even, at 11 AM (Yeah)
Raw papers full of peace, cups full of mayhem (Yeah)
We all wavy, I'm just sort of on a different wavelength (Yeah)
See, they more like superstars, I'm more like Super Saiyans (Woo)
Being the greatest ever is my destiny still (Okay)
Since a child, I focused on my Kelly, Bey, and Michelle (Okay)
Sitting back, getting head from a mademoiselle (Okay)
Tryin' to put every ghetto kid with a dream in my will (Amen)
Dedicated to you for the sixth time
Killed it on the fifth one, now they say I'm big-time
While them niggas skipped lunch, I learned how to skip lines
I learned how to kick, punch, power through to get mines
Used to fuck with Sega (Yuh), my uncle had a pager (Chirp!)
I knew this drug kingpin that tried to run for Mayor (Skrrt!)
Posted on the back blocks, talkin' player-player
If she bad then I upgrade her, get her unlimited data (Blrrp!)
They tryin' to build a wall, man, my dogs gon' hate that shit
And build underground railroads so the Maybachs fit, yeah
We in the game, but we don't play that shit
Cover your soul before they take that shit—Young!
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Right nigga, wrong nigga, dope nigga, ill nigga
Rich nigga, Polo nigga, house bigger, bills bigger
Sick nigga, Hill nigga, lit nigga, chill nigga
Racks nigga, real bigger, Shaq-bigger, lil nigga
Facts nigga, trill nigga, tax nigga, still, nigga
Coke-on-coke, nigga—slopes, niggas, hills, nigga
Joke, nigga? Nope, nigga, clip bigger, quick trigger
Thick strippers, I ain't into stick figures, mixed signals
O.J. with the brick, nigga runnin' through the white
Nigga, O.J. on my wrist, nigga, that's Sunny Delight
Nigga, diamonds in my teeth, shining like some pearly whites
Nigga straight from New Orleans, like a plate of dirty rice
Nigga bought a lot of art, and I brought a lot to snort, hey
Beat around the bush right after we beat the court case
Talking 'bout a war, that's a convo at the bar, wait
Drugs in the Broncos, start the motherfuckin' horse race
I take off from Earth and take your bitch up into MySpace
I tell her, keep her mouth shut; if not, I got some Scotch tape
Got to keep the lock safe, referring to the Safelock
The shelves fall, the ground shake, it make you do the James Brown
I still wear the same crown, light-skin or light-brown
I still dick her right down, hit her with the pipe bomb
Some niggas like to fight crime, some niggas like to fight fair
Some niggas got the right time; you ask him, he say, "Time'll tell"
Some niggas think they're icons, some bitches think that I care
Some niggas got a iPhone, some niggas had a SkyTel
Some niggas really pythons, I'm watching out for myself
Tattoos, black skin, red eyes, blonde hair
Lyin' there, lookin' like "Aww, yeah", lawn chair
Jumped right off the Con-Air and landed on a timeshare
I wear Versace eyewear, feelin' like top shelf
Cool as two Ls and Rock Bells, hot as Scottsdale
Bombshell, ugh
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Blackin' out, blackin' out
We on the drugs, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out
All the guns, black it out, black it out, black-black-black it out
On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, yo
Bow! Yeah, blackin' out, blackin' out
We on the drugs, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out
All the guns, black it out, black it out, black-black-black it out
On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, yuh
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Jumpman[Intro]
T!
Where Hoody at?
No Ceilings

[Verse 1]
Woo, one xan, one xan, one xan, lord, I'm tryna cut back
Hold up, hold up, where my cup at? My bitch got that comeback
Woo, real one from the jump, man, I'm killing the Jumpman
I ain't got no ceilings, no need to look up, man (uh-uh)
AK, AK, AK, street-sweeper, no dustpan (bap-bap)
Been a stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam (bap-bap)
Stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam
On my Carter 5 shit, this one for the thumb, man
Yeah, this one for the duff-bag
Yeah, this for where I'm from at
Yeah, my goons break in your house like BruhMan
Yeah; click-clack
Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam
Shh... silence on the gun, I go Silence of the Lamb
Ooh I'm up man, up man, them Viagras got me up, man
And we pull up, man up and dump and dump and dump then scrrram
Screech! The harder I fall, the farther I reach
The water might fall, but life is a beach
When my number’s called, I get out my seat
When my niggas ball, I give em my speech
You might hit a wall, or end up like me
You might have to crawl, but get up like me
And you bite before bark, never I before we
And you pray before eating and you lay with your heat
And you stay with your heat and you lay on your mink
Bitches lay at your feet and you play with your kids
You don’t play with these niggas, don’t play on these streets
I don’t play on these beats, I don’t play bout my money
You heard what I say, no replay, no repeat
Don’t be playing with me, don’t be playing with we
I don’t play with no Wii, I’m OK, I’m OG
I’m O.J. on these beats, I OD on these beats
I'm M-O-B-B-B-B on these streets
Say what you say, you don’t be on these streets
Cause if we see you, it’s on S-I-G-H-T
Belie'e that, Tunechi
[Verse 2]
One xan, one xan, one xan, all I need is one xan
Knock me out like punch bag, got me slump like humpback (gone)
Muddy-muddy-muddy, I just drunk a mud bath
Muddy-muddy-muddy, I need me some mud flaps (sippin)
Real one from the jump, man, real one from the jump, man (real one)
On my Carter 5 shit, this one for the thumb, man (ayy)
Money long, I got that money tall like Kazam (Shaq)
I just popped a combo, ain’t talkin' McDonald’s (medicine)
I just popped a bottle, ain’t talkin' no liquor (medicine)
I’m talking Actavis, I’m talking to the sippers (pour up)
I’m talkin to a stripper, she gon let me pimp her
You talkin to the police, so that’s who you tippin'?
Ohhh, that’s a no-no, that’s a no-no, ohhh
Had coke since Polo and Girbauds (yeah!)
Had coke since Arsenio
White girl, Marilyn Monroes, Demi Moore
I’m in LA with my skinny hoes
But their faces look like centerfolds
I've been taking all these chemicals, damn
Now they faces aren’t identical, damn
Watch these niggas turning into hoes, bop-bop
Watch me turn a nigga into smoke, bop-bop
Watch me turn a million into four, voilà
Watch me turn Miami to N.O., uh-huh
Watch me turn the sand to some snow, uh-huh
In a Phantom with Chinchilla floors, drop-top
Hit Atlanta like Gorilla Zoe
Holla at my baby mamas, I love them the most
Shout out Lauren on the West, she playin' her role (Boogie!)
Literally, on the set, she playin' a role (Boogie!)
Niggas really rep the set, we stay in our mode (turned up)
Spiritually I’m just blessed, I pray for my hoes (amen)
Tunechi hoppin off the jet, G open my door (thank you)
Spittin since Das EFX, my flow in control (skibbidy)
Pimpin since Das EFX, my ho in control (pimpin)
And I just popped a combo, ain’t talkin McDonald’s
Niggas hear that click-clack, ooh-ooh
I know I'mma get my shit back, ooh-ooh
We aiming this thing at your body
We aiming this thing at your nose
Hollow tip bullets, blue tip bullets
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Shit Stains[Intro]
David Banner
David Banner
David— David— David— David Banner
Tunechih, ugh

[Verse 1]
Walked in the bank like my shit don't stink (Ugh)
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, everybody ain't saints (Ugh)
Pockets never empty, Weezy F., full tank (Yeah)
Try to check me and I'ma leave that check blank (One)
Tongue-kiss that pussy, make that woman have convulsions
I'm in this bitch throwin' up Blood, like a ulcer (Suu whoop)
Real nigga like a motherfuckin' slave (Yeah)
I R-I-P these niggas, like a page
Umm, hello, how you doin', sir?
Dr. Carter, M.D., that's mur-der (Whoa)
Bitches ain't shit (Nope), and niggas ain't neither
Bad bitches, I get at you like "sinus" (God bless you)
These niggas is fake like a bosom (Yup)
And everybody's on edge 'til you push 'em
Haha, but the pleasure's all mine
'Cause on my watch, I'm the greatest of all time
Tunechi!

[Chorus]
And I don't know how fake feel, nigga
'Cause all my life, I been a real nigga
All my life, I been a real nigga
Don't fuck up my night, I'm like:
"What's poppin'? What's your friend name?
What y'all drinkin' on? Come get a oil change"
I brung my AK, I'm on my "A" game
Bitch, I'm a a-hole, leavin' shit stains, ho! (Haha!)
[Verse 2]
I'm a asshole (Yup), but I don't give a shit (Nope)
Like a hard dick, I'm in this bitch (Ugh)
I'm sharp, I'm cold: icepick (Ugh)
Top off the Maybach: nice tits (Whoa)
I'm from Hollygrove (Yeah), I used to hang with 'El ('El)
I make them bitches (*gasp*), they waitin' to exhale (Yeah)
I'm on some gangsta shit (Yeah), knock your head off (Yeah)
Bark up my tree, that's a dead dog (Ugh)
Where them hoes at? ("Right there")
Tell 'em I say, "What's up?" (What's up?)
I like a shaved pussy, no razor bumps (Okay)
I got that paper, bitch—come get a paper cut
Don't gamble in that pussy—not even lady Luck's (Amen)
I make 'em straighten up and fly right (Ugh)
When life hands you lemons, find the limelight (Haha)
Yeah, and the pleasure's all mine
'Cause on my watch, I'm the greatest of all time
Tunechi!

[Chorus]
And I don't know how fake feel, nigga (Nigga)
'Cause all my life, I been a real nigga (Real nigga)
Yeah, all my life, I been a real nigga
Don't fuck up my night, I'm like:
"What's poppin'? What's your friend name?" (Ugh)
"What y'all drinkin' on?" (Ugh) "Come get a oil change"
I brung my AK (Bow!), I'm on my "A" game
Bitch I'm a a-hole, leavin' shit stains, ho!
[Break]
Ah-ah-ahem!

[Verse 3]
Ugh, I like my alcohol straight, bitch
I can't stop stuntin', I need my brakes fixed
Yeah, I'm on that shit like a fucking maggot
On the road to riches; you niggas stuck in traffic
Stomp a nigga out, keep the party going
Kick them hoes out if them hoes annoying
But if they friends bad, then them hoes could join
I'm 'bout to shoot a porn; I'm castin': broken arm
Got money on my mind, pussy on my agenda
I beat that pink pussy magenta, fuck bein' gentle
Man, I'm hard; these niggas is simple, gun to your temple
I smoke 'til I look Oriental, high as a window
And I broke these niggas like pencils
Unaccidental—bitch, I meant to
Dick in her dimples; lick it, I tremble
I swear, this shit is mental, fuck it, my rent due
I school your ass and suspend you, you bitch, you!
It's Tunechi!

[Chorus]
And I don't know how fake feel, nigga
'Cause all my life I been a real nigga (Real nigga)
Yeah, all my life I've been a real nigga (Real nigga)
Don't fuck up my night, I'm like:
"What's poppin'?" (What's poppin'?)
"What's your friend name?" (What's happenin'?)
"What y'all drinkin' on?" (What's poppin'?)
"Come get a oil change" (What's happenin'?)
I brung my AK (Bah!) I'm on my "A" game (Bah!)
Bitch, I'm a a-hole (Bah!), leavin' shit stains (Bah!), ho!
[Outro]
Bah!
Haha!
Young Mula, baby!6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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The Hills[Verse 1]
Your man on the low talkin' to po-po
I just poured a 4, I'm moving slow-mo
You just tryna get me out my Polo
The sex look even better on the Go-Pro
I already know you go commando
You ridin' me, my Magnum is your saddle
Find out I was cummin' and you swallow
And let me stick my thumb up in your asshole

[Hook]
We still get them chickens for the low low
Pistols got us slippin' like we old folks
I know all my bitches is some homos
All my young niggas got them old souls
We some young niggas with some old money
You that one nigga, let me hold somethin'
And we got that white girl if your nose runnin'
In the middle of the summer sellin' snow bunnies
[Verse 2]
I already know you go commando
Me and all my goons up in the bando
I just popped two pills before I saw you
You gon' have to drive my fuckin' Lambo
Xannies always send me off to dreamland
Head startin' to feelin' like a bean bag
I'm goin' through some bullshit at the moment
But all them mothafuckas know I'll be back
[Hook 2]
Pray so much a nigga need some kneepads
Sip so much a nigga need to relax
How the fuck they expect me to relax?
I got crocodile tears under this ski mask
I get so lit, I done forgot what I came to forget
I am a dog, not ashamed to admit
I'm finna pop me a pain pill and sip
I'm finna eat me a mushroom and trip
I'm finna pop with the AK and dip
I am just not feeling Nae Nae and Whip
I'm finna pop me a pain pill and sip

[Bridge]
And the pills have eyes, the pills have eyes
And they peek-a-boo at us
They seein' through, through us
It's like pills have eyes, the pills have lives
And they livin' through, through us
Livin' through

[Hook]
I was poured up and poppin' Xans last night
I just pulled up to blow some bands, fast life
I'm so fucked up and now you fuck with me
When you feel me
When I'm cupped up, that's the real me
When I'm cupped up, that's the real me, yeah
She wasn't fuckin' with your ass last night
I was all up in that bitch ass last night
I did my thing and now she fuck with me
And she feel me
When I'm turnt up, that's the real me
When I'm turnt up, that's the real me, yeah
[Outro]
Me and all my goons in the bando
Listenin' to some old school Jay and Jaz-O
Just got new cocaine before I saw you
You gon' have to take a fuckin' sample
Listenin' to some old school Jay and Jaz-O
And we still get the cocaine from Fernando
Prescriptions got me feelin' beaucoup shallow
I ain't got no ceilings in my castle
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I Can’t Feel My Face[Intro]
Yeah
Uh-huh
The fuck was I thinking?
Drought 3, bitch
Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt
What you know 'bout it?
You dig?
Weezy's the name, money's the game
Already

[Verse 1]
Hardbody, motherfucker, got the heart of a killer
Young God in the building, 'bout to start a religion
'Bout to call Bin Laden up and order some missiles
Bring 'em straight to your block and go to war with you bitches
If you hit the head, then the rest fall in position
Shoot a nigga on his porch, and make him fall in his kitchen
Copped a big-boy Porsche with all the specifics
And I keep that torch, baby—call me "Olympics"
Red, white, blue pill, flip my skills like gymnasts
And never give a bitch money, blood, or kidneys
When the gun goes "Pow," I be at the finish
With my medal 'round my neck, autograph on my tennis
The land of the murder, dope, crack, and syringes
Pull up on you in the coupe—how fat is your engine?
Never talk to those that sat on the benches
Boy, I was in the game on fourth-and-inches
These niggas want the business, I'ma give these boys the business
See you fucking with the boy that tote toys before Christmas
Got all these hoes tripping, got all these hoes stripping
And we ain't P$C, but them bitches know we tipping
I just bought a pint and ain't none of y'all sippin'
Make my friends buy they own—fuck, I'm tired of bein' friendly
Ain't gotta lie just to try to be wit me
Bitches up in Heaven waiting that done died to be with me
I'm crazy for being Wayne, or is Wayne just crazy?
I been around, I'm still around, like them Geico cavemen
Hairpin trigger—no, I won't shave it
I spot hip-hop in the ocean, I'm gon' save it
The South is so dirty, bitch, you can't bathe it
Hollygrove, dog, and I feel like matin'
Baby girl, your pussy lookin' so vacant
And it's "Fuck you" and "Fuck Georgia Bush," not Macon
Fuck "waist-deep," I'm in over my head
But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm good like Meagan
Your girl wants me to come 'round her like Reagan
Your boyfriend is softer than the carton the eggs in
I don't fear nothing but God and weddings
At the top of my paper, like I'm starting a heading
My homie, Santana—yeah, that's my ace
But you may know us as "I Can't Feel My Face"
[Interlude]
Yeah
Weezy, bitch!
Don't give a fuck about you at all!
I'm paid
Been that way for a long time
Looks like I'ma die like that
'Cause if I ain't, I'ma just die
Haha

[Verse 2]
Yeah! See, they don't know where I came from
But they know where I'm goin'
And I'ma tell you just how the top feels when I'm on
In the game I'm no cheetah, I'm a tiger, I'm a cougar
I'm a panther, I'm a Bengal: Ochocinco
I'm illy, shirt softer than Gillie
In a pair of Gucci flops, feeling freer than Willie
When them niggas left I, it got a little bit chilly
But I just let it burn like the end of the Philly—Weezy!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Live Life[Intro: DJ Drama]
DJ Drama for life
A Tribe Called Weezy
DJ Drama, fuck these niggas up

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm a live my life, have my fun, act like I don't give a fuck
Live my life, have my fun, smoke like I don't give a fuck
Live my life, have my fun, fuck that shit, you only get one
Fuck that shit, I gotta sip some
I gotta bitch leaving, I gotta bitch coming (Aye)
I'm getting more pop on my skateboard
Niggas don't want me to pop like a bungee cord
I got my redbone head gone
That Bugatti go skirt like the legs showing
You think you street? I'm a jaywalker
I'm a basket case, where the fucking lawyer?
Yeah, Tunechi Li in this motherfucker
Niggas fuck with me in this motherfucker
I'ma smoke 'em until I get lung trouble
And these... niggas saying they the truth
But your pants on fire
Like I was born in the pool
I came up from the bottom
I'm a live my life, have my fun, skate like I don't give a fuck
Keep a brand new bitch, bout to get her ribbon cut
Rich, but I ain't rich enough
Your bitch is down, you bitchin up
Rolls Royce, topless, it's about to get titty fucked
[Verse 2: Euro]
Okay, live my life, have no fun, 'less you give my niggas some
Live my life, what the fuck, can't recall me giving one
Live my life, have my fun, fuck like I don't give a fuck
And question, who the realest niggas?
Okay, that's a given one
Well welcome to the murder show
Show starts when the curtains close
Pass the scalpel to me, on my open-hearted surgeon flow
Why are all these coppers trippin?
Bitches down there, searching clothes
Yeah, I'm drinking stupid
What the fuck you think I'm swerving for?
Look, I be with that nigga from New Orleans
Who be asking if you heard me, even though he wasn't talking
Seen a straight chick do some dyke shit and didn't pause
And she was probably brokenhearted
I'm so gone, I probably caused it
I'm just saying
They ain't fucking with me
Bet they talking bout murdering me
But, look, Tune, I just don't see the killer in these niggas
2Pac's hologram was realer than these niggas

[Verse 3: T@]
I'm a get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck
Get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck
Get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck
Rudy Gays up on the coupe, and Black Mambas on the Truck
I'm a dream chaser for stacking cheddar
I'm in my Olympic Dream Team's Retros Number 7s
What you know about getting money?
Hop out the coupe, I got your bitch in there, I leave the engine running
I hit the block, talk shit, roll a few stogies
Pop a bar, kill a lil' time on my Rollie
David Copperfield, I make a hundred disappear
Like I know magic, but ball like Jordan
Nigga hating on my new deal, James Harden
I guess cause I'm the shit, and you lil' niggas fartin'
With the weed, I did coke numbers, real talk
A buck fifty every three months, real talk
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
W-T-F, what the fuck nigga?
Tell them fuck niggas get the fuck nigga
Now who the fuck is with the fuck nigga?
It's just us, it's just us nigga
We the fuss nigga
That's a plus nigga
And we don't fuck with snitches trying to bust niggas
So tell them fuck niggas get the fuck nigga
I'm a live my life, have my fun, skate like I don't give a fuck
Live my life, have my fun, act like I don't give a fuck
Get this money, live my life, and ball like I don't give a fuck
Smoke weed with the windows up
High as fuck, but inching up
Pussy niggas tensing up
Are these niggas men or what?
I got your bitch antennas up
Money talks, your minutes up
You can judge us, but don't sentence us
Blow me like the wind would gust
We trukfit and we supered up
W-T-F, who to fuck?

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
And this, bitch I'm rolling with is cute
And her ass on fire
And the whole time, I ain't feel a tooth
Then I ate that pussy 'til I lost a diamond and I'm gone...14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Harden[Intro]
No cap

[Chorus]
She love me or leave me
I gave her a reason, she don't want a reason
She don't wanna see me, she don't wan' believe me
I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin', my heart ain't even beatin'
Just talked to the reaper, he put me on speaker, he told me to keep ya

[Verse 1]
I know I ain't perfect
Got shit I need to work on, a nigga been workin'
I know you uncertain
You ride for me and I drive you crazy and I know I've been swervin'
I know you've been nervous, I know I've been reckless
And now you all heartless, and now it's all worthless
I don't deserve ya, you don't deserve this
I turned a blessing into a burden
I'm really sorry, I know it don't fix it
A nigga been wishin' that I could reverse it
I know it don't help it, I know I look selfish
And looks are deceiving, but you lookin' further
And you lookin' past me, I'm just a has-been
How did this happen? What is the current? Where's your endurance?
You actin' like you've never been in love, like you just a tourist
Shit was the purest 'til you got curious
You know that love don't come with insurance
I blame the jurists who put me on trial
They was sick of your smile, now we just cured 'em
That got me furious, people that knew of us
Tell me they sorry, I said that make two of us
Wonder what ruined 'em
Wonder how beautiful you look at your wedding when I'm at my funeral, goddamn
[Interlude]
(Love me or leave me)
Love me or leave me
(Let me go my own way)

[Chorus]
She love me or leave me
I gave her a reason, she don't want a reason
She don't wanna see me, she don't wan' believe me
I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin', my heart ain't even beatin'
Just talked to the reaper, he put me on speaker, he told me to keep ya
So I tried to call, but I couldn't reach ya, you blocked my number
I feel like James Harden, you blocked my jumper, goddamn

[Verse 2]
Who you lovin', who you wanna be fuckin'?
Since it ain't me, just tell lil' homie he lucky, I'm lonely for nothing
I'm starin' at the phone and the button to call 'em to come in
I'm starin' at the walls, I been punchin' these walls, did me nothin'
I'm thinkin' 'bout the ball I've been fumblin' when stars were abundant
Then shit happened, and all of the sudden the toilet start flushing
Try to avoid the confrontin', enjoy the consumption
With outside noise and seduction, it's harder to function
Look up at the angels, they hoverin', they show me the light
They told me that I know that I'm wrong, but I don't know what's right, goddamn
[Pre-Chorus]
(Love me), you must hate me (Or leave me)
Love me or leave me
(Let me go my own way)

[Chorus]
She love me or leave me
I gave her a reason, she don't want a reason
She don't wanna see me, she don't wan' believe me
I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin', my heart ain't even beatin'
Just talked to the reaper, he put me on speaker, he told me to keep ya
So I tried to call, but I couldn't reach ya, you blocked my number
I feel like James Harden, you blocked my jumper, goddamn, Funeral4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Prom Queen[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I loved her fancy underwear, I sit behind her every year
Waiting for the chance to get to tell her
I'm the one she should be with
She's popular wit all the guys, so innocent in my eyes
I can see her in my life, she woulda had the world if she were mine
But see, she had other plans, I couldn't understand
Her and her stupid friends, Varsity's biggest fans
Never forget the day she laughed and walked away
And I couldn't stop her, I guess she had it all

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
She had it all figured out when she left me with a broken heart
Fucked around and turned me down
'Cause she didn't think I could play the part
But now the prom queen, the prom queen
Is cryin', sittin' outside of my door
See you never know how
How everything can turn around

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
They loved her fancy underwear, every boyfriend, every year
She tried to keep them entertained
When they can hardly remember her name
She did everything she could just to make them laugh and treat her good
She finds herself alone, askin' herself, where did she go wrong
She didn't realize she chased the type of guys
That don't believe in ties, tryin' to apologize
Never forget the day she left and walked away
And I couldn't stop her, I guess she had it all
[Chorus]
She had it all figured out when she left me with a broken heart
Fucked around and turned me down
'Cause she didn't think I could play the part
But now the prom queen, the prom queen
Is cryin', sittin' outside of my door
See you never know how
How everything can turn around

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
Yeah
Oh
Uh
Uh

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Shanell]
She had it all figured out when she left me with a broken heart
Fucked around and turned me down
'Cause she didn't think I could play the part
But now the prom queen, the prom queen
Is cryin', sittin' outside of my door
See you never know how
How everything can turn around13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Knockout[Intro]
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Hey, Barbie, are-are-are are you into black men?
Hey-hey-hey, hey, Barbie!
Hey, I could be your black Ken (Wow!)
Cause once you go black, you never go back
She wear her hair black, with curls in the back
Then she threw that ass back back back
Then I fell to the mat
And after that, everything went black

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
Baby, one-two-three, tell 'em get the referee
Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout)
Get the telephone please, it's an emergency
Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Hey, Barbie, can I call you Barbara
Hey, Barbie, yeah can I call you tomorrow and today
Cause once you go black, you never go back
And when she go to Wayne, everybody else is whack
Then she threw that ass back back back, then I fell to the mat
And after that, everything went black
[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
Baby, one-two-three, tell 'em get the referee
Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout)
Get the telephone please, it's an emergency
Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout)

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Awww, fuck it! Give me that damn bucket
When when I throw this pussy you better not start duckin'
Oh, yo, hit-hit 'em with the blow
Look-look out in the crowd and everybody's yellin' no
Grab him by his locks and give us a good box
Then hit him below the belt I wanna give him good top
Top-top, give him good top
Hit him below the belt I want to give him good top
One-two-three they yellin' one-two-three
I done hit 'em with that motherfuckin' crunk two-piece
Tell 'em, tell 'em to mop out, too late to copout
Give 'em more head than toupees, that's the knockout

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
Baby, one-two-three, tell 'em get the referee
Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout)
Get the telephone please, it's an emergency
Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout)
[Breakdown/Outro: Lil Wayne]
So just knock me out
So just knock me out
Damn, just knock me out
So just knock me out, just knock me out
Just knock me out
Just knock me out
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Brake Up[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Bangladesh
No Ceilings, motherfucker
Hahaha, yeah
Uh-huh, all right
Uh-huh, all right, ugh

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Nice tires on the 'Ghini, you should wanna king me
Brain-dead flow: vegetable, zucchini
I live on the beach; she walk around in her bikini
Girls are like school, and I cut ‘em like seniors
I’m here to distinguish the bears from the penguins
Life is just a gap—get some money in between it
Glocks like police, pumps like Finas
This beat getting totaled: Pam, Keisha, Kima
S—Sitting on the world, thinking 'bout a girl
Pistol on my side, paint you like a mural
Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party
Be cool 'fore you get stomped and pulled out the party
H—Hollygrove shit, I'm on my Hollygrove shit
Looking for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick
Big-bad-flow Weezy, fuck the polices
Church, like a choir and a couple of old priestses
Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors
I'm not expecting you to have one inside yours, haha
Vince Young, suicide doors, haha
Life’s a bitch; now, die for her
[Verse 2: Short Dawg]
I have the type of flow niggas don’t have to like (Why's that?)
My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don’t have to write
(Oh, you ain't know?)
The way I’m eating, niggas wish they had my appetite (Ugh)
Straight up out of Texas and I’m major like Applewhite (Haha)
I pour four; then, I hit the exit door ('Bout to...)
Take a trip to Macy’s cop the whole second floor (Gimme that)
Whores smell the scent of money coming out my pores (Smell it?)
Yeah, my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy (Haha)
I made it from a flyer to the Forbes (See me?)
Young Elvis Freshley, yes, he flyer than a stork (Damn)
Dropping babies off in your chick's cheek (Ugh), kicks neat (Fresh)
Got your son looking up to me like I’m six feet (Haha)
Your daughter need someone to save her (What?), not me (Nah)
I’m knocking hoes down like Laila (Who?) Ali (Yeah)
Try he, and I'ma put the toaster to your kidney (Uh-huh)
Then, I pull off in a Bentley, top open like a chimney (Goddamn!)
Yeah, it’s No Ceilings, like a coliseum (No Ceilings)
Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea (That's nasty)
The way I'm leaning, I'ma nod if I stand still (Hold up)
Flow harder than an anvil, Short

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
OK, it's Gudda, ho! All about my bills like Buffalo
Your bitch under my sheets, I heard she was an undercover ho (Ha)
Purple got me moving slow, like I’m in a snail race
Pop, pop, pop, three shots to the head, then I pick up my shell case
Leave 'em with a pale face, yes, I am a Young Money goon
Your girl like a motion picture, she gon’ be coming soon
I do her something rude, I pop her like balloons
I pass her off to Millz, then drop her off to Tune (Ha)
Couple screws loose, you don't want to play with him
This is No Ceilings, bitch, roofless like a stadium
We shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in
You want us in your club? Well, nigga, pay us then
All-grey BM, I’m getting it for my baby M
She told me get the money and count it for me when I rake it in
Don’t play no games, ho, you know my name, ho
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Off Day[Intro: Lil Wayne]
She don't call me Tunechi no more, she call me bae

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Oh, I don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face
'Cause I'm in the club goin' up, on a weekday
I got an off day tomorrow, I'ma sleep late
I brought a bad bitch too, she got a beef cake
And she go each way, she need a teammate
I got a bad bitch at home makin' me plates
She lock the door, set the alarm, and text me she safe
I got a big booty bitch with a petite waist
I get my back scratched up, she get her knees scraped
Then she ride that dick, oh, freeway
And now them titties sittin' nice, yeah, I wanna bite yeah
I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah
That's word to my right hand, that's my mic hand
Shorty with the nice ass needs some flight plans
I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back
Hold up, uhh

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Now we suckin', and fuckin', and suckin', and fuckin'
And suckin' and fuckin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin'
She got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her like bubble
We tonguin', we fuckin', we tonguin', we fuckin', I'm cumin'
[Verse 1: Flow, Lil Wayne & Both]
I got a bitch named Vanessa (Ooh)
She like how I finesse her (Yeah)
I'm comfortable by her
I put my pistol on her dresser
Had a threesome with her sister (Oh)
They thought I was scared to ask them (Oh)
Bust a nut then hit the bathroom (Oh)
Grab the towel and clean my mess up (Oh)
I be swaggin' on these hoes (Ooh)
I ain't laughin' with these hoes (Woo)
I would crack your fuckin' skull before I crack a fuckin' joke
Got some OG straight from Cali (Oh)
And some backwoods from the store (Oh)
Got a message from Lil Tune
And he sent pictures of your hoe
Man, we got groupies in the hallway
Set that dick all on her forehead
Bet there's roaches in my ash tray
Bitches buggin', get the OFF! spray
Girl, I fuck with you the long way (Bah)
Give me blow jobs on your off day (Wah)
Give me blow jobs on your off day (Wow)
Give me blow jobs on your off day, uh

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Oh, I don't give a fuck about all of these hoes in my face
My bitch in the club going up, on a weekday
I see the bitch you came with, I made a stink face
She said her last little boo was such a cheapskate
I put my arm around her shoulder, told her she straight
She ate the dick like Minnie Mouse eat cheese cake
She don't call me Tunechi no more, she call me bae
I said, oh you got that torch, still I take precaution
I told her I ain't none of the suckers she been involved with
I fuck her till she's exhausted, pussy tastin' like frosting
Then she get on her knees like she b-b-beggin' my pardon
That's word to my right hand, that's my dice hand
Pop that pussy like a price tag 'til I white flag, alright
[Bridge:  Flow, Lil Wayne & Both]
I like smokin' with my bitches, so I pass the blunt to Brittany (Ooh)
Bitches think that I'm a Hot Boy, I got dope dick, bitch, I'm B.G
Gettin' BJ's from your BM while the DJ play my CD
Got a bitch up in the bed gon' make it squirt and touch the TV
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt, I just ditched your bitch
She ain't wanna suck my dick, she say she gave it up for lent
That's why I fuck with her the long way, ate that pussy on the first date
Give me BJ's on your off day, give me blow jobs on your off day, oh

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Ooh, ooh, and now we suckin', and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin'
And suckin' and fuckin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin'
Oh yeah, she got that hoppita, hoppita, I love it like bubble
We tonguin' and fuckin' and oh I...

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Oh, I don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face
Cause I'm in this bitch goin' up, on a weekday
I got an off day tomorrow, I'ma sleep late
I brought a bad bitch too, she got a beef cake
And she go each way, she need a teammate
I got a bad bitch at home that never debate
Sendin' pictures to my phone when she masturbate
I got a big booty bitch that keep her peak shape
I get my back scratched up, she get her knees scraped
And then she surf that dick like a heatwave
And now them titties sittin' right, yeah, I wanna bite, yeah
I could fuck you right, yeah, all night, yeah
That's word to my right hand, that's my knife hand
And shorty with them tight pants need some flight plans
I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back, your ass
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
And now we suckin', and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin'
And suckin', and fuckin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin'
Oh, she got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her like bubble
We tonguin', we fuckin', we tonguin' we fuckin', I'm cummin'

[Outro: Lil Wayne (with Flow)]
Gettin' BJ's from your B-M while the DJ play my CD
Give me BJ's on your off day, give me blow jobs on your off day
Oh yeah, she don't call me Tunechi no more, she call me bae40EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Too Young[Intro]
No Ceilings

[Chorus 1]
I walk in, I walk in, I walk in with goons
I'm parkin' Ferrari, I started like "vroom"
I'm staggerin', I'm flaggin', I'm actin' a fool
Pour up, yeah
I'm sipped out, I'm knocked out in my house all day
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up, like "ayy"
I pull up, I pull up and I fade away
That's NBA, yeah

[Verse 1]
Uh, I used to have braids but I still got the hoes, yeah
I loosen my brakes and I still got control, err
I remember the day that I got the Azure, mm
Back when them hoes was wearing Juicy Couture, yeah
Back when niggas was still wearing Velour, eh
When shit got out of hand, my hands was full, I'm
Going through some shit, yeah, but you know I ain't broke up
Just talked to Ms. Cita, she told me, "Stay focused"
I said, "Alrighty then," gotta make up my mind again
Fuck the bullshit, the fake and the counterfeit
Gotta shake it like Iverson, gotta take out my pocket lint
And make something out of it, like a scientist
Be creative and confident; no vacation, just power trips
Limo tint, limo tint 5 percent, Louie V moccasins
Treat her cat like a lioness, I’m on my Mufasa shit
Yeah, I'm saucy like pasta, bitch, I'm talking all kinda shit
Yeah, and I got that Flakka dick, them bitches be out of it
And I be OT with my bro T and Lil Hoody and Skateboard E
And that's my niggas, we fly niggas
With shotguns under both wings
We going up, pouring up
These niggas be ho-ing up
Ain't no peace, we chop off both fingers
I got that dope dick, your bitch is a dope fiend
I got the tattoos, all I need is the nose ring
Pour party at my place, more codeine than chlorine
Spraying at your head like some fucking Afro Sheen
[Chorus 2]
And I'm a Martian, I'm marching on the stars and moon
I come through in something without a roof
Staggerin', I'm flaggin', I'm reppin' Suwu
Yeah, Blood Gang
Look, I hop out, they watch how I hop out the Wraith
I spend it, I spend it, make it back next day
I pull up, I pull up, and I fade away
That's NBA, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I’m my mama’s son
And when I started thuggin', I was young
When I started cussin', I was one
Mama put that soap on my tongue

[Outro]
And when I started hustlin', I was twelve
And then I started pumpin' like the Shell
And when I started fuckin', I was young
And when I started cuppin', I was sprung
And then I started druggin', it was fun
Fuckin' with that honey, I got stung
And when I go out clubbin', I be numb
Started out from nothin', just some crumbs
Started up from nothin', just some crumbs
And now I got a bakery, yum, yum
And now I see the fakery, now I see the snakery
All I got is two words: blum, blum
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Live from 504[Intro]
Dro, fuck with me! (C Gutta!) Yeah

[Verse]
Live from the 504
It's Mr. Crazy Flow, jumping like a bungee, no rope
Even in the dungeon, I glow; even if it ain't sunny, I glow
If it ain't about money, I go... nowhere—I'm nailed to the floor
Money controls where I go, it is the sail to my boat
And it's going down, it's going down, like there's a whale in the boat
See, you can smell that I smoke, and yep, I sip that lean
You hit me with that combination, it make my eyes bleed
I'm a shark in the water, yep, I swim with the big
So I don't have time to deal with Willie the Squid
L—L—Lilypad niggas, l—l—look at the monster
Y—Y—You don't want to crash, like "La-La-La Bamba"
See it's me, Ronnie, and Terry, and my new drop is berry
Watermelon-plum: just call it "fruit punch"
I'm an old rapper getting new bucks
And all you new rappers, you just new lunch (New lunch)
Flow sick, so sick, need a doc, yes
A creature, monster, like the Loch Ness
I gets hotter by the tock, before I sizzle to death
I just tell the clock, "Gimme a sec"
In the middle of the war—where my enemy at?
I'm running this bitch, like Eric Bieniemy back
'Cause e'ery time I hit a track, I'm like an energy pack
The instruments are crying out, "Where the sympathy at?"
Yeah, if you betting money, baby, him'll be back
Whatever legends look like, bitch, I'm finna be that
I walked right in hip-hop, like, "Where my dinner be at?"
I ate that, and I was like, "Where my dinner be at?"
I hate that women lie, so I lie to them back
Got two bitches in my pants—quiet? Neither them that
A lot of bitches want dick, I give a lot of them that
Let's do a pill, I can fuck you for an hour with that
And to the kids, drugs kill—I'm acknowledging that
But when I'm on a drug, I don't have a problem with that
And my niggas got guns the size of toddlers, biatch
And we aiming right at your fucking collar, biatch—pow!30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Thought It Was a Drought[Intro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne]
Shout to Mack Maine!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hood boss, what's up?
6, 6, 6 (Gangsta Grizz-ills!)

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Big body on brabus, that's all I know
Big shotties in the closet, that's all I wore
Screaming "money over power," quote, un-quote
And if the bread get too low, kidnap John Doe (Hold up)

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I just fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip flops
I'm smoking on that loud and you can hear a pin drop (Hold up)
I just kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her mouth (Yeah)
Swimming in my money, I smell chlorine when I count (Get 'em)

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Skating and mating, I'm spinning like Daytons
I'm winning like Peyton, I'm Christian like Laettner
I'm putting some straightener into all of these Satans
I'm wilder than Nathan, Goliath on David
I'm quietly waiting, I'm trying to be patient
But they want me to wait for Simon to say it
But I am too faded, so talk to my agent
Or they talk about you to your congregation
Man, no conversation or negotiation
No affiliation by association
I need confirmation for my compensation
Or we make a corpse out of your corporation
I need my donation, take drugs in rotation
That AK gon' sound like a standing ovation
They landing your facial, bandanna, rosacea
I'm all about numbers, comparisons, ratios
Collateral, collateral
Xanax and Adderall got me unparalleled
Me and your bitch compatible
Go together like a parachute and a "geronimo"
This dick is mechanical
But he get too casual up in the vaginal
I pop a Viag-a-ra, she hop like a kangaroo
Suck like a snaggle-tooth
I ain't got time for no rumors
When I am not human, or you men, I'm booming
I'm fucking her, fucking her roomie
I'm platinum versus aluminum, I'm shrooming
I visualize what I'm assuming, my vision is gloomy
But fuck it, I zoom in and now I see movement
And I'd like to thank all the niggas that schooled me
But I still might shoot up my class reunion
I'm sipping that Houston like it's communion
Smoking some weed, bright as a petunia
I'm walking around Miss America
Like I'm the King, King of Zamunda
Been hanging around with my shooters
When you was still hanging out with Mr. Cooper
Which one of you niggas want beef?
I'm putting your name all inside the chalupa
Money since the Mayans, thuggin' since the riots
Six, exemplifyin', higher than Orion
Lion off the diet, eat the whole safari
Pop a cork or body, keep it soft and sour
Watch the market tower
Find a wooden counter, knock on it twice and count 'em
Competition, clown 'em, opposition chowder
Watch the bitches shower, optimistic mama
Common sense ain't common, top position scholar
So far from the bottom, they can't hear me holler
All I say is our, all I say is our, our father
My lil' bae a model, pussy taste like cobbler
Make me "As-salamu alaykum" about her
What more can I say about her? Pray about it
I just race the 'Rari, left it way behind me, taste the mileage
Loud-ass blatant diamonds, I think they the loudest
Waking zombies
Break a face or promise, give me steak lasagna, hate your honor
Still my mama's baby; and my baby mamas, they some riders
Can't deflate them tires, I'm still chasing commas
Nigga I made Big Tymers
And I'm still taking time to make it timeless
Dedication problems
Sick shit, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah...
[Skit: Lil Wayne]
The nicest thing a fan can say to me when they approach me on the street is any fucking thing true, anything real. You know what I mean, that's the nicest thing. I mean like, even if its cliché, cliché I can still tell when that cliché was straight from your heart and that's all you could think about, all you could think to say when you saw me or if you meant it, like even if it's that, like I said just when it's real. You know why? 'Cause sometimes people can say things that's so real to them that they don't even know that, you know what I mean, some of the things they are saying isn't fact, you know what I mean, official. But you know, things like so what I mean like example: you might walk up on somebody, I might walk up on somebody on the street and they might, uh, they might... shout out the valet from today, umm well yesterday, shout out the valet from yesterday, before you opened the door of my car, you're looking in my eyes, you're a young cat too, you look me in the eyes and you say ahh, and he couldn't, his English wasn't all that, he said: I like the new album, I really like the new project, and I said to him I was like thank you man, he meant that, 'cause he looked me in my eyes and he even opened my door before he said it, you know what I mean, so I was like damn you know when I got in the car I was like damn it's not a project. You know what I mean I don't even consider that, it's damn sure not an album just a mixtape, you know what I mean, but to him that was real, that shit was real, could be a project not an album, so shout out to homie. I slid him a nice little tip you know what I mean4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Kush[Hook]
Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh
Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh
Yeah, now how ya like me now

[Verse 1]
Got the hog on two-six
Press a button, watch the motherfucker do tricks
I don't know what you on, but I'm on some new shit
While your bitch is on my dick like a glue stick
I got a grill, I don't have to get my tooth fixed
The tooth fairy would retire if I lose it
Straight out the clip, that's how I spit, like an Uzi
You can't find me 'cause I'm lost in the music
I'm running this, and I can jump the hurdles
I'm feeling like I'm racing a bunch of little turtles
Keep a bandana like the Ninja Turtles
I'm like a turtle when I sip the purple

[Hook]
And I smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
And I ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh
And we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
And we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh
So how ya like me now
[Verse 2]
Buck-sixty on the dash, I'mma do two
Captain Crunch, these niggas is Froot Loops
That's why your girl wanna fuck me and my group too
And I'mma make her back it up like 'droop shoop'
I'm the Birdman Junior, I gotta do coupes
I hop up out that motherfucker, holler "Soowoo"
Hollygrove 17, I'm from the Zoo Crew
You would think every animal in the zoo loose
(Fuck with me) I'm on that screw juice
But I keep my shit together, not a screw loose
Yeah, word to my Gucc' boots
I'm higher than a new suit

[Hook]
'Cause we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh
Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Uh-huh, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh
Now how ya like me now

[Verse 3]
Buck-forty on a ring that I don't really wear
But I bet it light up the night like the city fair
The shit ain't fair
I didn't have to go there
But all this ice got me feelin' like a polar bear
I'm so aware
I'm so prepared
I'm so fly I will take off into the open air
Liftoff
Cristal
Please
Crackers with cheese
Nigga please
We on J-E-Ts
Like Curtis Martin in white and green
I'm... lightin', lightin', light the thing, light the thing
No reggie man
[Hook]
You know I smoke that kush
And I ball like swoosh
You know I smoke that kush
And I ball like swoosh
Now how you like me now?14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Way I’m Ballin’[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got shotguns under my staircase
Rob yo ho ass bare face
Been had this bitch on lock, I’m bout to get this bitch a cellmate
All my life I been this cold
All my nights I spend with hoes
I keep change on me now
‘Cus this shit’s startin to take a toll
I just flew 2 hoes in, oh how time flies, clip its wings
Make you spit that safe combination, out like Listerine
And even though I’m not an artist this is where I draw the line
We don’t feel none of you niggas
Y'all some fuckin porcupines
I still got residue all on my dinner plates
Real niggas in my inner circle
None of my checks come late, I ain’t having that, I give em curfews
Dressed up like a old lady, uzi under my church dress
Surprise yo ass like a baby… taking his first steps
I’m too good for just any bad bitch
Smoke like I’ve been kissing dragons
That milk carton show her missing panties
That pussy felt like a hidden valley
Thank God that I’m so gifted
I wouldn’t return a single gift
But all good things must come to an end
Like this blunt burning my fingertips
Lil' Tune
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
This ain’t what you want
Put that gun to yo ho head
Make her tell me what you don’t
Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones
Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw!
Neil Armstrong aw! Neil Armstrong
Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong!
Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones
Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw!

[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Striper pole on the yacht
Striper pole in my spot
I got yo girl in my condo
Bitch I’m ballin like Rondo
Flexin ranches up in Texas
I know it’s a blessing but I don’t know what’s a recession
If we talkin mew mew’s, Jimmy Choos and Giuseppe she got it
I star 6-7, my flights I fly private
I’m a walkin hedge fund
I copped a 62 for leg room
This bitch text saying her lights off
I bought her a new crib, it’s a tax write-off

[Hook: Future]
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Foreva
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Hold it
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Step up in this kitchen
Just step back take a look at me
Listen , that Ferrari unreleased
Stop being so defensive, I’m making real decisions
That’s the reason why we winning
We flying, we finished
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Rich Gang, we drop feathers to vall
Rich Gang ball 'till you fall
We hit the block dippin cuz the block hot
Record sales, ship it from the Hard Knox
Live it like we live it twice
Ballin with them bright lights
Bad bitches stand tall
Bad bitches want em all
Hella choppas on the surface
Mansion on the beach, nigga that’s the purpose
Blow it cuz the swag is perfect
First class flights, nigga we done murked em

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Magnolia (Freestyle)[Intro]
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

[Verse 1]
Ugh, in New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I *blatttt!*
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Yeah, Stunna number blocked
This New Orleans milly rock, let 'em milly rock
Me and woe don't really rock, evidently not, brrrr
Yuh, tell 'em it's the ROC
In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks
I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
I did a show with Ja
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped
Man, when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon' drop
The bitches' drawers gon' drop and then the calls gon' drop
Hello? I ball too hard, they flop, woah
And all of these bitches got ass, how did they get it so fast?
They ain't have that in the past, I still smash
In L.A., they gettin' shots, bitch I know the docs
M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock
[Chorus]
Hol' up, I ain't from the 'Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah

[Verse 2]
And I fuck these hoes
If I don't doze
Off on that drank
If I do, bitch, you to blame, coochie lame
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
Big bank, take lil' bank, you know the game
All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter
The fireman and firestarter, need water
Woo, all of your bitches, they poo
All of my bitches, they're new
They got more bitches than you, all of these hoes in cahoots
But my bitch keep me in the loop
She blow me like hot Campbell's soup
My woadies come out like a troop, innocent bystander, oops
Enjoying my financial fruits, I'm in a pineapple coupe
Passin' you up like juke, turnin' heads like a screw
Give that ho a tip, enough to buy a whip
Give that ho some sip, she fall asleep, I dip
I'm rich, bitch, Money, Mitch
What's in that, bag?
14 bricks (You got 14 bricks in that bag?)
Used to, used to drive a Masi'
Used to be locked up, with the dude that stalked Ashanti
Used to be in Hollygrove with goons that caught them bodies
Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
Tell your bitch I'm Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley
I'm kamikaze-in' you niggas, Ronda Rousey
It's New Orleans, Milly Rock, Trukfit to the socks
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't dropped, uh
Waitin' for Carter 5 to drop, uh
It's the, it's the Roc, uh
Tell them bitches it's the Roc, yeah, yeah
I'm throwin' up the Roc, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain't from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Beat Without Bass[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I got my capital S-W-agger up
You dig?
Young Money Cash Money DipSet Byrdgang
We a team baby (Freekey!)
Welcome to DipSet, baby

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Okay, my leather so soft but don't think I ain't hard
Bitch say Weezy make it rain, I say bitch I ain't God
But I am God's son, but you know I ain't Nas
See, he got a positive aim, and I aim nines
Man, little Weezy got a style that even I can't find
Man, some shit just be so hard, I be like that line ain't mine
And if that is under a gram, then that line ain't mine
And if you niggas talking war, well bitch, it's combat time
Hey, I take three l's to the head: Love, Live, Life, and I'm dead
Young Money, Dipset, that's what this is
And if I ain't good looking, you can bet my bitch is
I done made it off Apple Street like it was 2300 Jackson Street
Young Money, can't join 'em nor beat 'em
Where the fuck is Robin Leach when you need him?
A rich nigga can't even buy freedom
That's why I give my white bitches everything but freedom
I do my white bitches anything but beat 'em
And if they like rat poison, then I'mma feed 'em
I'm sophisticated, fresh from Antarctica my wrist just made it
I'm rich bitch, I ain't broke no more
But I will still chop you up and feed your ass to the poor
I'm 'bout my cream like a s'more
You old ass rappers better stay on tour
You're like 44, I got a 44, I'm 24
I could murk you and come home when I'm 44
[Chorus]
What's a beat without bass
Chain hangin to the dick nigga all them diamonds in her face
Homie get in dip's face so I'mma show u 38s
When we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass
What's a beat without bass
Chain hangin to the dick nigga all them diamonds in her face
Homie get in dip's face so I'mma show u 38s
When we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass

[Verse 2: Jha Jha]
Dade county get it girl
5 ridas wit a girl
U don?t want no problems don?t u kno we ridin wit it girl
Dudes love me say I got a hell of a swag
See me hoppin out them coups benz bentleys and jags
With balenciaga bags in some lil skimpy shit
Got a lil bitty ass so they focus on my tits
Its the jewels that I wear and the gleam on my wrist
And she rock her real hair run yo fingers through this shit
I am somethin like the shit and yo nigga I will pimp
U ain't got my money honey hit em with a hollow tip
See Freekey is crazy insane and hazy
And that?s my big brotha so do not try to play me
Its gon be somethin shawty
The set is in the buildin throw yo b's up shawty
Patrone is in my system and dat switched up shawty
The zone is where I?m gettin when Im geeked up homie
Yeaaa
[Chorus]
What's a beat without bass
Chain hangin to the dick nigga all them diamonds in her face
Homie get in dip's face so I'mma show u 38s
When we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass
What's a beat without bass
Chain hangin to the dick nigga all them diamonds in her face
Homie get in dip's face so I'mma show u 38s
When we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass

[Verse 3: Freekey Zekey]
This Is How We Ride
So High Drunk Drive
Bet The Pistol Grip Get Em Gangstas Ballas
We Them Chedda Makin Villians
Shorty Get Me Right
Got A Big Mossberg And Dat Fire From Them Shells Make U Stop Drop And Pop It
Cock That Hammer Send A Rocket
Blow A Socket I Won't Stop It
Go Go Rocket Hit Ya Body
[?] To His Pocket
So Its Profit Of This Poppin
Cause Yo Mouth To Take The Profit
[?]
Get The Shells And Nuthin Less Between
Dont Even Call Em Burnas We Call Em Shucky Duckys
We Grizzlies We Teletubbies
Get Busy Wit Heavy Money
U Said He Probly All Funky
U Probly Some Type Of Junky
I Probly Sold U The Monkey
Listen Fall Back Bitch U Don't Wanna Get Stripped
U Don't Wanna See He Dip Strip F**k Yo Bitch
U Don't Wanna See Yo Jaw Crack
Barrell From The Smith That Pain'll Probly Make Yo Body Twitch Shit
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Pour Up[Hook]
Chinese AK just do what I say and nobody die
I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot
I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot
Me and my niggas, we go up a lot
We so up, you not
D'usse, D'usse, when I get home I'mma throw up these shots
When I got home I was so drunk I knocked
So drunk I knocked and the door was unlocked
Went in the kitchen and grabbed me a pop
Got my codeine and I poured up a lot
I pour up a lot

[Verse 1]
I pour up a lot
I got more than a doc, my soda gonna pop
Strong as boulders and rocks
My shoulders gon' drop, you know I know I'm so high
I could have swore I saw Pac
Could have swore I saw Spock
My motor don't stop
I stay on my feet, no hole in my socks
You know I'm on deck, when there's snow, I'm on top
I'm stored up on stock
I'm way up, but I'm sure you're not shocked
Cause you know how I rock
And you know that it's cocked
The .44 with the dot
I'm a pro with the Glock, don't you go to the cops
Or your throat gon' get chopped
Then your folks gon' get got then your ho gon' get shot
Kiss that ho if she hot
Hitting notes on my cock like Do Re Mi Fa
And all you lookin' ass niggas look at me now
I'm sure you gon' watch, you boring, I'm not
I'm scoring a lot, ignoring the thots
I'm pouring a lot, taste like euphoria, uh
Russian AK, do what I say and nobody die
I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot
I pour up a lot
I sew up the block, make you go off the block
I'm getting twisted with 2 bad bitches in my bedroom
Leave them hoes in a knot
Stomach in knots, thought I need some drank
I'm stuck in my bed and the dopeman said all he got is red
If I don't do red, Lord, I don't do red
I don't do yellow, no, I don't do that
I don't do Qualitest, I don't do Hi-Tech
I need that Act
I don't do yellow cause it make me scratch
As soon as I seen niggas sippin' green
I was like, "where they do that"
Bring that shit back, let me bring this shit back
[Hook]
Chinese AK do what I say and nobody die
My soda so dirty, I can't even lie
When I need peace of mind I just pour up a lot
I pour up a lot
Me and my niggas, we go up a lot
We so up, you not
D'usse, D'usse, when I get home, I'ma throw up these shots
When I got home I was so drunk I knocked
So drunk I knocked and the door was unlocked
Went to the kitchen and grabbed me a pop
Didn't even measure, just poured up a lot
I pour up a lot

[Verse 2]
I run in your building and hold up the spot
Give me what you got, the keys and the gwuap
Make everyone get on their knees and then count
My bitch talking 'bout kicking me out
Cause every time she want the soda we out
Bitch, I don't want no lip, I just want some mouth
I just want a sip, I don't wanna drown
I just want the lean, I don't wanna bounce
I just wanna chill, I don't want a crowd
I just want my check, I don't want a trial
I just want some neck, I don't want no mouth
She just wanna love, I just want lounge
I just smoke loud, she just drink brown
I just drink purple, she just smoke hookah
Quit cigarettes, concerned ‘bout her future
I pour up a lot, past, present, future
Syrup and sprite, turn that shit fuschia
Hawaiian Punch, Alo-hallelujah
We got that white girl workin' like Hooters
My shooters don't listen
I tell 'em you cool, but still they don't listen
I cut on the news, and they say you missin'
And I can't stop grinnin' like, "nigga, we did it"
And they show police fishin'
And searching under bridges when they say no witness
I start hopping around like Jiminy Cricket
And I can't stop sippin'
And she can't stop stripping
Cause she got an infant and her man in prison
Lord, she can't stop ventin'
And I can't stop drifting, she worry a lot
And I pour me a lot
I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot
Don't know how to stop, I don't know how to stop so
I pour up a lot, pour up a lot
I pour up so much I don't know it's a lot
I pour more than a lot, I go over the top
[Outro]
(Oohh boy)
Yeah, again and again, etcetera
I pour, I pour up in
Cream  soda, Sprite, Seven-Up
Fuck it, here we go again
Medicine, medicine, yeah
I need that, I need script
I don't need no discount, I leave you a tip
They said that Actavis dead, that's bullshit
Well if so then I must be the exorcist
I don't know what you heard but you heard wrong
I got a swamp up in my Styrofoam
It can be room temperature or lukewarm
All I need is ice to make the perfect storm
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Tunechi’s Back[Intro]
Man, fuck these niggas

[Hook]
"Tunechi's back, Tunechi’s back"
That's all these bitches screaming that Tunechi’s back
All eyes on me; nigga, picture I’m rolling
Strapped up with that Mac, masked up like a goalie
Man, my bitch on that coke, she snorted four and a baby
Now, the bitch owe me; she sell that pussy and pay me
They saying "Tunechi’s back! Tunechi’s back!"
And I brought them twins with me, nigga, Click and Clack
Let's go

[Verse]
Out on bail, work on the scale
Put some change on your head, boy, you on sale
Yeah I'll see you in hell, pop-pop, get well
Make breakfast
'Cause I got you walking on egg shells
Xan with that lean
I ain't a begging motherfucker, but, nigga, please!
And I aim this motherfucker at your memories
And all my niggas Bloods, but we make you niggas bleed
Yeah, Bloody Mary
I’m the one with the money, so I ain't the one with the gun
All I do is give the word to the one with the gun
I’m triple OG, Fuque splitting a Sweet
Fuck bitches, get money—mission complete
Man, fuck these niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'em
These niggas pure pussy, pull a pearl out 'em
Yeah, I got a virgin, I call her Madonna
But I ain't trippin', her head is a monster
Yeah, we do this for real
Swear to God, I never shoot unless I’m shooting to kill
Young wild motherfucker, pop you and a pill
Boy, instead of writing raps, you should be writing your will
You a dead man
I get to poppin’ this bitch, watch where your head land
I ain't right, I swear to God, I need my head scanned
Stand up and eat that pussy while she on a headstand
I’m a dog, ho
Camo cargos, semi-auto
My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode, yeah!
Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac
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Ball Hard[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Taught my bitches how to whip it, now they whippin', fast learners
Chicken heads, whippin' chickens, I feel like a black colonel
Louis Vuitton, ballin' like Mr. Kareem Abdul-Jabaar
Saint Laurent, I been had the green light, I blew the horn
C'mon c'mon, fuck we waitin' on, my nigga? Move along
Grass is greener on the other side, I never do the lawn
Deepest water, Cita Carter made me feel like Peter Parker
Be a Dora, double R her, treat her like a Ford Explorer
See no evil, neither horror, my bitch eyes chinky, Kamora
Run a mile like Jackie Joyner, bitch should go read a thesaurus
Pretty Tony, Pretty Ricky, Ricky Martin, Martin Lawrence
Lawrence Taylor, Taylor Swift, tailor-made, made in China
Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga
Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German
Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga
Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinéad O'Connor, yeah
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German
[Verse 2: Lil Twist]
It's MULA baby, know you heard me, got the game, I'm talkin' early
Twizzy baby, got these bitches swallowin' babies, talkin' nurseries
Pocket pull up, Black Eyed Peas, the P from Perc has got me flirty
Model bitches tryna hurt me, broken mirrors, pull a Fergie
Oh my God, it's cocaina, Kim and Gina had to team up
Tried to run 'way from this dick and got subpoenaed, had to clean up
Got two strikes out in L.A., I get one more, then new Adidas
Niggas call me Hustle Westbrook, sellin' dope off in the bleachers
Niggas call me Hustle Westbrook, sellin' dope off in the bleachers
Trappin' off a walkie-talkie, ten-four, over, yeah, I read you
That my woadie, that my 'migo, gettin' loaded off sativa
Move the rock like Russell Westbrook, triple-double the whole season, woah

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German
Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga
Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinéad O'Connor, yeah
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German
Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga
Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Tha Block is Hot[Intro: Lil' Wayne]
Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Straight off the block, 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
Hollygrove 17th the hood where I was raised in (what, what, what)
Niggas bustin' heads and, runnin' duckin' Feds and (what)
Rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and
Hood fulla real niggas, twenty-four seven hustlers
(Ughhh) Until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward
No respect for no slut, and no money without power
We keepin' niggas hotter, ughhh, nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and "blocka" at every hour
Some niggas like that powder, foldin' up with that 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: Juvenile, (B.G.) & Lil' Wayne]
Nigga, you got that yayo? (Well cook something, nigga)
Nigga, you let them K's go? (Well bust somethin, nigga)
Are you duckin' that law? (You better run from 'em, nigga)
Are you playin' with that raw? (Well won't you front somethin', nigga)
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
[Verse 2: 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 hustlin' like it's legal
Soon as you get it, hot (skrrt!) there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
This everyday, at the spot where niggas murder off top, boy
It's the spot where they got fire girls and hot boys
We don't know what be goin' 'cause we so blunted from trees
And we'll be round ya all day 'til we "400 Degreez"
And you see when it get dark, nobody be on the porch
They got a nigga got on a scarf, he flippin' out off that raw
Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure (*beep beep*) your door is locked
'Cause this ain't nothin' proper, 'cause Tha Block issss hot

[Chorus: Juvenile, (B.G.) & Lil' Wayne]
Nigga, you got that yayo? (Well cook something, nigga)
Nigga, you let them K's go? (Well bust somethin, nigga)
Are you duckin' that law? (You better run from 'em, nigga)
Are you playin' with that raw? (Well won't you front somethin', nigga)
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
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
See watch your step on my set, gotta walk like, talk like
We done shot out all the street lights, so you can't see who we be like
And we like, to dress in all black up in my residence
Ain't got on no suits, cause we ain't tryin' to be presidents
And ever since the coke drought, niggas been on a trip y'all
So you better watch what y'all playin' with cause a nigga will try to flip y'all
They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug
Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug
It's street smarts, plenty niggas that keep sparks
When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts
Darling we sharks, you could come try to cheap talk
We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn
Go all out for that cake, won't hesitate to kill a man
Run in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam
Tie em up, put em in the vans then put a gat in his jaws
(*kiss*) One move blow his cactuses off

[Chorus: Juvenile, (B.G.) & Lil' Wayne]
Nigga, you got that yayo? (Well cook something, nigga)
Nigga, you let them K's go? (Well bust somethin, nigga)
Are you duckin' that law? (You better run from 'em, nigga)
Are you playin' with that raw? (Well won't you front somethin', nigga)
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
[Outro: Lil' Wayne]
WHOOT! Some people call me 'cause Tha Block is hot
Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns 'cause Tha Block is hot
Nigga ch-shhhhh, cook it up, 'cause Tha Block is hot
Say look daddy, just hook it up, 'cause Tha Block is hot
Nigga WHOOT! Some people call me 'cause Tha Block is hot
Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns 'cause Tha Block is hot
Nigga ch-shhhhh, cook it up, 'cause Tha Block is hot
Say look daddy, just hook it up, 'cause Tha Block is hot
Nigga, my block hot, nigga, my block burn
My block on fire, nigga, what about yours?
Nigga, my block hot, nigga, my block burn
My block on fire, nigga, what about yours?
Tha Block is hot, ha ha ha ha10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Brand New[Intro]
Yeah, uh-huh
Come on, yep
Mmmhmm, bells
Yeah, hmhmhmm
Let's go

[Hook]
Riding 'round the city
With some brand new heat
Brand new car
Brand new feet
Brand new seats
Brand new smell
Put out the roach
Light a brand new L
Fuck you bitch
I'm actin' brand new
Fuck you bitch
My shirt brand new
Fuck you bitch
My shoes brand new
Fuck you bitch
I'm actin' brand new
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I'm cold like a midnight
In Aspen
I am the President
And the assassin
Cameras on
Big lights, "Action"
Welcome to the show
I am the main attraction
Money in the mattress
Money in the attic
Money on my mind
Money is my habit
Stay on the grind
Until money's automatic
Bitch, I love money
I'm a fucking fanatic
Always strapped, gripped-tight, graspin'
Say what? Who, me? (Click-clack) Blast 'em
Chrome 24's, tires thin like napkins
Got to ride big 'cause I am like a captain
You know I'm a boss; chillin', relaxin'
Probably in my office, doing my taxes
You little niggas so not in my bracket
And I don't even have time to practice
[Hook]
Riding 'round the city
With some brand new heat
Brand new car
Brand new feet
Brand new seats
Brand new smell
Put out the roach
Light a brand new L
Fuck you bitch
I'm actin' brand new (brand new)
Fuck you bitch
My shirt brand new (brand new)
Fuck you bitch
My shoes brand new (them too)
Fuck you bitch
I'm actin' brand new (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Ice
Ridiculous price
Your camera has never saw a picture this nice
Hm, I'm fishin', and the bitches will bite
It's probably 'cause my game is Fixodent tight
Right
I'm fucking every bad bitch twice
And if she doesn't wear panties then I fuck her on sight
I'm nasty like spice
I know what she likes
I can make a black woman
Scream like she white
I can make a white woman
Scream like Mike
But before she starts singin'
She got to check my mic
Niggas just hatin'
And I done lost sight
It's like I don't see 'em
I only see the light
Talking that shit
But you boys just hype
I hope you bring a gun to the fight
A'ight?
Louis V tennis shoes
Big brown stripe
You think you fresh?
Shit, nigga – I'm ripe
[Hook]
Riding 'round the city
With some brand new heat
Brand new car
Brand new feet
Brand new seats
Brand new smell
Put out the roach
Light a brand new L
Fuck you bitch
I'm actin' brand new (brand new)
Fuck you bitch
My shirt brand new (brand new)
Fuck you bitch
My shoes brand new (them too)
Fuck you bitch
I'm actin' brand new (yeah)

[Verse 3]
OK
Brand new coupe
Driving crazy than a mother
Sittin' low in the seats
With the burner sittin' under
Got my tank top, top down
It probably ain't summer
But I ride like that 'cause I'm hotter than the others
Damn, there's no keeping up with the brother man
I could spell my name in burnt rubber
I'm gone!  Leave me alone
Now the dog is at supper
You could wash my plate and put it back in the cupboard
Ahem, I'm so far ahead of them suckers
I'mma have to start rappin' in numbers
I promise, the flows don't stop
They come rapid like thunder
I bet you hide under your covers

[Hook]
Riding 'round the city
With some brand new heat
Brand new car
Brand new feet
Brand new seats
Brand new smell
Put out the roach
Light a brand new L
Fuck you bitch
I'm actin' brand new (brand new)
Fuck you bitch
My shirt brand new (brand new)
Fuck you bitch
My shoes brand new (them too)
Fuck you bitch
I'm actin' brand new (yeah)47EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Carter II[Intro]
So you made it this far
We upstairs
I let you up here
You special
Marley, don't shoot 'em
You know what this is
It's still Tha Carter II, people
It's still Tha Carter II, people
Yeah, you're still in Tha Carter II, people
Hey, yeah

[Verse]
All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise
A fistful of dollars, a list full of problems
I address 'em like P.O. boxes
Yeah, I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero tolerance
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fuckin' with that block shit
Wet your ass up head to feet 'til your socks drip
Don't slip, you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the Carter, tell the gardener cut the grass
I hear 'em, but they talking under masks
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That's Cash Money, honeypie
We ain't running, we don't hide
Screamin', "Fuck the other side"
Don't get caught on it
This the deadliest grinds, I put your heart on it
And walk on it
The chalk's only for the art, homie
How they trace ya after I erase ya?
Look around
We at war and you still in preparation
I'm ridin' for them reparations, no patience
Slow paper is better than no paper
Fast money don't last too long, you got to pace it
You gotta know that paper
If you got it from a caper, gotta blow that paper
Gotta know that
Photophobia, no Kodak moments
Feds walls with my pictures on 'em, naw
I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posing, got a cool killer look, ah
Career crook, get your career took
I'm back like a brassiere hook
Bitch, cheer
Camouflage gear, the hunter's here
Better play it by ear
You ain't nothing but a deer
Around here, and this here is Tha Carter
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boy some dipping sauce, I want the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em
On they head at the bottom
You ain't got to shoot 'em 'cause I already shot 'em
And I ain't got to get 'em 'cause I already got 'em
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Cream[Hook: Method Man]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

[Verse 1: Euro]
I've been having these nightmares of losing time, with no reward
Momma would call the Lord, before she call the law
Then I went and found time in a Audemars
Time is money, so I spent it all trying to order more
They say beef is a poor man's sport
Behind the money, get that rhyme report, fuck it

[Hook: Method Man]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, I don't cut the work, droptop on 20's
Soon as I learned how to talk I talked business
Nigga's ain't safe, all 9 innings
And to you it's just change, I want every JC Penney
And I walk up in your funeral late, suit rented
Lift a mini skirt, get behind her like Benny
Goin' at your neck, get the rope, tie a noose
This a gut check, now who do I write it to?
I'm dirty like ENT, shout out to Murphy Lee
Gotta cut up the credit cards, plastic surgery
I'm a God, mercy me, I'm higher than Mercury
Smokin' on that strong, full of that Hercules
Bartender, hurry up, hurry up with my drink
Niggas pullin capers like they come with a string
I'm standing over the stove with my gun in the sink
Cause I don't know what niggas thinkin, but I know how they think
Uh, catch a skateboard to the jaw
I'm in that pussy, she in awe
And this here is my homeboy, Quick Draw McGraw
I'm even on both sides of the seesaw
You can get your head cut off with a saw, yeehaw
Kill you and your right-hand man, southpaw
Money over bitches, and above the law
Money over bitches, and above the law, money
[Hook: Method Man]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, pocket full of money, with a posse full of hitters
Black and white Porsches, like a Nazi with a nigga
Money make the world, 360
We throw them dollars up, them bitches better be Frisbees
Pounds in the freezer, 50 rounds in the sweeper
Counter full of coke, naked bitch baggin' up
And if the bitch stealing, I know where her Mama live
I love this shit so much, I got on a tux
Man, it's been a minute since I seen my nigga Bubba
Some niggas fade away, some niggas hit the jumper
Kidnap your niece, don't cry, call your uncle
We don't wanna hurt ya, baby, we just want your uncle
25 lighters on the dresser, yessir
I ain't hearin' that bullshit, I'm deafer than Leppard
Somewhere out wherever, they find your body severed
You know they findin' niggas guilty like they finding treasure
But get your money on occasions, I get too wasted
It's an occasion
I heard a nurse say, "Thank you for being so patient"
I know my nigga's got me, we good forever
Get the cheese nigga, please, avoid the shredder
Turning good to better, gotta pull it together
I wish that blood on the floor, was rose petals
Real gangstas die of old age
And old money, get paid, my nigga, Tunechi
[Hook: Method Man]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Novacane[Intro]
Raindrops from the clouds
Sun lights up the sky
Hummingbirds do fly

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ooh girl, I love you so
Good lord almighty, I’m in love with a whitey
I call her Aphrodite, I call her when I need her
And she give me good love til my nose start bleeding
Life is just like moving mountains
When I can’t cope, I’m hittin’ that slope
That great white hope, and it ain't no pressure
I can’t feel nothing, but I never felt better
Hmm, but you were just no good for me
Killin’ me softly, that girl is poison
Huh, I had to let you go, take things slow
Just so you know

[Chorus: Kevin Rudolf]
I’ll do it all again if I had the chance
Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
I’ll take the whole world on, I’m feeling so strong
Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
Like novacane
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
You used to make me feel so good
Like I was on top of the World
Sorry I gotta stay away from ya
But that's what the doctor prefered
My Friends told me leave you alone
And I just told 'em leave me alone
It's sad our thing had to end
The relationship was short and sweet, Nia Long
And I see her in the streets
But I can't bring her home
Man, I was on her line all day, no phone
Hah. No Arm & Hammer in my Tony Montana
And truth is...

[Chorus: Kevin Rudolf]
I’ll do it all again if I had the chance
Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
I’ll take the whole world on, I’m feeling so strong
Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
Like novacane

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Sweet sugar hill, yeah I used to climb her
I never imagined she'd turn out to be but a cheap thrill
That sweet turned to sour, she gave me power
The world was ours
I used to feel invincible on that flour
But I had to change, Yeah, I had to change
So I left it for a bitch named Mary Jane
Now everything's cool, everything's fine
Girl, I'm moving on, I left you behind
Every now and then you pop up on my mind
I might fuck you one last time, cause
[Chorus: Kevin Rudolf]
I’ll do it all again if I had the chance
Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
I’ll take the whole world on, I’m feeling so strong
Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
Like novacane

[Outro]
Raindrops from the clouds
Sun lights up the sky
Hummingbirds do fly5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Start a Fire[Refrain: 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

[Chorus: Christina Milian & Lil Wayne]
Let's start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby, I'll be your gasoline (And they just don't get it)
Let's start a fire, watch the entire
World, as it opens up in flames (And they just don't get it)
Let's start a fire (Yeah, Mickey and Mallory)
Let's start a fire (Yeah, Bonnie and Clyde, Thelma and Lil Weezy)
Let's start a fire
Let's start a fire-ire-ire

[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
And they just don't get it
[Chorus: Christina Milian & Lil Wayne]
Let's start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby, I'll be your gasoline (And they just don't get it)
Let's start a fire, watch the entire
World, as it opens up in flames (And they just don't get it)
Let's start a fire (Me and you)
Let's start a fire (And they just don't get it)
Let's start a fire
Let's start a fire-ire-ire

[Refrain: Lil Wayne & Christina Milian]
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 (Let's 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 ran into my old thing
I say, "Bitch, you broke my heart, but that's just growin' pains"
But trust me, she ain't nothing but an old flame
And I threw water on that old flame, no more flames
I'm so glad I'm out the dope game
'Cause now I got more time to burn in that pussy like some propane
Now that pussy is my domain
And I know they just don't get it, they just don't get it, yeah
[Chorus: Christina Milian & Lil Wayne]
Let's start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby, I'll be your gasoline
Let's start a fire, watch the entire
World, as it opens up in flames (And they just don't get it)
Let's start a fire (Fuck 'em, fuck it, they just don't get it, see we already, we already lit it)
Let's start a fire (And now we on fire, we on fire, yeah, it's me and you)
Let's start a fire (Just don't get it, we already, we already did it)
Let's start a fire-ire-ire (And now we on fire, we on fire, yeah)

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Christina Milian]
Let's 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
Baby, I'll be your gasoline
Fuck it, 'cause Mama, I'm in love with a hot girl
And they just don't get it
Let's start a fire, watch the entire
World, as it opens up in flames
Fuck em', 'cause Mama, I'm in love with a hot girl
And they just don't get it
Young Mula baby52EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Throw It In[Hook: The-Dream & Lil Wayne]
She all on me 'cause all I do is
Ride around in Bentley coupes
Got no needs, she got me
Buying her them Fendi shoes
All we do is shop until we drop
All—All—All—All—All—
All we do is shop until we drop
Right there in the floor
She all on me 'cause all I do is
Ride around in Bentley coupes
Got no needs, she got me (Yeah!)
Buying her them Fendi shoes
All we do is shop until we drop (No Ceilings, baby!)
All—All—All—All—All—
All we do is shop until we drop
Right there in the floor

[Verse 1]
Okay, swimming in Polo, sleeping in Jordans
I bought her cell phone and I don’t even much call it
New imports make her feel important
No bullshit, nigga, no Ben Gordon
Get her information, take her on vacation
Give her dope dick; now, she under the sedation
Wake her in the morning, breakfast where she slept at
Tell her, "Go shopping"; I can't wait 'til she get back
Louis flip-flops and a pair of pink sweatpants
She wear that on my jet, I fuck her after jet lag
I take her to the vet 'cause she a bad bitch
You can't be broke and happy, so, me—I'm mad rich
I'm talking Young Money shit, she love the way I think
L’Oreal all over my bathroom sink
Betsey Johnson all over my bedroom counter
My pockets too deep, I fuck around and drown her, Weez'!
[Hook: The-Dream & Lil Wayne]
She all on me 'cause all I do is
Ride around in Bentley coupes
Got no needs, she got me
Buying her them Fendi shoes (No Ceilings)
All we do is shop until we drop
All—All—All—All—All— (Yeah)
All we do is shop until we drop
Right there in the floor (I got you, baby)
She all on me 'cause all I do is
Ride around in Bentley coupes (Hahaha)
Got no needs, she got me
Buying her them Fendi shoes  (No Ceilings)
All we do is shop until we drop
All—All—All—All—All—
All we do is shop until we drop
Right there—

[Verse 2]
Okay, fucking on Versace, napping on satin
I love to hit it backwards: call it Pig Latin
I bought her ass a Mac, now we be iChatting
Niggas swag-jacking, but I got my patent'd
Fr—Fresh out the salon, I took her to Milan
I speak a little French, and hers is no better then mine
I pass her the blunt; she probably hit it one time
Catch us at the game, sitting on the baseline
We can call a timeout, take a lil' time out
Pockets too deep, shawty, you gon' have to climb out
Faviana prom dress with your spine out
And I live on the beach—you can get that panty line out
She wants to own me, and I ain't tryna fight it
She said it's her dick, she got it copyrighted
And I don't pay for pussy, because her pussy priceless
I go fishing in it, and I ain’t a Pisces
Ugh, Gucci only to the grocery store
Stop playing, bitch, we balling like Okafor
Ha! And now, we headed to the dealer
I'm gon' cop my baby something with no ceilings, ahh!
[Hook: The-Dream & Lil Wayne]
She all on me 'cause all I do is
Ride around in Bentley coupes
Got no needs, she got me
Buying her them Fendi shoes (You dig?)
All we do is shop until we drop
All—All—All—All—All— (Hahaha)
All we do is shop until we drop
Right there in the floor (No Ceilings)
She all on me 'cause all I do is
Ride around in Bentley coupes
Got no needs, she got me
Buying her them Fendi shoes  (Young Money)
All we do is shop until we drop
All—All—All—All—All— (Young Money)
All we do is shop until we drop
Right there on the floor (Gone!)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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30 Minutes to New Orleans[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ok, Gucci backpack, fresh black Adidas
I'm rollin' on a pill, rollin' up some reefers
Declining all the Keishas, replying to the Kims
Still knockin' boots like hammers on tims
I'm a mothafucker baby, Weezy F. Baby
Yeah I get it wet and I keep it wet baby
I can make a dyke say she leaving that lady
I can make a lady say she leaving that pussy ass nigga
That gave her that baby, now she with
Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby
Hahaha, Weezy F. Baby, hahaha, yeah
Whatcha gon', whatcha gon', whatcha gon' do?
When Nina Ross come and put the pussy on you
You probably still a virgin, I'mma bust your little cherry
And I'mma come through in something so cherry
And I'm sittin' on Pirellis, bumpin' Makaveli
Showed your girlfriend my house she think I live in Italy
Just bought a jet I'm 'bout to take that bitch to L.A
Bitch I never met I'm 'bout to meet that bitch in L.A
Ooh, I'm feeling myself
I'm so fly shawty think I really fly stealth
I'm so paid shawty I could really buy stealths
And I'm feeling my belt, and I'm feeling my sneaks
'Cause I don't see them on anybody
Got the semi by me for anybody
Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown
Yeah, I'm from uptown, Eastside, I'm lighting up two blunts at one time
And I thank God I can say fuck one time
I'm sipping on two cups at one time
And I thank God I can say fuck one time
Fuck one time, fuck one time, fuck one time, thank God
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Louis V. bag, all black hammer
Louis V. shoes with the Louis bandanna
On the Louis phone case with the sidekick case
Might put L.V. on the side of my bitch face
Man I'm a dog, I go so hard
Man I'm a dog, 'bout to come in your yard
'Bout to, 'bout to cum in your lady
Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F
Baby, hahaha
Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F
Baby, hahaha
And Young Mulah, baby
Can't forget that
How would you do that?
I beat that track 'til that bitch blue 'n black
It's Weezy F. the monster, even F your mama
Even X your mama, leave you next to mama
You are so pussy gonorrhea's your aroma
Blind gynecologist could see that your vagina
Who? Me? Me? Turn beef to balanya
And your girl ride me like a Honda
Better yet she ride me like Travis Pastrana
Fuck the X Games, it's ecstacy games
Show me a mirror cause I'm so glad to meet Wayne
And I'm feeling myself
So fly shawty think I really fly stealths
But I'm so paid shawty I could really buy stealths
But I'm feeling my belt, I'm feeling my sneaks cause
I ain't never seen them on anybody
Got the semi by me for anybody
Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown
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Get ’Em[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
You are watching a master at work
Yeah!
Haha! Drama, I'm back
This what y'all was waiting on?
Dedication , bah
I put a couple pounds on since the last go-around
Yeah, I ain't gon' even wait on 'em, I'ma get 'em now
We been eating around these parts!
Get 'em! (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)

[False Starts: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping (Ill!)
(G— G— G-Get 'em!)
My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping
If niggas snitching, then I let them niggas hold something (Gangsta!)
(G— G-Get—  G-Get 'em!) Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping
If niggas snitching, then I let them niggas hold something
If nigga owe something, need a doctor's note from him
Or his throat from him; these lil niggas? (Pay attention!)
Thinking they fresh—get whipped out your clothes, young'un'
I got it all, but I'll beat you like you stole something (Oh!)
My bitch trippin', say I treat her like my old woman
I tell a bitch I'm probably better off with no woman
Yeah, I get that brand-new money
I'm the boss, bitch—I'm touching every dollar that's coming
Stop playing, I know what I'm doing, let me get 'em
I hope his kids not with him
Y'all motherfuckers know me, I'm a rider in the side of the south
Got the money in the mattress and the guns in the couch
What up? Putting out cockroaches in the ashtray
It's payday 'til my last day, yeah
Walking that line with a lot on my mind
I get that money, never dropping a dime
I don't hate—never, not on my time
I'll put that little red dot on your mind
Talking that crime, but a lot of 'em lying, I'm—
Caught on the grind, never get off my grind, I'm a—
Pimp to these hoes, not a pimp in my mind, nah
And everybody know I'm sharp when I ride
Hop out that new Ferrari with that little horse on the side, yeah
Zoom-zoom, bitch, ride a nigga broom, witch
Half a ki', wet, stinking up your whole room, bitch
Now, break out the perfume, bitch
And niggas come from off that beach, I'm in that water like a cruise ship
Straight up, tell ‘em, I do’s this
One pistol, two clips; I aim at lips
Wayne that shit, shit on y'all
Given to you from the God: I am the God
[Break: DJ Drama, Lil Wayne, & DJ drops]
Gangsta Gri-Zillz!
A dedication!
Yeah
My nigga, Philant, rest in peace!
Yeah, yeah
Weezy Baby, the God
That's right
Hehehe
Fee, I had to!
Gangsta Gri-zillz!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Yeah, money on my mind, money-money on my mental
Super-super soaker, wet a nigga like a swimsuit
I think they sipping on that "I Can Fuck With Him" juice
Test me if you wanna, bad man, I knock a limb loose
I ain't never scared, I'm protected everywhere
And if a nigga disrespect me, then he shall be buried there
That's my word, got a urge to hit a nigga and swerve
And them birds in the tree get shot down to my feet
It's me, motherfucker, what's better to see?
And when you greedy like me, ain't nothing better than beef
See, I would meet each one of you niggas in the street
Then eat, and pick you little bitches out my teeth
Shout-out to the green and red stitches in my tee, nigga
With no Gucci, I'm a double-G, nigga
My brothers, you have sinned
And the God, I am, amen34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Bing James[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Yellow pill, purple drank

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Gang gang
Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane (Uh)
Two twin Blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang (Uh)
Strong strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames (Uh)
Big crown on, lil' nigga, Bing James (Bing James)
Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James (Bling James)
Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame (Cheese)
Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed
Yeah, big game

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay, red team, (Yeah) lit up like a light beam
Sippin' ice cream, (Yeah) drippin' like some Visine
Sittin' Spike Lee, (Yeah) I've been doin' the right thing
Take my dirty money, (Yeah) and teach it about hygienes
That banana blip, (Blip) aim it at a rapper lip
'Cause he captain cap, (Cap) we call him Colin Kaepernick
This ain't no rappin' shit, (Oh no) we wrap your ass and wrap it quick
I don't be actin' lit, I'm on too much Actavis
I'm reppin' Blood gang
Put some Molly on her motherfuckin' tongue ring (Yeah)
Birkin bag for her baby, that was chump change (Yeah)
Red carpet on the concrete, that's a bloodstain (Yeah)
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Jay Rock]
Yeah, drove off screamin', "Gang gang" (Huh)
Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane (Huh, huh)
Two twin Blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang (Huh, huh, huh)
Strong strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames (Huh, huh, huh)
Big crown on, lil' nigga, Bing James (Huh, huh)
Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed (Yeah, yeah, Bing)
Yeah, big game (East side)

[Verse 2: Jay Rock, Lil Wayne, Jay Rock & Lil Wayne]
Motion picture shit, (Woo) at you with my .40 Glock
When I'm on my savage shit, bodies on that blacktop (Yeah)
Weapons in the stash box, (Yeah) keep a couple lamb chops (Yeah)
All we serve is hearses, you don't get no ambulance ride
All we know is big B's, yeah, you know, that's gang, gang
This ain't what you want, you don't wanna lose your brain, brain
Focused on this bag now, yeah we from the projects (Yeah)
We got that PTSD like some Vietnam vets
Miss me with that bullshit, I'm just tryna make a play
White Lamborghini truck, bitches call it yola-yay
Sharp as razor blades, Smith N' Wesson in my breakaway
Peep the different shit from behind these Aviator shades

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Gang gang (Yeah)
Rose gold Richard Mille, plain Jane (Yeah)
Two twin Blickers, yeah, ying-yang (Yeah)
Strong strong weed, nigga, Ving Rhames (Strong, strong)
Big crown on, nigga, Bing James (Gone)
Bust down glowin', nigga, Bling James (Woo)
Bust down froze, nigga, freeze frame
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Drove off screamin', "Gang, gang"
Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane
Two twin Blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang
Strong strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames
Big crown on, lil' nigga, Bing James (Bing James)
Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Bling James)
Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed (Sheets changed)
Yeah, big game (Big game)
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Freeze frame (Mula, brazy)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Get Outta My Head[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
The brains will start to abandon the religions
And believe in themselves
And the new world order will start
Drop that motherfucker

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
Narcissistic, insufficient, deadweight, I've been searchin' (Ayy)
Lack of coexistin', just don't seem to work with other bitches (No)
That's when black and white, when dark at night, that's when I do my searchin' (Ayy)
And the Anti-Christ is in my mind, the evolutions lurkin' (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I got voices in my head, wild horses in my head
Runnin' around, horse playin'
Breakin' pots up in my head, waking corpses in my head
And they was better off dead
Runnin' faucets in my head, stompin', marchin' in my head
Sun is scorchin' in my head
Archie Bunker's in my head, talkin' bunkers in my head
Willy Wonka's in my head
All this junk is in my head, then it sunk into my head
Little monkeys in my head
Goin' bananas in my head, shootin' cannons in my head
Hittin' targets in my head
Playin' pianos in my head, keyboards, organs in my head
Smash guitars in my head
Fast cars in my head, with loud ass horns in my head
Horns stickin' out head
[Chorus: Lil Wayne with XXXTENTACION]
I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head
I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head
I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head
I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (Yeah, yeah)
I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head
I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head
I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head
I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
All these voices in my head
They're committin' arson in my head
Real wars up in my head, crash courses in my head
Fightin' forces in my head, white noises soundin' red
All these voices in my head, all these thoughts up in my head
Like a spark plug in my head, like a torch up in my head
Ain't no shotguns in my head, all these sharks up in my head
All these sharks need to be fed (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 4: XXXTENTACION, Lil Wayne, XXXTENTACION & Lil Wayne]
I behead a motherfucker for his contacts (Behead a mothafucka)
Take the body where the others can't see (Can't see)
Seen the devil in my eyes without no contacts
My eyes are blacker than the bottom of the sea, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Wayne, XXXTENTACION, Lil Wayne & XXXTENTACION]
I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (The brains will start to abandon the religions)
I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (And believe in themselves)
I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (And the new world order will start)
I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (Yeah, yeah)
I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head
I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head
I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head
I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hot Boy[Intro: Lil Wayne, Stevie J, & Cassius Jay]
Fuck wrong with you?
That boy Cassius
Keep it going, haha
Oh, oh
Stevie J!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Stevie J]
Come through lookin' like the old me (Woo!)
White T-shirt and Girbaud jeans (Woo!)
Smokin' OG, I'm a OG (Woo!)
Sippin' Codeine, I'm a whole fiend
Been a Hot Boy since 14
Gotta get my money up by all means
Used to sell rock by the Walgreens (Who the fuck is Stevie J?)
I was 14, having orgies
Stunt real hard, real-real-real hard
On a broke ass nigga, then steal his broad
She ask me what the tear drops on my face
I told that bitch, "These tears of joy"
I got a big ass house, got cameras everywhere
Big ass closet, I don't know what I'ma wear
Even if I change, the game don't change
A pimp gon' be pimp and a ho gon' be herself
Squad, these niggas might get rowdy
Cocaine cowboy nigga like howdy
Codeine drought, tell them boys I got it
Nitpicky bitch, do the Josephine Johnny
Hot Boy Tunechi, all the hot girls love me
My clique brazy, everybody clutchin'
Everybody cuffin', everybody muddy
Stunna not around, but everybody stuntin' (Here we go!)
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Stevie J]
Bitch, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Juvie
That's still my big brother, always told me I was the best in music
Yeah, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, nigga, Lil Weezy
I'm still the best rapper, I ain't hungry, nigga, I'm greedy, yeah
Ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, free B. Gizzle
That's still my big brother, been gettin' locked up since we was little, damn
Ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, nigga, Young Turk (Stevie J!)
That been my brother since day one, like January the first, Lord (Who the fuck is Stevie J?)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Stevie J]
Oh yeah, you know, you know me, them niggas owe me
Like Scarface, that's okay
I'm going OJ, OJ, go DJ
I want my bands nigga, like Coldplay and Green Day (Hollup)
I'm talkin' crazy, I'm hot, sss, bitch I'm blazin'
I'm wavy, the Hot Boys, I was the baby
Your favorite, when they vacated, I debated
I delayed it, now, nigga, we made it
Yeah, I been paid since them days
I invest, I stock trade
From Eagle Street to Wall Street
To ya'll street in that drop head
In that hot summer, on that hot leather
With them tiny wheels and them shiny things
Bad bitch that's into trying things (Stevie J!)
I'm too hot, call me Johnny Blaze
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Stevie J]
Bitch, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Juvie
That's still my big bro, always told me I was the best in music
Lord, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, nigga, Lil Weezy
I'm still the best rapper and I ain't hungry, I'm greedy
Bitch, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, free B. Gizzle
That's still my big brother, been gettin' locked up since we was little, Lord
I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, nigga, Young Turk (Stevie J!)
That been my brother since day one, like January the first (Who the fuck is Stevie J?)

[Bridge: Lil Wayne & Stevie J]
And my hot girl and your hot girl was sittin' by the Bayou (That's right)
And my hot girl told your hot girl, "I got a hot boy that's on fire"
She talkin' 'bout that Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Tunechi
500 degrees, nigga, 500 degrees
Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, nigga, Lil Weezy
From a hot boy to a fireman, I think I hear someone screaming, hold up

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I pull up
Mula baby, yeah
Hold up, yeah, hold up

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Stevie J]
Bitch, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, gangsta (Woo!)
That's my OG, always taught me how to use my thinker
Lord, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Elvis (Stevie J!)
That nigga nickname "Hot," what the fuck that tell you?
Lord, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Ceedo
Uptown OG, been gettin' money way before me
Lord, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, free that Hot Boy Tanto
That's my OG, taught me how to get this guapo, gone28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m Nice[Intro]
No ceilings

[Verse]
Wait a minute
Wait a minute, where you going?
Ain't my business where you going
I just want some before you go and
Wait why you in your feelings when I wanna feel something?
Why you in your purse when I'm tryin' to tell you something?
Why you on your phone after 2 in the morning?
Who the fuck you talking to at 2 in the morning girl?
I swear I'm wit my side bitch baby
Cuz I ain't got time for your main tricks
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
And if the side bitch start acting crazy
I'mma run to the next side bitch
And tell the last bitch "Come chase me, baby"
Yeah, feel like it's over, you know it's over with
You get my feelings and time and shit
I'm in my feelings cause it's over
And you know right is right, so come over tonight
Don't want fuss and fight, let's get right
Right now a nigga feeling so nice
And I feel like I owe you something
Let me show you something girl
And it's gon' be nice
Right now a nigga feeling so nice
Feel like I owe you something
Let me show you something girl
I'm nice, T I'm nice
E I'm nice, Hood I'm nice, Steve I'm nice
Hold up, I think these pills give me extra emotions
Hold up, I think they kicking in, I'm going through the motions
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yea
I feel like celebrating, what you doing, I'm bout to come over
Your homegirl there, I really feel like I can take both of 'em
Oh my
Can I ask why
You give me that eye
Every time we Facetime?
That's cause you know I
I'mma come back, reply
With "Don't you move a muscle, I'm bout to come by"
Every time, like we on rewind
Back it up, rewind
Like (Missy Elliot Reference)
We fuck on Versace
You watch me
Cause I got the mirror on top me
And I be just going in like Rocky
That dick got you snoring, I record you, send you a copy
You be so embarrassed, you say don't mock me
And I be like that's our secret that I keep
And I feel like pouring some lean in this styr-e
Said I feel like pouring some lean in this styr-e
Hold up
You know I'm the nicest, this dick need a license
But why did you leave me, I swear it's a crisis
If you ever need me, I come quick as lightning
Don't give him no pussy if he cum quick as lightning
Just saw your sis and I got so excited
She tell me you just celebrated sobriety
But you didn't invite me
That's that bullshit, I need a lighter
You should be nicer
I swear I'm wit my side bitch baby (hold up)
Cuz I ain't got time for your main tricks
Yeah-yeah-yeah (hold up)
But that's OK cause I'm nice
Hey Manny, I'm nice
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What’s Next[Intro]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Mmm-mh

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I been smokin' on the gas, hocus pocus on the gas
I been snorklin' in the cash, going Krogers with the bags
I done went blonde, goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass
Tell my shooters "Count me out", and I end up doin' the math
I been fuckin' in the shower so my dreads soaked
I been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked
You know my lean nice and cold, like some dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low, like I make egg rolls, oh
I got them pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm water whippin'
I rob his ass like Robin Givens
I get them Ms a mile a minute
Don't pay your bill, I'm power trippin'
BET, that's how I'm livin'
I got three hoes followin' me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm down the chimney
Hello, I make her throw away her pussy toys, yeah
Ain't got a job, I make her look employed, yeah
She do the money count in just her drawers, yeah
I make her count out loud, I listen hard
I been fuckin' models, they been walkin' 'round in towels
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers
They been countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, they be in here watchin' Power
All my shooters accurate, codeine like a daiquiri
Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Michael Jackson
Brrrt! Pull up like a taxi, stereo on maxi
Nigga, bury your own casket
Nigga, say hello to Rabbit
My lil homies bang, my lil homies, they deranged
They don't want the fame, kill your ass then fly to Spain
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a nice ring
Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just sight-seeing
Yeah, starin' at the world through an automatic
Sweet mother of pearl, sweet Jesus of Nazareth
Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow, baby
I could turn your baby to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I cannot sit down without gettin' down
What's new in town? Let's do it now
A couple marbles ain't been found
A couple screws been screwed around
My father ain't been 'round, my heart ain't missed a pound
The system of a down, and it's been up and down
A psycho, all I'm missin' is the gown
Sippin' up, I piss enough to drown, twistin' up a pound
High as fuck, a Bentley truck on clouds, y'all so underground
I break a whole bunch of fuckin' vows
Come to hunt you down
All up in your section
Use protection when you fuck around
Possession of deception, imperfection, no affection
No correct your transgression, turn depression to aggression
Got an obsession for expression
With no pressure, no discretion, and the F is for the
"Flesh of all the fleshless ones, I left 'em, F 'em."
[Verse 2: Zoey Dollaz]
Your bitch open so we run in it, any club, got my gun in it
I ain't even got to touch you dudes, I'll get you killed young nigga
Eat, sleep, talk shit, rap, brand new AK, all black
Tunechi gave me this gift wrapped
Your bars sweet, candy, Kit-Kat
Hope you pussy niggas get mad
Keep the voodoo on me, witchcraft
Off-White, Gucci, mix match
All my diamonds drip, shit splash
Black BMW, your bitch gave me top at the W
She told me Dollaz I'm over you
These bitches way too emotional, uh
So much perkys, I'm barely sober
Diamond choker, crazy, bipolar
Keep my niggas with me, I tote 'em
Never be committed, I told her
Enough with you niggas, I do not fuck with you niggas
I know I'm stuck with you niggas
Grew up with you niggas
We all was swipin' cards, scammin' it up with you niggas
Miami ballin', it's a hobby, call a nigga Joe Robbie
Haitian food or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies
Chris Paul, we load the rocket
Eight ball, corner pocket
Ah man, nigga stop it, you know it's Dollaz
When it comes to rap, no problems
Haha, hold up, talk to 'em
I'm the hottest out in my city, Bad Boy too, ask Diddy
Hundred foot yacht, jet skiin', bitches kissin' bitches, lesbian
Niggas talkin' beef, let's see 'em
Y'all don't want beef, y'all vegan
If so, come, no semen
(Yeah, you get it?)
Future put me on, he from Atlanta
Niggas in my city crabs in a barrel
Made it out without y'all help
I can say I did it myself
Tunechi told me leave this beat blessed
I killed this shit, no stress
First 48, this stretch
Someone tell me what's next?5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Ain’t Worried[Verse 1: Euro]
I'm that Dominican nigga, your bitch be talkin' 'bout
I'm in a different city, you can fuck her now
I got a whole collection of my ho collection
Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection
I said, "Fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas"
Security don't check my niggas, all y'all niggas gon' respect my niggas
Either that or get a whack or get a bat to the back of the neck my nigga
Yeah that shorty with y'all with y'all, cause she never met a big dog 'til she met my niggas
Got a big dream, from a small town
Got a small circle, you never get around
Old hoes thinkin' I'mma put 'em on now
Room full of bad bitches, I'mma put 'em all down
Always been broke, who's rich now?
I ain't never had change, why switch now?
Money talks nigga, I ain't never heard shit
Til y'all heard me spit, now everything loud
Got a mojo, with a flow-flow
Got a whole load, don't know if it's a promo
Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no
Coolin' in the cut with a bud sipping romo
No love for the po-po's
Gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole
Never tell though, I'mma need a little more dope for my uncle
Cause I sell flows and he sell dope, nigga work
[Break: Mack Maine]
Yeah, Euro
What up this Mack the fortune teller
The nigga that put y'all on Miley Cyrus
Negrodamus my nigga
Predicting futures
You need some lottery numbers holla at me nigga I got you

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
Put a nigga in that hearse, long ass K no nina
Word to Martin I'm cold with this homie buck shots
Like Pam make a nigga say, "Damn Gina"
Millzy! Money don't mean nothing, my youngin'
I'll kill you for some sneakers
This Dedication 5, no vacations slime
We in the endzone and they in bleachers
Cheerleaders, we ain't worried 'bout nothin', nothin'
Nigga act dumb, push the button, fuck 'em
Get 'em out of here like the 6th foul in the NBA
Little nigga no discussion
Boy I'll close ya case, like judge Millz Lane
All y'all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane
Big guns that go over the shoulder dog
My team strapped, no overalls
So please don't make me do it, got soldiers and shooters
These bullets will swallow like shots of Kahlua
When we light up the weed then we fly like a rumor
Then hop on the plane and fly over you losers
Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer
I'm not from this era that beef on computers
Look boy if it's war, then all we comin' after you
Special I'm smashin ya, somethin' like Gallagher
Shots in your challenger, shots in your passenger
Hittin' your girl then I'm passing her
Jae Millz ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Young Money ain't worried 'bout nothin'
D5!
[Outro: Jae Millz]
We ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Young Money)
Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Jae Millz)
Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (not a thing)
Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (D5)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pray to the Lord[Hook]
Before I sleep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
And if I should die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake
Before I sleep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
And if I should die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I wrote my will just the other week
It was funny, it was only one sheet
And I know there's only one me
But I hope I am everything my son be
I'm trying to live right, stay on the drum beat
But I'm in the fast lane, in the front seat
I wonder will I lose control of the Maserati?
And hit some tree, just being young me
Is there a heaven for G's and soldiers?
I can't go to hell, cause I'd take over
I feel it approaching but I ain't scared
I made that bed and I should rest in peace

[Hook]
Before I sleep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
And if I should die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake
Before I sleep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
And if I should die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake
[Verse 2]
Yeah, and every time I see the sunshine
I drop down and give thanks at least one time
I'm feeling like I'm living on the front line
I'm feeling like every second is crunch time
I've had breakfast, will I make it to lunch time?
And I ain't joking so don't be looking for punchlines
Will I be the next victim of a gun crime?
I don't know the answer, that's why I brung mine
Riding by myself late at night
Pistol on my lap at every single red light
I made my bed right, so when I do I should sleep tight
In peace I rest

[Hook]
Before I sleep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
And if I should die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake
Before I sleep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
And if I should die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake

[Verse 3]
Bury me a gangsta cause that's what I live
Don't cry for me I gave the best I could give
I can only do me, so that's what I did
And I cherish every breath of my kid
And I don't wanna go before she grow, that ain't cool
But in this game of life, I don't make the rules
Shit, so that's why I get twisted
So I can't feel it when it hits me
And my moms don't need that on her
But I see death around the corner
And if he, so happens to make his way around the block
You gotta answer the door when he knock, believe that
[Hook]
Before I sleep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
And if I should die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake
Before I sleep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
And if I should die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Not Me[Chorus]
Now who gon' pop me?
Who gon' pop me?
Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me"
Bunch of lookin' ass niggas I do not see
Got my slimes in this bitch and they got me
Bunch of niggas with me lookin' like, "Copy"
Bunch of lookin' ass bitches tryna watch me
No Itachi
Bitch, I'm rollin' like my nigga on Degrassi
Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" (Yeah)
Yes, I'm stuntin' on these niggas, let the opps see (Yeah)
Who gon' pop me? (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Put some money on my head, but your shooter missed
But you know karma is a bitch just like you a bitch
Walked in the pet store said, "Get me a cobra"
Gotta keep your friends close, enemies closer
You know wifey from Australia, she said, "Cheers, mate"
Then we toast and see how you niggas' tears taste
Mix the soda and codeine, that's a mixtape
And if you hatin', come and say it to my dick face
But who the fuck want war? No one so far
Two cups, no straw, bustdown Chopard
Smoke medicinal 'cause I'm sick
I'm 5'5", them Balencis make me 5'6"
It's my shit, nigga, smell that
I'm in the Koenigsegg, nigga, spell that
Where they sell that?
I'm goin' turbo, yeah
Stompin' on a nigga turf 'til I get turf toe, yeah
Heard you got your own wave, no surfboard, damn
Told her, "Give me dirty head, no shampoo"
I like my blunt Remy thick, no capoose
Talkin' shit and it taste like apples
Fuck rappers
[Chorus]
Now who gon' pop me?
Who gon' pop me? (Huh)
Who gon' pop me? (Huh)
Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me"
Bunch of lookin' ass niggas tryna spot me
Who gon' pop me? (Huh)
Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Full tank, I'm on F, 'bout to pop E
Bunch of bitches lookin' at me like I'm Papi
I say, "Aquí"

[Verse 2]
Okay, who gon' pop me? (Huh? Huh?)
You not poppin' (Huh?)
My drip droppin', nigga, you gon' mop it
Get your popcorn, nigga, I've been poppin' since Pop Warner
Nigga, I pop up and Pop-Tart a nigga, what's poppin'? (What's poppin'?)
Yeah, Uzi on my seat (Huh?)
Money on my mind, so I usually overthink
Yeah, I'm runnin' out of time, so I bought another Rollie
Once upon a time, that's the moral of the story
You're a Cookie Monster (Yeah), lookin' at a goblin (Yeah)
Got a pussy popper (Yeah), I call her Mary Poppins (Ooh)
I got a few choppers (Yeah), I like to have my options
If you a goon, nigga, I'm a balloon, nigga
[Chorus]
Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" (Huh?)
Bunch of lookin' ass niggas I do not see (Huh?)
Got my slimes in this bitch and they got me (Yeah)
Bunch of niggas with me lookin' like, "Copy" (Woo)
Bunch of bitches lookin' at me like Papi (Woo)
I say, "Grazie" (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm rollin' like my nigga on Degrassi (Yeah)
Now who gon' pop me?
Who gon' pop me? (Huh?)
Who gon' pop me? (Huh?)
Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me"
Bunch of lookin' ass niggas tryna spot me
Who gon' pop me? (Uh)
Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Full tank, I'm on F, 'bout to pop E
Bunch of bitches lookin' at me like I'm Papi
I say, "Aquí"

[Outro]
Ain't gon' roll up, I'ma pop up (Uh)
And get you popped up (Uh)
Ain't no tellin' where your body might pop up
Ain't gon' pull up, I'ma pop up
And get you popped up
But ain't no tellin' where your body might pop up
Who the fuck want war? (Who the fuck want war?)
Who the fuck want war? (Who the fuck want war?)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Before Tune Gets Back[Intro: Lil Chuckee]
Man...Mike, cut something on!
Man, they don't never let me get on nothin' dog
Man cut-man cut-man cut something on, man!
Man, hurry up though, before Tune get back, come on!
Yeah, D5 motherfucker!
It's Tunechi Jr. bitch!
Pops, lemme go ahead and get 'em one time, ya heard me?
Hol' up!

[Verse: Lil Chuckee]
Turn my motherfuckin' mic on
And I ain't leavin' 'til the motherfuckin' lights on
This ain't a dick, this a motherfuckin' python
And if it's war call me, fuck Tyrone
You know what? It's time for y'all niggas to sit
Big ass house, no room for bullshit
Such and such told me, "Chuck, you ain't rich!"
Well tell such and such they can suck my dick
Cause I got a lot of sperm if you need it, sperm if you need it
I made you go crazy for no fuckin' reason
I beat you pussy niggas up 'til you start bleedin'
Menstrual cycle, fuck it, go ahead bleach 'em
Diarrhea, I'm running this shit, I'm just gettin' my laps on
All my niggas strapped up and y'all pussy niggas got strap-ons
Bitch we breed this 5-stars, bitch we bleed these 5-stars
YMCMB, you can come get fucked by 5 stars!
She ain't got too comfortable, I done made her stupid ass walk home
I kill the beat the barrel on the yopper round as a motherfuckin' Super Dome
You know I'm a fuckin' beast, yeah I'm a fuckin' creep
You could get these 30 clips if you wanna make a scene
Tune let me off the leash, now I run the fucking streets
Two fingers in her pussy, then I tell her pussy, "Peace!"
It's Chuckee, she say, "Yo' name Chuckee?"
I said, "No, my name's Suck Me!"
Introduce you to T if your stupid ass lucky
Fuke roll 'em fat, kinda got my nose stuffy
All my niggas on gas, Quik Trip
And all my niggas gon' blast this shit
See, all y'all niggas doin' bad and shit
So really I'mma act a fuckin' ass this year
Trukfit on my neck, that Truk mean I'll truck your ass
She got junk up in her trunk, I guess it's time to take out the trash
And you thought this shit was over
Got paper like a fuckin' school folder
If her grass ain't cut, get the lawnmower
Tony, tell them bitches it's Libra gang
Vocal lessons, let the nina sing
Before I leave up out this bitch, they gon' know my fuckin' name
Birdman Jr. Junior! Fuck a dog, bitch I got a puma
Man these niggas' pussies stink, no wonder why I was smellin' tuna
Lame ass boys don't want no trouble, pussy niggas just a bunch of suckers
Smashing all they moms, you could call me a motherfucker
Man I'm about to act an ass and this shit here? Just a little tease
Pull big willie out my pants and all them girls say, "Hercules!"
Bitch I'm livin' B.I.G., my gun is little cease
If that girl don't pop it off, I'll just skeet right on her weave
Okay that gold pack in my pocket; I'm like a rag up in a socket?
And when I cock that nina nine, you better not cock block me
YM be the shit, I say, "Damn everybody else"
I be kicking girls out the condo, I got a black belt
Big bro said, "It's your time nigga"
You heard what the fuck the man said
Boy I body these verses, that's why they cost a arm and a leg
Left that coochie smokin', she gon' fail her drug test
My chain on freeze, call my shit under arrest
I'm gone!
[Outro]
Mike turn the mic off dog!
Fuck, I'm just playing around dog
Man cut the beat off before Tune get back!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Trust Nobody[Chorus: Adam Levine]
I don't trust nobody, not my lovers, not my friends
I don't make no promises, 'cause I know just how they'll end
I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else
And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me
When you find me, tell me, "I said I've been lookin' for me"
I've been lookin' for some love, but it ain't lookin' for me
That's why she bite her tongue when she tell me that pussy for me
I've been lookin' at the cross and it just look like a "T"
Two fingers, I keep 'em crossed, I can't be lookin' for peace
I've been lookin' at the stars and they don't glisten for me
I've been lookin' in the mirror, he don't listen to me, sheesh

[Pre-Chorus: Adam Levine & Lil Wayne]
If I die before I wake (Yeah)
Pray the Lord, my soul to take (Uh)
I lost count of my mistakes (Shit)
At least I learned along the way

[Chorus: Adam Levine, Lil Wayne, Adam Levine & Lil Wayne]
And I don't trust nobody (Nobody), not my lovers, not my friends (Nobody)
I don't make no promises (No promises), 'cause I know just how they'll end
And I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else (Nobody else)
And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me
You gon' find a bunch of motherfuckers lookin' like me
I ain't ever lookin' back because the light always green
Safe to say I lost my way, but I never lost the lead
Safe to say I lost the brakes, but I never lost the speed
Wakey-wake, I lost some sleep, but I never lost the dream
If you out there at the crossroads lookin' for me
You gon' find me with my eyes closed lookin' for grief

[Pre-Chorus: Adam Levine, Lil Wayne, Adam Levine & Lil Wayne]
If I die before I wake (Yeah)
Pray the Lord, my soul to take (Uh)
I lost count of my mistakes
At least I learned along the way

[Chorus: Adam Levine & Lil Wayne]
I don't trust nobody, not my lovers, not my friends
I don't make no promises, 'cause I know just how they'll end
I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else
And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself, yeah

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me
When you find me, tell me, "I said I've been lookin' for me," fuck4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Devastation[Hook: Gudda Gudda]
I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown
I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown
I’m a east side nigga

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
I got the 2-2-3 cocked, I point it at yo melon
Loose lips sink ships so ain’t no motherfucking telling
I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown
Gas up the minivan, put the pumps in the trunk
Now I be sippin on something, they got me tilt to the side
All black ski mask, red chinese eyes
Now I’ve been hungry for years, I’mma take yo plate
I’ma eat yo steak dead in yo face
I woke up on a mission, I got 2 women I ride with
One named Nina and that yapper my side bitch
We size niggas up so wisely choose who you side with
Got something on my side that pack a kick – that’s my sidekick
I’m about that paper, roll the dice and get paid
And they can’t bite the hand I’m feeding with, I’m holding grenades
So I’mma talk my shit, I’mma live my life
I’mma nail yo girl, shit I did that twice
Gudda!

[Hook: Gudda Gudda]
I’m a east side nigga
I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown
I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown
[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Money don’t make itself
These niggas gon make me kill em
I should probably see a shrink but I’m afraid he’ll make me little
I’ve been a beast since I could remember
I got too many hoes, that’s my dilemma
Chop yo fuckin head off and put it on the front of my car like the emblem
Get em, I got Mike Banger on the beat, I got this banger on display
I just test-drove a new Lamborghini and got a A
Got a billion bitches, I’m lookin for the one that got away
And since all these niggas watching, ask them for the time of day
Fuck yall niggas I’m skating
Got yo ho at the skate park waiting
That dick keep her coming back, motherfucking reincarnation
I don’t want that pussy if it's spatious
Just give me fellatio
My bitch named Gigi give me head, I be like goodness gracious, fuck
Hi, my name is Tune, it’s nice to eat ya
I still keep that gun like a secret
Another one bites the dust, would you like to eat it?
Boy I have the people looking for you like a reason uh
You don't want to hit my blunt cause I been eating pussy all day
This gun got a hair trigger, I pull this bitch til it’s bald head
Ye ain’t got no bars nigga
Recharge, you going dead
Can’t kill me, I was born dead
Crowned of thorns head
Devil horns red, have my barn head
I’m a serial killer, yo lucky charm dead
And that trash bag, they find you arm leg leg leg arm head
Oh what a tangled web we weave I feel like daddy long legs
Hop out that Ferrari Spider for my boys at Rikers and all my lifers
My bitch say my dick is great
But I make her say it like Tony the Tiger
I own a rifle and I’m on the edge
I bop bop and I’m ridin off
I’m devastation, I’m Freddy Jason, Dedication 5, 5 stars
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Murda[Intro: Junior Reid]
Starting, why?
Why?
Why?
Yeah

[Chorus: Junior Reid]
First degree murder
Beg them nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, we make burger
The youths, dem strapped with dem burner

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, real niggas say soowoo
And such and such killed such and such
The streets talk and bullshit walks on crutches, but
It's strut to strut
Niggas panic
Button pressing
The end is coming
Count your blessings
We living in the day and time
Where the ten commandments
Are now suggestions
How depressing
How infested
Click-clack, pow, intestines
Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies
I found the crevice
AK bullets move mountains
Break them bitches down to pebbles
That tough talk is like music to my ears
So keep it a capella
Based on a true story
We not worried, y'all too worried
I faced my fears and told them motherfuckers y'all too gorgeous
Dread head from New Orleans
Where the youth, them got two choices
Shoot, or get shot, or a nigga choose for you
We murdered them
[Chorus: Junior Reid]
First degree murder
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, we make burger
The youths, dem strapped with dem burner
First degree murder
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, we make burger
'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner

[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
Yo, Tune point and I'm dusting niggas
I ain't talking lacing no marijuana
Soon as I hatched, I reigned like a quail
And gave two fucks, I ain't a koala
My uncle gangsta, but I make him nervous
All he see in my face is murder
Waste a burner is my waste a furnace
I pace and turn and she'll face the thermos
First birthday wish was getting caked up
Shoot a nigga, wake up on the wake-up
Lay down in a model bitch A-cup
Then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob
Play tough, tape off of this tape-up
Race off like some motherfuckin' makeup
Take off, looking for something to take up
Get the paper or you goin' in the paper?
Not horoscopes, but in the horror scope
Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope
They gave my nigga thirty for a jar of dope
But do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap
Blowing so much, you sneezing dick
Believe in me, I don't believe in shit
Y'all pinching pennies? I'm squeezing drip
It's Young Money 'til I'm in the freezer stiff, bitch
[Chorus: Junior Reid]
First degree murder
Beg them nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, we make burger
The youths, dem strapped with dem burner
First degree murder
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, we make burger
'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner

[Verse 3: N.O. Capo]
It's all about the money, nigga, fuck the fame
Where we come from, shots ring, nigga, broad day
Lil' woadie said he had a chance, he'd do this shit again
Poppin' pills for the pain, but still won't feel a thing
It's deeper than this rap, I'm in the back soaking game
Cartier frames got 'em looking at me strange
Why pre mostly heard and I'm rarely sane
Low-key can still get a brick off my name
Now I'ma tell you this here for my youngin 'nem
The same ones I hung the corners with, do numbers with
If it ever was a problem, watch 'em pull up quick
Caught an L sticking to the script, you know I switched
We now switch

[Chorus: Junior Reid]
First degree murder
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, we make burger
The youths, dem strapped with dem burner
First degree murder
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef, we make burger
'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner
[Outro: Junior Reid]
Starting, why?
Why?
Why?
Yeah15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Stuntin’[Intro: Drake]
(Dramatic, nigga!)
Well, alright, here I go

[Verse 1: Drake]
I'm a rapper-turned-singer, and you can tell that he smoke
But I don't need my vocal cords, all I hit is C-notes
N.E.R.D. flow, I spaz if I'm pre-voked
I'm about to change the fucking game, pass the remote
Money is everything, and it's every other thing
I'm part of the choir, that's the motto that my brother sing
Cash is the right now, women are postgame
MoneyOverBitches dot com, check the domain
It's coming too soon, album on the way
People ask me if I pray, I say, "Yeah, once in a blue moon"
Oops, I mean a red moon, I did it again, Tune
Let me leave a space in for your Blood affiliation, I state
Heavy metaphors, flow so overweight
I could rap around these other young'un's like a cobra snake
Frostbite Drizzy, nigga, nobody as cold as Drake
Keep your ass in-line, don't be tryna roller skate
Fuck all the discrete shit, I get on some deep shit
I am 21, tell me, who do I compete with?
I'm on my elite shit, you could tell I'm real
'Cause I'm gettin' hood love and I ain't even talkin' street shit
Young Angel, Young Lion, I'm done tryin'
I'm just doin', who's drinkin'? 'Cause I'm buyin'
It's on me, everything is on me
And my girl is still down like she's fuckin' Jon B
And when I go dumb, I tend to do dumb shit
I just listened back and now I'm sounding like a trumpet
This for all the strippers 'cause I know that they gone bump it
Tell 'em, "Back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it"
Ain't no pistols here, your money will disappear
My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year
Tax brackets and back-and-forth faxes
My money coming full circle, get up on my axis
Nebby, I'ma kill 'em, only 'cause I promised
They think I'm bein' cocky, but I'm only bein' honest
I'm swallowin' the Goose, got a model gettin' loose
And I never party 'less I got some bottles in the booth
I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this
I'm just havin' patience, 'cause I want it to make sense
White cup, orange pop, Tennessee State shit
Drop a four in it and appreciate the greatness, Drizzy
[Interlude: DJ Drama]
(Gangsta!) I just want y'all to remember
That this is the first mixtape you bumped
While you had a Black president

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, p-p-pass the dro
I am such a beast and you can ask them hoes
And they might even say you should leave me alone
And homie's scared, 'Cause his bitch like me
Stuntin' is a habit, get it from my daddy
Just like Shaggy, I tote that boom-bastic
I'm a rude bastard, I don't give a fuck 'bout y'all
I ain't talkin' marbles, you can pluck my balls
And yes, I'm fallin', but up, I fall
And if your bitch in heat, she could fuck my dog
I went from penny pinchin' to private planes
Never sat on any benches, I got in games
Starter, Carter, ball harder
Ten girls, penthouse suite, y'all order
Whatever y'all please: wine, crackers, and cheese
They take off their clothes and put on my tees
The supplement I've taken got me feelin' mighty
My gun and money don't split, call that shit Siamese
Yes, my watch make the frickin' time freeze
Your girl bless me, she suck my dick and I sneeze
Cheap-ass apartment, just the kitchen I need
And 18 G's is why the chicken crossed the street
Whatcha know 'bout it? My niggas so about it
If you kill everybody, they can't go to court about it
Weezy, I ignore the liars, baby, I ignite the fire
I am like a Michael Myers, leave your body in the dryer
Got the shotty on the side of me, my bad boys follow me
I'm a bad boy, obviously, pop one at your Ivy League
I don't have a rivalry, if so, you'll have a cah-sualty
Oops, I meant "a casualty," oops, I meant catastrophe"
Oops, I meant, actually, you niggas is just ass to me
And big, wet pussy is more like what I'm rather-ing
Welcome to the gathering, welcome to the burying
Or I hang you on the wall like a art gallery
You got short salary, and I got long money
I got Cash Money, I got Young Money, bitch (Gangsta!)
[Outro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne]
See, I told y'all it'd be well worth the wait, right?
Dedication 3!
Chris, fuck with me!
C'mon, it's Mr. Thanksgiving you're talking about
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Back On My Grizzy[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Chop, chop chop
Yeah
Chop, chop chop
Drought 3
Chop, chop chop
Hahaha!
Chop, chop chop
Yeah
Scott Storch

[Verse 1 (false start): Lil Wayne]
Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at?
Two tables and a mic, tell the DJ run it back
Bi—Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at?
Two tables and a mic, tell the DJ run it back, bi—bi—bi—bi—

[Break: Lil Wayne]
Chop, chop chop
Hahaha!
Chop, chop chop
You ready now? Cut me up, Drew
Chop, chop chop
Cut the music up, baby
Chop, chop chop
Yeah, I'm going in, haha!
Scott Storch
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at?
If you fuck with Young Money, Young Money, where you at?
Like the Energizer Bunny with a battery pack
Boy, that chopper keep drumming, like brr-at-da-dat-dat
Or "Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum," and I'm so young
But I'm a giant, like, "Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum"
Just bought a new crib inside Sodom
Got some money put away in case the hurricane come
I'm a fucking shame, huh? Yeah, I know, yeah, I know
I go out the country to get all my clothes and my hoes
I go out my way just to get my 'dro and my dough
'Cause I love it more than I love my hoes, yes I doh's
I got gasoline coming out my pores, I'm a torch
I got glasses like that white boy Scott Storch, and a Porsche
I got license for the scorch, snipers at your porch
Rifles by the forts, and we shoot up courts
The judge just a bitch, the jury suck dick
I'm a Eastside Blood, and I don't smoke that Crip
I smoke that kush, first name "Bubba"
First name "Young," last name "Stunna"
Carter in the office, take notes when I'm talking
Smooth as a cruise boat, floats when I'm walking
I boast 'cause I'm balling, I'm 'posed to be balling
When I'm on the phone with bitches, man, the money keep calling!
You ain't satisfied 'til your son'll be calling
Telling you where to leave the money in the morning
OK, you want a zombie movie instead
That's when you walk in your house, and everybody dead
Yeah, I could take a shit where I stand—where I stand!
And watch you pussies piss in your pants
You ain't a man, you're a ho, I could kill him with the flow, yeah
And then play the guitar at the fucking funeral
Big guns so they drinking big shots
And my gang go Saddam Hussein and missile-launch
The Korean call me "Wayne Chang"—now listen, ma
I don't know karate, but after the brain, I'll kick you out
You niggas suck like Tony Romo, no homo
And I'm all about my money, I get paid for promo, yeah!
I'm the man in this bitch
They say money talks; well, I'm the ventriloquist
And if I ever jump, I'll probably land in your bitch
Boy, that ho colder than my hand and my wrist
Boy, I'm more cooler than a fan and a mint
And when I'm done, this track will need a couple bandages
I be with savages, and I'm above average
I'm a crazy-ass star like a fucking asteri'k
You niggas can't see me, I'm on my Casper shit
Running so much game, I fuck around and lap a bitch
The club like a grocery, I just bag a bitch
And you know I'm gon' score like Deion after picks
I'm rollin' on a pill, she get that morning-after dick
And when my roll came down, guess what I did after it?
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I pop-popped, and took some Patrón shots
I pop-popped, and took some Grey Goose shots
I pop-popped
Yeah
Young Money, bitch, and if you niggas wanna do it
We chop-chop, and leave your back on the block
We pop cops, and ain't no rats on my block, I got shop
I got that dro, I got them pills, I got that yay'
Give it to them hoes and watch them bitches freak away

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Hahaha!
Young Money, bitch
Drought 3, in your neck, pussy
Haha! Like a Adam's apple, nigga
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Green and Yellow[Intro]
I got Nosk in here with me
This ain't a diss song
But uh

[Hook]
Yeah huh-huh, you know what it is
I'm a Cheesehead, y'all niggas Cheez-Whiz
Pittsburgh Steelers, that's nothing
That Superbowl ring, that's stunting
Up in your town when you see me you know everything
Green and yellow green and yellow
Green and yellow green and yellow
I put it down, representing for my team
I'm in
Green and yellow green and yellow
Green and yellow green and yellow

[Verse 1]
Money green, yellow broad
Aaron Rodgers: MVP award
This is Green Bay, bitch we go hard
This is Packer country, where's your Green card?
Terrible towels, that shit is bo-ring
We got the ball, you know we scoring
Yeah, and that's how we rocking, heavy metal
I'm up in this bitch with more Bloods than a blood vessel
Pitt going down, say hello to the devil
Just beat the Bears, now we got the Steelers on the schedule
Yeah, no love for them, breaking hearts
We gonna toast these niggas...Pop-tarts
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Got a call from my homie, this just in
The Packers in the Superbowl, and they better win
They call him Big Ben, but he weak though
We in Dallas but we Lambeau Leap, ho
Long hair don't care: Clay Matthews
We shitting on these fools, no bathroom
Got a pocket full of big faces
Throw it up, touchdown on Ike Taylor

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Huh...big Gs on the helmet
Steel Curtain, what is that, velvet?
If we win, I'm-a throw a Superbowl party
And blow a cigar like Vince Lombardi
I'm in Wisconsin, smoking Amsterdam
Yeah, I'm from New Orleans but I've been a Packers fan
We knocked the Eagles and the Falcons and the Bears off
Now we about to cut Troy Polamalu hair off

[Hook]
[Outro]
Uh, go pack go
Uh, go pack go
Uh, we yelling go pack go

I gotta say this ain't a diss song
I do love my team
Yeah, that's the team with the big 'G's on the helmet
You know what it is
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Put Some Keys On That[Intro]
Weed and syrup is the combination
And the inspiration is you pussy-ass niggas
I just realized y'all can't fuck with me
And you never will, bitch-ass niggas
Weezy F. Baby, believe that
Haha, yeah

[Verse]
I got them 24-inches, sitting on them Joe Buddens
And the trunk straight jumping, bitch, I can't hear nothing
Or I might do the Spurs, sitting on them Tim Duncans
And in that Lamborghini, I do donuts like Dunkins
How come every bad bitch with a pussy wanna fuck him?
But I just feed 'em drugs and just watch 'em fuck each other
My neck was a hundred, and my wrist was another
It make her pussy wet, I leave that bitch with a puddle
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle
Peyton Manning flow: I just go, no huddle
Baby girl getting straight dick, no cuddle
You know I'm out this world, I just bought 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 it "cheese on them grits"
You niggas ain't balling
Real talk, you niggas can't guard me
Two niggas can't guard me, you looking at Jordan
From the side, like Spike at the Garden
I got the hardest bars, call me the warden
Yeah, excuse me, pardon
I break a bitch down like Tonya Harding
Bitch, I'm col', not dude off Martin
Pockets just fat like the Klumps and Norbit
Bitch, I'm fly like a magic carpet
And bitch, I'm fresh like a pack of Orbit
See, I'ma take it and go bring it back to New Orleans
And bitch, I'ma shine in the land of darkness
In which I'ma grind 'til my stacks is tall as a wall is
And I'm high, don't wan' know how deep the fall is
No, I can't come down
And every time I send my girl out of town—
I put some keys on that bitch
I'm a certified gangsta
Haters make me nauseous, the money make me anxious
Listen how my words are poetic like Langston
Dreads down my back like I come straight from Kingston
But I come from Hollygrove, seventeen, danger zone
So many C-notes, I can sing a song
T-top coupe, looking like a thong
Your girl love my dick, she treats it like a bong
I don't wan' be right if gettin' high is wrong
My eyes so low, I look like I'm from Hong Kong
Boy, I got more green than the Bishop Don Juan
OK, I'm not a rookie, I'm a pro... -methazine fiend
Make the homies say, "Ho!" and make all the girlies scream
I am a vegetarian, man, I only eat beats
Wear a lot of carats, and I smoke the best greens
No beef in my grocery bag
Just some Swishers and a whole bunch of cans of whoop-ass, ha
I'm strapped, like a bookbag
So anyone of y'all can come on and get a foot tag
D.O.A, ride all night
Sleep, no way—sleep when I lay
Six feet deep, and until that day
I'ma be living like it is that day
Yeah, I keep holding on
I said, "Bitch, I been hot; bitch, the stove been on"
If you don't like it, I roll over and roll along
Fuck you and the horse that you rode in on
Yeah, some cool shorts and my Kobes on
Looking slicker than the lane that you bowling on
If they ain't tell you I'm the shit, then they told you wrong
Bitch, I'm bubbling like soda foam in a Styrofoam... cup
You know what's in my styrofoam? "What?"
S-Y-R-up!
That's my car, yup—Vrooommmmm! Errr!
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Groupie Gang[Intro: DJ Drama]
Y'all know what this is
Tunechi Gang
Pump, what's up?

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Lean made me swerve in the cruising lane (swerve)
Your money funny like Pootie Tang
Had to leave Cash Money, had to do my thing (swerve)
New password, new username (yahh)
My new teams loves having newer things (yahh)
One phone call and my jeweler came
I bought you and you and you and you and you a chain (brrp)
Daddy got bust at the gun range (tah!)
My drugs cost more than your mortgage (mortgage)
The hoes gon' throw 'em out regardless (regardless)
I'ma throw the hoes another party
Nigga, I ain't got hoes, I got an audience, damn
Every week fashion week, runway (runway)
Fly the bitch overseas, one way (one way)
The bitch come around here and go both ways
Made her eat so much pussy, need a lunch break, damn
She don't even hable inglés (inglés)
Got the booty with the thighs and a shrunk waist (damn)
And right between her thighs is an entreé (damn)
And she know I'ma need more than one plate, yeah
And I look up in the sky through my sun shades (yeah)
Lookin' in the eyes of a sun ray
I ask it "Can I shine," it say "All day"
Made the sign of cross over the heart ray, amen
Boom-bang, red beam, blue flame (blue flame)
Tunechi got clique like Hussein (Hussein)
Stick that kick like Liu Kang
My bitch got tits and two chains
Damn, I'm tied to the track of a money train (money train)
You blind to the fact, that's a fucking shame (fucking shame)
I still countin' bread with the butter stains (ooh!)
Got the world on my back, you got puppet strings, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang
Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Your bitch fucked 'til the Uber came
My clique love sipping Houston drank
Yeah, that's purple, magenta, and fuchsia, man (yah)
My bitch love watching Boomerang (yah)
My kids love watching Stranger Things
It's guerilla warfare, y'all orangutans (ooh)
She gon' hit the cocaine like a hurricane (yah)
It gon' make her do a whole lot of other things (yah)
It gon' make her takeoff then jump off of the plane
Make her race racecars in the lovin' lane, pyong!
Make her drop the top in the summer rain
Make her pussy come again, tell these pussies "Come again"
Fuck her hard fuck her soft, she want love and pain
She gon' have to walk it off or do the running man (pyong!)
Nigga, fuck the game, fuck the game, fuck the game
What they think it's wonderland? Think it's fun and games (nah)
These funny ass niggas think they Martin Payne
Try to walk it like you talk it, never walk again (ayy!)
Hundred thousand flat in a rubber band
But I could get you whacked for some pocket change (brrp)
And my niggas snap like the paparazzi gang (brrat)
And you know they say a picture say a thousand things (brrp)
She wanna be with me and feel alive again
She wanna join a gang but she gotta train
I never knew her name, still forgot her name
Thots shall never ever thot again
I flew her to Columbia, her body changed (pssh!)
She came back home with the model frame
Now all the hoes wanna know her doctor name
All these hoes looking for a power change, brrt
Damn, who that is? Him? Not again (not again)
He don't get the picture 'til it's out the frame (out the frame)
Nigga washed up like a box of Gain (box of Gain)
He don't get the scripture 'til the choir sang
Amen, Tunechi mane, Tunechi mane, mula gang (mula gang)
Live life, Superman running through the veins
Street smart, nigga, I could be a tutor mane
My shooters aim at your motherfucking pupil, mane, bang
Don't talk stupid, it's your block, we gon' be loopin', mane (skrt!)
My gang stay away from the trooper gang
Spit flame like my name King Koopa, mane
But if the pussy sweet, you can call me Sugar Shane, yayy!
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang
Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Your bitch out of my groupie gang
Can't blame her, I give you to blame
Eat xan bars like Nutrigain
Coochi better smell like sushi mane
Another pain pill, that'll sooth the pain
Tunechi mane, Tunchi mane, mula gang
Groupie gang, groupie gang
Groupie gang, groupie gang
Your bitch out of my groupie gang
Your bitch fucked 'til the Uber came
My bitch love to do hookah mane
My black barbies got booty fame (damn)
My white barbies got Hooters fame (damn)
I'm a eye doctor that you should blame (yeah)
When she tell you she don't wanna see you again (yuh)
The lean made me swerve in the crusing lane (swerve)
Your money funny like Pootie Tang (ha)
Had to leave Cash Money, had to do my thing (swerve)
New password, new username, ayy

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Thots shall never ever thot again
Thots shall never ever thot again
Thots shall never ever thot again
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No Ceilings (Pop That)[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
I say pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
You gotta pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that
No ceilings

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay: pockets on He-Man, I get it if I demand
Man, I do it big, to me you niggas wee, man
'Bout to go Pecans, I beat it like three hands
Weezy in the building, you other niggas freelance
I dont give a fizzuck, I done got my shit up
I gotta do a bid; that's push-ups, sit-ups
Fuck with Young Money, bitch nigga get hit up
N-Nigga, "fuck" can't even fuck with us
I'm a Eastside nigga, yeah, Eastside, nigga
Where the muthafucking beef gets deep-fried, nigga
Nigga couldn't see me with three eyes, nigga
You’s a bitch: no U-N-I-T-Y, nigga
On the mic I’m like Pac, I'm like B-I, nigga
Whoever don’t agree come and see my nigga
I'll be waiting in my mansion, seaside nigga
Young muthafucking M-O-N-E-Y, nigga
[Bridge]
Hurt no, hurt no
I dont wanna hurt no, hurt no
But they keep pushing me, pushing me
But they keep pushing me, pushing me
I dont wanna hurt nobody tonight
I dont wanna hurt nobody tonight
But they keep pushing me, pushing me
Everyday pushing me, pushing me

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
I say pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
You gotta pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that
No ceilings

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Okay: Cool & Dre, this is No Ceilings
I do this all day; I got bars, no railings
Looking for a bitch for some sexual healing
Open up her mouth and she catch it like Braylon
Young Weezy F, the 'F' is not for failing
Swagger just dumb, call it Sarah Palin
If you niggas fly, then I must be parasailing
We-We are not the same, I'm a mutherfucking alien
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Back on my saddle with my tool in my hand
Uptown real nigga, bitch, landed in the sand
Back home, nigga, did it for the land
For the grand with the money with the tool in my hand
High life, give a fuck about your stripes, homie
Killer kill, killer spend your bin daily, homie
Turn left get your switch turned off, nigga
Turn right and get your shit took off, nigga
Fuck Grey Goose, cause we higher than we ever been
More loaded, white doves, burning hundreds
Overseas nigga pitching on the top floor
High floor situation from the bottom floor
Born in the middle, shining like a diamond
Red diamonds, big diamonds how we roll, nigga
On 24s, fucking all these hoes, nigga
High life: getting money then we go, nigga

[Outro]
Hurt no, hurt no
I dont wanna hurt no, hurt no
But they keep pushing me, pushing me
But they keep pushing me, pushing me
I dont wanna hurt nobody tonight
I dont wanna hurt nobody tonight
But they keep pushing me, pushing me
Everyday pushing me, pushing me3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Popular[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Yeah!
She got that good good
She Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her wit her attractive ass
She got that good good
She Michael Jackson bad
I'm-I'm attracted to her

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh!
She a monster, I’m her sponsor
She run through my head, Chris Johnson
I’ma tackle her, get in back of her
Bust that open suck that pussy like the Dracula
What your man doing? Tell him fall back
Throw that pussy at me, baseball bat
I kiss her where she point
I make her lose her voice
I see her when I want, call that viewers choice
Number one lover, she want none other
Don't need another one when we got one another
I take her out and then I take her down
I beat it up twelve rounds

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
She-she got that good good
She got that got that good
She got, she got that got that
She got that good good
She Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her wit her attractive ass
[Hook: Lil Twist]
Okay, I’m watching you baby
And thinking about all of the things that I can do baby
On top of the world when I'm on top of you baby
Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby Okay, I’m watching you baby
And thinking about all of the things that I can do baby
On top of the world when I'm on top of you baby
Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh!
She a monster, but im a beast though
Take her clothes off, with my teeth though
I beat slow or I can hit it fast
I do it how she ask, and I cum last
I bust her ass, we tear it down
Then I gotta split like James Brown
Its all love, I come back around
And if she back it up, then-then I back it down
Tell me something is you ready for me baby
Take this beast up out my pants and let you pet it for me baby
My dick on professor Klump jump on this Eddie for me baby
And when you fuck with me they give you credit for it baby yeah

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
She-she got that good good
She got that got that good
She got, she got that got that
She got that good good
She Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her wit her attractive ass
[Hook: Lil Twist]
Okay, I’m watching you baby
And thinking about all of the things that I can do baby
On top of the world when I'm on top of you baby
Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby Okay, I’m watching you baby
And thinking about all of the things that I can do baby
On top of the world when I'm on top of you baby
Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh!
She got that good good she Michael Jackson bad
I’m attracted to her for her atractive ass
So pack your bags, I fly you in
Soon as she land, we get it in
She love to put her legs around my neck
I promise if I fuck her harder she gon' choke me to death ha
And its always wet, don't know if she the best I ever had
But she's the best I had yet

[Hook: Lil Twist]
Okay, I’m watching you baby (uh)
And thinking about all of the things that I can do baby
On top of the world when I'm on top of you baby
Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby (yeah)
[Outro Lil Twist & Lil Wayne]
Hey and you get popular baby (Lil Twist)
And like a cradle I'll be rockin' you baby (yeah)
I feel good when I'm on top of you baby
So I'mma stay on top of you baby, hey

You`ll be popular baby
I'll be rockin you baby
I'm on top of you baby
And I'mma stay on top of you baby hahaha

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Young[Intro]
Gangsta—
Gangsta—
Gangsta Grizzils

[Verse]
Well, tonight I found my price to the spender
And she cried about our life to the listener
And she asked me for advice, so I pimped her
Turn that chicken head to a chicken tender
In a Wraith, in a Wraith, out of state license plates
I got yay an AK and a temper
In a Wraith, in a Wraith
Don't know how I'm drivin' straight
I sipped a lake of that grape, thirst quencher, oh
Girl, fuck with him and get your money
You fuck with me, you missin' money, then you miss your molly
I get the money, spend the money, then I miss the money
But it come right back, right back, right back
That's that Frisbee money
That's Santa climbin' down the chimney, money with the duffy
It come back, run around the gang, yeah that's some dizzy money
The Humpty Dumpty, she get on that dick, she's very comfy
I put a Rolie on her wrist, she used to wear a scrunchy
Party times, Tunechi wise
Wifey's size, truly lies
Booty, thighs, bougie pride
Gucci slides, moody, tired
Woozy, high, movie night
Jacuzzi time, ooo-ee, ahh
Dinner, prime; sushi, wine
And for dessert I have the cutie-pie
Lied about the price to the spender
And I lied about my height on Tinder
And if I hit it one time I won't remember
But can't forget it if she bring another member
Double date, double date
In a Wraith, in a Wraith
Bitch, I'm eatin' full plate like November
In a Wraith, in a Wraith
In a different mind state
Let her sniff some snowflakes and call her Winter (yah)
Fuck with him and get the money
Then come fuck with me and split the money
I'll fuck her when she with her buddy
She guzzle dick and kiss her buddy
She said I love you when he send some money
I said I love you give your pimp some money
And she don't ask how much she just come dump it
And I don't ask how high I just start jumpin'
You ain't know I kiss below the button, what
Girl close your eyes and let me show you somethin', what
And if you ride me like the road is bumpin', what
I leave my key in and the motor runnin', what
Oh my god I hope they kissin' cousins
If they not it's gon' be consequences, repercussions
Woah, I just count a hundred thousand hundreds
And I told my babe ride the wave, Cowabunga
Lied about her night to her nigga
Her vagina 'bout to cry me a river
If she ask me for advice and I igged her
But she know it wasn't me, it was the sizzurp
Gotta wait, gotta wait
'Til I wake, 'til I wake
I wake up and tell bae how much I missed her
She looks straight in my face then start pointin' to the space
Where she want it on her face, she's particular
[Outro]
Y-O-U-N-G with money, yeah
We Y-O-U-N-G with money
Y-O-U-N-G with money
Y-O-U-N-G with money
Ayo, Stunna nigga need his money
You heard somethin' Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da, ooh
Y-O-U-N-G with money
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That’s All I Have[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Nigga ain't let me catch my breath
Nah, you heard me?

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ahhh! Peek-a-boo, bitch! (Yeah) Swag scare your kids (Huh?)
My airplane clothes flyer than your bestest shit (Really)
Gorillas in the mist, pro-Black: pump they fist
I'm from the Planet of the Apes, King Kong clips (Blah)
Silence lambs, bitch (Yes), run through your land tripping (Hahaha)
Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can you? (No)
If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas (Ha)
This how I'm living, getting tatted in some house slippers (Ah)
I like my bitches simple: lay back, relax your mental (Bitch)
Shit, you know what I do; now, tell me what you tryna get into
The man car's rented (Right), the man car killing (Yes)
Gossiping? Man, fuck the car! Look at the man in it, ha!
Ha! Boys-to-man business (Yes), we don't hire bitches (No)
Just fire bitches: Young Money fire-spitters (Ahhh)
Them red ants is with us (Haha), and they ain't ate they dinner (No)
Begin the feast; feet lying, fatality finish
I'm killin these records, they put me in Guinness
I really don't give a f-fuck if you witness
You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it
I'm still gonna get my fucking percentage
I cuss a lot 'cause, bitch, I'm serious, Young No-Beard
Get soup, like gumbo with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch
[Break: Lil Wayne]
Now, my dog, T, was just rocking, you heard me?
Hit the weed, T! You heard me?

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ugh! now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightning streak, ugh
Weezy F. Baby, I do it big—weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches tryna Cirque du Soleil me
Got some new bitches, Trel got em' laughin'
The one that gave me head could suck the nail out a casket
Shotgun on the kitchen table, bullet shells in the cabinet
Fucking with me is like stepping on the tail of a dragon
Wet pussy is my cabin, more bitches than a pageant
I keep a house full, nigga—call me Bob Saget
Spending time backwards, hotter than a cactus
And we ain't in the building—we the fucking contractors
Y—YM, motherfucker, why hate it?
Young Money down your throat, you gotta stay hydrated
Quarterback Weezy, young Tom Brady
Open up your mouth, and catch a bomb, baby, haha!
Good morning, dude, Eagle-Street-Corner Tune
Long dough, no shortbread, no Lorna Doone
I'm warnin' you: We on the move
Bunch of female dogs and garden tools
That's bitches and hoes, hospital full, sick of my flow
Hi—Hip-hop was washed up
So I brought some change to finish my load
I load millions and more millions
Money to the ceilings? Nigga, No Ceilings! I'm out!
[Verse 3: Shanell]
Step up in this bitch, five o'clock in the morning
The world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning
I'ma get that worm now; tell 'em it's my turn now
Y'all niggas need a lesson, on some ethic—you gon' learn now
I do this for the love of it; saliva, 'cause I love to spit
And I juke it; for my future records y'all gon' love to spin
Fucking with my bred'ren, 10 years strong
And he put them dreads in: Silver, John Long
But he's more like platinum; hold up, here's a napkin
Pick your jaw up off the floor, and tuck your tongue right back in
Tell me, where is Mack Maine?

[Outro: Shanell]
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What’s Wrong with Them[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Life on the rocks
Too hard to swallow
So we get high till it feel like the sky low
Ya’ll boys just a bunch of pussy cats, Milo
Money is the song
Pockets on high note
Do Re Mi Fa So
I rock like a fossil
Big boss shit, Paul Castellano
Shoot your ass up, now crawl out the condo
That's that nine nigga ughh, Rondo
Sleeping with the enemy, so I fuck the world
To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl
The sweetest southern girl, sweetest southern girl

[Refrain: Nicki Minaj]
This is times up
Put your signs up
They done picked my dude
Out the line up
Baby what the fuck is wrong with them
What the fuck is wrong with them
You see many you call
Very few are chosen
Looking at the wall
You can feel them close in
Baby what the fuck is wrong with them
What the fuck is wrong with them
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Mind over matter, money over all
The world is on my shoulders
Should I dust my shoulders off?
Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls
Fuck the bullshit but just don’t fuck it raw
Man pussy has a pattern and I know where I’m going
And if you got beef I turn it to a tenderloin
Sanity kills so I live the crazy life
I wonder if they'll pay attention if I change the price
Life is my wife, till death do us part
Man I’m fly as fuck, you ain't even next to depart
Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art

[Refrain]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Stepping on the bullshit, you can be my doormat
Y’all ain't going nowhere with that hating shit, four flat
Disrespectful on the beat, Borat
Fuck the system and the pussy wasn’t all that
Yeah, now time’s getting shorter
Red Light on your head like a fucking recorder now
Don't you cross me, you do better crossing the border
So much money piled up, I’m a motherfucking hoarder
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I’m That Nigga[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl, fuck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, hey, hey

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Crazy 'bout my money, pay me by the hundreds
I'm waitin', count it for me, I got all day, nigga, I ain't rushin'
Overpaid, fuck a budget (Yeah)
I'm overdue, I ain't budgin' (Yeah)
I want my bread, fuck the muffins (Yeah)
Without my cream I'm sour onion (Yeah)
I pour codeine in a LeBron Sprite (A LeBron Sprite)
Pop a Percocet, I feel like Iron Mike (I feel like)
Strip club, I make 30K, skydive
I get head on a high-rise, my life awesome
I thank God mama didn't have an abortion (Yeah)
So every time I get paid she get a portion (She get a)
I made a fortune (I made a)
I'm havin' foursomes (I'm havin')
Don’t have to force 'em (No)
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
'Cause I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
Fuck these niggas, on second thought, baby, don't fuck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, hey, hey
[Verse 2: HoodyBaby]
Goin' berserk, I been whippin' the work
Grimy as fuck, I sell a brick in the church
Now baby, pass me my Hammer, go bail my bro out the slammer
Soon as I pour up this Fanta, I'm kickin' ass in Atlanta
I'm in L.A. with some women, I'm in Miami with hoes
Go overseas with my woes, merci beaucoup I suppose
My ho on the globe, I'm pourin' the 4
They got coke on the table, they got dope on the floor
You're really reading me wrong, phone roamin' in Rome
It's like I set it in stone, we blowin' blunts of the strong
My safe like steak, I'm tryin' to filet mignon
What's left to say, I say we kill 'em and gone

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
'Cause I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
Fuck these niggas, on second thought, baby, don't fuck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, hey, hey
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Crazy 'bout my money (Crazy)
Psycho 'bout my money (Psycho)
Spiteful 'bout my money
Bow, snipe about my money
Yeah, kill you behind my money
I really need a lot of money (Yep)
My bitch like nice things
And my children grew out them Huggies, yeah
I pour codeine in a Jones soda (Jones soda)
Pop a Percocet, I feel like Balboa (Balboa)
Roger that, 10-4, psh, man over (Over)
These sluts just want my nuts, I feel like granola
Oh, I pass time like a Backwood (Backwood)
I gets high off that good, but I land good (Land good)
I'm flat-foot but dance good and kick ass good (Yeah)
These niggas can't hold me, I'm a handful

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, the nigga nigga
I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, the nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl, fuck these niggas
I'm the nigga you love, I'm the nigga you love
I'm the nigga you love, I'm the nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, hey, hey
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
'Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga
Because I'm the nigga, the nigga
Because I'm the nigga, girl, fuck these, girl, fuck these niggas
On second thought, baby, don't fuck these niggas
Pullin' triggers, my home up diggers, don't try me, nigga
Pullin' triggers, my come up figures, don't try me, nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, I'm not them niggas
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, now I'm that nigga, yeah18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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My Darlin BabyCan I dig it
When you baby me
Oooh oooh, oooh
My darl
Oooh
My darling baby
You're in

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, more beautiful than the world
Word, matter of fact beautiful ain't the word
Unexplainable is the beauty of her
And I will be the race car hitting her curves
Errrrr
I drive her crazy, stupid retarded
Yeah and then I park it
She got a smile on her that put a smile on me
She cater to me she get all destiny child on me
She ride for me even though I got miles on me
She gon ride till the day they put flowers on me
Thats my darling
And I love it, yeh
Thats my, yeh
So sweet she bad for me
But she so good I'll take the cavity
Falling for her like how safe is gravity
I'll make your girl about face and marry me
Hahahaha, yeh
I do, do you
[Drake]
But ahhh, the things I'm willing to do to her
I wish I could have a threesome with two of her
I would sing a love song if I knew the words
But I'll be damned if another nigga do it first
Cos you the one, damn I think I see the sun
I guess that mean you gotta run
Well holla at me when you done

[Hook]
Can I dig it
When you baby
Woop woop woop
My darling baby

[Drake]
Uhh
She nothing like every other dime
I think about her and couple things come to mind
Thoughts like if she end up my baby mother fine
Cos we only use a rubber like every other time
Oooh, I bet she so embarrassed
I had to take her ass to Paris
Give her the moments that she cherish
You know
[Lil Wayne]
Yep
She got it coming to her like an heiress
And anything she want I Will like Farris
Oops I meant ferris and in the coupe I tint very light
So them hating bitches can see me and you at every light
Oooh, and I hope its one of them long lights
I mean I hope its one of them long nights
No wrong turns, ain't no such things as a wrong right

[Drake]
Uh yeah
You make me feel so good
And every time we cut I swear it heals so good
Its been over a year that shit is still so good
No adjusting for you, you know just what to do and all
Yea, oh and I love it
See I'm trying to make it public
I think the glass slipper does fit

[Lil Wayne]
And yesterday I told her she a muthafucker
And how her new haircut is so becoming of her
Oh thats your girl, well I'mma make a women of her
Never do to another what we do one another
Now thats a numbers for ya, and i'll give up my summers for ya
Yeah I'll spend my winters and my springs on it
And put a ring on it, eyy
[Hook]

[Drake]
Uhh, just say yes not no
The club is overrated baby lets not go
Lets stay home and burn a couple calories
Fuck the house up and make the maid earn a salary
Yeah I cook you dinner if you cook me breakfast
They say that nobodies perfect but you look perfected
I really love to be the one you took a step with
So trust me when I tell you it'd be worth the effort

[Lil Wayne]
Shes unbelievable like a purple leopard
Just give me the formula watch me work the method
Hehe, Weezy F, I prefer the best shit
And babe you the fucking best
You deserve a trophy
You could be my four leaf clover
Her clothes aren't tight nigga their cosy
And when she turn around they say Whoa like Joey
Thats my baby
And I love it
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Life of Mr. Carter[Refrain]
What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?
Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson
You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons
Little voices in my head said, "Don't mind the little voices," woah

[Verse 1]
What's harder, love or Mr. Carter?
Especially when these hoes ain't right, these hoes ain't loyal
Shit, who's wrong? Who's right? Just ask my lawyer
Right or wrong, I'm still gon' take his advice, he take my orders
I'll be a-okay instead of alright, or kinda-sorta
And before I ever take that for granted, I take the charges
See, you can't believe in all of the hype you hear at the barber
If the odds are stacked against us, they're likely to stack 'em on us
Lil Tune, Jurassic in the room, Tyrannosaurus
I ain't steal it, I took it, I ain't crooked, I'm cater-cornered
And if my fruits of labor were ripe, I would have an orchard
But I'm nauseous from my ups-and-downs and back-and-forwards
Shit, Mr. Carter, eyes are always on you
So I smile for the cameras and hide from the reporters
Roll a blunt up in this bitch, when it burn, it start my motor
Shoulder shruggin' in this bitch 'cause the world is on my shoulders, shit
What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?
Tune in this bitch, let's spike the Holy Water
Tryna stay grounded, my flights said no departures
Shit, what's harder, murder or abortion? Woah
What's harder, death or Mr. Carter?
Is it easier to play deaf or to listen harder?
I'm like, "Girl, what's harder than life for Mr. Carter?
Knock on wood, but with the wood comes termites and turmoil"
What's easier, to change diapers or back to normal?
Times are changing like Father Time just lost his father
What's harder, to ask for sorrow or to borrow?
Or to break hearts or get your heart broke? I don't know
[Refrain]
I ask, "What's harder, jail or Mr. Carter?
School or Mr. Carter? The news or Mr. Carter?
Man, what's harder, drugs or Mr. Carter?
Judge or Mr. Carter? Court and order, yeah"

[Verse 2]
What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?
I ride for this shit like a knight in shining armor
I pile up the dope and roll it tight like UnderArmour
Coming from this neighborhood, it's just like coming from comas
I got homies from the old school, and we been lost our diplomas
Got some hoes from California, think they shit smell like begonias
Got a bone to pick? I pick it 'til you're boneless
Like I come from San Antonio, pop up at the spur of the moment, how you want it?
When in Hell, I'm a Roman; head on fire, I'm a comet
Heat up out my abdomen, and you know me
Man, I'm all about my business, business handle business for me
I know you know life's a bitch, turned her to a business woman, mind your business
I'm sayin', "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?
What's higher, the price or Mr. Carter?
Should I call you Mystery? Because I'm right here to solve you
And if you start to smell fear or fright, I sprayed it on you"
I made it, and when I made it, you hate it, I made it, on you
You know the streets talk, my nigga, don't make 'em argue
Niggas faded away, I light one and get faded for you
I'm reclinin', Weezy Baby, La-Z-Boy you, they enjoy you
[Outro]
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Seat Down Low[Intro]
Yeah
It's me and T, man
T.I.
Dot-com, bitch! Hahaha!
T.I.P., fuck with your boy
Ayy, that is my brothers, ladies and gentlemen
T.I.—and he is the king, bitch
Don't get that shit twisted
And me? I am the best rapper alive—ladies and gentlemen, hello!
This is Da Drought 3
And it's been a minute since I've rapped on a Mannie Fresh beat, but, uh...
I guess I'll go 'head on and show these niggas what to do with one of your beats, man
Listen

[Verse]
I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked
Riding with a bad ho with her girlfriend in the back
I like to get real high, and I never look back
And you don't wanna try, man—don't I look strapped?
I come from the hardest city, ain't nobody fucking with it
Got a black-and-gold soul, with a fresh New Orleans fitted
And a collar Polo and a pair of Bally Bucks
Young Money, motherfucker, know you worried 'bout us
Cash Money, motherfucker, CMR, I trust
Never had my jaw broken, but his jaw, I bust
And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus
What happens on my bus stays on my bus
And that white widow weed out the jar is a must
If you give me a cigar, then a cigar, I'll bust
Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff
Look ma, I'm tryna make a porno, starring us
Well, not just us—a couple foreign sluts
Yeah, we could make this a ménage à trois-ing, darling
I be with Jim Jones, and we be balling—balling?
Yeah, baby, we balling, like Rawlings and Spalding
Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiian, I am—
Leaning like a three-legged lion, climbing—
Right to the top of the motherfucking mountain, counting
I'm gonna need me and a accountant to count it
Mannie got this fucking beat pounding—it's pounding
But it was just lost until I found it—I found it
Stole it like a scoundrel, Hollygrove hound it
Put this bitch to sleep—fucking right—I nightgowned it
Niggas talkin cheap; tell them niggas, "Pipe down, bitch!"
Bloods in the building, and now, everybody soundless
Beating up this track like a motherfucking round-fist
Blind, deaf, or crazy, I'ma 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
Say, where my cheese, nigga? Where my macaroni?
Baby, I get up in that ass and act a donkey
Candy on candy, nigga, gripping the grain
See, I am the only fire that can live in the rain
I am so, so New Orleans
Like 18-25-TULANE!
[Outro]
Hahaha.... See, you gotta be from New Orleans to know what the fuck I'm talkin bout
And if you don't, fuck you
Hahaha
I say what I want
And I don't want nothing
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Weezy’s Ambitions[Intro]
Money, money, money
Get a dolla and a dick
Weezy baby dat crack
Mother fucker get a fix
Got money out the ass
No homo
But im rich
Boutta …

Money, money, money
Get a dollar and a dick
Weezy baby dat crack
Mother fucker get a fix
Got money out the ass
No homo
But im rich
Boutta …

[Verse]
Money money money get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES
Yep, I'm a muthafucking trip
I'mma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
900 to a grand get chu 28 grams
If you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man
And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed spring
Walkin a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young Tunechi that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, trying keep the reaper off me
I drink alotta syrup Bitches say im sleep walkin
Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da target
Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded
We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game no arguing
And I don't ever write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com bitch log in
Put a pillow under ya knees
And keep ya jaws in
All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet
They usually want a baller and the young nigga balling
Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggy
But my father rich as fuck All my brothers left the family
We said fuck it, Bought 2 houses in miami
I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
Any rapper wanna get at me
Tell ya label contact me
Hundred for a feature
Wanna battle ill beat cha
I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss cita
Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason
Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even
There's a 305 diamond I wanted ever since I seen her
Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming
Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina
Nada, Sim seemer, Ten keys in the Beamer
Got a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still living
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrone, I don't play
No ice I like my drink straight, not gay
And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid
I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rage Rov
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mommy I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hoes
Price sizing for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe
Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve
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Gettin Some Head[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was wit the kinda girl that make ya toes pop
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was wit the kinda girl that make ya toes pop

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ridin' with a bitch I call hot mouth Shelly
She pop them ecstasies and get that cottonmouth heavy
I give her a bottle of water bitch break out sweatin'
And then she get straight to that head like a fuckin' excedrin
I'm a fly ass nigga take a look at me bitch
Now ho go and tell the cops I gotta crook in my dick
Straight gut a bitch open like a hook in a fish
I got a lady from Paris that french kiss my shit
Yea why you think I gotta tint my whips
'Cause I be gettin' some head, right in my shit
You say you love that woman, but that been my bitch
And if you kiss that woman, than you suck my dick
These hoes is nasty, y'all niggas is trippin'
I got a bitch with her mouth like that boy Ken Griffey
When I'm out in the streets better believe I'm pimpin'
And if you ever saw me with one of them video vixens
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was wit the kinda girl that make ya toes pop
Super head what's good? Super head what's good? Super head what's good?

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
You know me I smoke a blunt while I'm gettin' brain
Stick my finger in her butt while I'm gettin' brain
Yeah I'm nasty bitch! What? Lil Wayne!
I liked them Mac'd up lips and two tongue rings
I gotta say it I'm the President I run things
All these hoes tryna save a nigga cum stains
Real talk I get head I get head on the airplane
Bitch be climbin' all over that little chair thang
I pull her hair back
She holla yeah back
I like a bitch wit some lips like a bear trap
And I don't mind goin' down I take care of that
I have homie at home like where she at?
She wit me in my bad ass ride
Givin' me a blow job like a 9-5
She said she eat her vegetables so she stay alive
So she slobbed on my knob
Like corn on the cob
[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]
I mean I make her fiend for that dick
They be pumping the P, P be pumping 'em
Look at they ass they gotta tell me just go
You ain't fucking with me when it come to these hoes
Bust fast across they chin
What I'm saying to them man I don't pretend
Push one button, and the chrome [?] ducking
Keep it going like the grill on the [?]
She's a freak she want D's and some [?]
Show her keys and the skirt'll go and shirt'll go
She say I hurt her tho, in the cervical
She being murdered tho, give her vertical
Baller G ain't no apology
Wanna have a couple words better call a G
Man I seen your sports car but it's smaller B
The Enzo's outside for you all to see
Look at my chains, look at my rings
Rocks and watches, bracelet plain
Keepin' it going, with a brick a day
Can't compare so you just complain
Mad as a bitch, grabbing ya bitch
Get OJ start stabbing ya bitch
I'm Macy here's a cab for ya bitch
Call me on my niggas shit beg and laugh at ya bitch
A.C., gotta stay cool mane
Never let 'em see you sweat that's the rule mane
Hit her till we through mane
Send her back to you mane
That's what we do mane
Bubble gum chew mane
Other than that catch me getting some bread
If you see my billboards I be getting some head
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I was gettin' some
Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy)
I was gettin' some (Ayy)
Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy)
I was gettin' some head (Ayy)
Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy)
I was wit the kinda girl that make ya toes pop
I was gettin' some
Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy)
I was gettin' some (Ayy)
Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy)
I was gettin' some head (Ayy)
Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy)
I was wit the kinda girl that make ya toes pop
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Lil Wayne’s TattoosA body map of Lil Wayne's tattoos, starting from the top-right, working down to bottom-left
Right Face:
I Am Music
Orléans
Teardrops
5Boro Pigeon
Deathwish Skateboards Logo
Left Face:
Misunderstood
Lucky Me
Teardrop
3 Dots
TUNE
999

Eyes:
Fear God
Forehead:
Cross
C
Baked
Lips:
Smiley Face
Neck:
Weezy
Blessed
Baby
Lucky me
Sikk Fukk
Soo Woo
Chest:
CashMoney
Bang Bang
M.O.B. (Cause they breed envy)
Life's a gamble
DAMU
5 stars
Sikk Fuck
Angel Wings
Stomach
17
Apple Eagle
BM JR
R.I.P. TB
Red Skull
Back:
Give me the patience that I need to keep my peace of mind...
New Orleans Bloods
Map Of Louisiana
Skull
Right Arm:
BABY
9-27-82
Power
In Memory of Rabbit: It's Up to Me
504
Left Arm:
Rolls Royce
SLIM
Thugged
ESPN
Right Hand:
Trigger
HOT
Concrete
SQAD
A Gun
Shake Junt
Skateboard
Left Hand:
The World
BOY
Street
Shit
Trina
Right Leg:
Young Money
"Lucky Me" verse
Left Leg:
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Lil Bitch[Intro]
No Ceilings
All my niggas clutchin'
All my niggas two-cuppin'
All my niggas rap and trap
They all got two phone numbers
Real one since day one
And all my niggas could vouch for me
None of my niggas lack in math
And all my niggas countin' money
Yeah

[Verse]
Pull up, banger on me
Bad bitch fainted on me
That purple drank stankin' on me
Don't wake me up, just put a blanket on me
Thank ya, homie, but I ain't ya homie
Diamonds blingin' like they blinkin' on me
All about the Ben Franklins, homie
Bitch can't even get an Abe Lincoln from me
Thinkin' normally, I ain't thinkin' normally
From New Orleans, guns bang in harmony
These little niggas is retarded
Puttin' testimony over sanctimony
All these niggas tryna sink the homie
Bitches tryna put the gangster on me
Feds tryna put sanctions on me
The doctor tryna do maintenance on me
Guess that's why I take  meds on 'em
Pop and sip and go to bed on 'em
New Ferrari, no head on it
Nice new carpet, you bled on it
These new artists no competition
Top of the charts no top of the menu
That ain't art, nigga drop the pencil
She drop the drawers, I never drop the pistol
But I drop the clip
And pull out a new clip
I'm not 'bout that lip
Bop-bop, nobody exempt
And you see the flaaag, as red as a bitch
You see the swaaag, I'm wavy and lit
My pops had them bricks, yeah, brick wall
My slime got them sticks, bop
And I can do tricks, yeah, skateboard
And my lil boo mixed, yeah
Just met her dad
Gave her momma a kiss
When she turned her back
I holla'd at sis
Yeah
Watch out lil bro
I fly G4
My slimes say I'm brazy, I used to talk to a globe
I tell it it's mine, I tell it "One day you be mine"
I tell the front page "You be mine"
I was locked up upstate for that iron
You know I'm comin' straight off the top
She knew I cum on her halter top
Cause she know I don't want no five children
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
Bitch, is you dykin' or not?
These niggas is wifin' the thots
I still got some white in my sock
As white as my sock
The white in her snot, uh
I know it could be anybody
So I prepare for everybody
We wavin' that thing at your body
We cravin' to catch us a body! Bop
Look at the watch on my friend
Say hello to my lil friend
My chopper due any day now
Bop-bop; that bitch just had twins
Lord, you run your mouth like a marathon
I just run out of them styrofoams
The Cialis give me testosterone
Now she got her legs on my collarbone
All on my neck like a herringbone
I had to sit down with Bizzy Bone
I had to sit down with Tity Boi
And told him just how I'mma kill his song
It's not a remix
It's just me, on my comeback and shit
I just unwrapped a brick
Put it on the scale, it come back thirty-six
It come back thirty-six
Then that's when we whip, we mastered the wrist
Then that's when it flip
Then after it flip, that's when it flip
You know what it's like when the feeling gone
I know what that's like when the ceiling gone
I know what that's like when the ceiling gone
I know what that's like when the ceiling gone
Watch out lil bitch
My partner got hitched
No influence
On me, it had no influence
I don't know my daaad, but my momma is rich
You see the red flaaag, but my partner a Crip
Damn! Watch out lil ho
Ooh, Pew, I fly G4
Ooh, you got jet laaag stuck at the airport
Damn, I'm in LA stuntin' on Melrose
Yeah, stuntin' on them hoes in them Yeezy's
Them Jeremy Scott's and Shelltoes
Okay!
I think I'mma need a check for shouting out Adidas like that
For real
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Let ’Em All In[Intro: DJ Drama]
I realize you niggas is like the objects in the rearview mirror—
You really appear much closer than you are
Got a long way to go, young boy

[Verse 1: Euro + DJ Drama]
Uh
Uh
Check
(Catch up, niggas!)
Let 'em all in, bet 'em all in
Put me in the jungle, I get us all minks
Don't play with my wave
Know what? Let 'em all sink
I don't need therapy, I got so big
Even when they talk crazy I still don't shrink
I'ma black out, Michael Blackson's skin tone
Homie gotta sit for a while back home
Hotline bling if you get his phone
Gotta own up or you get disowned
Eyes dried up, I don't really cry much
And the gold chain match everything I touch
Whip gotta match every bitch I fuck, foreign
Y'all niggas talkin' 'bout what? Borin'
Bane from it, I came from it
I'm raised by it, I'm stained from it
Shot for the stars from the darkness
I aim from it, now change comin'
Who'd have thought a nigga shake somethin'?
All these records, I'ma break somethin'
Playin' my shit around the graveyard
Y'all fuck around and wake somethin'
Mean mug like I hate somethin'
Hit the stu' and I ate somethin'
Great rapper or a great hustler—
Promise you I die a great somethin'
[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
And I am beginnin' and endin'
A nigga run in kickin' and flippin'
A nigga worth spendin'
A nigga with the semi admittin'
Glock is definitive on 'em, iron Emmys
Got an eye on 'em
Still on these niggas more than any one of you
We knuck if we buck, if you my brother we up
If not, I don't give a motherly fuck
Only in us we trust, you fuss we hush
They rush we bust, adjust, and dust and flushed 'em
If you don't know what my salary is
You 'bout to know what a fatality is
What the reality is
If I don't know what my calories is
Then nine times out of ten
You won't never know where your cavity is
Hit a forty, know it had to be his
A dude foul with a smile
They would never know how mad that he is
They don't ever know what pattern he is
He gotta be from Earth 2, or somewhere from out on Saturn he is
Now I'm goin' where no gravity is, some other galaxy shit
But we'd rather talk about the MAC and the bricks
We takin' on all names, it ain't no more games
I'm a stand up nigga, Cory Kaepernick bitch
I don't know what to call you
Niggas claimin' they loyal to the soil
But boy I'm loyal to the oil that boil
To court with the all you
You cannot avoid it when I'm gonna destroy you
Work from the ceiling to make sure that I fall you
I'm dedicated to this rhyme shit
S double, the militia gang, they don't ever try them bitch
I got a nine and click, a high been brick
A bottom bitch, I buy them thick
Drivin' stick, life's a bitch, and I give dick
I ride the five, my partner crip
Shout out the East, we parkin' shit
I just revive, I don't remix
I don't remind, until C5 we got D6, nigga
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
The best things in life are free, not cheap, free C5
Message, no reply
Rest In Peace, no peace sign
I keep an eye on these guys
My third eye give her sweet eyes
The bird eye's view keep spy
But I can get your wings deep fried
Try, try again, keep tryin'
All the traffic hours, you a taxi driver, we some maximizers
Ever heard of San Francisco 49'ers, we some masterminders
Made it to the top just to get sniped from the floor at the very bottom
Ain't that a bitch, man tell me about it
But I ain't trippin', unless the trip is private
I sip in silence
I tried to make it beautiful, and this shit came out perfect
Let the guns speak for they self, I ain't never been a loud person
Walkin' 'round the house in the turban
These niggas washed up with no detergent
Take your heart and I am not a surgeon
Pullin' triggers like shower curtains
Ain't got no soul because my baby sucked it out of me
Me and my whoas in Las Vegas playing the thot machines
Stick to my goals, expectations like a soccer team
Waiting to exhale only to let out some steam
Girl let's make a movie, what's a movie without a shower scene?
Treat my semi like an Emmy, need some nominees
Taught me how to count before they taught me how to read
I knew all my OG's before my ABC's
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Damn
That's some sick shit

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Where Ya At[Intro]
No Ceilings

[Verse 1]
Hey now, you're an all-star
But the bitches you be with, they are sub-par
But the bitches you be with, they be cock-blockin'
Hope you put the kids to sleep, baby cock-blockin'
You could really get this meat, get this hot sausage
And I'm way too rich to beef, I just buy a body
And I really kick my feet up, and that's not karate
Yeah, I really kick my feet up, let a thot massage 'em, yeah

[Hook]
Where ya ass was at when I was with the Hot Boys?
Probably watchin' Baller Blockin', eatin' popcorn, yeah
Where ya ass was at? You was in the drought, boy
I was probably at the fight bringin' out Floyd

[Verse 2]
Said she love me 'cause I'm laid back, she outgoin'
Opposites attract, pockets fat, like Samoan
I just told my goons I got it, I just waved 'em off
I just told Tunechi, "I got it" and he said, "Of course"
Lose my mind, the only time I'd ever take a loss
I work too hard for taking off, rrt, I'm taking off
Really 'bout to see a billion, I'm in arm's reach
Sleep on a hammock in the middle of two palm trees
My neighbors can't sleep, all they hearin' is them cars screech
My bitch can't sleep, all she hearin' is them car keys
I'm just sipped out and I'm way too tired to talk, please
I'm just sipped out and I'm way too tired, I'm yawning
Yeah
[Hook]
Where ya ass was at when I was fifteen in a Porsche?
Where ya ass be at when we be poppin' all these corks?
Where ya ass be at? Know you're prolly with them dorks
I'm prolly with some bitches that be poppin' pills and snort

[Verse 3]
Diamonds in my mouth, no Swarovski
I'm hittin' notes with the pistol, ooh, I'm off-key
And the money coming godspeed
I'm movin' slow, Lisa Turtle, Lark Voorhies
Found the treasure chest, inside was a heartbeat
And Katrina had us hustlin' out a RV
We had to stash and still balled, Steve Harvey
We had to stash and still balled, Steve Harvey
And we set a nigga up like eHarmony
And your bitch plain, nigga, and your car cheap
And we leave your brain right there on your broad cheek
And we leave some stains right there on your offspring
And the purple rain right here in the soft drink
Yeah, the purple rain right here in the soft drink
And to fight the pain, nigga, like a horse tranq
And we don't complain, nigga, and we don't blink

[Bridge]
And he dumb as hell, and I swear his ass don't think
I think he run with 12 and I think his whole squad linked
I be so underwhelmed, 'cause I swear his whole style weak
I'm moving slow as hell but the money coming godspeed
I'm moving slow as hell but the money coming godspeed
[Verse 4]
I just told a pussy nigga, "Call your henchmen, nigga"
I just stole on a nigga mid-sentence, nigga
Fiend searching in a haystack for syringes, nigga
Dopeman, got 'em flipping like some ninjas, nigga
Got 'em tweaking, got 'em lurking, got 'em cringing, nigga
Ooh, that's them symptoms, nigga, I can't prevent 'em, nigga
Split a nigga head in two, that's split decision, nigga
Been to Hell and back, came back in mint condition, nigga
Feel like Heaven when them racks return to spender, nigga
Feel like Heaven's only lacking your attendance, nigga
Feel like stunting, drop the tops and not them windows, nigga
Toss out your demo, I ain't even like your intro, nigga
I just went Kimbo with this tempo, un momento, nigga
You know my MO, nigga, pit that A-M-M-O, nigga
Blat

[Outro]
I ask my ceilings, "Where ya ass was at?"
To all my Ceilings fans, I'm back
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Prostitute[Lil' Wayne Talking]
Young Moolah, baby (Yeah)
(Young money, alright, yeah)
Young Moolah baby (Young money)
(Alright, alright, alright)

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute
And that you hit every man that you ever knew
See it wouldn't make a difference
If that was way before me and you girl
See you don't ever have to worry about me
As long as you keep it real
Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel
Stay true to me and never lie to me
And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever
Girl you know what I mean (yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Well if you don't then I'll explain
You can be my Mrs. Wayne
We can do the damn thing
You see I had to tell my nigga Lil' Boo I met a girl like you
Cause I ain't never met another girl like you
But I know what to do wit a girl like you
Three letters: "I do"
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute
And that you hit every man that you ever knew
See it wouldn't make a difference
If that was way before me and you girl
See you don't ever have to worry about me
As long as you keep it real
Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel
Stay true to me and never lie to me
And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever
Girl you know what I mean (yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Well if you don't then I'll explain, I'll give up the game
At the top of the arena there's my jersey wit my name
What's happening baby, what's happening baby
You know you need to roll wit a champion baby
Any time I see ya I get asthma baby
Like th th that's my baby

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute
And that you hit every man that you ever knew
See it wouldn't make a difference
If that was way before me and you girl
See you don't ever have to worry about me
As long as you keep it real
Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel
Stay true to me and never lie to me
And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever
Girl you know what I mean (yeah)
[Boo talking over beat]
Like fo real though baby girl you ain't gotta keep no secrets it's just me and you
You gotta keep it real
Your pussy like a drug to me
You got me fiending
If I could sing, if I could sing
Damn baby if only I could sing
Help me out lil' bra

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
I love it baby (yeah)
I love it baby
Don't you know I love it baby (I really did)
I love it baby
Like Young Jeezy I love it baby (yeah)
I love it baby (I know you do too)
I love it baby (Well I bet you will)
I love it baby (yeah)

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute
And that you hit every man that you ever knew
See it wouldn't make a difference
If that was way before me and you girl
See you don't ever have to worry about me
As long as you keep it real
Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel
Stay true to me and never lie to me
And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever
Girl you know what I mean (yeah)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
See they can say what they want girl
But they'd never change my views
Cause they will never know you the way that I know you
You see I'm tryna spend the rest of my whole life with you girl
And if we gotta be alone so be it baby
And if ya friends can't understand you, you don't need them baby

(Yeah, Yeah, yeah alright, yeah, see everything's alright, see everything's alright, ya dig)

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute
And that you hit every man that you ever knew
See it wouldn't make a difference
If that was way before me and you girl
See you don't ever have to worry about me
As long as you keep it real
Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel
Stay true to me and never lie to me
And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever
Girl you know what I mean (yeah)

(Well if she don't know, she know by now)

Alright, alright, alright
Say roll out baby
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Dough Is What I Got[Intro]
This is a public service announcement
Lil Wayne, Weezy F. Baby, is the best rapper alive
Hit me
Haha
Good morning, New York
Good afternoon, New Orleans
Good night, America
Hahahaha
Yeah

[Hook]
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]
Hey! Give a woman none—uh-uh!
I already gave my brother some
It's my sister turn
Ain't it funny how the fish do bird?
But your boy just relax like a fresh, new perm
As the world, in the barrel of the pistol, turn
And we get it how we live, never live and learn
Gotta talk about the flow 'cause you is concerned
Only down-South rapper could've been in The Firm
Or The Commission or Wu-Tang, nigga
Tryna tell you I can kick it like Liu Kang, nigga
Got that Sub-Zero flow, how you want me, ma?
Make her "Get over here!" like Scorpion, and
When it comes down to this recording
I must be LeBron James if he's Jordan
No—I won rings with my performance
I'm more Kobe Bryant of an artist
Same coach, same game, been starting
Same Triangle Offense
I come through the lane like a Dodge, and
Referee niggas is lame, they call charging
I have no brain, I'm retarded
We are 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
Or "late September," whatever you call it
I hit niggas in the head like Vonage
I am talking to no particular audience
But understand: I'm 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 running like a faucet
She better catch like she Steve Largent
Because I'm "What's up!?" like Martin
[Interlude]
Hahaha
Woo!
Yeah! See—
I know y'all talking about me
And y—you don't like what you hear sometimes
But um... um, since I'm so bright
I'ma put the spotlight on you, baby

[Hook]
Show me what you 'bout, lil daddy
I know you need to stop, stop hatin'
I know what you not, whoadie
And that is Weezy Baby
Blunts up, now, blaze (Hey), blaze (Hey)
Blaze (Hey), blaze (Hey)

[Verse 2]
I'm working—Yeah!
Tell the world, "Take six"
Young Dictionary, make words make sense
Then, I make cents make dollars
Make the skinny girl holler, make the fat girl hungry
Make the ugly girls want me, put the pretty girls on me
Make the shy girls horny, make the fly girls corny
And only for me
Because of who I A-M, holla back in the morning
Hey! Now holla back if you own shit
The CEO of the moment
Bullshit: I don't condone it
Aww, baby, just hop on it
[Interlude]
Hahaha
Yeah, ha
You like that
I know!
Marley, what up? Hey! Hey! Hey!

[Hook]
Show me what you got, lil mama
Show me what you got, pretty lady
Show me what you got, shawty
Show me what you got, baby
You rappers ain't safe, safe
Safe, safe, ahh!
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Love Me or Hate Me[Verse 1]
Thank you
I've been through it all
The fails, the falls
I'm like Niagara
But I got right back up, like Viagra
I am agri-culture
Swagger so mean it might insult ya
Hah, I'm like an ultra-vulture
I fuck around and catapault ya
Torture
Thought ya parents taught ya?
You guys is chocha
I'm gone, buenos noches
Flow scorcher
And I don't even write
No author
So harder
So smarter
All about a dollar
Like four quarters
Oh Father
Will tonight be my last?
And if so
Make sure my kids see my cash
And I know
I'm solid like an elbow cast
And my future will be better than my past
Weezy!
[Hook]
You can love me or hate me
I swear it won't make me or break me
I'm going wherever the money take me
Until they funeral and wake me
And don't wake me
'Cause I'm sleeping
I'm dreaming
I know that there's a better way
'Cause I've seen it, Lord
But this faster money is so convenient
And I need it
Say I need it

[Verse 2]
C-A-R, T-E-R
I spit movies like a VCR
I spit rounds like the Tiki bar
And if I got beef I'm the meat cleav-er
And I are
The illest nigga Martin Luther King died for
And I ride for
Hollygrove, One-Seven, Eagle Street
And I'm higher than an eagle's feet
But I believe in me
Apple is the cross street
I am just an offspring
Born in the ghetto
That's why I can't let go
One call I'll have my dogs on ya like an echo
Baby, I am the real deal, no pickle
Uh, spit sickle-cell psycho
I go
Off, like a motherfucking rifle
And I'm from
The underground baby, like a pipe hole
And I will stand tall like light poles
Until the light blows
[Hook]
And you can love me or hate me
Baby, I swear it won't make me or break me
And I be going wherever the money take me
Until they funeral and wake me
And don't wake me
'Cause I'm sleeping
And I'm dreaming
See I'm just hustling
Living what I believe in, dog
And it's a problem when our homies not eating
And I'm greedy
I'm greedy

[Verse 3]
Share my blood
Feed my family
My flow will have to plead insanity
So sick I need Gray's Anatomy
Acid, like a bust open battery
I'm cool like L.A. nights
I'm tight like ballet tights
Ay, Juelz
I swear the other day I pissed Cristal
These bitches tryna kick it like Juntao
I gotta watch my head in the battle
I'm just trying to stay ahead of my shadow
And I'm floating like a boat and a paddle
Alligators and rattlesnakes
But I promise I will take a nigga off, like a Saturday
Got money to validate
I'm icy like carrot cake
Different colored diamonds make me look like a salad plate
I'm straight out the alleyway
It's the nigga ya daddy hate
Weezy F. Baby—great!
[Hook]
I know they love me then hate me
But I'm a G –
It won't make me or break me
And you can find me wherever the money place me
Yeah, until you're riding to the late me
And don't wake me
'Cause I'm sleeping
And I'm dreaming
And me and my Lord got an agreement, y'all
And so I thank him every day for my achievements
And I'm Weezy
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Go Brazy[Intro: DJ Drama]
Ride with mula, yeah thats the mob
Come check with Dram, and do ya job

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm not worthy of your controversy
I'm not thirsty, baby, I'm allergic
Colder than a hockey jersey, dirty like Kentucky Derby
I was lying on a gurney, I don't wanna die early
I was screaming "Fuck the world," you was singin' "Like a Virgin"
Never be concerned or worried, 2 girls, like Laverne and Shirley
Wake up in the morning early, tell 'em that I love 'em dearly
They say "Oh my God, have mercy," shinin' like I got on Jergens
You can hear my diamonds screaming like they just met God in person
Oh my God the squad alerted, I confirm it
They hop up like Kermit, come to bless you like a sermon
My house lit like Pee-Wee Herman's and you know I bought it furnished
I'm determined like attorneys, y'all lil boys ain't got attorneys
I just hope she not a burden, I just hope she got a purpose
That first week was power surgin', oh my God, the socket workin
I been listening to the money, it been telling me it's coming
Sound like music to my ears, like a symphony of hundreds
Mama told me I'd be special, Grandma told me I'd be something
I made sure they wasn't guessin', made the most out they assumptions
Being everything but simple, stretch a dollar like a limo
Got a grill in one dimple, got my deal without a demo, Tunechi
[Hook: DJ Drama]
Ride with Mula, yeah that's the mob
Come check with Dram, and do ya job
Thanksgiving is the name, IceBox did the chain
Rolex for the watch, motherfucker, Plain Jane

[Verse 2: Jay Jones]
I got issues, I got problems, we got missiles in the chopper
Got a hoe from the Bahamas, let me swordfight with her tonsils
Brought the hoe up in the condo, had a party with Fernando
I got condoms in the dresser, Percocets all on the mantle
All they handle, name a bitch that I ain't fuck and I'ma bag her
Keep it real, if I ain't fuck then my bros Tune and Mack done had her
Got a bitch cook like a chef, I had a hoe from out the Memph
She like to suck dick wit no hands, she say she do shit with no help
Control myself, I been working overtime, I owe myself
I like my bitches thick and quick to go and lick below the belt
I brought a Ghost to Hollygrove, flew your ho out to my shows
What happen on these tour buses? Like Vegas, nobody knows
Got a plug on line one, had to put momma on hold
Talking numbers tryna see how I’m gonna get Mama that Ghost
Talking big money for sure, I don’t trick money to hoes
I’mma keep running 'til I’m getting three hundred a show
Yeah bitch, ride with the Mob, slob on my knob
Get some bitches back to work and do the dishes, that’s yo' job
I’ve been sipping, if they say I ain’t that nigga then they lying
I put coca on the table, made her read between the lines
I sit back waiting my time, now I’m flexin’, now I’m winnin’
I’m at Saks or I’m at Lenox, credit card ain’t got no limit
Got a Mac with a extension, want see murder? Be a witness
Y’all lil boys just mind yo business 'fore y’all swimmin with the fishes
Wait, yeah, I got the wave, I got the juice, I got the sauce, yeah ho
Smoking the green, really it’s verbal, so I’ll be calling it hard
Woah, South Beach with a bad bitch, I was just in the trenches
I was just in a Honda, now I’m skrrting in a Bentley, Jones
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Why don’t I use social media? Hold on. That’s why! I’m way too high for that shit, man. I will be pressin' all kinds of wrong shit. I can’t follow ten- two fuckin' directions [?]. Everytime I try to fuckin' order something, uh, you know what I mean, if it got two extra fuckin' screens that you gotta go through, I’m straight. You know what I mean, it’s just too much. Probably gotta be the same button to pressed to accept the shit, or deny the shit. I wouldn’t know
That’s why I don’t fuck with social media. There ain’t no other reason you know what I mean? People probably think I got like a real strong reason. Like, you know what I mean, no, ‘cause, nah man, I just don’t know how, and I be way too twisted. Like, way too twisted to be fucking with that
I don’t really text, none of that, like it’s just tough
It’s just, like, I’m not tech-savvy at all, I’m just sorry
But if you come sit down with me and smoke one with me, I mean you’re gonna have an awesome time. It’s just what it is. I’m very social5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Get High Rule the World[Intro]
Yeah
Drought 3
Hear my chains? Haha
That mean I'm balling, bitch!
Haha
If you didn't know
If you wasn't informed, or something like that
This is Da Drought 3
And um... Check this out

[Verse 1]
Yeah, imagine waking up out your sleep to them pistols blasting
And if the witness is dead, there's no trial
If you didn't know then, ho, well, you know now
And I don't mean basketball when I say, "I don't know y'all"
Money, money, money, money boost my morale
Play with my money, money, money: O.K. Corral
I like a bitch with a apple-bottom like Vokal
The top is at my fingertips like I ain't got no nails
I got blood brothers, bitch; I ain't got no pals
I make a girl get low, like I ain't got no L's
I'm a paper-chasing dog, check my toenails
And I never miss a game, no Shaq O'Neal
More like Brett Favre, just like Brett Favre
I been shot two times; just wipe that off
But I thank You for putting me right back, Lord
And to You, Father, I would give my life back for it
That knife, that sword; that gun, that war
Make your so-called "soldiers" just run like Gore
Yeah—Frank, that is, from San Francis'
And I got more banana clips than chimpanzees
Ten addresses, and I dresses
Like I thinks I'm the motherfucking best there is
And I'm about to bubble, and she catch that fizz
And I'm straight from Claiborne, nigga; just ask Liz
Check your neck—there ain't a crook like this
From the city where the judge throw the book at kids
Burner in school, in my bookbag, hid
Talk stupid at lunch, and we having your ribs
If you are not home, then we having your kids
And if you can't come up with half, I'll send you half of your kid
Back to the balling, extravagant crib
I'm on the toilet watching Martin, just laughing and shit
Don't know why I get high, but I get high
I get high, like, every single day
You do shit that them other women can't
Mary Jane, what is it you done to me? Yeah
I pop a beat and start rolling
And then, I smoke it like a muh'fucking stogie
Peep how I wrote it:
I was rappin to the "ding-ding-ding-ding..." Fuck it
[Hook]
Get high, screw the world
And that's that, hahaha
I need all my funds, yeah
All my money, baby, haha
Black diamonds and pearls
Believe that, hm
I made "Bling Bling," and my chest look like a mural
I'm nuts—just call me "Squirrel"

[Bridge]
My fetish is the girls
But the women—not the girls
Act your age, not your shoe size
Maybe we can do the twirl
I'll be the Prince of her pearl-tongue
Earring in her pearl-tongue
If she come, let her girl come
Give her a pill, give her girl one

[Verse 2]
"Party time, excellent"—yup, Wayne's World
Campbell's Soup on the wrist, just call me "Earl"
Lil' Marl, don't shoot 'em, you heard?
I get high, my words slur, I start callin 'em "Merl'"
"Hey, Merl', light that 'firre'"
And I know this old, but I'm really "Hot in Herre"
I went with the Phantom, my niggas copping the Spurs
My hand's in the pot—I'd rather eat and stir
[Hook]
It's I against the world
And I'm strapped! Yeah
I bring all my guns
Shoot mothers, fathers, babies—damn!
Black handguns to serve
We could see, but we are so blind to the signs
They trying to lose the world

[Bridge]
And we will walk right up with our guns, yup
Hand in hand, yeah
We'll march right after the drum
But I don't mean no band

[Outro]
Nigga, Drought 3!5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hotline Bling[Intro]
I used to
I used to
Used to

[Chorus 1]
I used to call you from the jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
I used to call her from a jail phone
Every day like she's my plug
I used to call you from the jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
Call her from the jail phone
Every day like she's my plug
And she know when that hotline bling, yeah
To look down at her diamond ring, yeah
I said she know when that hotline bling, yeah
It's time to drop everything

[Verse 1]
But ever since you got them titties you
Talkin' 'bout you thinkin' 'bout some ass shots
Taking all these snapshots, different backdrops
Dancing, posting pics after you cash out
Ever since you got them titties you
Been ignoring my calls and my iMessage
Saying you feel like one of my side bitches
So I pop a molly and I cry with you
[Chorus 2]
I used to call you from a jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
Would call you from a jail phone, hey
Every day like she's my plug
I used to call you from the jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
Call her from a jail phone
Every day like she's my plug
And she know when that hotline bling, huh
Just look at that diamond ring, yeah
She know when that hotline bling, yeah
It's time to drop everything

[Verse 2]
But ever since I left the prison you do you
You never ever try to lock me down
Remember when you used to always hold me down
You used to promise me that you'd be holding out
You used to send me naked pictures too-ooh-ooh-ooh
Now you saying you gettin' older now
Young nigga like me used to show you out
You hangin' in circles you wouldn't go around
Sneaky hoes record me on their cell phone, damn
So everyone can see my love
I used to be your ringtone
I had you listen as the screen lights up
[Bridge]
Every time that hotline bling
You just need some time to think, yeah
Don't care what your friends think
Them bitches want that diamond ring
But ever since you met them bitches
You knew you, you're a new you
Forgot to tell you I fucked them bitches 'fore I knew you
I guess they forgot too

[Verse 3]
You shouldn't call me from your girl's phone
Cause she ain't gonna delete my number
Press me when she know that you're gone
That bitch is gonna hit me right up
And do I still have my own private ring?
Oh, now you keep your shit on silent ring
Damn, why you think I let you keep your diamond ring?
To remind you of when I was king

[Outro]
I used to call you from the jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
Used to call her from a jail phone
Phone sex 'til it beeps, time’s up
Girl, talkin' 'bout you thinkin' 'bout some ass shots
Taking beaucoup snapshots, different backdrops
I still fuck that pussy 'til you blackout
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Bastard (Satan’s Kid)[Intro]
Oh
This is

[Chorus]
Huh, Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that could bleed for five days and live
Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end
Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics
Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the fuck this baby is?"
Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid"
Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid
I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid)

[Refrain]
Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn
I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn
Until you take your turn, fuck a wrong turn
I made the world turn, that's a turn on
I'm on every song that I turn on
I got it turnt up, got it turnt on
I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off
Weed loud as every siren they turn on
Bust down so bright, it's burning
These diamonds so white, they German
Your diamonds ain't right, they turning
Cocaine white as my attorney
All types of guns, no type of permits
All types of coffins, all types of gurneys
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey
[Interlude]
It has been quite a journey
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey

[Chorus]
Huh, Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that could bleed for five days and live

[Verse]
Walking on water, this a new world order
These niggas out of order like a fish out of water (Huh?)
I'ma shoot the chopper like a fisheye camera
Yeah, I'ma keep shootin' 'til the bitch stop recordin'
Just don't start shootin', I don't feel like arguin'
A real sharp sharpshooter, I don't miss my target
And I don't miss my thottie, I just miss my homie
Long walk-in closet, I hope you feel like walkin'
Uh, I know the paper burn like it ought to burn
I know the paper burn for the long term
I know my big concern when I toss and turn
I know my big concern 'bout the long term
I know the paper burn like the fire burn
I know it don't burn unless I confirm
I'm 'bout to cross my heart and watch your heart burn
Crossin' me is like watching a cross burn
Swag go head to shoe (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm fresh as a designer, yeah
Started from Ragu, made it way up to lasagna, yeah
Killers come behind ya, can you say, "Murder for hire?"
Sippin' on purple papaya, gitchi ya-ya, yeah
[Chorus]
Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live
Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end
Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics
Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the fuck this baby is?"
Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid"
Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid
I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid)

[Refrain]
Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn
I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn
Until you take your turn, fuck a wrong turn
I made the world turn, that's a turn on
I'm on every song that I turn on
I got it turnt up, got it turnt on
I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off
Weed loud as every siren they turn on
Bust down so bright, it's burning
These diamonds so white, they German
Your diamonds ain't right, they turning
Cocaine white as my attorney
All types of guns, no type of permits (Yeah)
All types of coffins, all types of gurneys (Yeah, yeah)
From my driveway to my front door (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It has been quite a journey
[Outro]
It has been quite a journey
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey, nigga6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Destroyed[Euro & Lil Wayne]
I think I’m seeing things
When I don’t see a thing
I woke up and realized
All the nightmares that dreaming brings
Let my people go
I know y’all hear 'em screaming things
Now load up choppers
Point it at the coppers
Let-let freedom ring

I like the sweeter things
So what bitch, no needle strings
I wake up, stretch my feet and wings
My life has no deleted scenes
I pop-pop-pop and leave the scene
Leave the scene Noxzema clean
Sippin on that lean cuisine
Incredible Hulk on creatine
My nigga

Fuck the world
And may I mention, fuck the world again
But I wanna go around the world
Tune, you down to go around the world again?
I am
And you can trust in a nigga like fam
I’m hitting these licks with my niggas like stamps
Giving these hoes headaches like rams
Yes ma’am
And I

I just might call your girl a friend
But fuck her like she my girlfriend
Talk to her like she my girl
Like, oops you look like my girl’s twin
I sin, I'm bad, I meant "My bad"
I’m lost in future, present, past
All those drinks I had
I speed, I'm fast, I blink, I crash
They say it’s my time
I’m racing time, I think I’m last
And if Tune mentions lean again
Then I might drink his stash
The underdogs understand what I lay over tracks
New school, but all I listen to is older raps
Bitch I still
I still been drinking on the low
I never think because I know
And pimpin haven't died and money getting old
And now the wrinkles starting to show
My rims twinkle like a toe
I’m tippy toeing wit' your ho
One thing led to another, and then the pencil broke
I got that; handgun on the table, shotgun in the closet
Police in disguises, I don’t like surprises
I don’t like tomatoes, I don’t like tamales
Shoutout to my plugs, I pray the rats don’t chew the wires
Straight ballin, you niggas just bald spots
When they tried to read my palms the pages were torn out
And you pussy niggas get hauled off
No cough drops
I’m tryna make the same cash off rap they made off pop
I’m off topic
I killed more than I did with a gun with a skill
I’m no role model
I’m rollin' with models, rollin' off pills
I’m rollin' over
Whoever's not rollin' with us, then road kill
Tryna get Uncle Phil cake
In case I die tryin' I wrote Wills
I’m chillin', for the moment
'Til I can’t figure out the code
To get the motherfucking safe open
Who the fuck left the cage open
Stage of rage
I’m liable to blow your fucking face open

Every bone you could break, broken
If I go broke, every home I could break in, broke in
Pussy look like a steak smokin'
Niggas slippin' like the lake frozen
And I hate rodents
And I stay chokin'
Off the straight potent
'Til it make no sense
Niggas talking shit
Nigga I can get you wacked
Nigga you can picture that
'Til you break your lens
Nigga take your ends
Nigga fuck your ho
While you cutting your grass
Nigga cut your throat
Taking out your trash
Pull up on you slow
Going nowhere fast
When you got nowhere to go
Nigga hung 'em by a rope
Dump 'em by the boats
Fuck 'em, adios
Fuck 'em, I don't care
Got a bad bitch naked
And she just asked
“What you gonna do to me that I ain't done to myself?”
I say “Ooh talk dirty, but don’t talk long"
You leave Wayne’s world it’s a long walk home
My pockets on that growth hormone
I call them shots, can I get a dialtone
Yeah
Mula, can I get a million
'Til the heads or tails
'Til I get a full coin
Full fledge, full house
When your friend gon' join?
Got a friend in the cut with a gun by the groin

And what are friends for
I’m still the boss, don’t get sent for
Roger that, 10-4
Nigga send me, point 'em out
Where he at, I got 'em
We don't wanna see you back in court

The weed so loud bitches get ignored
Cause I ain't got time to go back and forth
I told that bitch don't question me
Bitch, if you do you asking for it
I’m spaced out like asteroids

Feeling like A-rod after ‘roids
I'm from Prov city
And I’m from New Orleans
The part that’s destroyed20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Shine[Intro: Lil' Wayne]
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Money Millionaires
Bout to take it there

[Verse 1: 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 making me moist
Giving me head while she humming, she can play with her voice
And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass
She could ride a dick too, make me cum fast
I like them modeling bitches, I love them swallowing bitches
Where them hoes headed 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 Fendi, mama you can have Prada
All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper
You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) - Check my baby mamma
(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas
(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home
(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) - My life is the shit
[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
Baby named me, Fire Wayne, Ice and Change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squatting 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 lez"
And she ain't like too much of dick
But give the bombest head, and so I took it anyway
But bitch I got a Phantom, don't need your pussy anyway
OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin'
All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian
Niggas play, I bury them, y'all already knowin'
I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin'
See I'm a keep it going, Big Tymin, you heard's me?
Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
Wait, I don't think they heard me
I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) - Check my baby mamma
(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas
(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home
(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) - My life is the shit
[Verse 3: B.G.]
I'mma Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line
Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine
Ain't a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog
Come through on dub-deuces, they jock me dog
Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog
Catch 'em solo, they geezy, don't shock me dog
Well get the fuck, slide on out the way
And let B.G. ease down the shinin' linen
Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up
Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up
You don't wanna put your vehicle next to us
Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
With television, Dreamcast, DVDs
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot, Big Tymer nigga
That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga
(Ewww!)

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) - Check my baby mamma
(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas
(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home
(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) - My life is the shit
[Verse 4: Turk]
I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it
Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be resting
I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk
Bling blinging everyday, plus I got work (bling)
Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven
Steady stacking my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven
Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it
Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies
Love to floss, no secret stunners
Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothing from us
Young nigga, living a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothing nice"
They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys
You motherfucking right, you think this not girl?
Better think twice, get it right dog
Know you recognize, we got it on lock fall

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) - Check my baby mamma
(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas
(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home
(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) - My life is the shit
(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) - Check my baby mamma
(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas
(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home
(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) - My life is the shit

[Outro: Mannie Fresh]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Huh uh (oh shit)
2001 - my life is the shit, know why?
(Lemme see that)
(Im gon' shiiiiii-neee)
I'm representing, I'mma spit it (bling)
As long as they make that shit - I'mma break that shit
Ya heard me? It's like that; believe that
This year; fuck it - I said it before and I meant it
I'm buying me a city
New Mannie, Louisiana - ya bitch yooou!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Throwed Off[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Yeah, okay, I walk up in the club, Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I get straight to the mula
Wristwear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I’m reppin’ Young Mula, Gudda times two, I
Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts
Where money stacks in large amounts
What the fuck you niggas talking 'bout?
'Cause we ain’t tryin' to talk it out
Pistol hangin’ out my jeans, it ain’t a thing, let's spark it out
Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I’m out
Yeah, you know what I’m sippin’, purple got me trippin’
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I’m on South Beach chillin’ and I’m tryin’ to fuck every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her fuck everybody
You know the team, it’s Young Money over everybody
In the rap game, so it’s, "Fuck everybody"

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Married to the MOB, bury you alive
My girl pussy feel like Heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the fuckin’ babysitter, yeah
I be doing me, don’t give a fuck 'bout what you doing
Blood gang, bitch, big Bs, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit eyes-closed, nothin’ to it
Bullets fuck your body up, they ain’t even tryna view it
I go tough, I go stupid
Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with
Fuck you with a pool-stick, make you swallow toothpicks
Fuckin’ right we ruthless, we done watched too many movies
Done smoked too many doobies, murk you out, then deuces
We don’t know what truce is, that bulletproof vest so useless
Flag red like bruises, shoot at ya head with them Uzis
I swear, your honor, I ain’t a dealer, I’m a user, ya dig?
I load up the Sig, point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We don’t give a fuck and we ain’t never did
Shit, three words you never hear? "Let him live"
I’m in my own zone, it got me throwed off
I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology, Sorry 4 the Wait
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This Is the Carter[Intro: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh]
Okay, um, finally perfect, you know? (This, this, this, this, this)
Y'all already know what it is, and if you don't (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (This, this, this, this, this)
Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you

[Hook: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne]
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!)
Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!)
This is the Carter (Yes, it is!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do!)
Because this is the Carter (That's what it is!), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So ching)
Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Rumlow, all I can see is the floor, come on!)
Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Well I got it, don't worry, I got it, I got it, aye)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Who am I? Young Wizzle, for shizzle
Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals
Uh, my charm Starburst, my watch Skittles
I'm hot sizzle, "what up, hot bizzle?"
Holla at a player, I'm sorta like BD
Y'all can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups
Soft top the coupe, mami pop her, too
Don't chase the feeling, baby girl, let it come to you
Remove the ceiling on the girl, now she comfortable
I'm a world-class G, mami, fuck with dude
I got La-Z-Boy bank: that's comfort loot
I'm a offensive coordinator: run and shoot
You watch your grill, what you ought to do
'Fore your ribs get barbecued
And my ribs is showing I say I'm starving, dude
This, this, this, this, this is the Carter, dude
What up, Reel? Come on
[Hook: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne]
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!)
Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!)
This is the Carter (Yeah!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (Yeah!)
Because this is the Carter (Yeah!), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (Come on)
Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Lean, I'm flyer than a motherfucking pelican right now)
Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Don't get this shit twisted, motherfucker)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I'm the Birdman, Birdman Jr., bitch
I be high in the sky, shit on you and your bitch
I be flyer than your guy, you need to lose the prick
Now if you follow everything, just grab a wing and we could shh
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 clique
I would say "fuck you," but go and get your own dick
Get your game up, boy, hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
Get your game up, boy, hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yeah!

[Hook: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne]
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!)
Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!)
This is the Carter (Yes, it is!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do!)
Because this is the Carter (That's what it is!), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So chingy)
Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Colder than the motherfucking North Pole, nigga)
Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (And I'm slicker than the shit I told your bitch last night)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
And y'all better blame Baby
'Cause he's the motherfucker that made me, and I'm crazy?
And y'all ask why I never left the Navy
'Cause he's the motherfucker that pay me, is you crazy?
Young, Young, Young Wizzle, baby
Give you your issue, Nina wanna kiss you
No, no, no, me no want no bullshit
So, so stop baller-blocking 'cause a nigga hood rich
And I floss every day because I could, bitch
So holla at your boy 'cause I'm still on some hood shit
Like, like, like, what's really good with your mom or your little boy?
And your sister looking good, shit, shit
I'm still Apple Eagle Weezle
1-7 Hollygrove, never, ever leave you
I got y'all waiting on my sequel
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, people

[Hook: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne]
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!)
Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!)
This is the Carter (Yes, it is!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do!)
Because this is the Carter (That's what it is!), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So chingy)
Wayne in your brain, Young Carter ('Bout to head all the way to the ground, motherfucker, fuck you!)
Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (I can't see shit but the shoes on my feet, Baby, run it over)
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (That's private)
Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!)
This is the Carter (Yeah!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (Yeah!)
Because this is the Carter (Don't get it twisted), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So ching)
Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Nigga, my diamonds got diamonds, I ain't bullshitting, what's good?)
Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Squad! My hoes got hoes, for real)
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
You're murkin' 'em! Uh, uh, Mannie Fresh, yeah
Murkin' 'em, uh, uh, Mannie Fresh, yeah
Murderin' 'em, yeah, yeah, Mannie Fresh, yeah
Murkin' 'em, yeah, yeah
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
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I’m A Go Getta[Intro]
Michael Phelps, this for you, baby!

[Verse 1]
I'm goin' for the gold, my heart is in control
My mind is on succeed and I am in the lead
Don't buy into the schemes, the science or strategy
Just giant N-U-Ts brings triumph and belief
I'm a lion or a dean, inspired by the green
Never tired or fatigued, never defiant to my team
Never lying on the thing until I'm lying on the thing
Hooked to wires and things; I'ma die as a king
If I don't do it now, I'ma try it again
And when I do accomplish it, I'ma try it again
I'm a riot, insane; I'm a lion, my mane
Hangs down to my strings and they're tied to the game
I stay dry when it rain, I'm tired of the fame
Got everything to gain and I'm proud of the pain
The pride and the plain, the wise and the strange
Denied by the sane; besides, we're the same
Who's guiding the train? Who's flyin' the plane?
Who's driving the lane? Who dies when it bang?
Who fires when it bang? Who lies in the aim?
Two lives in the drain; who cries when they sang?
You hide but you can't; you high but you ain't
I advise you to think; you'll find what you can't
Revive what you taint, survive what you paint
Super-size what you shrank: the fries and the drank
Admired as a saint, defined by my rank
Combined with my strength, my time and my length
I'ma iron out the kinks; yes, I'm on the brink
And in the eye of my wink, I'ma retire in the bank
[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm no quitter
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta
And I'm no quitter
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta
Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it
Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta

[Verse 2]
Victory consistantly
Train all year to be the enemy's misery
No stress visibly, neither does it enter me
I think positively; you can't harm me mentally
Not physically, not spiritually; you'll never get rid of me
I am the epitome of "this is what you did to me"
Nothin's what you did for me, nothin's what you give to me
I take whatever I'm visualizing, now break all of the limiting
Now shake all of the gimicking, the fakery, the trickery
"Nurse, how sick is he?" "Worse, I am sickening!"
I'll be at the finish line first, "how quick is he?"
I'ma make sure they mention me for the next century
I ain't with the bickering, I am full of dignity
I am full of energy, pull out the inner me
Or bull after dinner meat, I stood in the winter heat
It could be the end of me, but good be defending me
[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm no quitter
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta
And I'm no quitter
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta
Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it
Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta

[Verse 3]
I'm allergic to cheatin'
I hate failure and I'm in love with achievement
Above and beneath it, a hug when I greet it
My eyes on the prize and I love when I seek it
Done with the speakin', begun with the preachin'
Now pray, until I am one with the deacon
Now play, until I have won whatever we win
I play, until I have won, and then I re-win

[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm no quitter
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta
And I'm no quitter
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta
Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it
Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah
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Main Things[Intro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne]
You see?
The goal is just to raise the babies right
Wayne babies, that is
You guys are maturing so much!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's crazy how you look like your dad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tunechi, I must say, job well done
Yeah
And I just told my main thing "Since you my main thing
You can turn yo' phone off and let your name ring"
6 shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeahI just told my main thing "Since you my main thing"
DJ Drama
Bitch I won the race

[Bridge 1: Lil Wayne]
All I ever wanted was to tell her she was all I ever wanted
Wake up to her every morning, last night we can't recall it
Every day she catchin' feelings, every night I throw a party
She done died and went to heaven, I forgot to close the coffin
I'm just lookin' for lil sexy to direct me from the horror
They ain't promisin' tomorrow but she promisin' she loyal
So I promise to be faithful
Yeah, Lil Weezy; "F" for "Faithful, Funky, Freaky, Freshly Flavored
Flawless, Fleek, Finesse, Finagle"
[Hook 1: Lil Wayne]
I just tell my main ting "Since you my main ting
You can turn your phone off and let your name ring
We can take them clothes off and let that thang breathe
Hold me as I doze off, you know I drank lean"

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I just poured a whole deuce inside a 16
Cried my whole heart out, she cried with me
She like to put the top down and tell me "Let 'em see"
She like to leave the doors up, they look like referees
She like to throw it back until she got back pains
She got her own little special contact name
She take it in the ass, ain't worryin' 'bout the crack game
Me, her, plus another bitch, she don't care if the math change
Yeah, I just poured a whole deuce inside a 16
Got her reppin' suwoo, she reppin' big Bs
And she ain't worryin' 'bout fuckin' on a private plane
And she don't do the phone thing, she do the finer things
It's all about deserving things and not designer things
She all about her certain ring and not all kind of rings
All about the sure things and not the shiny things
Man, she so tired of swervin' niggas, need a tire change

[Bridge 2: Lil Wayne]
All I ever wanted was to tell her she was all I ever wanted
Wake up to her every morning, last night we can't recall it
She lay down and close her eyes, fall asleep open hearted
She done died and went to heaven, I forgot to close the coffin
I'm just lookin' for lil' sexy to direct me from the sorrow
They ain't promisin' tomorrow but she promise to be loyal
So I promise to be faithful, but I'm prolly not gon' chase you
Sit down on my dinner table, eat that pussy like it's catered
[Hook 2: Lil Wayne]
I just tell my main ting "Since you my main ting
You can turn your phone off and let your name ring
You can scratch yo' goals off and you can thank me
Hold me as I doze off, you know I drank lean"
I just told my main thing "Since you my main thing
Let them have the fame thing 'cause it's the same thing
You can take them clothes off and let that thang breathe
Hold me as I doze off, you know I drank lean"

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I just poured a whole deuce inside a 16
Yeah she reppin' two countries, yeah she mixed breed
Got her smokin' rapper weed, tryna spit Vs
She been goin' 30 minutes, she just switched knees
Uh, pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary
Pimpin' ain't dead, check the cemetery
If I tell you that I love you, I ain't lying girl
So worry 'bout yourself and not the other bitch I'm tellin'

[Bridge 3: Lil Wayne]
All I ever wanted was to tell her she was all I ever wanted
Wake up to her every morning, last night was all recorded
Every day she catchin' feelings, every night I throw a party
That's that "Fire and Desire", I forgot to throw her water
I'm just lookin' for lil' sexy to direct me from the horror
They ain't promisin' tomorrow but she promise that she loyal
So I promise to be faithful
Yeah, Lil Weezy; F for faithful, funky, freaky, freshly flavored
Flawless, fleek, finesse, finagle and fatal2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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A Milli (Mixtape Version)[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Bangladesh
Young Money!
You dig?
Mack, I'm going in

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
'Cause I don't write shit ;cause I ain't got time
'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motherfuck a copper
Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge, pussy popping
Tell the coppers, "Hahahaha
You can't catch him, you can't stop him"
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em, then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em, then you mop 'em
You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em
You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher

[Break: Lil Wayne & Cory Gunz]
Yeah, motherfucker I'm ill
Yeah, Wayne, I'm going in
[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
I'm illy in here with them Young Money millionaires
Think you really pop a wheelie in air?
Mac Milli, the Vanilli's in here
I'm a rascal, don't get whopped
I get brats who don't give top
I get tassel, pass you with a flow you could never put a brake on
And I break on anything a nigga take on
Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long
Throw a nigga like I'm Akon, cause I'm acorns
Where the base gone? get the base blown
Let the Pistons on that chopper
Come on, cops, I'm kamikaze, drop a rock with them Obamas
Illie in the mind, really with the nine, millie when I rhyme
Silly anytime fine, chilly, gitty on the grind
Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line
Plenty's in me, any guineas with 'em
Bigger than a mini, and remind I'm
Illy, and it's all off G.P.s and a PG walk by, beep-beep
Need a freak, skeet, hawk out, big feet on a jeep
She caught by Weezy F
We be the best, truly to death, prove me the rest
Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me, I left
Haha!

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire
What, 'chyall really want it? Nah, y'all don't really wanna do it
If hip hop is dead, I am the embalming fluid
And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin' to it
Notice I say 'it', cause to me, it ain't shit
Get, it?
Call me whatcha like, trick, call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it's private, man, I hate a shy chick
Don't you hate a shy chick? I had a plate of shy chick
And she ain't shy no mo', she changed her name to "My chick"
Yeah, boy, that's my girl
And she pops excellent up in Wayne's world
Totally, dude
You should see their faces when they see that this robot can move
[Break: Lil Wayne]
And it say...
Hahaha, yeah
And it go...
That's right

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
A millionaire, I'm a
Young Money, Cash Money, fast money
Slow money, mo' money, never no money
What is that, who is that? I never heard of it
I will take your picture and make a "Rest In Peace" shirt of it
Some should take this beat and make a "Rest In Peace" shirt of it
Because I killed it, now, don't tell no one you heard of me
It's like the beat was screamin', "Murder me!"
And I'm a murderer, so I murdered it
And you niggas is what I'm eating, I'll make sure of it
And he who don't believe me, I'll make dessert of him
Sherbet him, I mean, shame on him, or her; Carter, father of
This rap thing, this is my race
Go on, take a lap, man, Weezy Baby's nursery
Now, gon' take a nap, man, it's naptime
I'll holla back at you at snacktime

[Break: Lil Wayne]
Weezy...
F...
Yeah, OK
[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
They say I'm rappin' like B.I.G, Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at, who dat?
Who dat said they gon' beat Lil' Wayne
My name ain't Bic, but I keep dat flame, man
Who dat wanna do dat, boy? You knew dat, you dat swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't O-U like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
Haha, and I'd rather be pushing flowers
Than to be in the pen sharing showers
See, Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don't play in her garden, and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawnmower
Boy, I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Man, life just ain't life without me
Hip-hop just ain't hip-hop without me

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Young Moola, baby
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S.A.S.A.R.A.F.[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Bitch better have my money
Don't test me, motherfucker I study
And wifey keep tellin' me the pills gon' kill me
Fuckin' up my sperm count and she want children
Back on my bullshit, I'm back on my bullshit
I'm a dead man walkin', follow my footprints
If you scared go to church, I shoot at the pulpit
My girl pussy sweeter than a whatchamacallit
I ain't worried bout 'em, I say "Hi hater"
I throw you off the top of a skyscraper
5Boro, we go Bozo
And I'd rather be po' before a Popo
Don't come down here if you ain't from down here
Fuck around and get stuck like gum down here
And that vest won't help cause I'm aimin' at your scalp
And all my underwear say Ralph

[Chorus]
And all I do is skate and smoke and rap and fuck
Skate and smoke and rap
But all I do is skate and smoke and rap and fuck
Skate and smoke and rap
Now let me see ya kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip
I got your bitch dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I got a call and nigga it's my sweetie
Five bowls in her mouth spell Weezy
Yeah, monkey on the dick
And I ain't no magician so I never love a trick
Man light up that Swisher, punch him in the kisser
Kidnap his mom, and fuck her like Stifflers
Tatted everywhere man these hoes love a nigga
Glock with the magazine do you want the cover nigga huh?
Um, I'm in that Trukfit
I'm in that pussy and I beat it like a drumstick
Talk stupid and I'll put you on a milk carton
Boy I just shoot you in the back, handicapped parkin'
Yeah, my gun "pow" like Gasol
If you don't want beef milk the cow cowboy
Yeah, and tell them snitches I'm rat poison, pussy motherfucker

[Chorus]
And all I do is skate and smoke and rap and fuck
Skate and smoke and rap
But all I do is skate and smoke and rap and fuck
Skate and smoke and rap
Now let me see ya kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip
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I Told Y’all[Intro: DJ K-Swift & Lil Wayne]
Told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all (Hahahahaha!)
I told y’all, I tote a tool
Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Young Money!)
I told y’all, I tote a tool
Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Young Money!)
I told y’all, I tote a tool
Bullet in the Glock and blow that—
T—Told y’all, I tote a tool (Young Mula, baby)
Bullet in the Glock and blow that—
I told y’all, I tote a tool (Uh-huh)
Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Uh-huh)
I told y’all, I tote a tool (Uh-huh)
Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Uh-huh)
I told y’all, I tote a tool (Uh-huh, I usually don't do this!)
Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Uh-huh)
T—Told y’all, I tote a tool (Uh-huh)
Bullet in the Glock and blow that—
But we gon' keep the party going!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I—I—I—I—I—I wake a nigga up in his bed when he sleep
Tie the nigga up from his head to his feet
Then I light the nigga up from his head to his feet
Put his body in the water and his head on the beach
Light another blunt 'cause it save me the grief
I don't give a fuck, I was made for the beef
I don't give a fuck, I'm straight from the streets
But I'm crooked as a bitch, bitch, wave to the thief
Lie to the bad guy, "Hi" to the good dope
Ride with the bad guy, try and you get smoked
Lie and you get smoked, lie for a nigga, though
Try for a nigga, though, die for a nigga, though
Why would a nigga go to New Orleans?
This is Katrinaland
The President flew over, and he ain't even land
We ain't even mad, we ain't even playing
It's duct-tape season in my region
And you ain't leaving until we eating
And I want my piece and I want my peeps to get their piece
And they want their peeps to get their piece
And until then, tell you peeps, "No peace"
I'm a beast and I feast every beat I seek
And I freak every mix CD I leak
I need to be at the T-O-P O-F H-I-P-H-O-P
And I'm I-N D-A C-U-T W-I-T-H them Uzis
Who, me? Yes, me, call me Weezy West, B
'Cause I'm wilder than the motherfucking Wild West be
I'm so ready—are you ready for me?
I'm Young Money, Young Mula, baby
Break in a nigga car at the light
Put the gun to his head, make him park on the right, and
Then I tell him, "Don't talk," make him get out and walk
And then, I tell my goons, "Get right in"
When you fucking with a nigga like me
No homo, but you're fucking with a rider
But they no heard me, when I tried to...
[Hook: DJ K-Swift & Lil Wayne]
Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I—
Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I—
Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I—
Told y'all, I tote a tool
Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Ugh!)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Fuck another motherfucker and them other motherfuckers
'Cause can't no motherfucker fuck with a nigga
If you fuck with Lil' Tune
I’ma let my goons just follow your ass like Twitter, nigga
We can do what you want, I don't care
Anyhow, anywhere, anytime, I swear
At sun-up on a nigga, I will run up on a nigga
Put the gun up on a nigga; now, I'm one-up on a nigga
Yeah, I will run the clock behind the guap
And if my leg broke, I will hop; bitch, I will hustle 'til I drop
Bitch, I will throw you from the top of the world
I got myself a Boston girl
She my gypsy, I'm her genie, ride my magic carpet, girl
Flow so sick, you cough and hurl, I'm so twisted, I walk in swirls
I'm so lifted, I walk on clouds
Please, please, please, don't shoot me down
Fucking right, I put it down, buy it white, then cook it brown
This is how "great-looking" sound; K.Y. bring the hook around
[Hook: DJ K-Swift & Lil Wayne]
Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I—
Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I—
Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I—
Told y'all, I tote a tool
Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Ugh!)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & DJ-K-Swift]
Hollygrove U.S.A., parlez-vous Français?
Hot as picante, I am a zombie
What more can I say? 'Cause after all, I...
Told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all
I told y'all, I tote it
Put the bullet in the Glock and blow that bitch
If you know like I know, you'd put money way before that bitch
Everyone got they hand out
So I drop my drawers, let them hold that dick
I’ma roll that stick, and I’ma roll it thick
And I know I'm colder when it's cold as brick
And I ain't that old, I'm just twenty-six
All in your mouth like I'm a dentist, bitch
Fuck you and your interests, bitch
We on some shoot-the-interest shit
Better find the exit boy, my Nina is so sexy boy
And she feeling desperate boy, don’t make her molest you, boy
Pressure, pressure, boy; what would make you test the boy?
I'm great with no effort, boy, your face will get severed, boy
I'm breaking your level, boy, I'm taking your medal, boy
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That’s My Nigga[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Young
Young
Young, Young, Young
Young
Young, Young Mula, baby!
Hey!
Hey!
For the grown and sexy, say yeah
Yeah
Hahaha!

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Shawty let your hair down, I'ma let the top down
We can ride around town, turn this bitch to our town
We can do it real big, bigger than you've ever done it
Everything you ever wanted, I can spend whatever on it
Baby, I'm a d-boy, you see my duffle bag
I don't see her panty line where her stomach at
She don't wear drawers, she like her pussy bald
And she don't like pets, but she cool with my dog
And she cook a nigga steak, she fix a nigga plate
She rub a nigga back like I'm in the NBA
And she know I'm in the game, but she know I don't play
She know just what to do to make me say I'm gon' stay
[Bridge 1: Lil Wayne]
But she know I gotta work, and she know I got work
She pack my socks, boxers, and t-shirt
She know I gotta work, and she know I got work
She pack my socks, boxers, and t-shirt

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Thats my motherfucking nigga (Hey!)
Yeah, that's my nigga (Hey!)
That's my nigga (Hey!)
Girl, you my nigga
You my motherfucking dog (You my dog)
Girl, you my dog (You my dog)
You are my cutie, my beauty
And I am a motherfucking beast (I'm a beast)
Yes, I'm a beast (Yes, I'm a beast)
Yes, I'm a beast (I'm a beast)
Yes, I'm a beast
Now, girl, go'n do it for the boy (Do it!)
Do, do it for the boy (Do it!)
Just do it for the boy
Do, do it for the boy

[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
Baby, you a beast; baby, you a dog
So if I call you my bitch, please don't take it wrong
And man, I miss my dawgs, so you know I ain't takin' long
I love it when you scream that, "I can't take it, it's too long"
See, my baby hold me down, she never hold me down
Yeah that's my Bonnie, better hold that nigga down
"Babe, shoot that nigga up," then we go home and fuck
That's my dog, she like it rough, that's my dog, ruff-ruff
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
And she know I gotta work and she know I got work
But she buy my drink, my pills, and my purp
And she know I gotta work, she know i got work
And she buy my drinks, my pills, and my purp

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
That's my motherfucking nigga (Hey!)
Yeah, that's my nigga (Hey!)
That's my nigga (Hey!)
Girl, you my nigga, you my motherfucking dog (You my dog)
Girl, you my dog (You my dog)
You are my cutie, my beauty
And I am a motherfucking beast
Yes, I'm a beast
Yes, I'm a beast
Yes, I'm a beast
Now, girl, go'n do it for the boy
Do, do it for the boy
Just do it for the boy
Do, do it for the boy (Hahaha)

[Bridge 2: Lil Wayne]
It go "long hair, don't care"
I put it there, right there, sweat there, tight there
I kiss there, bite there, oh yeah, Ike, yeah
I go there, I don't care, we can do whatever you like
[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
I know you like that, you love that
From the front door on the living room floor from the back
And she...  love to throw that ass back
She get on top and roll, she make my eyes roll back like
Baby, the way you ride me, I'll ride for you
Give me more brain than a zombie, I'll die for you
Then I die, then come back alive for you
I'll survive for you, I'm down for you
You my dog

[Bridge 2: Lil Wayne]
Long hair, don't care
I put it there, right there, shit, yeah, fuck, yeah
Spit, yeah, suck there, it's there, what's there?
Cum there, cum where?
And you can cum wherever you like, haha
Haha
And you can cum wherever you like
Wherever you like, hehehe

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Shawty let ya hair down, I'ma let the top down
We can ride around town, turn this bitch to our town
We can do it real big, ... than you've ever done it
I can spend whatever on it!
Baby, I'm a d-boy, you see my duffle bag
I see no panty line where her stomach at
'Cause she don't wear drawers, she like her pussy bald
But she don't like pets, but she cool with my dog
And she cook a nigga steak, she fix a nigga plate
She rub a nigga back like I'm in the NBA
And she know I'm down to game, but she know I don't play
She know just what to do to make me say I'm gon' stay

[Bridge 1: Lil Wayne]
But she know I gotta work,  she know I got work
But she buy my socks, boxers, and t-shirt
Said she know I gotta work, she know I got work
She buy my drink, my pills, and my purp

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
That's my motherfucking nigga (Hey!)
Yeah, that's my nigga (Hey!)
That's my nigga (Ayy)
Girl, you my nigga, you my motherfucking dog
Girl, you my dog
You are my cutie, my beauty (My dog)
And I am a motherfuckin' beast (I'm a beast)
Yes, I'm a beast (Beast)
Yes, I'm a beast (I'm a beast)
Yes, I'm a beast (I'm a beast)
Now, girl, go'n do it for the boy
Do, do it for the boy (Yeah)
Just do it for the boy (Do it for the boy!)
Do, do it for the boy (Hey!)
That's my motherfucking nigga (Hey!)
Yeah, that's my nigga (Hey!)
That's my nigga (Hahaha, ayy)
Yeah, you my nigga, you my motherfucking dog (You my dog)
Girl, you my dog (You my dog)
You are my cutie, my beauty
And I am a motherfucking beast (I'm a beast)
Yes, I'm a beast (Yes I'm a beast)
Yes, I'm a beast (I'm a beast)
Yes, I'm a beast
Now girl, gon' do it for the boy (Do it, do it)
Do, do it for the boy (Do it, do it)
Just do it for the boy (Do it, do it)
Do, do it for the boy

[Break: Lil Wayne]
Ayyyyy, yeah
You my nigga
Young Mula, baby!
Girl, you my dog (Hahaha)
Girl, you my dog (Young, Young, Young, Young, Young)
And I'm like, man, I miss my dog (Young)
Man, I miss my dog (Young)
Man, I miss my dog (Young, Young, Young, Young)
Man, I miss my motherfucking nigga (Keke, where you at?)
You my nigga
'Cause you my nigga (Keke, where you at?)
Girl, you my nigga (Ayy!)

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
You my motherfucking dog
Girl, you my dog
You are my cutie, my beauty
And I am a motherfucking beast
Yes, I'm a beast
Yes, I'm a beast
Now, girl go'n do it for the boy, just do it for the boy
Just do it for the boy, do, do it, do, do it
Just do it for the boy, girl, do it for the boy
Just do it

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
A bitch is a female dog, and they say a dog is a man's best friend
HOLLA!
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SUWU[Intro: Lil Wayne (DJ Drama)]
Yeah, I really don't wear shades when I do my verses
But uh, sometimes I don't want to see my words
This for you, Six shit
Yeah, hello?
(Free 6LACK)
Brrr, Hello?
Fuck it, fuck it, yeah, yeah, yeah...
(Mafia Family, that is)
Dedication 6
(Free C5!)

[Verse 1]
Roses are red, our eyes are too, yeah
The pillows, the bed, the light bulbs too, Suwu
The scarf on my head and her drawers too
None of this shit she heard before
My lies all new, true
I cross my heart, I won't cross you, damn
Ride me so good I need horse shoes, ohh
Eat that shit out like some soul food, yeah
Cut the shit down, you'll hear old Tune, brrp
She come to my house and I got drugs layin' 'round
So easy to pick up, and they so hard to put down
Gift and a curse
And she don't mind fuckin' with girls
As long as Tiffany's first
Hello, fuck it
[Hook]
That's my little baby, that's my little baby
She get a little brazy, but she still wavy (Suwu)
That's my little baby, that's my little baby
She get a little faded, but she still savin' (Fuck you)

[Verse 2]
Roses are red, our eyeballs too
We go from the sofa, to floor, to the bed, these nice walls too
Roses are red, our skin tone too, yeah
Let's go off to space, the way stars do, (Pewm)
We gone, it's all in our heads, and our hearts too, (Vroom)
I'm gone, she waitin' in bed for that part two, (Skrt)
I'm back, and we argue all mornin', fuck all noon, (Err-Ehh)
That's what the bed and the walls do
Hel-Hello? She come to my house and I got guns layin' 'round
But, she treat each one of them like it's her own child
Gift and the curse
And she don't mind fuckin' with girls as long as Tiffany's first
Hello, fuck it (Suwu)
Roses are red and my stones too
The roses are dead and my phone too
Damn, I'm changin' her life, her ringtone too
Cut that shit down, you'll hear old Tune

[Hook]
That's my little baby, that's my little baby
She-she get a little brazy, but your bitch basic
That's my little baby, that's my little baby
She said, "Fuck that nigga, Baby, I'm your real baby."
(Fuck it)
That's my little baby, that's my little baby
She get a little faded, but she steal safely3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Alphabet Bitches[Intro]
Santana I see you, haha
Citas's son!
Mama please don't be mad at me for this one
But I gotta tell my story...
I had to do it
Check, my name is Weezy baby
Please say the baby
If you're not, don't say it at all
This is my story

[Verse 1]
Well, the A is for Ashley, she always ask for me
To take it out her pussy, put it right in her ass
And the B is for Brittany, she right in the class
She be hating on Ashley, 'cause she tight in the ass
The C is for Christina want me to big screen her
The way she dick Kiss should be a misdemeanor
So if you seen her, I been searchin but can't find her
Ever since I been with Diamond with Diamonds in her vagiña
And the E is for ever-elegant Erika
Sweet red bitch, we used to call her Miss America
I ain't gon' lie, now, Erika is a dog
And to them Magnolia niggas, she done fucked 'em all, Slim!
Speaking of Slim, the F is for Fat
A real skinny ho so you know why they call her that
And the G for Gabrielle, you can call her Gabby
But all my homeboys seem to call her "Nasty," man!
[Hook]
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches (Geah!)
I get bitches (say what), I get bitches (say who)
I get bitches (say huh), I get bitches
You got (oh), you got (oh)
You got (oh), you got-oh!

[Verse 2]
H is for my H-town homegirl Heather
Head, haze, purple, pussy, pills, forever
My mami's dedicated, aww, yeah
She neva tell me n"o," the most she say is "Not here"
And then, uh, I is for Isis, mami a Pisces
She fuck rappers for free, but hit them actors with prices
They always pay 'cause her body the nicest
But I hit that everyday, back when I had the wife-ahhhhh
J for Joanessa, kinda sexy with light eyes
She didn't make the band but she still doing quite fine
The K for Kia, I hate that bitch
Because she super fucking fine but she can't take that dick
And then the L is for LaKia, that's Kia's twin
Night and day, every time we fuck, I fall right in
And the M is for Maria, María, Mariá
She hangs out with NeCole whose fucking Olivia, well!
[Hook]
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches (Geah!)
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches (Geah!)
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches (Geah!)
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches (Geah!)
I get bitches (say what), I get bitches (say who)
I get bitches (say huh), I get bitches
You got (oh), you got (oh)
You got (oh), you got, oh!

[Verse 3]
P for Paulina she go all night
If I don't fuck her once a week, she pro'ly go on strike
And the Q is for Queen 'cause she is my Queen
No, she can't ride it like Renata, but her body is mean
And the S is for Shayna, a sucker in bed
She take advantage of the fact that I'm a sucker for head
And the T is for Tara, too much mascara
Tone down on the blush, like you tryna scare us
U for Ursula, she with Vicky
They both come over and work out with me
The W for Wanda, she kinda remind ya
Of that game Street Fighter, hands like E. Honda
The Y for Yvette, she get wetter than most
She always tryna get high, but I just let her get low
And last, but not least, the Z goes to Zara
She get high off zinfandel and masturbate to The Carter
Yeah!
[Hook]
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches (Geah!)
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches (Geah!)
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches (Geah!)
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches
I get bitches (say what), I get bitches (say who)
I get bitches (say hanh), I get bitches (OH!)
You got (oh), you got (oh), you got (oh), you got oh! Ah!6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Scottie[Intro]
Cool N Dre, this is

[Refrain]
It's so simple that it's complicated (Complicated), uh
You think about mistakes, that's when you made 'em (When you made 'em), yeah
The water's runnin', baby, I ain't chasin' (I ain't chasin')
'Cause only in still water we can see our faces (See our faces)
Real shit, I told my nigga

[Verse 1]
"Boy, you better watch them hoes when you sleepin'
Nigga, them dog-ass hoes be creepin'"
I got a few Ms put up for safe keepin'
Long hair, don't care like I was raised in a teepee
Nigga, gun hurt, Nina said she 'bout to go streakin'
Niggas 'bout to go to missin', niggas 'bout to go to deacons
Niggas 'bout to get high as airmen from Tuskegee
Niggas blind to the fact 'cause they don't wan' see me
Niggas don't want talk, niggas don't want reason
Niggas don't want peace, niggas don't know the meanin'
Nigga said, "You're a bitch, nigga," bitch European
Nigga, we Herculean, nigga, skate, surf, or skiin'
Nigga really overseeing, y'all niggas sight seein'
Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteein'
New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
And when he died, niggas shouted out, "Tha-thank you, Jesus"
Cruising down the street and I ain't Caribbean
Ain't terrified and I ain't never been
Sippin' H-Town, lookin' like Jeremy Lin
I'm movin' slower than a fuckin' Maryland terrapin
I ain't got time, patience very thin
I will fuck a nigga bride on the day she marry him
I'm a bad Samaritan, I'm a black American
Got white like a fuckin' Aryan, and
[Chorus]
I don't need no pot to piss in, I just need a pot to whip it
I don't need no fuckin' help, I don't need no Scottie Pippen
I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need a chopper, nigga
Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas
I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no

[Verse 2]
Now beam me up Scotty
You gon' find your mommy chopped up in a tub
With "Stop snitchin'" written on a note by her body
I picked up your ho and she wore something tiny
I wore something simple, she like that about me
My dope from the '90s, my dope ain't consignment
My coke ain't that diet, I hope you a client
These hoes be relying, these niggas be lying
These niggas who snitchin' we throw to the lions
Ain't no testifyin', you know desert's quiet
So scream until you give your throat laryngitis, we so terrorizin'
You cuddle too much, you choose hoes to confide in
I know where you hide and that ho verified it
I told my homie, "I know where to find him"
He said, "You late, we already got him
And by the way, it was an honor"
That made my day, made me so proud
I bought my bitch some shit from her favorite designer
And a Chihuahua
What's the occasion? Don't worry about it
I don't fuck with snakes except Kobe, the Mamba
Might cut off my hair 'cause these hoes is Delilah's
Let me check my wallet, my pulse and my vitals
Call me the greatest or call me retired
It's up in the air like carbon monoxide
Bitch, we in the buildin', we started from outside
My dick is my third eye and she call it cockeyed
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a 360
She get so wet, it can be sea sickening
Niggas expect some sort of leniency
I'm in high def, but why are you screening me?
I'm Weezy F you, with a sick dick
Hop on my skateboard, do a quick trick
Playin' my role, even with a thick script
Waitin' on a revolution, hope I get a big tip
Smoking on Cee-Lo Green, lighting up a big gift
Every bud get nipped, life is so vibrant and the suns just trip
Anything can happen, put the whats with the ifs
But what's with the ifs?
Just pass that weed like flyin' colors
Light green, teal, turquoise, purple
When I'm in a room, if these walls could talk
I'm sure they'd prefer to be non-verbal
Papa was a rolling stone, worthless
Mama said I wasn't on purpose
That's why I got a ice box where
My heart used to be in this cold world
I'm a monster, a cold blooded monster
I'm colder than fuckin' Moscow, kilos, ounces, GRAMMYs, Oscars
Knock you off your fuckin' high horse
Like a cold-blooded jouster, fightin' for my life
Praying to the ringside announcer
[Refrain]
It's so simple that it's complicated (Complicated), yeah
You think about mistakes, that's when you made 'em (When you made 'em), yeah
The water's runnin', baby, I ain't chasin' (I ain't chasin')
'Cause only in still water's when we see our faces (See our faces)
Real shit, tell 'em

[Chorus]
I don't need no pot to piss in, I just need a pot to whip it
I don't need no fuckin' help, I don't need no Scottie Pippen
I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need that chopper with me
Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas
I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no
I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no
I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need a chopper with me
Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas
I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no
Now beam me up Scotty (Now beam me up Scotty)12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Stop Playin With Me[Intro]
(Chill Stump on the beat)

[Verse 1]
Ooh, I got a plus sized model
But she my lil' mama
I make her bust it open for me like a piñata
And as the world turned, she was my spin doctor
'Cause when I was down, you all got lost on me like Bin Laden
I know that times changed, I don't think I've changed
I changed my mind a bunch of times, but that's just mind games
Baby, stop playin' with me
Do I look like I'm playin' with you?
I was runnin' from myself, and that's just who I ran into
Closed my eyes last night and had a dream I was dyin'
When I woke up, I was surprised, and I hate surprises
I hate to love, they love to hate, but when it's all synchronizin'
It feel just like the flames have died up in this cold state of mind
Promethazine tranquilizers as I say my goodbyes
Paid them no mind, and as I wait for my receipt
I just got my face tatted and it felt orgasming
I got on a straightjacket, then it must be fashion week
I just look like this, ho, don't be comparin' me
Shit is so embarrassing, low-key flattering
They'd rather battle royale, way before they battle me
Long live my skateboard and rest in peace to Adam Z
Motherfucker, stop playin' with me
[Chorus]
Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me
Stop playin' with me, bitch, it's been a long time
For a long time
Time sure flies but it's on a long flight
No I don't need air time 'cause I got hang time
You think it's play time? Well bitch, it's game time
And you gon' stop playin' with me
Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me

[Verse 2]
Ooh, I've been feelin' like a killer since the diapers
I've been feelin' like a hitter since the minors
Sticky icky like a itsy bitsy spider
They say to be or not to be, bitch, I'm indecisive
I'm in the buildin' like the interior designer
You in your feelings like a bitch when she get her cycle
Ain't that a bitch, ain't that a bitch? I'm yellin', "Please don't wife her"
Dwayne Carter, niggas wanna be the DC sniper
Well, fuck it, I'm thuggin' on the low, I'm ballin' on the high
I'm fuckin' on the floor, she can crawl but can't hide
I'm Bloodin' with my bros, goin' hard with my slimes
It ain't nothin' to a GOAT but the roar of a lion
Jungle book, ho, it's another book show
No car keys needed, button push, go
We gon' ghost ride in the whip, then she believe in ghosts
I'ma snowplow on that bitch until she freezin' cold
She gon' slope style on the dick until she eat the snow
Put my foot down in this bitch, these niggas twinkle toes
Nigga, sit down, you a bitch, I heard your seat unfold
Way up in the nosebleeds, hold your head back, squeeze your nose
[Outro]
Nigga, stop playin' with me
Stop playing with me
It's been a long time, a long time
Long, long time since she loved me long time
Told her stop playin' with me
Stop playin' with me
No, I don't need air time 'cause I got hang time
You think it's play time? Well then it's game time
You gon' stop playin' with me
Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me
Stop playin' with me, bitch
Yes, I've been on time, for a long time
And time sure flies, but it's on a long flight
And you gon' stop playin' with me, yeah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Black Republicans[Intro: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana]
*Pfff...*
Now, this is what they've been waiting for
Yeah, yessir
Ya dig?
Ya dig?
Santana!
Weezy F!
Ayy!
Haha!
Ayy, Wayne
What up, man?
What you been working on, nigga?
Oh, you know
I got Curren$y new album
And quietly working on my album, ya dig?
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next album too, nigga
That's what it is!
But dig this
Hmm?
They wanna know what we been working on together
Yeah, yeah
That's that "I Can't Feel My Face Shit," they know that there
Yeah, you know
They know what it is
So if they ever thought the South and the North was gonna collide
That's what they thinking!
Guess what?We already did
Already
Go!
[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
I'm feeling like a Black Republican, naw, I can't call it
More like a Black Democrat runnin' 'em out of office (Get out)
Young Barack-a Obama, I'm all for it
The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen on you
I protect my land like a farmer
Pockets stay chubby like Toccara (Yup), huh
Or should I say fat like the Parkers
Tote big guns like I'm still playing Contra (Ha)
Y'all washed up like money that's laundered (Yeah)
Y'all funny, I'm bonkers
Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a harness
Rock star, I'm flyer than an ostrich (Ha)
And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass
I shall shine forever, never tarnish (Never)
Money buried behind my house like a garden (What?)
All green, my bank account's like a forest
I Can't Feel My Face is gettin' started (Yeah)
And Weezy is my accomplice (Ya dig?)
A black activist like Sonny Carson
Stripes of a sergeant, salute me
And chicks, I get 'em high, higher than turbulences
White Phantom, lookin' so Fergalicious (Haha)
I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims
It's get rich, go to jail, or be a murder victim
Ayy! Now all y'all listen
If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I feel like a Black Republican, tote the MAC in the public
AndAct so southern n' die for my brethren
Money, money-money, like Money Mackin' Publishing
One life to live, never ask for a mulligan
Streets cold but the heat make me feel covenant
Been had cake, you late like Ed Sullivan
Fly like an eagle, but no, I'm not Donovan
Boy, you better go eat some soup with your mama 'nem
And my mind is on another continent
I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit
I don't parking-lot pimp, I just politick
But I get all in her mouth like Polident
New Orleans representer to the inner
Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer
The sun don't shine, and the guns don't sleep
Wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana]
Ya dig?
Ayy!
And we wanna let the world know
This is not a diss song either, people
Uh-uh, uh-uh
We don't diss them, we dismiss them
Ya dig? Haha
Recognize or step aside
Yeah!
Ya dig?
Hahaha
We let the music talk
Drought 3! Hahaha
And by the way
What?
It's Santana
It's Weezy!
I'm back
Yeah
You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards cause you can't face yourself
Assholes
DipSet for life
Cash Money
Cash Money, what up!
Young Money, Skull Gang
Mill!13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hold Up[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Leggo, Ok
Bitch I’m me, American Gangster
Weezy F. Baby, born in a manger
Trouble is my friend, I ain’t foreign to danger
Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels
Shoot you in your halo, shoot you like Halo
New Orleans a-hole; frio, fuego
All about my bread like bagels, they know
I’m raw like Quaaludes
Bal' like gay hoes
Weed so strong it’s like I twist tornadoes
Spit like nines, four-fifths, and three-eight-0s
Niggas want problems, well I am problematic
It’s back to picking cotton, cause you niggas cotton candy
I’m a Eastside Damu
Deep water Shamu
Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush in the bamboo
Pussy in the bedroom
Pass that bitch down like an heirloom
Tunechi

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Hold up, hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up, hold up
Man, we hustle 'til night fall
Party 'til sunlight
Guns in the boxers
Don’t make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigger finger itching
And we hustle 'til night fall
Party 'til sunlight
Guns in the boxers
Don’t make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigger finger itching
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
[Verse 2: T-Streets]
Maan, bitch I’m Streets, I rep that East
Gimme the beef, I’ll put the beef in the grease
Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the sheets
I fucked that bitch: mission complete
Real nigga talk, gangsta conversation
I’m a real nigga, don’t fuck with imitations
Young Money nigga, ain’t no limitations
I don’t play games, niggas simulation
Which one of y’all niggas say you bout it
It’s a fucked up world T-Streets take you out it
That’s word to the Glock
Glock in the sock
Loose lips sink ships, better stop at the dock
Hol' up

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Married to the money, you welcome to the reception
And she came with problems; fuck it, that’s my stepsons
Sleeping in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come
And I keep the toast, turn your ass to bread crumbs, uh
Based on a true story
I got a million flows, they ain’t even two stories
Sleeping on the edge, I hope I don’t toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird, and that’s how I get the worm
Yeah, Real Nigga University Alumni
Just checked my watch, and that bitch said sometimes
She say when I’m in her, it feel like I’m soul-searching
And they say money talks, well it’s my spokesperson, uh
Grab a star from the sunroof
I fuck her in her dreams, and make her come true
Yeah, Young Money and the power
Send my B's at you, like a motherfucking flower
Hold Up
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
Man, we hustle 'til night fall
Party 'til sunlight
Guns in the boxers
Don’t make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigger finger itching
And we hustle 'til night fall
Party 'til sunlight
Guns in the boxers
Don’t make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigger finger itching
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
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Sick[Intro: DJ Drama]
A YMGM Collaboration
Young Money, Generation M
Get with it!

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Squad poppin' like the Pentagon
Squad poppin' like the renaissance
Squad poppin' like the Thriller song
And you pussy ass niggas thrill is gone
My squad lit like a strobe light
Squad lit on a slow night
Squad ain't got no type
Cinderella, Pocahontas, Snow White
My squad poppin', my bitch shoppin'
My niggas thuggin', my bitch robbin'
I'm inside cuddlin' with the chopper
Workin' on the stove, like a novel
Diggin' in my pockets, tryna find the bottom
Codeine got the drink all soggy
And your queen got my dick hard body
There's a stick up in my drawers, armed robbery
My squad poppin' like the white house
Squad never need time out
Squad way up on the ninth cloud
Way up here we got iCloud
My squad lit like a strobe light
Every night, any night, all night
6 hoes and they all dykes
And all they need is one mic
My new attic full of dead bodies
Old attic full of dead bodies
Bedroom full of red bodies
I got your main bitch headlinin'
She cry to me, said "You're no fair"
Cried to me, said "You're low fare"
Dry pussy with no hair
So we showered together and the soap fell
Then I ask her how the dope feel
I don't care how the ho feel
I kick her ass out the dope house
And she can ask her ass how the door feel
Squad pop like the Pentagon
Thot talk like Jenny Jones
Smokin' loud like an intercom
I'ma keep it summer all winter long
Squad lit like the sunlight
You gon' have to squint or use one eye
No Mike Tyson, this a gun fight
Had to hide my guns 'cause they gun-shy
Squad pop like the Pentagon
Had to put a few killers on
If you don't want no static
You gon' have to put some antennas on
Wait, drop-top with the titties on
Bitch bounce like a tennis ball
Pussies hatin' like menopause
Its a jungle out there, Senegal
Wait, drop-top with the tinteds on
It get ugly when I'm pretty stoned
Fat pockets with the skinnies on
I'm dead right, but I'm livin' wrong
No red lights, my limits gone
My meds right, I'm Trippy Jones
My wave right like Billabong
My diamonds dance like Diddy Combs
Her headlights, I turn 'em on
She wanna go to Mars, that journey long
I'm gon' fuck her hard 'til her sternum gone
My diamonds sing, she learn the songs
I woke up, like this ho
I'm burnin' pot like Crisco
She a Crip ho but she a nympho
And we color blind, and you know love is blind
In each other's eyes, we butterflies
Rock and roll like Hummer tires
I don't even got to be her number 1
I'm her number 6 and she my number 9
Get it?
All these drugs scientific
All these boys science fiction
Softer than a flying ribbon
Walkin' all 9 innings
Talkin' shit while I'm shittin'
Defecation expensive
Destination exquisite
Dedication 6th senses
I'm the shit up in the restroom
Guess who up in my guest room
Smack her ass, leave a flesh wound
Weezy F. Baby, test tube
The Martian get high as Neptunes
I fuck your bitch, how is that news?
And you ain't shit to a raccoon
I go ape-shit on these baboons
The diamonds still doin' dance moves
The money still makin' fast moves
6 feet or 3 pair of shoes
You still underground where the grass grew
Headshot, that's a hairdo
Blood drop like shampoo
Young Vidal Sassoon
Oh well, no Shamu
She clap her ass and the lamp blew
We catch your ass gettin' fast food
It happen fast, then we vamoose
Rat-a-tat-ta-ta-tat, poof
I go Apple Jack to the Froot Loop
I got milk, sauce, and the Ragu
From the body on the side walk
I chucked to the chalk in this kids classroom
Six shit
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Craziest shit Drake ever bought me as a gift was um probably some, some jewelry or something like Drake buy real extravagant gifts like so, I don't, you know, forgive me for saying I don't remember but it's like the gift be so extravagant meaning like I probably use it every day so when you use something everyday you totally forget who got that shit for you,I 'm sorry you just do.  and so he get you those type of gifts when I say extravagant I mean like uh the house I probably live in was probably bought by Drake you know what I mean shit like that3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fuck tha World[Intro]
Look, look, look

[Verse 1]
A young nigga screamin fuck the world and let 'em die
Behind tints, tryna' duck the world and smokin ride
Got my bandanna 'round my head and pants to my feet
And got my eyes fire red and Glock on my seat
I'm tryna' stay under intoxication
Cause I lost my father, and got a daughter, plus I'm on probation
I'm drinkin liquor like it's water, gettin pissy drunk
And stayin away from them lil' broads they tryna get me stomped keep a chopper in the trunk and my heat on my waistline
Duckin the law, cause I ain't tryna' do no Fed time
Sometimes I just wish I could be away
But I gotta take care of Ginae and keep Ms. Cita straight
So I just maintain the struggle and I keep tryin
But how can I when my closest people keep dyin'
I ain't lyin that the law tryna' bust my clique
But I scream fuck the world man, I'm too young for this

[Chorus]
Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world
I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl
And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real
And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills
Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world
I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl
And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real
And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills
[Verse 2]
Give me a cigarette, my nerves bad
The Feds said they heard that I know where them birds at
And my old lady say she saw me with anotha brizzah
And some a the boys shot up my block so now I gotta kill 'em
And teachers keep tellin' my momma that I'm gettin' worse
And now she trippin talkin 'bout I need to be in church
And my lil' girl whole family tryna lie in court
Tryna' put me, a child, on child support
And whole family deny me of what I do cause I'm a 'thug and stuff'
Plus, my niggas keep fallin to them drugs and stuff
That dope got these niggas meltin' away
Man they got clowns right around me, killin' they self everyday
We keep fightin' but they so strong
I know it's hard but don't give up baby hold on
Just keep ya fate, count blessings, and wodie keep ya trust
And grab ya nuts and let 'em know that we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck

[Chorus]
Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world
I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl
And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real
And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills
Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world
I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl
And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real
And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills
[Verse 3]
I mean the world just ain't gon' never change
So I just keep my head up and my nuts, let 'em hang
Dawg I swear it's very rough out here for the youngstas
Like everybody against me cause I'm a young thug
Dear Rabbit, why they have to kill Rabbit?
But I'mma keep you alive, nigga, I'm Lil Rabbit
That's why this lil' nigga be buggin like it's no tomorrow
I only can depend on macita and C-M-R
I try my best to make it through the night and live today
But I'm upset so I'm steady wipin' tears away
And police got me under surveillance when and wherever
Wrecking they brains, tryna' figure where I'm gettin that cheddar
I tell my family just leave me a-damn-lone
I can handle all'a my business, this lil' man grown
But I try to forget about it and just stand strong
But if everythang was cool I wouldn't write this damn song
Fuck the world

[Chorus]
Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world
I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl
And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real
And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills
Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world
I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl
And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real
And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills
Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world
I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl
And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real
And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills
Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fuck Up Some Commas (Remix)[Hook: Future]
Fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah
Let's fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah
Forty thou to a hunned thou
A hunned thou 'nother hunned thou
Three hunned thou, five hunned thou
A million, let's have a money shower
Fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah
Let's fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah
Forty thou to a hunned thou
A hunned thou 'nother hunned thou
Three hunned thou, five hunned thou
A million, let's have a money shower

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Fuck up some commas, Tunechi
Let's fuck up the future, Future
My homie just robbed an Uber
I get a discount on cruises
Ain't no more Cash Money, just money
A nigga pull up if it's somethin'
They don't call me Jr no more
They call me the number 1 stunna
Give no fuck shit, we don't give no fucks
Put on my tux, here comes the bride in her all white cups
Hundred million to a fuckin' billion
All these broke niggas unfamiliar
My bitch bad, I say, “Mama Mia"
Pants sag like the young Aaliyah, Lil Tunechi
[Hook: Future]
Fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah
Let's fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah
Forty thou to a hunned thou
A hunned thou 'nother hunned thou
Three hunned thou, five hunned thou
A million, let's have a money shower
Fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah
Let's fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah
Forty thou to a hunned thou
A hunned thou 'nother hunned thou
Three hunned thou, five hunned thou
A million, let's have a money shower9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hit Em Up[Intro]
Yeah
I tried talk to 'em

[Verse 1]
Quit talkin', I'ma hang you by your tongue, yeah
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck with niggas like fungi, we don't even hear ya
Hollerin' bullshit, nigga, cut the diarrhea (Get 'em)
Pistol lie inside of the armrest (Yeah), um, yes
Lay a nigga down in his own mess (Yeah), don't mess
Player fuck around with the homeless (Yeah), charmless
You can leave out here armless, no homies (Go)
Honest, you niggas is harmless
I'm calm as a don is supposed to (Be), Cosa Nostra
Don't ever approach him (Nah), don't get close to him (Uh-uh)
Shootouts ain't nothin' but rock and roll to him (Damn)
Leave your blood on the dash', call it rosewood (Ugh)
'Nother murder, 'nother page out the notebook
It ain't nothing and don't make it if you no good
I tried talk to 'em, but then a nigga had to

[Chorus]
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, really I was tryna be calm
But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms
And man, I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose
He had too much talk and not enough proof
I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em, but I hit 'em up
I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em (Yo)
[Verse 2]
Take them shoes off your teeth, stop runnin' your mouth
No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth (Huh)
I'll come to your house, me and my goons
Loadin' up bangers, ridin' under the moon (Yeah)
Throwing up fingers, saying, "My side rule" (Yeah)
If a nigga disagree, that's when my side prove (Get 'em), yeah
That Maybach coupe a cockeyed fool
And I'm in it like Bennett, ho, aren't I cool?
But if the thermostat switch and that needle move (Uh-oh)
Then the attitude switch and that heat'll move
I got that Chiquita banana clip for the tool
Meet a disaster, pity the fool
Eat a catastrophe, swallow the truth
Belch reality, how does it taste?
Powder your face, you a bitch, nigga
All pussy, stop comin' out your lips, nigga
I tried talk to 'em, but then a nigga had to

[Chorus]
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, really I was tryna be calm
But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms
And man, I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose
He had too much talk and not enough proof
I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em, but I hit 'em up
I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em
[Verse 3]
Real talk, boy, chill with the talk, boy (Yeah)
That Tommy gun'll tear your neighborhood apart, boy (Blatt)
Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart, boy
You start with the wrong boy, it end with a song, boy (Oh)
With your friends to carry you along
To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone (Yeah)
Fuck the discussion, I ain't into it, boy
I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy (Bah)
Big Uzi, just shoot a boy (Brr)
I'm inside looking out, you just an intruder, boy (Get 'em)
You need sutures on your smoochers, boy, but
I tried talk to 'em, but then a nigga had to

[Chorus]
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, really I was tryna be calm
But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms
And man, I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose
He had too much talk and not enough proof
I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em, but I hit 'em up
I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m Blooded[Intro]
Pi' 'til I die
Just because!
Pi' 'til I die
Piru
B's up
Bitch, I'm me

[Hook]
Young Money is the label, let us in the door
Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor
And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows
Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes
And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!

[Verse 1]
Once again, it's on—yeah, I'm back in the booth
Stand at the top like a tack in the roof
Still on these hoes like a mack in a suit
Still on my toes, not a crack in my shoe
Rappers talking 'bout me, but I don't give a hoot
These niggas still lying, I'm the motherfucking truth
Talk tough 'til I knock off your kuf'
And I own my team, I'm like a Maloof
They hating on me, I'm just tryna be Weezy
Just like Young Jeezy in a lima-bean 'Ghini
Smoked out my mind, baby, now I'm seeing 3D
Dopeboy fresh from my fitted to my DC's
All red, so these hoes know who we be's (B's up)
We be's Bloods—we B's
Popeye flow, y'all niggas Sweet Peas
Getting high on a yacht—call it "seaweed"
[Hook]
Young Money is the label, let us in the door
Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor
And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows
Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes
And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!

[Verse 2]
I advance my flow, and they must like that
They like it so much, they say they write that
Barking at the dog, but I don't bite back
I ain't CPR, I ain't bringing they life back
Black CBR, bad bitch on the bike back
Skittles on my wrist, yeah, nigga, the bright pack
I'ma shine, I live where the light at (You dig?)
Air Force fly, call me a Nike check
Brand-new coupe same color as the sky
The dash say 2, y'all know I'm gon' try
Cop pull me over, y'all know I'm gon' lie
They go up in my trunk, y'all know I'm gon' fry
Them niggas throwing salt all over my fries
So I'ma just walk all over them guys
Niggas throwing darts, never hit the bullseye
Young Money, bitch, New Orleans, East Side
[Hook]
Young Money is the label, let us in the door
Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor
And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! (Neck music)
I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows
Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes
And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!

[Verse 3]
Been around the world, rep the same thing
Been around the world, it's the same gang
B's up, B's up, flame gang
Blaat, b-blaat, blaaa-blaaat, bang-bang
I told my homie Streets, "You can't sleep on life"
So he popped a X pill and didn't sleep all night
I ain't worrying 'bout you, I'm just trying do me
Last album did two, I'm just trying do three
I am what every pair of eyes ought to see
Bitches wish they could just call and order me
My Momma used to tell me "Get a nine-to-five"
Cash Money made her say, "Never mind, I'm fine" (B's up!)

[Hook]
Young Money is the label, let us in the door
We coming in this bitch, all red to the floor
And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! (Just because!)
I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows
Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes
And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
[Outro]
Piru, to Damu
Soo-woo12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Something Different[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Sometimes I laugh so hard that I cry
'Cause you just a joke now, that's brazy
I took a nap and you took your things
And I heard the doorknob, that's brazy
I told you don't trip, got your number blocked
And I done went ghost town, that's brazy
Where all the bitches is at that say
That they don't be doing all this and all that?

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
She tired of sleeping with bums
I can't even blame her for wantin' to eat cat
I been waking up in her ribs
Sometimes she tell me that loosen her back, damn
Please don't sing that nigga's song
If you do then we can't even kiss after that, yeah
Anytime I pull out that gat on them boys
They must think I'm finna relapse, damn, ayy
.40 cal sit on my lap, wait, don't try to give me no dap
Keep some distance between us, we COVID-19ers
We ain't with that sociable crap, wait
I seen some strippers get jacked, and ain't enough making it clap
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I know that you're with your friends going brazy, down bad
'Cause they keep asking where I'm at, damn babe
Sometimes they ask and sometimes you lie
But I bet they know now, they ain't brazy
Sometimes it's facts and sometimes it's lies
But they tell you scroll down, they shady
But I ain't gon trip 'cause your number blocked
And that shit is old now, and please say the "Baby," wait
Where all these bitches be at
Since you let them ruin all this and all that?

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Fuck it, now my new thing postin' stories about where we went
I know you be spying all in my comments
Moved out Miami and forgot bout the Lambi'
Neighbors just called me, I said "You can have it"
Cut that girl off but I don't do no braggin'
It wasn't me man, it must've been Shaggy
She left me for dead but wanna jump in my casket
She runnin' red, I'm gone in a napkin
My heart is still beatin' and a nigga still need it
I'm back in love, look like I'm fallin' so deep
And she pillow talk with herself, bitch you just dreamin'
And shawty just text me some shit, I ain't read it
And then I delete it
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I know that she at his crib going crazy, down bad
'Cause what we had didn't last, damn baby
Sometimes I laugh so hard that I cry
'Cause you just a joke now, I'm brazy
I took a nap and you took your things
And I heard the doorknob, you brazy
But I ain't gon trip, 'cause your number blocked
And that shit is old now, and please say the "Baby," yeah

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I know that you at the crib going crazy, down bad
Looking at the ceiling fans, No Ceilings, baby, 3

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
That's right, No Ceilings 3
One time for Belaire and Bumbu, let's go2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Cry Out[Intro]
Yea... Yea
Yes
Ima call this here... real rap
Cause this rap is real... ya know?
I hope you ain't too tired to cry
And I hope you know you ain't never too live to die
Listen

[Verse]
I grew up where them people called them people on us
Think we slangin, but we just got beepers on us
Grindin' all day like we got sleep insomnia
Livin' like the videos write a treatment on us
Stuck in the hood like they put cement on us
Ghetto birds still shittin on us, government still quittin' on us
Lost a few homies and the grief still sittin on us
So we got the names writtin on us
White folks still spittin' on us
And them bitch ass police canines, teeth still grittin' on us
But we smoke, ashes still gettin' on us
Older bitches still hittin' on us
I remember well, Beezy roll the L
Beezy ain't here... where's Beezy at?... Beezy got killed
And that was my nigga, I go way back wit my nigga
But I know thats how it happened my nigga
Shit is much deeper than this rappin my nigga
But now they all rappin, my niggas, so now I must make it happen
So I'mma play the captain, sail boat flappin my nigga
No fingas I'm snappin', happy for my nigga Lil' Tiggas
Cause even though we couldn't, The Lord saved him
Last time we seen him was when Katrina hated
Found his body like a month later, Rest in Peace boy
He was a East boy, and so was Wesy West
He was a good nigga, so I know he blessed
And his daughter is a princess
This shit is harder than a bench press
But I'mma keep goin, and I swear I got a lump in my throat
But I'mma keep on pumpin the flow
So if I cry dont stop the beat
I feel like my heart just stopped the beat
My nigga Lil' Derrick is quick to cop a key
Either that or load the gat and go pop a G
And because of that he's just a name in a rhyme of mine
I pray his family and his mama fine
So much shit just sit on this mind of mine
I think about it all the time
I drink about it all the time
I smoke back to back
Cause if my thoughts got to me I'd be in this rap
Or I'd be in the can, thank God I had dreams of being the man
Yea
And fuck a man with a badge
Cause he ain't shit to a man on the edge
The five o killed naughty good boy dead
Man you woulda thought they killed corn bread
Shot 'em up face down on the lawn
Not to mention with his handcuffs on
Not to mention they had plain clothes on
And the complaint goes on
But don't nobody do nothin' bout it
The jailhouse and the morgue is too fuckin' crowded
And haters at an all time high
Everybody gotta hate, it's like a fuckin iPod
Shit and they tried to burn my phantom up
But I got my gun license, I got my hammers up
I'm ready to shoot like a camera
Stay still mothafucka I'mma have to write my will this summer
Cause if they don't kill me, I'mma kill this summer
Yea
And you can put that on my late father
Or my late grandmother, Ms. Mercedes Carter
Or my grandfather Larry Bosock
The old man hustle 'till his heart stopped
And all I know 'bout my real pops is that he had money
No bank account, that brown paper bag money
Yea he might hit me off wit a little brag money
But the nigga still wouldn't be a dad for me
But look how I turned out I hope he glad for me
But thats why when I see him I acts mad funny -
Cause he's a joke to me
Don't message, don't call, don't talk to me
It's just me and my mama how it's suppose to be
And I make sure she paid like she wrote for me
And I know she gets all hope for me
And I don't ever want to see her mope for me
Hopefully, but truthfully there is a day that's due for me
But we gone pray it's as far as the future sees
You are listenin' to the future Wee-zy F. Baby
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Clap For Em[Verse 1]
Shake that ass like a salt shaker
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker
Girl, take that cash from them ball players
Yeah, let me see you make that pussy open-close
For some Gucci open-toes and some OVOs
I hit it like a bullet hole, leave that pussy swole
You lookin' like a pot of gold on that silver pole
Clap, encore, pussy lips drum roll
Make the pearl tongue go rrrrrrrrrr
Round of applause, make a round of applause
Bounce for your boy, up and down, bungee cord
One cheek at a time, girl, you asinine
Left, right, right, left, girl, I can't decide
Uh, bae just got off work, lemme pop a Perc'
Garbage bag full of ones, don't know what she worth
I'ma fuck her 'til she squirt, then she go to church
Clap it like a choir

[Chorus]
Oh, yes, hoes
Make that ass clap like a round of applause
Make that ass clap like a round of applause
Make that ass clap like a round of applause
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Take, take that cash, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
[Bridge]
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker
She just got a fake ass, it be soft later
Don't take that trash from them heart-breakers
Take, take that cash (Jahlil beats, holla at me!)

[Chorus]
Hold up, shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Okay (Make that ass...)

[Verse 2]
Wobble-di-wobble, lil' mama ass is colossal
Give me head like a bobblehead, bobble-di-bobble
And she gobble and gargle and swallow until I'm hollow
She gon' do it for the culture, then go viral and viral (Woo)
Viral and viral, ooh, viral and viral
Pull that grande out my pants and grind it like Ariana
Grind it like Ariana, grind it like marijuana
I make her holla like a virgin Madonna, go soprano
Call me Kurt Cocaine, wilin' like I'm Nirvana
I eat it like a piranha, she got a tongue like iguana
She wear her hair like E. Honda, a birthday suit for pajamas
I'm only here 'til mañana, she say no habla España
I say for sh-sure, make that shit go pa-pa-pa-pa like my pistol
Bitch, go sicko on my pickle, my lollipop, my popsicle
This YM, ho, and it been, ho, I been poppin' since my demo
Shout out Pluto
This that N.O., make that ass clap like some cymbals, ow
Rrrrrrrrr
[Chorus]
Oh, yes, hoes
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
She just got a fake ass, it be soft later (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
She just got a fake ass, it be soft later (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Bring It Back[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen, people with jobs, people without jobs
Middle class, upper class, high class, all that
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly people, and twerkers
I presents to you
Fre— Fre— Fre— Fre— Fresh (DJ Mannie)
Fre— Fre— Fresh (Mannie)
Fre— Fre— Fresh (DJ Mannie)
Fre— Fre— (Young ladies)

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne]
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump
Put your back in, back out and do the hump
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump
Put your back in, back out and do the hump (Well)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh]
I'm fly as a son of gun, son of a stunna, yeah
High as a 757 going to Heaven, who?
Weezy F., ya reverend, preach about me
I'm the god, 1-7, Apple and E
I'm the Cash Money Makaveli, y'all ain't ready
Quick, fast like Tom Petty, y'all just petty
'82, I was born ready, I'm too ready
Y'all Betty Crocker baller blockers, I'm too heavy
Meatball, Lamborghini, top spaghetti
Seats Ragu, twenty the shoe
Boo, me and you got plenty to do
I don't need no pool, I'm swimming in you
And I sleep with the sharks, shawty, on that water-water
In the Bimmer 840, mama, shake something for me
And it don't make sense if it don't make that money
I'ma take that money, I'm straight Cash Money (Young ladies)
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump
Put your back in, back out and do the hump
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump
Put your back in, back out and do the hump

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh]
I take off my brim
Moment of silence for the homeboy Soulja Slim, yeah
Fronting 'round here'll get your back chopped off
We do our own thing, we don't act like y'all
I say, black white walls with the back swiped off, ayy
Y'all lil' bustas just a tax write-off
I'm a stand up guy, not the type that fall
We don't breed them kind, but they bleed just fine, yeah
Weezy the Don, homie, read between the lines
If ya can't, boy, read my nine
I'm going hard in the paint like Diesel time
Either I'm the illest cat doing it or these cats is losing it
I'd be easy, fall back and be cool with it
Pallbearer is moving his dead flow, I'm through with it
I'm the shh— nah, nah, I'm sewer-rich
Weezy F. Baby, I do's this (Young ladies)
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump
Put your back in, back out and do the hump
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump
Put your back in, back out and do the hump

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh]
A old school gangsta mack like the '80s
I look like Cita and act like Baby, yeah
You play with me, I react like the navy
Or better yet the army, you gon' need them for me, yeah
And your head is a bleeping target
You don't want me to see you with my peeping Tommys
Wizzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans
Sleeping with women that sleep with the Hornets, yeah
A country boy in something foreign
'Bout a hundred thousand more than what you're in
You're not 'bout it, you freeze up like popsicles
Pop up on bicycles, pop y'all like spot pimples, yeah
Wizzle Fizzle, original Hot Bizzle
Still Lil Wayne, but the dividend's not little, yeah
Don't be surprised how the crown fit him
Uh, get down, uh, get down for the young footprints (Young ladies)
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump
Put your back in, back out and do the hump
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump
Put your back in, back out and do the hump

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
The best rapper alive since the best rapper retired
The best rapper alive since the best rapper retired5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Receipt[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away
(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt)
(Yeah, to redeem your love, that's exactly what I need)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon

[Verse 1]
Young bull
I know you love me like you never loved
You know you couldn't 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 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 wasn't
Doin' shit for him
She say she did too much, I say she did nothing
She need to quit frontin'
I haven't hid nothin' and you love everything
Can't hide your feelings, won't let my pride conceal it
You got Wayne, I charge it to the game
And baby, you can keep the change, but
[Chorus]
(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt)
It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away
(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt)
It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away

[Verse 2]
Destiny Child CD, song number three
She cater to me 'til we fall asleep
Then we wake up and we pick up where we started
Then she make a nigga breakfast, Sprite, orange juice, and water
And she on stage waitin' for me after my show
So no time for groupies, straight to the top floor, yeah
Fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel
Then after an hour, she gon' need another shower
When I'm at home in my coupe or in the office
Or the streets of the Boot, I'm thinking 'bout you
And most of the girls that come by are cute
And they try to holler, but they all on mute
And my old girls turn they face up at me, yeah
They throw they purses and they makeup at me
'Cause you got Wayne, I charge it to the game
And baby, you can keep the change, but
[Chorus]
(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt)
It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away
(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt)
It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away

[Verse 3]
Come home, smell the food on the stove
She done cleaned the whole house, washed the dishes and the clothes
And when we out, we do it just how we supposed
Look good for the public, leave the drama in the Rolls
Royce, choice of car that we move in
She get high sometimes 'cause I'm always doin' it, yeah
You hear them hallways, we always doin' it
Work her, every time feel like the first one
Perfect when a nigga stressin' at work
She take away all of the pain, make it lesser than dirt
That's why you got Wayne, I charge it to the game
And baby, you can keep the change, but

[Outro]
(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt)
(Yeah, to redeem your love, that's exactly what I need)
I got you
(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt), yeah
It's kinda hard saying this shit to your face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take her away11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Wild Dogs[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm...
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'ma ball and...
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf
Got Siri fuckin' Alexa
Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma bust down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em
Don't fuck with the rest of 'em
Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma bust down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dawgs, we come to your area
We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (Ruff)
[Verse 1]
Fresh out the pad, boy, bitch, I'm a hot boy
Red ass dot, boy, duh-duh-duh-dot boy
Shoot every spot, boy, back, chest, top, boy
Shoot out like cowboys, Dak Prescott, boy
Percs get popped, boy, yes I'm a hostage
Xanny get popped too, that's for my conscience
Addy get popped too, now I'm a zombie
Muscle relaxant, that's for my posture
I'ma do acid, now I'm obnoxious
Sip cotton candy, pop Oxycontin
Hold you for ransom, now you the hostage
Call up your family, give 'em the options
Tell 'em to cash it, put 'em in boxes
Do not deal with 12 'cause you dealin' with monsters
If everything fail, then we killin' your mama
We all go to Hell but right now we on fire
I'm talkin' that shit, yeah
And I'm walkin' that shit like a dog in this bitch
That's your dawg, he a bitch, yeah
He was barkin' and shit, now he eatin' his words
Tell him gargle and spit, don't be startin' no shit
When you start up in this, put your heart in my fist
Squeeze your heat 'til it squish, then I wash and not rinse
Give your daughter a kiss, then we slaughter that bitch
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'ma ball and...
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I, I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf
Got Siri fuckin' Alexa
Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla
I, I'ma bust down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em
Me and my dawgs don't...
Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma bust down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dawgs, we come to your area
We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (Ruff)
[Verse 2]
Woah
All my dawgs gon' slide, yeah
Bust up in your home, yeah
Home sweet homicide, yeah
All my dawgs is wild niggas, saw your dawg goodbye, yeah
Pet Sematary, I got all your dawgs inside, yeah
Yeah, y'all done lost your mind, yeah
And all my stars aligned, yeah
So all my dawgs gon' shine, yeah
All my dawgs is slimes, yeah
It's war like Vietnam, yeah
Throw that dog a bone, wait...
That might be a bomb, damn

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'ma ball and...
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I, I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf
Got Siri fuckin' Alexa
Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla
I, I'ma bust down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em
Me and my dawgs don't...
Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma bust down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dawgs, we come to your area
We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (Ruff)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Shooter[Intro: Lil Wayne & Robin Thicke]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
Weezy Baby, y'all (Yeah)
Don't get shot
Rapid fire, what you know 'bout it?
I brought my homie along for the ride
He strapped, he came ready to come out the barrel
Rob

[Verse 1: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne]
I heard some shouts, like, "Down on the floor" (Baow)
Then even louder, "We got shooters" (Yeah), shooters (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
I turned around, I was starin' at chrome (Hello)
Shotgun watches door, got security good (Check)
Jumped right over counter, pointed gun at, wink
He tell her, "I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter" (Let's go)

[Chorus: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne]
My hands up (Yeah), my hands up (Yeah)
They want me with my hands up (I think they), no (Think they want me)
Shooter (Surrender to 'em, but no, no, no, I can't do it)
My hands up, my hands up (Yeah)
They want me with my hands up (Come on, they want me to), no (Surrender)
Shooter (But no, I can't do it, get 'em, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
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 tryna be the great, tryna get a piece of cake
Take it off of your plate, eat it right in your face (Hah)
They got a whole lot to say, but I don't listen
Call me Automatic Weezy, bitch, I keep spittin', pow
[Bridge: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne]
With all these bitches and all these bitches (Yeah)
But ain't no loaners around (What you say?)
They thinkin' 'bout shooters, they, shooters, they (Okay)
Guns, girls (Okay), ladies, get the guns (Okay), get the
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shooters (Okay, come on)

[Chorus: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne]
My hands up
They want me with my hands up, no (I think they want me to surrender)
Shooter (Clap, y'all, no, no, but I'm not)
I just cry, "Mama, I tink dat," hey
"Me tink they want me to surrender"
Shooter (No, no, bang)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
And to the radio stations, I'm tired of bein' patient
Stop being rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers, it's outrageous
You don't know how sick you make us
I wanna throw it up like chips in Vegas
But this is Southern, face it
If we too simple, then y'all don't get the basics

[Bridge: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne]
Lady walks into a shotgun surprise (Yeah)
Dropped to her knees, saw her life 'fore her eyes (Okay)
He said, "Bitch is gonna get it, everybody gon' regret it" (Okay, why?)
"I'm your shooter" (Brrt)
[Chorus: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne]
My hands up (Yeah), my hands up (Yeah)
They want me with my hands up, no (Yeah, hah)
Shooter (I tried tell you what I am, baby)
My hands up (Yeah), my hands up (Yeah)
They want me with my hands up, no (Sorry, but me can't surrender, me won't surrender)
Shooter (Me no pretender, no)

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Socks soakin' wet, I been running, y'all, I reload
Every hundred yards, I'm comin' forward
You better know me
Lil Wayne, just call me Lord, hard
Take pain like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far
I'm some shit you never saw
I take you to the shootout, baby, win, lose, or draw, yeah
And then they ask who, when, where, how, and
My reply was simply, "Pow," c'mon

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Mama, I tink dat, hey
Me tink dey want me to surrender
No, no, I'm sayin'
Mama, I tink dat, hey
Me tink dey want me to surrender, no
No, no, me won't surrender, no
No, I promise no surrender
I got my burner
And I'm the shooter7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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V8[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
Ayo, check this out, it's DJ Khaled
And this is No Ceilings 3
They try to put a ceilin' on our greatness
So we took the fucking ceilin' off
We took the fucking ceilin' off
It's Little Wayne, and this is... Another one

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
First she straight, now the bitch bi-curious
Booty out the A, but face from Honduras
Pull up to them gates, say I'm livin' luxurious
I fuck her, then I tell her get lost like a tourist
I went to the Middle East, came back with a Lamb'
Back with some money, came back with some grams
Fly your bitch to the beach, she come back with a tan
Comе back with no money, come back with some sand
Dog, I bе at home all day poppin' illys
See how long it take to count a million
Bitch, if you make me lose count, I'ma kill ya
Hoppin' out a G-Wagon, gotta be a six wheeler
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Young Tune nigga put a deal in yo' base
She gon' swallow that shit like a protein shake
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8, uh
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Young Tune, nigga, I'll wipe yo' bitch
Best rapper alive, I write yo' shit
All that cappin', I'll wipe yo' lips
Lil' pussy-ass nigga shoot you right in yo' clit, yeah
I'ma turn up a little more this time
People used to say "That boy, he before his time"
I already know what you did last summer
I was standin' out the sun and lettin' my woah and them shine
Paul Smith robe on the floor but it's fine
Two tone AP on, I'm bust
Rose gold Hublot lookin' like rust
All black Hublot lookin' like us
Clear white diamonds, lookin' like pus
Watch face look like a motherfucking pizza
And I got all diamonds all in the crust
Thinkin' I might, no nigga, I must
Keep a Hot Boy with me, I got love for BG
The feds tryna lock me up like the BG
I told my old lady if they do, she could leave
She said "Bae, shut the fuck up, you sound brazy
That shit gon' work out like it's personal training"
I say "Amen", oh, and she say "Fuck yeah"
Weighing my options, I broke out the scale
Weighing my options, I feel like a whale
My pockets on blubber, the socket unplugger
Bah-bah-bah-bah, he not gon' recover
Dead bodies on top of each other
Look like they six-nining each other
At first, I was playin', now this shit got serious
Shots hit that man in the middle of his ears
Five hundred grand, to make an appearance
I need that a week in advance for clearance
I just got mad at one of my shooters
'Cause I told his ass that we don't shoot no children
That shit is bad and it fuck up my spirit
That nigga laugh, I say, "Bruh you a terrorist"
Extended barrel, the one with the holes
Don't fuck with me, I am not one of your bros
Quadruple my money, don't count what I grow
It's gotta be the trucker but I hop in a Rolls
Young Money, nigga, that's my DNA
I look like a lion and act like an ape
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get ate
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we ate
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Young tune niggas put a deal on yo' base
She gon' swallow that shit like a protein shake
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8, No Ceilings

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
Young Money, OVO
Light yo' spliff up
Fucking big head spliff
Huh, Lil Wayne and Drake
Pon yo' head, let's go2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Don’t Stop, Won’t Stop[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Six-Figure...
Good morning, New York
Good afternoon, New Orleans
Goodnight, America
This is Young Money... Nicki Minaj

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne, & Both]
They don't make us to break us, no, I'm with the bakers (Haha)
I'm gettin bread with dread up in Jamaica (Yeah)
It's them young stunnas, Nick and Lil Weezy (Weez)
Nic, I'm the chick that go getta like Jeezy (Go-getter)
Fall back, 'cause I do this here (Yeah)
Step your bars up, or you're through this year (Ha)
Yup, it's only right that the whole block stare (Woo)
Hopped out the air in the blue-and-white layer (Yeah)
I'm here, I'm with Long-Hair-Don't-Care (Mm)
Steady staring at my ear, 'cause my ear on glare
Now, it's not hard to find me (Yeah), top behind me (Yeah)
You be Harry Potter, and I'll be Hermione
I be early (Haha), I'm the girl they... (Ugh)
Call "the One" like on my first birthday
I'm in that Range Rov' (Yeah), rocking that Kangol (What it do)
That pussy real good, it tastes like mango (Hahaha)

[Hook: Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne, Both, & Nicki Minaj & Birdman sample]
Can't stop, won't stop repping Young Money, and we
We get down, and we, we get down, and we... (Yeah)
Boys, they, boys, they love me
Chromed-out eleven-hundred (Yeah! Hahaha)
Can't stop, won't stop repping Young Money, and we (Ya dig?)
We get down, and we, we get down, and we... (Uh-huh)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(Go!) So I guess it's my turn (Yeah)
And I'ma go at niggas' heads like sideburns (Get 'em)
Big Phantom on the road, make a wide turn (Errr!)
Big light-green buds, is what I burn (/fff/)
Nicki, since I've been rapping, this what I've learned (Yes)
All these other niggas pussy like dry sperm (Fuck 'em)
And I knock this shit out like Tom Hearns (Boom)
If it ain't about money, me no concerned (Uh-uh)
A paper chaser 'til my thigh burn (Come on)
And never give a bitch what I've earned (Ehn-ehn!)
Haha, fuck I look like? (Ha)
I'm lookin for a bitch that can fuck right, cook right (Go)
And if not, then, left foot, right
Foot, get to steppin, yeah, bitch, walk light (Ha)
And my hoes talk like
"Hsshswash," and I just say "Right," hahahaha
We don't fuss fight
She is just... just... just right

[Hook: Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne, Both, & Nicki Minaj & Birdman sample]
Can't stop, won't stop repping Young Money, and we (Ya dig!)
We get down, and we, we get down, and we...
Boys, they, boys, they love me
Chromed-out eleven-hundred (Go)
Can't stop, won't stop repping Young Money, and we
We get down, and we, we get down, and we...
I'm on tour 'til my money's like the bus' height
Ice looking bright, see me coming like bus lights, Weez!
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Ahahaha
Nicki Minaj
Young Money
Fuck with me, Fendi!
Yeah
We gon' get some money
Don't matter what they do
We gon' get some money2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Weezy Baby[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
My girl get in at 1:15 a.m. (Yeah)
The guitar's cryin' right now
Just a couple things that's goin' on in my life, you know?
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Brim leanin' (Yeah), cup tilted (Yeah)
Blunt flickin' (Yeah), get money, fuck bitches (Hah)
Young Weezy (Woah), young pimpin' (Ow), she love it (Yeah)
I keep goin', she keep cummin', what you know 'bout it? (Nothin')
So 'bout it (Yeah), like Master P (Who?)
But no coward (Uh-uh)
No, I am no Howard the Duck, duck (Baow)
Lead showers (Yeah), black flowers (Yeah)
Black dresses (Yeah), two hours (Yeah)
Closed casket, uh (Aw)
My dough tactics is so crafty (Yes)
No laughter (Uh)
I do that after I get the dough, bastards (Stupid)
I get the dough faster (Yes), what if I flowed faster? (Damn)
Like, oh, Nancy, the four's plastic, automatic, I'm (Ow)
More drastic, you're no-names compared to me (Yeah)
Who are you? Where are ya?
I can't see you, you're air to me (Nothin')
You're not there to me (Nothin')
I ain't fuckin' with you bitch niggas (Hah)
I'm fucking your sis, nigga, it's Weezy (Yeah)
[Chorus: Nikki & Lil Wayne]
If you gon' call him Weezy (Yeah, yeah, y-yeah, that's, that's me)
Then you must say the Baby (Bitch, please say the baby)
If you don't say the Baby (And if you don't say the baby)
Then just don't say it at all (Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, bitch, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I'm slick as an old mack, I'm (Yeah)
Sick as a Prozac (Yeah), and Tha Carter I was the (Hah)
Dick for you hoes' trap, and (Ah) this is Tha Carter II and (Yeah)
This is the bozack, ah (Ow), diggin' you hoes back (Bitch)
Quick if I blow back, I (Yeah), got it, gone, Rabbit (Oh)
Fast, my daddy Rabbit's at home, what up, pa? (What up?)
What up, Pac? (What up?), what up, Pun? (What up?)
What up, Big? (What up?), what up, Soulja? (What up?)
As the streets get colder, I get chillier (Yeah)
What up, Left Eye? (What up?), what up, Aaliyah? (What up?)
Yeah, TEC-9 close by, touch 'em up (Yeah)
I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up (Mwah)
Sweet succotash (Yeah), gee, golly, what the fuck? (Ow)
Where the hell all these new pussy rappers come from? (Huh?)
I chew 'em up like bubble gum, yum, yum
Young Weezy so troublesome, what-what? (Ow)

[Chorus: Nikki & Lil Wayne]
If you gon' call him Weezy (That's, baby, that's me)
Then you must say the Baby (I said do me a favor, please say the Baby)
If you don't say the Baby (But if you don't say the baby)
Then just don't say it at all (Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, bitch)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I ain't talkin' fast, you just listenin' too slow (Yeah)
I'm gettin' them Benjamins, can serve like the Wimbledon (Yeah)
If I'm in any predicament, nervous? Never that
Got a gat to knock whoever back, back, very flat
Chest caved in, mess on the pavement
Splat, cherry wax, rrah, bury that (Hah)
Rats, scary cat (Hah), rrat, carry that (Hah)
Hollygrove triggerman, guns in a knapsack, yeah
Area code five-zero-four (Yeah)
I am Nino fuckin' Brown and this is Tha Carter, ho (Woah)
This is a quarter, stick this in ya garter, ho
Leave out the back and go straight to the corner store (Hah)
Return with the cake, come with all my dough (Yeah)
If not, they find you in a lake in the morning, ho (Oh)
Weezy Baby, please say the Baby (Hey, hey)
If not, don't you motherfuckin' say it at all, oh (Bitch)

[Chorus: Nikki & Lil Wayne]
If you gon' call him Weezy (Baby, that's me)
Then you must say the Baby (Say the Baby)
If you don't say the Baby (If you don't say the baby)
Then just don't say it at all (Shut the, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, bitch)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
It's real pimpin', uh
It's real pimpin' goin' on like bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You could be my bitch
Uh, uh-uh-uh
It's real pimpin', real nigga, ow12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Abracadabra[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Mula! Yeah, look
I'ma tell you all this last time, don't get involved
Bullets start ripping through the walls
Hit ya baby mama and the house door
We making house calls, I'm an outlaw, in the south ward
Knock your ass out if you talk stupid
Got a big dick so I walk stupid
She got that hit-it-quick-in-the-car booty
Hold on, bad hoes need to get a raise, lame niggas tryna get away
But all ya diamonds need to get appraised, you in the way
Too many nights I was out lurking, mind in a daze, nowadays
I'm on Ocean Drive with a bad bitch lyin' in the shades
Sipping Minute Maid, gotta penetrate, let me demonstrate
Got the Jones soda with the drink in it
Got a backwood with the dank in it
Party ain't popping if we ain't in it
Go Blake Griffin, might flex on 'em
That's too much sauce, I bet them hoes know who I are
They treat a nigga like a superstar and that's what I am
I got your bitch but that's my bitch
So that's our bitch and that's all cool
When you trip out, wan' dip out, she just call me and I fall through
And that's bad news, hold these nuts, cashews
Vroom, I flew past you, new whips here, what the bags do
Past cool, young Jones
[Verse 2: Euro]
My enemies should get a good breakfast and a cup of coffee
I know refugees that don't rush things, they kill 'em softly
My closet still got Nike boxes and a couple corpses
Look, even though I'll never sell my soul, I got a couple offers
Don't think about it, I smoke about it, I drink about it
They wrap the body, then rap about it
Sink the body, then sing about it, zip the body, then sip about it
Fuck the world, I'ma still get some cool things up out it
If a CEO wanna dance all in my videos, I need a big deposit
Swerve, swerve, I'm back on 'em
My bad, I'm turning my back on 'em
I fuck, then see if Tune, Jay Jones, Hoody, or Mack want 'em
Real shit, I've seen good girls go to airports with that pack on 'em
Trill shit, I've seen bad bitches with good genes but I slack on 'em
I ain't focused there, Gotham City, got Batmans and Jokers there
I'm in the club but I'm in the cut
They got cameras here like Oprah's here
Since a kid, I heard gunshots, mothers cry, all the shit soldiers hear
So I had to "abracadabra," "voila," just to make hope appear
Young!

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Abracadabra, abracadabra!
We rata-ta-ta-ta, then disappeared, right after it happened
Copperfield, I just popped a seal
You don't believe in magic, but you know that I'm for real
Voila! Voila! Ta-da! Ta-da! Voila! Voila! Mula! Voila!
Told momma, nana, I'm doing my count
Don't ruin my count, bust two and I'm out
Voila! Voila! Ta-da! Ta-da! Voila! Voila! Mula! Voila!
Mama, nana, I'm doing my count
Don't ruin my count, bust two, and I'm out, voila!
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Magic dust, yeah that's a rush
Got her cracking up, crying all at once, man, that was fun
I'm spazzing up, I'm gassing up that Cali stuff, that massacre
I'm magical with chemicals and smashing stuff, Metallica
Satanical like Skeletor, you greener than a salad bar
I leave from here to Africa to read some Maya Angelou
Impractical, you acting all DiCaprio; we trap and go for casserole
We back and forth in traffic with that Macklemore
That magic snow, it's always cold and my freak on that molly water
I met this bitch on Collins but she out the hood, her mama cook
I'm on the way, I'm on a stage, the Magic show, I feel like Dave
I walk on water, float in air, I'm over there, I'm in your face
I pop up out of nowhere, bop-bop at your doorbell
Disappear in thin air, all we leave is smoke there
Smoking roadkill, she on coke here
Stash is sticking to her nosehair
I'm a magician in the motel, moving tricks for wholesale
Hold on, abracadabra, the data don't matter
We rata-ta-ta-ta over the chatter, we got mo ammo than grammar
Hammers and hammers, pull up in Lambos
Shoot up the cameras, die in pajamas
Find you with Sam and your wife and your mamas
All in your family, I'm balling like Magic, voila!

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Abracadabra, abracadabra!
We rata-ta-ta-ta, then disappeared, right after it happened
Copperfield, I just popped a seal
You don't believe in magic, but you know that I'm for real
Voila! Voila! Ta-da! Ta-da! Voila! Voila! Mula! Voila!
Momma, nana, I'm doing my count
Don't ruin my count, bust two and I'm out
Voila! Abracadabra, abracadabra!
We rata-ta-ta-ta, then disappeared, right after it happened
Copperfield, I just popped a seal
You don't believe in magic, but you know I'm too real
Voila! Voila! OVO shorts, high socks
Music is art, Basquiat, niggas is squares, hopscotch
Time out, na-na, I got sauce, you dried out
I'm big boss, you big mouth, magic show, don't miss out, voila!
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
What haven't I done yet?
I haven't Bungee jumped, err, haven't been to Mount Everest, err, take that back, I've probably have been to Mount Everest. Probably flown over it, probably rolled past it and it just was twisted, you nah mean?  That's real shit, real shit, real shit. Holla at my friends, they will let you know slime has sat down and probably ate with the president, and whatever president it was at the time, totally don't remember, you nah mean? But I do remember, Obama saying my name in a speech, shoutout Obama. But still, what haven't I done yet....release Carter 53EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Feds Watching[Intro: Pharrell & 2 Chainz]
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Ayy, like that?
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Yeah! We gon'—
Talking right now
Keep watching!
Talking right now
Ain't no such thing as tomorrow
The way we living today
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Dreads hang on designer everything
Mr. Comme des Garçons, Mr. Alexander Wang
Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow insane, ho insane
Man, these shoes I got on, these the hardest I done seen
It look clean when you pour it, I remix it make it dirty
If she got good head and text me, I text back and tell her "hurry"
This that category 5 when I walk up in the strip club
Throw it high, make you and George Washington head butt
OG's never fed us, now young niggas fed up
Ballin' so hard I deserve a and one
Baking soda marketing, I'm getting it ain't I? Obviously
You a bitch, you a ho, that's just my philosophy
And I'm known to kick it like the captain of a soccer team
Billie Jean red leather same color Red Lobster
And she brainwash ya, head doctor
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Pharrell]
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop topping, head bopping
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop topping, head bopping

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Bullet ain't got no name, her pussy ain't got no smell
Got this bitch on lock, these niggas ain't got no bail
These snitches ain't got no pride, these hoes ain't got no manners
These tricks ain't got no magic, ain't that a bitch?.
But me, I make shit taste like sugar cane
'Bout to go to bed with what's her name?
Yeah, pussy never felt so good
And you know we don't smoke that bullshit
Give that shit back to that bull, uh
I'm so sick of balling, I'm so sick of balling
Ride me like a horse, Bitches call me Charlie.
Swear to god, I never met a nigga with enough money
I'm riding around in that new thing with no roof like a hush puppy.
Shhh, I look down at the stars
I could pull a few strings, make it sound like guitars
Told that bitch she my boo, now the round of applause
Shit, I'ma be dressed to kill, now the dead watching
Tunechi!
[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Pharrell]
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop topping, head bopping
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop topping, head bopping

[Verse 3: T.I]
I Strivers Row my Denim, bankrolls all in 'em
I'm maximum, you minimal
Make dough, you better get you some
Them corners, we be bent in 'em
Better ask 'bout us, we been a fool
Shot of weed with the one with the pounds of the weed
And the quarter keys of middle school
Beeper, sneakers, tennis shoe, that’s all we was hustling for
When I pull this strap, you don't do what I say
Nigga that's what I would bust it for
I don't take your shit, ain't nothing, bruh
What's all the discussion for?
I'm the motherfucking king and I'm doing my thing
Ain't my fault you can't fuck with us
You know a counterfeit case make years in prison
Got back out, got back to getting busy
Keep playing 'round with it, on the real you can get it
Let a goon get a quarter mil', that'll kill it
Couple racks on that Versace suit
Just in case they watching fool
Sophisticated, my surveillance pics just like a photoshoot
Givenchy, Balenciaga, YSL and Prada
Tom Ford, LonBon, you name it, I got it
So I be fresh as fuck, going hard when the feds watching
Literally 'cause I'm menaging when the feds watching, ha!
[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Pharrell]
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop topping, head bopping
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
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Tyler Herro[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
You're not gonna believe this
They still tryna put a ceiling on our greatness
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
What you think they can stop this?
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
They don't want us to give you No Ceilings 3
So we give you No Ceilings 3, B-Side
You can't put a ceiling on our greatness
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
Another one, 'pon your head

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Five white girls but they not Spice Girls
Just some hot girls who like to snort white girl
I'm in a all black coupe likе Dark Knight, girl
These herе Jimmy Choos, not Off-Whites, girl
Five AKs and they pop, NSYNC
Got five lil' baes and they pop and drink
If it's not bright pink then it's not my drink
These bright white links make your eyesight weak
Runnin' through a bag like YouTube money
New Orleans nigga, got beaucoup money
I voodoo somethin', I wish you would do somethin'
Milkin' this shit like the Yoo-Hoo bunny
Got the private plane lit and the Bluetooth runnin'
Tunechi gon' spit like a new tooth comin'
Everybody 5 like the FUBU company
Whole bunch of zeros like a new bag of Funyuns
Tunechi got shottas like Buju Banton
Bullets that'll shoot through mountains
Talkin' that shit and I Doo Doo Brown 'em
I punish these boys, I ground 'em
Yeah, and these funny ass boys, I clowned 'em
I'm laughin' so hard, laugh louder
Yeah, Young Money so raw, no condom
No teeth, just jaws, just tonsils
Fuck everything that they say about me
I done fucked every bad bitch that stay on South Beach
Money talk, mine just gave a nice speech
Just laid a bitch down like Laila Ali
Sittin' in the throne, tryna stay in my seat
It cost to be the boss, bitch payin' my fee
Only smoke blunts, give the J to wifey
Every now and then, I might hit the J like Kyrie
The ones that hate me the most look just like me
You tatted up and say that they GOATs, just like me
If I inspired you, that's so inspirin'
That Nina work for me, that ho can get fired
Golf Wang Converse, I'm Lil Tyler
Might skate in 'em, might not even rock 'em
Bad bitch, nice top, nice bottom
Fuck her with my chains on, she melt the ice out 'em
Superstar shit, smellin' like roses
Superstar dick, spread it like COVID
Flag red as fuck but I'm golden
Casket lit, was up and I closed it
Opp dead, this Hell and I'm Satan
Thousand bullet shells, yeah I'm blatant
No Ceilings, she's stargazin'
Dead presidents, reincarnated
Tyler Herro, workin' on my jumper
I need a shero, fuckin' Wonder Woman
No Ceilings, third times a charm
Nigga, I don't fuck with you like Big Sean
[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Fuck what's on your tomb, it's carved in stone
Just like statues of me when I'm gone
Artists, yeah, artillery get drawn
Boy I goes in like outside was a storm
Upgraded, this ain't even my final form
Can't say you ain't been warned, you ain't on what I've been on
I live and breathe and die by this lifestyle shit
It just don't sit on my charm
Take my kindness for weakness then you not strong
Whole city remind me when I'm gone
When I was down bad, I didn't complain
I was at the bottom right where I belong
If you don't climb to the top, you're not as strong
Weezy, that's my twin but we both one of one
I can teach you how to get it one on one
When you ball like this, ho it's not a game
But I'm goin' insane all '21
Bitch think we dated off a one-and-done
And the human race, if it's not a race
It's a quest, a journey, but I'm fuckin' facin'
All the problems that I keep on runnin' from
Got a hitlist, checklist, to-do list, guest list
Super bad bitch list, I don't need a wish list
I'm already gifted, I'm done giving forgiveness
The ones that hate me the most ain't nothin' like me
I could never hate nobody I ain't met or seen
Bluegrass girl, ever since I cut her down
She been havin' wetter dreams, drop the mic, let her sing
I've been ready for the war and whatever that'll bring
From where niggas don't engage and they still let it ring (Brr)
Got back up with me and we movin' in sync
Got killer instincts but I spit that vaccine
I'm only hittin' raw if I hit a couple times
Already with the rubber and the shit didn't stink
Had a chain, gave my brothers, we forever in a link
Gonna roll on the world, let's travel
Well you gotta pay a toll, hmm-hmm, yeah, whatever that means
Weezy said, "Kill 'em man, fuck all that booty shit"
I’m on that brutal shit
When I say next year is our year, ho, watch what we do to it
Ten plus in and I can't let go
Just like my girl doin' stupid shit
This a lot of y'all that owe me a check, respect and publishing
Yeah, a whole slew and shit
I'm in euphoria with a young thing and she poppin' like Rue and shit
Me and Weezy beat the beat like we Ken and Ryu and shit
I used to hesitate, took my heart
Told my head, "Lil bitch quit playin' and do this shit"
When you on like this
Every bad bitch come around with ass and titties
Need that double R when you go rags to riches
Need some R&R but now we back to bid'ness, lil' bitch
Yeah, lil' fuckin' bitch
[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
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Earthquake/Shine[Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, speak to 'em Jazze)
I (Yeah, fly guy)
I'm way more fly than you (That's right)
I'll take your dime from you (That's right)
Now she wanna spend (What?)
All night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to
(Throw it back ma
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(Yea so how 'bout you huh?
Yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'll take your bitch, give her back, take your bitch again
That's because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she wanna get inside of me 66
She see my wrist is blue and yellow like Michigan
She say she love her man, she misses him
But nobody do it better than her distance dick, me
I'm her long distance pimp
When I land my bitches want for me on the strip, yup
And I don't lie I confess
I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress
Gotta dress to impress though
Gotta stay clean, plus mami in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death
It's the Birdman Jr., sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, when it Waynes it whores
(Chorus)
[Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne]
I (Yeah, yeah)
I'm way more fly than you (That's right)
I'll take your dime from you (That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to
(Throw it back ma
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ay, now why you wanna go and do that?
I can see through that
Tattoo right there like I can't view that
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they don't even come on
You're far from home so leave it alone
You creeping with the king of the throne
You sleeping in a tee and a thong
With your hair in a pony
I ain't got no blinds we can stare at the morning, yeah
But I can't be there all morning
I'm a pimp baby, yeah I'm going, going, going, gone
[Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne]
I (Yeah)
I'm way more fly than you (That's right)
I'll take your dime from you (That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up to Weezy F. Baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to
(Throw it back ma
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, uh, I'm sorry, I was grooving
Gotta love that laid back Mannie Fresh music
But let's get back to what we was doing
Laid back in that 'Lac on Pat Ewing's
That's 33 [?] tires, he fire
These trees ain't papaya, mind ya
Gotta keep heat on your side, [?]
So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one
Wait, naw hun, cause you ain't exempt
If your ass ever trip I'll give you a clip, yeah
But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip
And you walk kinda mean, how you strut with a dip
And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips
But I can't fall for you cause I stick to the script, yeah
I said I stick to my grip
I stick to my money, that's life to me
Sorry honey Jazze
[Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne]
I (Yeah)
I'm way more fly than you (That's right)
I'll take your dime from you (That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up to Weezy F. Baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to
(Throw it back ma
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?)

So how 'bout you, yeah
So how 'bout you
See what I'm talking 'bout sweet heart?
You ain't even gotta have John Madden
You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale
You ain't gotta Lee Corso
You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott
You ain't gotta have Linda Cohn
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
You ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN
You ain't gotta have ABC staff just to speak sports, baby
Cause I got game, sweetheart
Just fuck with your boy and I'll get you a jersey
What you want me to put on the back?
"Daddy's little girl", that's right
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
I can't give you the game, but I can show the game
And you can see what you see and peek how you peek
And get what you get
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
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Walk In[Intro]
Yeah yeah yeah
It's the Carter motherfucker, I came back around
It's the Carter motherfucker, I came back around
It's the Carter motherfucker
Let me show you my building man, it's the Carter
I'ma show y'all the ins the outs, the ups the down, know what I'm talking '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 street like bang, bang, bang bang, welcome

[Verse]
Welcome, this is the Carter y'all welcome
Hard as Malcolm, dark as The Falcon, Lord help him
But y'all felt him, and that make you a part of me and pardon me
If a part of me is what you wanna be what you oughta be
Doing, recording me, I'm just acting accordingly, I give orders
To the commander in chief, just the commander in me
Handling streets in the Mandarin V
I hear you haters slandering me, I just hand 'em to P
Any drama, I pace it like Indiana
I take your grandma pacemaker and just hand her the piece
Not two fingers I simultaneously pop two bangers
You do not want angus, USDA prime beef, you're dead meat
I'm so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up
I'm already hot when another one starting to heat up
Got Mannie hot with me cuz I always beat his beat up
Y'all cats wit y'all feet up starting to look like V'd up
I'm G'd up on the re-up up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up
In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speakin about no speakers
What's leaking up out of your speakers is the speech of Weezy F. Baby
No more no less Baby, so forth and so on, (let's go)
Front door, living room young nigga switching weed
What you need? Get you crack, get you weed
Make your way to the back, look ahead and see
White bitch in the bathroom giving head for speed
But don't you turn your head at me, the president been doin it
Then he tried to ruin it, but I built this building from the ruts
I own all the corners and the cuts in this motherfucker
And the feds know just what's in this motherfucker
Made niggas so they can't bust in this motherfucker
So with that, let's keep it movin'
Onto the kitchen where my witches keep it brewin'
Uh huh, look at how my bitches do it
Bucky buck naked, look at all my bitches booties
They handle all my pharmaceutics
I got it from Promethazine to Metamucil
I'm crucial, don't mean to spook you
But, this is New Orleans, so my queens do voodoo, ya know?
So the things just move through
I feel your pain, I got things to soothe you
There's fields of 'caine, so Wayne and neutral
Don't hate the game hate the institution
There's fields of 'caine, so Wayne and neutral
Don't hate the game hate the institution, fucker
[Outro]
I came back around, it's the Carter
Show you the rest of the house later
We gonna go upstairs, ya know
You know what this is right
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What About Me (Remix)[Intro: Lil Wayne]
If you saw me, would you understand
That I can't stand you with another man?
I see you happy where your life is at
I see you smile, I can't live with that

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
'Cause what about me? Yeah
I stayed up all night for you
Girl, girl, what about me? Yeah
I shut down my life for you
Now you runnin' 'round with him, and him, and him
How you do that?
How you act like I never held you every night?
And now you never call back, please
Girl, girl, what about me?

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Oh, tell me, do you ever think about it?
Those lonely nights when you 'bout lost it (Oh)
The only time that you would call
Was just to tell me it's my fault (Oh)
I let you cry, I let you worry
I let you yell, I let you hurt me (Oh)
I gave you everything you need
And now you gone, gone, gone
Tell me, how you do that to me? Yeah
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Girl, what about me? Yeah
I stayed up all night for you (Yeah)
Girl, girl, what about me? Yeah (Girl, what about me?)
I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life)
Now you runnin' 'round with him, and him, and him
How you do that? (Oh)
How you act like I never held you every night?
Now you never call back, please (Please)
Girl, girl, what about me?

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Oh, girl, girl, girl, what about me? Me?

[Verse 2: Post Malone]
I ain't never been the one to let it go (Let it go)
Never thought I'd see you leave me in the cold
Every time that you got mad
You would leave and come right back
Always bringing up the past
Guess you couldn't handle that
Where you at when you're not with me?
You ignoring my calls
Look how quick you forgot 'bout me
I'm waiting (I'm waiting, I'm waiting)
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Post Malone]
Girl, what about me? Yeah (Girl, what about me?) (Oh)
I stayed up all night for you (I stayed up all night) (Oh)
Girl, girl, what about me? (What about me, girl? Yeah, what about me, girl?)
I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life)
Now you runnin' 'round with him, and him, and him
How you do that? (How, girl?)
How you act like I never held you every night?
And now you never call back, please (Please)
Girl, girl, what about me? Me? (Yeah, what about me?)
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Dedication 2[Lil Wayne]
{whispers} Dedication 2...

[DJ Drama]
Alright I think you ready this time
Y'all know what I come here for
Call me the iPod King
Call me Mr. Thanksgiving
Call me whatever the fuck you want

[Nancy Sinatra]
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang... I used to shoot you down

[Lil Wayne]
Hah, Dedication 2, that's right, you already...
Wake up motherfuckers it's Weezy, you got a problem?
Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin'
Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin
AK on the backseat, baby it's so-{*record rewinds*}

Wake up motherfuckers it's Weezy, you got a problem?
Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin
Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin
AK on the backseat, baby it's so vivrant
Watch me let it spray like a hydrant, can't dodge it
You not gettin' wet in the rain is not logic
She won't give that pussy to Wayne, I'm so obliged just
Live and direct from inside of ya bitch body
And, hi there ho what do ya know I'm ridin'
In the same streets my pops died in, I got 'em and
I get that money tell my momma I'm grindin'
And I'll be coming home with our future in my pocket
Shoot you if you block it, leave a nigga awkward
Murder the adults and let the kids get adopted
Sit it in the pot and watch me rise to power
Gettin' out twenty American pies an hour
Goddamn, excuse ma'am but I'm the man
And you better put my money in my hand, stop playin'!
Got ends, no friends, just brothers one color
And I spread the motherfucker all over your room shutters
Yeah, they knew better I'm two letters
I'm like M.J. and 2-3 and O.G., yeah I'm low-key
Cause niggas and bitches is police
I roll leaf, patching up the game's slow leak
I'm Weezy baby!
Lemme catch my breath... {breathing}
Ok...
Pussy-ass.. pussy-ass.. pussy-ass.. pussy..

Pussy-ass niggas, fake fraud-ass niggas
Tryna save the past, SIM card-ass niggas
Them broads laugh at ya, them niggas won't kill ya
And them niggas that's with ya, could die right with ya
I'll be shootin everything up in my eyesight mister
I say I might miss ya, but lil' FeFe gon' hit ya
And lil' Currensy'll split ya, Mack Maine'll straight flip ya
Let Taz Po ship ya, then we'll all forget ya
I'm sittin' in the kitchen like "How can we all get richer?"
Got paint on my hands from painting the perfect picture
Then I tell lil' Josh, roll up the perfect Swisher
God damn the hurricane, to the weed man, we miss ya
I'm the best just listen, I ain't what the game been missin'
Ask my nigga Juelz, I been here since twelve
Ten shells, let 'em save themselves
Fuck them niggas and they pals, pal, pow!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Don’t Like the Look of It[Intro]
I don't like the look of it

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Okay, I'm sippin on the syrup, got a nigga movin slow
I'm all about the money, what the fuck you think I do it for?
Bitch don't act like you don't know, I'm killin all these rap niggas
Custom made caskets for yo' motherfuckin funeral
Keep the women with me, shit I gotta keep like two or more
Party everyday, like we won the fuckin Super Bowl
Chillin wit my nigga Mack, he keep bitches handy
White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy
When I'm walkin by, the women sayin, "Who is that nigga?"
I replied, "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda, that nigga!"
I was raised in the home of the cap splitters
Whip on 24's, watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal
And you's a motherfuckin duck, Daffy-dil
I'm from the school of hard knocks, where we scrap and kill
Pick the knife or gun or you can get the package deal
I'm hot, nigga, burnin everything around me
I was lost for a minute, took a while but I found me (Gudda)
The streets say I'm king but the game'll never crown me (Gudda)
Realest nigga doin it just ask them niggas 'round me (Gudda)
So you cain't size me up or try to clown a—
Shark in the water, jump in and I'ma drown you
New Orleans nigga, gun out, I'ma down you
Put niggas to sleep like a muh'fuckin' downer (Gudda)
I'm a Great White, you's a flounder
Fish and a bitch, I tuna eveything around you
UHaul Gudda, movin everything around you (Yeah)
It's Young Money, bitch! At the top is where they found us, nigga
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, goons on deck, Marley don't shoot 'em
Silence on the gun, watch a nigga mute 'em
The coach in the booth, call me Jon Gruden
School these niggas, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain't playin with ya
The weed broke down, like a transmission
Tha chopper spin him 'round, like a ballerina
Bitch I'm still spittin like I ate a jalape-na
I'm from uptown, my bitch from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault
And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce
I ain't worryin 'bout shit, everything paid out
You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade house
With a high yellow thick bitch wit her legs out
Cash Money president, but we in a red house
Who the fuck want it? Make my fuckin day
I blow your candles out, now nigga cut the cake
I gotta eat, bitch! Like a runaway
Y'all niggas ain't eatin, stomach ache
Okay, all these bitches, and niggas still hatin
I used to be ballin, but now I'm Bill Gatein
Fuckin with my iPhone, bumpin' Illmatic
I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil' traffic
Hair still platted, thuggin is a habit
Keep my guitar, hip hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck 'em like rabbits
Dope dick Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, uh4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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No Reason[Intro: Lil Wayne]
If young Freeway don't trust you, I'm gon' murk ya

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I told my homie I'll be back, I got some hoes that tryna see me
I'll be double cupping, letting bitches double team me
All this fuckin' smoke around a nigga like a genie
Lord, these hoes be schemin', just to get some Neimans
Just to get some Niemans, so I be playing defense
Nowadays these hoes want you to fuck 'em and feed them
Now we at the drive thru, I'm forever Piru
I'm forever connected like AOL and Yahoo, okay
I just be fightin' my demons
I just be righteous or evil
I don't be Skypin' or streamin'
I just be high for no reason
I just be Tunechi or Weezy
I just eat cuchi, I'm greedy
Give me the Uzi, I'll squeeze it
Last night was a movie, I seen it
And I just be high for no reason
I just be high for no reason
And I just be high for four seasons
'Round here you can die for no reason
These bitches on diets and vegans
She getting it tight for next season
And me, I'm just high for no reason
And you, you could die for no reason
[Verse 2: King Los]
I know some niggas pull triggas
That don't value life but put prices on people
My homie name Vic
Because he a stealer but used to be nice with them eagles
I know what she do for that Niemans
Yeah, she move that cuchi for profit
That pussy a Uzi she pop it
I'm in this bitch with Lil Tunechi, what's poppin'?
You could die on my block, nigga, that shit is trill
That clip open up, you get fucked, call it Netflix and chill
He see what his girl do that, that chump might just panic
A crew full of sea men had sunk the Titanic
She suck and fuck or die
Fuck you fuckers, suckers, knuckle up a riot
Homie like Donkey Kong, bundle up them pies
Whipping out them barrels, pistol white as pearl
My bitch so perfect, I nut in that pussy, she piss it out in pearls
No sheets on my bed, just a lot of girls
And I just be fly for no reason
Yeah I just be fly for no reason
They kill my pop at sixteen
Sometimes a nigga just cry for no reason
I used to steal out of Niemans
Now I'm so rich this shit feel like I'm dreamin'
Gotta hit mute on the phone when I talk to you
‘Cause I still got your bitch screamin'
She play with that pussy
FaceTime a nigga with Jodeci on ‘cause she fiendin'
That pussy get killed for no reason
You pussies can die for no reason
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
You pussies can die for no reason
I just get high for no reason
The world be tryna get over
I just get high to get even, yeah
Yellin', that shit was ill, that shit was trill
Had to tell my bitch stop stealing and stashing my pills
That bitch a addict for real
That bitch a addict for real
That bitch is nasty for real, she naked in heels
Fuck Tom, Dick, and Harry and Bill
Sonya, Sarah and Jill, I carry the steel
In anyone area still
‘Cause shit could get scary for real, I'm aware and I'm skilled
I had to bury some mills somewhere in a field
Please don't ask me where, my lips sealed
Very concealed, I got whatever you feel
I got blow like Derek Foreal
I got that white like Jaleel
I'm 'bout that life and that's real
I'm 'bout that life and that's real
I say that twice ‘cause that's real
Sometimes it's like I just feel like ain't nothing easy
I'ma get high for that reason
And you could still die for no reason, die for no reason
I just be fightin' my demons
I just be lightin' my cheeba
I just be Tunechi or Weezy
I'm so excited to be him
We kill you on sight just for breathin'
'Round here you can die for your Visa
'Round here you can die for a pizza
'Round here we don't die for no divas
And I just be high for no reason
I just be high for no reason
They kill my pop at fourteen
Sometimes a nigga just cry for no reason
'Round here you can die with your homie
'Round here you can die by your lonely
We come on your side for no reason
Shoot it up and then smile when we leavin'
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
You could still die for no reason
I be getting high for no reason
The world it be tryna get over
I be getting high to get even
I ain't got no ceilings
I ain't got no feelings
And you all in your feelings
I'm like, "Fuck your feelings"
You know I ain't got no ceilings8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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No Days Off[Intro]
Face ass

[Verse]
Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam, yeah
Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my, yeah
Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam
Doin' all this dirt and never plantin' seeds
Fuckin' all these hoes and never wifin' one
Fuckin' all these hoes I bet your wife is one
Fuckin' all these hoes and wifin' all of 'em
They say Tunechi hit the coke and I say aw, fuck it
Then I pull the molly out and look what I got
Then she stick her tongue out like some high tops
Then she stick her tongue out like some high tops
Eyes bloodshot red like she cyclops
Flag bloodshot red, when we mob out
Shoot you right up in your head between your eye brows
And then my young niggas break in your trap house
Trigger finger ichin' like it's in an ant pile
I'm just sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam
Standin' and speakin' could be so challenging
Got these niggas in save mode
They know I'm in ape mode
They don't come up to my cage close
Whats the code to that safe though?
Get the chips and dip like queso
Body niggas then lay low
Don't come out til that case closed
Snortin' lines til her face froze
Sittin' on top of yayo
Sittin' on bread like mayo
Like butter on top of beagle
Like tomatoes or egg yo
Hustle like I'm dead broke
Bullshit got my head hurt
Tec-9 in my pants leg
I'm limpin' harder than Fred Durst
I just wanna tie you to the bed and give you head girl
I know that I probably be goin' over your head girl
I'mma make it storm on your head girl
Goin' hard, gettin' laid all day
Been goin' hard all day
Wish a nigga would fuck with me
Then I blow the candles out on my cake
I blow your head off, no call or no stray
No barkin' dogs or stray
I just ordered all the D'usse
Blow a hundred G's without panicking
My homie trafficking, he just savaging
I'm really playin' with money, you just tampering
You playin' with your life, why you gambling?
I'm fuckin' on your wife while you scrambling
I say who this pussy for, she say your majesty
I pull out a bag of white and she hit that and sneeze
She gone cut that nigga off, he an amputee
Now she really bout that life
She the one for me
And every time we see them lights
She hold that gun for me
And every time a package come she sample some for me
She ain't no actress but I got her actin' up for me
And all my niggas in cake mode
All my niggas in Tec mode
Red beam on your face, you look like Rudolph with the red nose
Tunechi rockin' red though
Slit my wrists and I bled gold
Quick to finnessee a bitch
My gift of gab came with a red bow
When I
Just wanna tie you to the bed and give you head girl
And I, I know I'm probably going over your head girl
And fuck your nigga
He ain't doin' shit, I done said worse
Dirty south, that red dirt
Drive down with that work boy
You ain't leavin' here til I weigh it first
Choppa make your head burst
Oh, lil mama with the head work
She suck my dick till my leg jerk
She swallow that shit, then burp
Swallow that shit, then burp
I fucked her best friend first
Her boyfriend be gettin' on her last nerve
Pussy ass nigga need a pap smear
Pussy ass nigga need a pap smear
All my niggas need cash first
Fresh pair of Vans and a plaid shirt
Skateboard, snowboard, and surf
Lord I'm' on my wave all day
Squad boys all day
Wish a nigga would fuck with us
We'll blow the smile off of his face
Gettin' paid  all day
Jose chop you up
Put your body parts in the freezer, we got supper for months
Yeah, and I'm just fuckin' all these hoes and never wifin' one
I'm just Fuckin' all these hoes I bet your wife is one
Tell your ho, I said last night was fun5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Light Up (Remix)[Lil Wayne]
Hate is temporary, love is necessary
I went from eating pussy to eating commissary
Damn, I am the sickest, I need therapy
You can buy the answers but you can’t afford to question me
First off I don’t need you second guessing me
Jail is like third base: I’m coming home eventually
Still got shooters like hot tubs
Man I'm anemic: still got bloods
I’m in my cell reading fan mail
Wish I was in Amsterdam sipping Amstel
Thinking bout all of that pussy I can’t smell
Man they did me wrong; I feel like Nelson Mandel’
I shine too hard my lamp fell
My name still ringing: Alexander Graham Bell
I know you met damn, cause you know damn well
That I still got you open, open like a clam shell
Yeah, still fly on my hawk shit
My conversation stinks cause I talk shit
Stay in your lane you’re on that double-park shit
We eating at the top, get a spoon and a forklift
I got rap wrapped up like a gift
I’d be sober if if was a fifth
I’m feeling like Elvis – jailhouse rock
I’m not 2Pac, I’m the New Pac
Behind bars but the bars don’t stop recording over the phone
I hope the call don’t drop
Drizzy got the ball and I know the ball won’t drop
And I pray none of my kids never wanna be cops
Young Money get ‘em, Young Money got ‘em
The boss got his feet up, vacation on an island
Yeah and tell your girls send the kite up
And even if you don’t smoke motherfucker you gon’ have to light up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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On Fire[Hook]
Mama bad, mama mean
Gasoline, she’s on fire
Put her out, as a matter of fact
Take her out, cause she’s on fire
Got on my knees and asked my Lord
To keep me clear from the Devil cause my girl
She, she’s on fire, yeah
But everything is so cool, yeah

[Verse 1]
Now gimme them back shots, I want them back shots
I said shorty let me play up in that matchbox
And she’s on fire, yeah
Sh-shorty let a nigga rub his dick against her matchbox
And she's on fire, she’s steamin'
She’s screamin', she, she’s creamin'
She’s fiendin', I redeem it
I get between it, like I mean it

[Bridge]
Now hit me
And now she's on fire
I left her steamin', yeah
But everything is so cool
[Verse 2]
Uhh, she hot as hell, let's call her Helen
Uhh, fireman to her rescue like 9-11
Uhh, fuckin' right I make her hot
She got the Devil in her, I do whatever with her
Hell's angel, I pluck her feathers nigga
I am the firespitter, I start a fire with her
Okay her flames high, but I am higher nigga
So I invite her up, and then I light her up, uhh

[Hook]
Mama bad, mama mean
Kerosene, she’s on fire
Put her out, as a matter of fact
Take her out, she’s on fire
Got on my knees and asked my Lord
To keep me clear from the Devil cause my girl
She's on fire, yeah
But everything is so cool, yeah

[Outro]
Now hit me, haha, woo!
She's on fire, yeah
I left her stingin'
Yeah, and now she's on fire
Haha (but it's cool)
Mama bad, mama mean
Gasoline, she’s on fire
Put her out, as a matter of fact
T-t-take her out, cause she’s on fire
She, she’s steamin'
She’s screamin', she creamin'
She’s fiendin', I redeem it
I get between it, like I mean it
Hehe, then I leave her stingin'
Now she's on fire, stingin'!
But everything is so cool6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Feel Me[Intro]
So, Lil Wayne, what's your motivation?
Is that really a question? (Yeah, shawty)
Do you really have that written down in your notepad? (You already)
You should be ashamed of yourself (C2)
You smell me, girl, I smell like money (Why not? What's better?)
See, that's what they don't understand (Not a goddamn thing)
To me, it was always get money or die (Yeah)
I come up under Birdman, the Number One Stunna, you know what I mean?
I'm Stunna Jr. (Yeah), and that's all I know, that's all I ever knew
Get money or get nothing, you know what I'm saying? (I feel)
And I feel that way (I feel it), for real

[Verse 1]
So hard I go, I keep pushing (Yeah)
The game so crazy, I'm in it like deep pussy (Yeah)
I got chip from tryna get the whole cookie
Used to make a thousand dollars every time I played hooky (Yeah)
Dwayne Carter absent, keep lookin' (Bitch)
I'm present on the block, I'm a legend on the block (Yeah)
Ice so bright like heaven on the watch (Yeah)
Yeah, nigga, I done dropped one-eleven on the watch (Uh)
So watch and see what I do (Yeah, yeah)
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezin', hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F Baby, now the F is for FEMA
Sick nigga, bitch, I spit that leukemia (Bitch)
Yeah, no cure, no help
So me, so good, so hard, so felt
Feel me
[Interlude]
And that's just my point right there
That's what I'm always trying to stress, know what I'm saying?
If you don't understand me, if you don't feel me, then you ain't real
In my eyes, and that's all that count to me, you know?
So, is your music considered the voice of urban America or America period?
I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause that's who I speak for
And myself, you know what I mean? My family, that's who I represent
My homies (Yeah), my girl, my life, you know?

[Verse 2]
C'mon, bang this shit, nigga, pump my shit (Yeah)
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch (Yeah)
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch (Yeah)
You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit
Like motherfuck them niggas, what they wan' do? I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black Rambo (Yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' with the boy, baby, that's a gamble  (Yeah)
If he won in Vegas, leave him on the crap table (Come on)
I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable (Yeah)
Like nobody make a sound, where the paper? Where the paper?
Gotta get it, gotta have it (Yeah), once I got it, I'ma spend it (Yeah)
Then it's back to doing any damn thing just to get it (Yeah)
The re-ups be like birthday parties (Huh?)
No room to park the cars in the garages (Huh?)
So outside the cribs, all you see is 'Erraris
If I ain't say it right, fuck it, I ain't foreign
Feel me
[Interlude]
And see, that's where everybody gettin' me wrong at, you know what I mean?
I got that heat rock, for real
Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music?
That's because they ain't got that heat rock like me, you know what I mean?
They ain't spitting like me
They spitting, but, know what I mean, they ain't got colds
I got the flu over here, man (Yeah), for real
I need relief
Y'all help me, for real (Yeah)
I know y'all sick of me, 'cause I'm tired of y'all, for real

[Verse 3]
And based on the bank, I'm doin' much better than a lot of these niggas
I'm tired of these niggas
Yawnin' when I see 'em, make me stretch and pull the burner (Yeah)
I'm cockin' back and passin'
They catch 'em in they sternum
Ooh-ooh, that gon' probably burn ya (Yeah)
That gon' probably learn ya (Yeah)
To never, ever, ever (What?)
Ever, ever, ever come around here no more
Rich gangsters over here, you gotta die with the broke bitch
I'm the god, I should ride with the Pope
But the boy so hood, I just ride with my ho (Yeah)
Yeah, and tell her 'bout Hollygrove
Tell her 'bout my last show, tell her 'bout my last ho
You know, just born to mack
Call me Deion Sanders, bring the corner back, yeah
I'm in my prime, niggas falling back (Okay)
That's right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as crack
Feel me
[Outro]
And that's just what it is, nigga (Yeah)
If you don't like my shit, then fuck you and your shit, man, straight up
That's how I was taught, that's how I was brought up, and that's how I'ma go down, man, for real
Cash Money Young Money in your motherfuckin' throat, bitch
Swallow slow
Weezy F Baby, this interview is over
Go to the next song, bitch3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Live From the Gutter[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]
You at home broke as fuck doing the milly rock
I'm in Hollywood with millions, check my Diddy bop
Sipping Actavis, I put that on my double cup
Pushing work, man, we got the whole city hot
Raised up on Jeezy, Jay'd up on Yeezys
Young Money millionaires, me, T and Weezy
Sixteen in the peezy
Another sixteen, that's a PT
36 that's a keyzee
Push button start, bitches thought I lost my keys, please
Trappin' out my haunted house of ghosts, there's some scares there
And I got that work, homie yeah, yeah
Finessing all these niggas, I need air fare
All these diamonds dancing on me, baby very
I might call them Michael Jordans, I need every pair
Tell your homie hit my line, I got fishscale

[Verse 2: T@]
Certified hustler, yeah, real street nigga
It took me 31 years to make my first million
But I ain't trippin', this the beginnin'
Lost deposits at Chase, no time for chasing women
All black Porsche slammed on them red mags
I peel her top back and watch the haters get mad
They need to stop it, niggas don't like when you
Balling on them bitches, they just mad ‘cause they ain't got shit
And niggas with the gossip, ol' Dr. Phil ass nigga
You might as well go 'head on and start a talk show
Me and Hoody making big moves off in this Tahoe
Your bitch travel hundred feet, work off in that rental
Backstabber smile in my face, showing the dentals
But you know me, I chunk the deuces at them bitches
Never stop the chat, I keep it moving on them bitches
In and out of town and yeah I do it for my city
East side New Orleans is where a nigga get it
So have your money right or else I ain't fucking with ya
And I ain't posing twice so I hope you got the picture
Ya dig?
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Reporting live from the mother ship
And I ain't talking nothin' but Young Money shit
Yeah, I ain't talking no more Cash Money shit
Yeah, I ain't talking no more, now I'm coming, bitch
Distorting guys with the cutter
I'll rob a motherfucker talking all that big money shit
Got me hustling like I never had shit
I'm restarting from the bottom, now ain't that a bitch
But watch me turn this pit into a Brad Pitt
Yeah, watch me turn this world into a hand print
The money made me hungry like I'm fastin'
I see the stars lining up, I feel like NASA
I seen my homies give up on me like a marriage
I went back and counted up and no more stunting like my daddy, ah
Then my bitches hit me up and said she love me like a daddy, ah
Cuban bitch walking 'round my house like she live there
Wake up in her mouth, she dribble like Sebastian Telfair
I see y'all ain't playin' fair, I see you, you layin' there
You see bitches everywhere, you might see them in Vanity Fair
My homie got that Danity Kane
Them shots like planes they landing here
Oh yeah, and we got them bitches on that wifi
It's a bird, it's a plane, them bitches sky high
Back up off me motherfucker, whoa yeah yeah
Me, T and Hoody feel like Dame, Hov and Ty-Ty
Me, Mack and Po feel like Lyor, Hov and Tata
My bitch don't own panty hoes nor a bra top
Roll up the windows in the Rolls, nigga hotbox
Cut on some Drizzy in this bitch, we don't cha cha
Whole time I was ready, ain't no cat and mouse in my fetti
Ain't no Thomas, ain't no Jerry
Ain't it really ain't no thang, you niggas really don't gang bang
I'm with that mob smoking gas, ain't no limit on my tank
Up, up, up and away, cup, cup, cuppin' all day
We sipping that oil, we sipping that oil, more oil than Oil of Olay
You killas don't play, kill 'em on sight in the middle of the day
Shoot a nigga right in the middle of his face
Bullet be biting like a venomous snake
Pussy be tighter than traffic, LA
We got that white, we traffic all day
I went from Kool Aid and PBJ
Now it's champagne and caviar steak
But still reporting live from the gutter, bitch
Before I fade away I hit 'em with the stutter step
Yeah, now before I fade away I gotta stutter step
Before I fade away I hit 'em with the stutter step
I hustle like it's nothin', left my woman in her underwear
My youngin don't wear underwear, I love my -
Yeah I love my baby mothers, yeah, little hoody ain't no huggy bear
I represent that grizzly bear, my neck look like a city fair
Page out the Jungle Book, amazed is how your woman looks
When she see me and all my niggas coming
Afraid is how your gunners look, we take a finger, tongue or foot
And mail it to your people, we mean business, get that understood
Big ol' bag of fuckin' good, a little bad, a ton of good
I'm pretty like Blair Underwood, she insecure, my gun secured okay
I'm pretty like Blair Underwood, she insecure, my gun secured okay
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Diamonds Dancing[Verse 1]
Smoking on strong, money long, we don't reason
Probably with my niggas, but my bitch Polynesian
Met this bad little broad, she was curvy
Sipped out in the middle of the day, I started early
Balling in the middle of a drought, we ain't worried
Middle finger up to the judge and I'm smirking
Bring your squad cause you know my gang with me
Drop the top on the car, let the tits breathe
Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds snatching
Michael Myers, Norman Bates, Charles Manson
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas cashing
We fight time and time and time and time and time and time
Again

[Hook]
I told my plug "You know what I need
From you when I get on
Yeah, uh
Two bricks, a triple beam and a foam
So I can make a storm like I usually do"

[Verse 2]
Banging with my friends, nigga that's Soo-woo
Calicoe spit like a Uzi do
You'll be so hard to identify when you're
Hit up from your arms to your corns and still bleeding
All my niggas children of the corn like Stephen
King - I met this broad she was curvy
Bitch started twerking when them whips start urr-ing
Getting money since 'Got Money'
And if you real you could vouch for me
I still need my Block Is Hot money
I ain't fucking with these pussies like they got something
Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping
[Hook]
I told my plug "You know what I need
From you when I get on
Yeah
Two bricks, a triple beam and a foam
So I can make a storm like I usually do"

[Verse 3]
Bad bitch on my arm that's my new lil boo
Pussy be so warm and it's Juicy Fruit
Trampoline on this dick, I got her twat jumping
Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping
Vaseline on a brick in case the cops coming
Trafficking with the work in her bra for me
Wearing lingerie and heels round the house for me
Wearing lingerie and heels round the house for me
All these bitches try'na chill then thaw out for me
Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping
Got the block

[Outro]
We sipping that dirty
We sipping that dirty
We sipping that dirty
We sipping that dirty, you know
Yeah
This Gat pointed at your nose, nigga
That vest can’t save your soul, no
We sipping that dirty, yeah
We doing them dirty
Haven't even heard from you
You left the kids by they self
They haven't even heard from you
We put your wig on the shelf
We unstable, yeah
We unstable, yeah
Your mama be afraid of us
They haven't even heard from you, now they gotta search for you
We unstable, yeah
It ain't looking too good for you, too good for you
You're ungrateful, yeah
That's why I switched label, yeah
I gotta live for myself,  yeah
I gotta give to myself, yeah
Look at all the shit I gave you
Look what I did for myself
I never hid from myself, no
I ain't got no ceilings, yeah
I ain't got no feelings for them niggas, no
I don't want no dealings with them niggas, no
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Life Is Good[Part I]

[Verse]
Working while they sleeping as usual
Percocets, I eat them like chewables
These niggas think they passed up, they think too much
If these niggas get too gassed up, I bring a few pumps
Yeah, Hershey chocolate candy skin, she ate all my nuts
Yeah, wifey caught me slipping once, okay, more than once
Yeah, we don't hit your block up, we blow that bitch up
Cappin', talkin' big shit until that shit don't flush
Yeah, they say my days are numbered, but I keep taking drugs
Baby, I know you see these X pills, pleasе take one
I'm a skater but I hеard your man a cheapskate, huh
Heard he rattin', now they moving his release date, huh, snitch
I just turned my main to my spouse
Could've bought her ass the tote purse or pouch, bought a house
Now baby got an ego twice the size of the crib
Now she see what I'm saying, she got eyes in her ears
Never turn your back on Weezy F B, God forbid
I might have to do a bid if she left me, I forgive
Twerkin', got a fatty in this bitch, doing butt flips
Way she roll her hips make her body look like Sunchips
Working out my demons, that's beautiful
And bae off of that riesling, she super loose
I'm smokin', she say pass it, she doing too much
Haven't done my taxes, fuckin' with Trump
She brought her skirt without the panties with the slit going up
Nigga caught you looking at it, it's okay, don't touch
Uh, someone bought the block up in Bel-Air, it was us
Check the clock and hit the shot, I swear this shit too clutch
[Part II]

[Chorus]
Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring
'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm
Chicken pox on my trigger finger
How my trigger finger still itch, pewm

[Verse]
Copped three watches at the same time
Nigga, we are not on the same time
Shoulder strap on the strap, hangtime
Got the 40 on me like St. Ides
Granny, she was standing right there
Mercedes car, they call her Mrs. Mercy
Ever since the day I got her name tatted on my face, I been picture perfect
Taliban, nigga, ISIS, hand to hand, switching prices
Been dapper dan since the diaper, a gat, a bag, and a Bible
Young Obama go dumb, Osama
Hit him with the llama, he do the la bamba
Trade the private jet for an Air Force bomber
We could go to war like it's the Bahamas
Lied to my hoes, never tell my mama
Never tell my woes, lie to your honor
Money long though, nigga, anaconda
Let me add a comma
I'm way too high for niggas at the bottom
You a ladder climber
I'm the best rapper, nigga, that's the obvious
Got punchlines for you shadowboxers
You a kitty cat, I'm catastrophic
Rex 'bout to turn up, call up Roger
New fettuccine, new lasagna
Diamonds blinging so new they blind you
Diamonds sing like Ja Rule and Mya, No Ceilings
[Chorus]
Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring
'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm
Chicken pox on my trigger finger
How my trigger finger still itch, pewm
Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring
'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm
Chicken pox on my trigger finger
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Swizzy (Remix)[Intro]
This the remix, baby!
Yeah!
You already know what it is
'Cause if you don't you just don't know nothin
Shit, period! Stupid

[Verse]
You know me, I just be chilling in the Phantom, listening to opera
Gun is my bodyguard, call it "Kevin Costner"
Prolly won't stop if I get to poppin them shots
You niggas is sweeter than a box of Red Hots
Ha...
Fuck around, see a flock of red dots
Smoke good, eat good
Only fuck a bitch if her throat good, feet good
Just bought a Fleetwood
And I'ma put some D's on that bitch
Looking like I got a diamond disease on my wrist
Fresh, bunch of little G's on my kicks
I'm a dog, you're all a bunch of fleas on my dick
Young Money, Cash Money
And we gon' get the money, even if it kills y'all
And I'ma ride 'til the motherfucking wheels off
George Gervin, I'ma get my chill on
I'm cold! Yeah, I get my Buffalo Bill on
Beating up your block—yeah, I get my Emmett Till on
In the New Edition—yeah, I get my Johnny Gill on
Keep a shotgun—yeah, I get my Jayson Will on
Fuck it, Swizz, I'm still going
Black entertainment—yeah, I get my Steven Hill on
Only to talk models—yeah, I get my Seal on
Make that chick rock, get my Amil on
Two girls, let 'em get they pill on
Let 'em get they feel on, I get my tip drill on
Hey, now why you that ice grill on?
I leave you lookin like you got a barbecue grill on
Yeah, we got money to the ceil-on
Real nigga, I get my "Keep It Real" on
And they be lying on wax, like a earphone
Weezy Baby: the best from here on
Swizz, I'm in gear, homes
They in trouble, we gon' bubble like beer foam
No homo, let 'em get they queer on
No commercial, I just take the Lear home
My girl, she get her Pam Grier on
She don't touch me, I got cashmere on
I ball, and you just Erick Dampier, dawg
I'm dirty, I get my Bill Laimbeer on
Weezy the Beast, Swizzy the Monster
And we're gone!
[Outro]
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Workin’ Em[Hook: Fee Banks (Lil Wayne)]
That's why your bitch want a real nigga like me
That's why your bitch want a real nigga like me
She want to give that pussy to a nigga like me
She want to give that pussy to a nigga like me
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: Wayne]
Weezy F. Baby, the mothafuckin Carter
Bitches on my stick but my name ain't Harry Potter
In fact I'm very hotter, your girl say the same
And since we like to travel, she let us run a train
And my defense put me in the Hall of Fame
I make her turn over every time we play the game
"My boy Wayne", ask them niggas how I came
In a Ferrari, Jaguar switchin both lanes
Living room in the kitchen on a plane
I get from A to B so comfortably, I
Do my thing, y'all niggas so plain
I'm so fly, call me Soul Plane

[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wayne]
To him, I'm a killer, to her, I'm a lover
I always wear a mask, and I always wear a rubber
Yeah, 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 Mack Maine is like a brother from another
We from the same hood, we will kill a motherfucker
We eat you niggas lunch, and to bitches I'm supper
She ask me to go down, I'm like, "As long as I fuck her"
I wear I lot of diamonds, see baby I'm a stunna
So ride a nigga dick, for a baby-bear Hummer
And homie, you can have her, cause I don't really want her
You put the dick in her, I put that dick on her

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm hotter than fire, she wetter than a bitch
These niggas really pussy, and I'm harder than my dick
I show too much love for you to be a hater
I ain't home every day, but I'm gettin' my paper
I know what's going on cause I'm the creator
And since I'm so early, I holla at 'em later
I sound like sex comin' through the fader
Bitch, I'm the president, not the mayor
[Hook]

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
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Promise[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Damn, she bad
Damn, she thick
And I may not know her 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, soo-woo, ahaha!
I hear you want somebody you can call "boo"
I will change my name to "Boo," and fuck around and call you
Now, what you wanna do? Haha
Because whatever that may be, baby, I wan' do that, too
And ooh, I could GPS you—ooh, what you going through?
Like a pair of wet-and-sticky Vickies, girl, I'm on you
Okay, ma, the mood is so right
Light two and 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!)
Haha! 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"
What you know 'bout having syrup poured on that pancake?
Nasty as I wanna be, or nasty as you like me to—
Be; I hope you like me too
But now, you know I like you, too
Three A.M. room service, serve ya
You can be my dessert, be my caramel sherbet
Call your mama, we can make a baby
And the way you work that mic in the video is so (Crazy!)
And that chair or stool move was cool
You make me wanna "ooh!"
But I'ma 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 your ass to school, too, boo
Teach you all the rules you never knew
We need a moment
I could be your future, I could be your teacher
Be your professor, write down this lecture
You want some extra credit? Let me check your homework
I could be your tutor and help you with exams
No failing, or it's summertime for you, haha
You got them "Goodies," and I got a sweet tooth
Now, can y'all blame me?
Shit, Hov got Bey
And I just want Ci
See, I just wan' see if you're taller than me
No, really, I want see if you're my "Mrs. Carter"-to-be, haha
Yeah, I know, this is pretty awkward for me
But I just act like you are talking to me when you say...
[Interlude: Ciara]
(Oh!) I mean everything that I say
From the bottom of my heart
I would never, never ever hurt you

[Lil Wayne]
(I open my heart) Believe that, and I agree that
Open up your heart to me and you won't get the key back
Ms. Ciara, you are colder then blue
And baby, I ain't talking to nobody else but (You)

[Refrain: Ciara]
(There's nothing I won't do)
There's nothing I won't do, baby
(To spend my life with you)
To spend my life with you
(I'll give my all to you)
I promise I will never lie to you, boy

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, Weezy F
Who better? Who else? But me? Haha
Hey, sweetheart, I don't care what nobody say
Real niggas gon' respect it, you dig?
Ayy, darling, you are all that!
Whatever that is
I'd sure like to know
Let me cut that out man, ayy, straight up
I just did this, mama, 'cause you— you deserve it
Young Carter
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SportsCenter[Verse]
Cover my tracks like butter, so where the bread be?
I see beef as 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 niggas 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
(Gangsta!) Fuck '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 don't know how a nigga made it
She gave me relations, so now, we related
The morning comes; the picture, faded
I waited 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 the Source owe me? Shout out to the editing staff, yeah
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, Steffi Graf, yeah
Roger Federer; there's no competitors
Niggas know my rhetoric; bitches know my preference
Young God, baby: all them other niggas 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 with pepper seeds
Got an extra clip, but that's only for my especiallies, yeah
(Dramatic, Dramatic) This is especially for you
Just respect a nigga game, what kinda referee is you?
Swallow your whistle, make a nigga ride with the pistol
Cause the fakest niggas ride with the pistol
Even if I die old, I'mma die with the pistol
And if you stand over my body, I'll probably kill ya, yeah
Now I feel it, Weezy the realest
I wear a lot of Bathing Ape 'cause I be with gorillas, yeah
He what they talkin' bout: topic of the conversation
Product of determination, yeah
Stop playin, you are not up in my situation
I get money like a Caucasian
The car red, so the car Cajun, stop hatin'
Y'all ballers, I'm a sports agent
Wait a minute, lemme translate it:
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Line Em Up[Intro]
M-M-M-Murda
(Hey)

[Refrain]
I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh
All this cocaine got me actin' white
You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga, I'm a legend
You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend

[Verse 1]
She say I got a vanilla aftertaste
Cut his face, let him use his blood for his aftershave
Harrell Park, it ain't nothin' like South Park
Pistol whip you 'til you know the serial number by heart, damn
Sit the chop on top your nose, if you sneeze, I squeeze (Smoke)
Got them extra extendos, call them Eazy-Es
Uzis, .223's, TEC's, semi-automatic, reflex
Bullet ain't got no name, but these no-names ain't got no respect
Put some respect on my name, don't know where I got that from
Mad scientist in this bitch, don't even know what I'm mad for, woo
'Cause it's hard to ignore the bullshit when it can't flush, woo
Tryna dodge and duck, but you can't duck, nigga, blaow

[Chorus]
Stunt, stunt, real deal
Had the MAC-11, real, real
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to line 'em up, yeah, line 'em up
You niggas quack me up, bah, Daffy, Donald Duck (Yeah, yeah)
Stunt, stunt, real deal
Had the MAC-11, real, real
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to line 'em up, I'ma nine 'em up
These niggas quack me up, brrah, better Donald Duck
[Verse 2]
Gas 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up, yeah
Pack 'em up, I'ma pile 'em up, yeah
Line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up, yeah
Line 'em up, I'm anonymous
Leave out this bitch, comin' back with the dawgs
I'm comin' back with the dawgs
Go at my neck, I'm comin' back at your skull (Gone)
I'm comin' back with her drawers
Come back with the bag, the package and all, yeah
I put the stash in the wall
Thirty round dick, I'm jackin' it off, yeah
'Til ain't no more jacks in the cards
Aces and kings, blackest of hearts, yeah
I played the hands I was taught
Family man, your family involved, damn
Family tree, branches gon' fall
Actin' an ass, no actin' at all, no
All of the cameras is off
You fucked up the deal, look back at the mall, huh
We dunk on 'em, back in the form

[Refrain]
I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh
All this cocaine got me actin' white
Ask Jada Pinkett, I'm a legend
You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend
[Chorus]
Stunt, stunt, real deal
Had the MAC-11, real, real
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up
These niggas quack me up (Quack me up), better Donald Duck (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
Line 'em up, sign 'em up
I'ma grind 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up
Smoke, smoke (Gas 'em up), smoke, smoke (Pile 'em up)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Huh, huh, line 'em up, huh, blaow
Smokin' Donald Duck
I see you backin' up
You better Donald Duck
You niggas crack me up
You better Donald Duck, blaow, blaow
Line 'em up, grrt
You better Donald Duck, yeah
Gas 'em up, and I'ma fire 'em up, yeah
Pack 'em up, and I'ma pile 'em up, smoke
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Thinkin About YouCome on, come on, come on, come
Shout for the 17, shout for the Hollygrove
Shout for the 17
I'mma take it uptown, uptown
You dig
You understand me

[Verse 1]
Woke one morning
Tears in my eyes
And you had left me without a kiss or a note
Or goodbye
Now I got to learn to live alone
But my heart can't take it
I guess that's why I wait by the phone
For a call, a call from you
Sayin' she needs me back
Just as much as I need you
But I guess for the time, you need to stay away
Let me tell you baby, now I'm thinkin' of you every day

[Hook]
I'm thinkin' about you
I'm thinkin' about you

[Break]
Oops upside your head
I said oops upside your head
I said feet, don't fail me now
White man came down to my city
On the corner
And asked me what do I do
I said, do what I wanna
Said, do what I wanna
[Verse 2]
I keep thinkin' 'bout the good times we had
And how we let jealousy
Turn all we had good into bad
Now I realize
If you just try it again
Love will play out
You'll be my girl
I'll be your only man
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Hasta La Vista[Intro: Lil' Wayne & Lil Juice]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
I tell you I love you
I tell you I need you
I say I won't leave you
(Uh)

[Verse 1]
I like when I'm faded, I'm so innovative
Eatin' pussy at my dinner table, I been gettin' it catered
Get the yayo, got me spendin' pesos, Benjamin tornado
Count my blessings, this is what we pray for, everyone ain't able
Drop her heart, just like a hot potato, I'm a sado
She think she lit, I am fuego, keep that BS in her a-hole
'Cause I say so, and my bando, we just lay low
Rub my back, ask how my day go
I say I been on my J-O, she say, "Bae no"
Say no mo', cause she go low, bless my woe-woe
I say "uh-oh," she start slow-mo
Once that coco start her mojo
She gon' go-go
She gon' deep throat 'til it's sore throat
She go deep sleep, I go NoDoz
Said "I love you," watch my nose grow
Once that dope go, she go bozo
Girl, I'm gone
[Chorus]
Hasta la vista, baby
Hasta la vista, baby
Hasta la vista, baby
Hasta la vista, baby (Yuh)

I tell you I love you, baby
I tell you I need you, baby
I say I won't leave you, baby (I say I won't leave you)
Then I get amnesia, baby (Gone)

Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)

I tell you I love you (I tell you I love you)
I tell you I need you (I tell you I need you)
I say I won't leave you (I say I won't leave you)
And I get amnesia (And I get amnesia)

I'm smokin' Keisha, baby (Keisha)
I'm high as Felicia, baby (Felicia)
I'ma find me a vegan baby (Gone)
'Cause I'm tired of this beefin', baby (Yuh)
I tell you I love you, baby (I love you)
I tell you I need you, baby (I need you)
I say I won't leave you, baby (Won't leave you)
I like when I'm faded (Gone)

[Verse 2]
So outta here, keep that shit over there
Where do we go from here
Come to the end of the road
Can't get the road repaired
I am on Mars with a bitch in her underwear
She take 'em off and then come back to Earth
In a hundred years, you niggas Gummy Bears
Rest in peace Rabbit
I got the Lamborghini doors up like some bunny ears (Ahh)
Bitch, best not jump in here
Bitch, best not run in here talkin' crazy
Get her walkin' papers
See these married niggas makin' it hard for players
But, see, the hardest players is too hard to play
I give her dick and a couple ultimatums
A cup of Bumbu and a cup of coffee later
She do all the drugs, she do all the favors
So we fuck now and we argue later
Dick runnin' like an alternator
I don't separate 'em, I just alternate 'em
I got all the flavors, sit back enjoy the fruit of our labors
You gon' tan that applebottom, it's gon' be orange later
So I fucked the girl, wrote my number down
On the morning paper, set it on the table
Told her, "I'll be back" - Schwarzenegger
Lil' mama, I'm gone (Gone)
[Chorus]
Hasta la vista, baby (Yah)
Hasta la vista, baby (Yah)
Hasta la vista, baby (Hasta la vista)
Hasta la vista, baby (Yah)
I tell you I love you, baby (I tell you I love you)
I tell you I need you, baby (I tell you I need you)
I say I won't leave you, baby (I say I won't leave you)
I'm not gonna need you, baby (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
I tell you I love you (I tell you I love you)
I tell you I need you (I tell you I need you - Hey!)
I say I won't leave you (I say I won't leave you)
I'm not gonna need you (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
I tell you I love you (I tell you I love you)
I tell you I need you (I tell you I need you)
I say I won't leave you (I say I won't leave you)
I'm not gonna need you (I'm not gonna need you)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Gumbo[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, Jamie Foxx & Lil Jon]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
We been out here
Gangsta, Gangsta Gri-zillz!
6 shit
Quality street music! (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Never 'bout a bitch, it's 'bout a check, my nigga
Never 'bout the bitch, about to check my nigga, that's my nigga!
Make me do construction in your section, nigga
Rari' doin' donuts, that's my breakfast, nigga
Okay, you got soldiers, I got veterans, nigga
And I got that white like One Direction nigga, Kesha, nigga
Only God can judge you, I must sentence you to death, my nigga
Yeah, and you are not a topic in my section, nigga
Math teacher taught me how to count my fucking blessings, nigga
Got married to the fucking mob when I met it, nigga
Everybody cried at my motherfucking wedding, nigga
Everybody 5 in my motherfucking section, nigga
Hoodybaby 6, so numbers lying in my sections, nigga
Still got them Bloods, like a vessel nigga, that's right, nigga
Tell a blind nigga, "Watch your step, my nigga"
Left-right, nigga, whoa, I let my niggas glow
My niggas don't speak, "Bap, bap, bap", quote, un-quote
Never had cold feet, stepping out moving snow
Cut the heads off the sheep and sit 'em all around the GOAT
O-M-W, BMW, N-E-W
I got that R-A-W, for the L-O-W
That's non-refundable, that's L-A-W
And we hate deductibles, like police hate untouchables
They see me in a car then they F-O-L-L-O-W
I drive S-L-O-W, with that B-L-O-W
I like it very colorful when it come to my jungle juice
I'm out here yelling "Fuck a truce!"
If he gon' act like Mother Goose, whoa
It's never 'bout the kids, about the pets, my nigga, no
It's right between the ears, above the neck, my nigga, whoa
It's very quiet, when you hear the weapons, nigga, shh
They verify you by your dental records, nigga
6 shit
[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Fuck the city up, and I got the glizzy tucked (Baow!)
Dick hanging from the mop, look like a billy club
Fliest niggas from the city, bitch, that's really us (geah!)
You pussies talking, boo! boo! boo!, now you really fucked
Ridin' in the range with Maine, we switch lanes (Maine!)
With my bottom bitch, walked the beach in Biscayne (Rrah!)
Real P shit, that's that M.O.B. shit
Look at me now, these pussies said I wasn't gon' be shit (Ah!)
Yeah, got a homie named Trel from Hoover, he might shoot you
Red rag hangin' out my right pocket, but I'll blues you (Doot!)
When them roosters touch down
We make them bitches cock-a-doodle (Woo-woo!)
Take a shot at me over a beat, bitch, I'ma shoot you
Got a bitch named Vicky, she pretty, she keep me stiffy
Glock .40 in her purse, don't tempt me, her finger itchy (Ayy)
She ride so I keep her with me, she shy, but not with that glizzy
She high from hittin' the blizzy, eyes red like Trippie (Trippie!)
Hoody rollin' up, that boy smoke like a hippie (Hippie!)
Fill my double cup up with mud, that's right, I'm sipping
Yeah, retarded with it, I just might be the hardest with it
And you a rat, you be politickin' with the Sarge, Lieutenant
Fuck all you bitches! Gudda!

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Six shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Walk It Off[Intro]
The streets gonna always be fucked up now
Now put Lil' Mack on the map if he walk it off
Now put Lil' Spitta on the map if he walk it off
Now put Lil' Poo 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' Marc on the map if he walk it off
I'ma.....I'ma

[Hook]
I'ma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt
I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt
Bitch I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin to front
I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to front
Ho I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you
I'mma 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

[Verse 1]
I'mma jalapeno boy, hot as Cayenne pepper
I'm from New Orleans City, but I’ll take her to wherever
I'm tougher than 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
Every time she hit me up she send a picture, with a 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
Every time 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 says?
Well, I hope you still like me but I go both ways
And then I say Oh, then I say Okay
Stabbed them up and got the fuck 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'm Mr. President as they say
And that Phantom fits me like it’s tailor-made
I can take on a war, nigga bombs-away
I been in the water fucking all the Marmalades
If you lookin’ for some money, bitch my name is no way
Not tomorrow not today, not yes-terday
[Hook]
I'ma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt
I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt
Bitch I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin to front
I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to front
Ho I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you
I'mma 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

[Verse 2]
Last week I met a bitch, but I forgot her name
Short sweet, red cute, ole vibrant thang
She got a earring in her pussy, ‘n’ everywhere else
She said she jog everyday so she can cum on herself
Then she tell me my love is the best she's felt
And she sucked my dick like it’s about to melt
She drink Vitamin Water, say it’s good for her health
She can wrap my whole dick around her waist like a belt
Then there’s another bitch, her name was Ayesha
She ride that dick good and make a mean cheese pizza
One time it was so good, I told her to order one mo'
She said it’s not Domino's -- its DiGiorno's
There’s another bitch I met her at the Gong Show
Got her to the crib and turned it straight into a thong show
She do my dishes, wash my clothes and fix my corn rows
She do my dishes, wash my clothes and fix my corn rows
I can't forget about my bitch named Meaty-boo
She’s a young project bitch, I used to bring that hoe to school
So I brung her to the school  we standing on the yard
The bitch asked me if I was from the 17th ward
Niggas came out the cut and started muggin’ me up
I grabbed the clip out my pocket and made them cowards duck
And I told my old lady "I’ll be back, you see"
And hit me up on my cell phone if niggas lookin’ for me, cause
[Hook]
I'ma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt
I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt
Bitch I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin to front
I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to front
Ho I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you
I'mma 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

[Verse 3]
Now chicks gotta ride, twerk, jerk, giddy up
Jump, bounce on the dick and get the fuck, get the fuck
Chicks gotta ride, twerk, jerk, giddy up
Jump, bounce on the dick and get the fuck, get the fuck
My name is Lil Weezy, they say I'm off the heezy
And I tell the dog ho, don't-dont you be greedy
My name is Lil Weezy, they say I'm off the heezy
And I tell the dog ho, don't-don’t you be greedy
Don’t don't you be greedy, don’t don't you be greedy
Bitch, don't you be greedy, don’t don't you be greedy
‘Cuz its Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on them dog hoes
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on the dog hoes
Dem hoes, they mad
Dem hoes, they mad
Now put Lil’ Wayne on the map cause he walk it off (ha ha ha ha)
Bitch
[Hook]
I'ma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt
I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt
Bitch I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin to front
I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to front
Ho I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you
I'mma 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

[Outro]
Dedication 2
Straight from the Carter 2
So much money off the Carter 2
So much money off the Carter 1
So much money ‘cause I'm Birdman son
Don't hate, don't hate, don't hate
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Know You Know[Intro: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz]
Lil' mama not no thief, she not no thief
Steal a show, she still a ho, yeah
She steal a show, she still a ho
Yeah, hah
Tony

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Check the vernacular
It ain't no room, so she lapping up (Lap)
Shawty a Blood and I'm Dracula (Drac')
In a Tom Ford and I'm blacking up (Black)
In a Maybach and I'm backing up (Back)
Either protect or attackin' us (Uh)
I just might buy her a Acura (Uh)
Tell her to drive it to Africa (Damn)
This how a rich nigga take the trash out, but I'm not a janitor (Nah)
I'm an ex-drug dealer (Yeah)
Get a rush when the egg sizzle
Pocket full of dead people
She mine, I don't share people
If the feds watch me, they can see how many times I done fed people (Tell 'em)
I hit, but I can't date you, baby
You on the side like a baked potato
You look crazy, I don't wanna change you
If you a car, I would candy paint you
That's a bar, that's an indicator
Deep breath, hyperventilation
Shorty gon' share that throat (Throat)
She got the best, let's vote (Vote), yeah
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And nigga, if you know your ho, that ho a ho
You know that ho gon' ho for sure, for sure, for sure
She up next and she finna blow, still the same ho
Kissing on you with the same throat
If you know you know, that ho a ho
That ho is still gon' ho for sure, for sure, for sure
She up next and she finna blow, she still the same ho
Kissing on you with the same throat

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Shorty not a thief, but she steal a show, but she still a ho
I'ma need a million dollar bitch and a million more
She know I'm a million dollar nigga with a million hoes
Chillin' way up in my condominium on the millionth floor
She said that these niggas broke, they make her sick, she healing slow
She said she sick and tired of being sick and tired like Mystikal
I got cash from years ago, I ball 'til my Achilles tore
You say you stackin' money to the roof, lil' boy, your ceilings low
She been catching feelings though
She been all in my business like Siri though
I don't believe in no miracles
She swallow my bacterials
I fucked your ho, conduct your ho
If you don't believe it, there's video
That ain't your ho, that was your ho
She just a ho, she been a ho
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And nigga, if you know your ho, that ho a ho
You know that ho gon' ho for sure, for sure, for sure
She up next and she finna blow, still the same ho
Kissing on you with the same throat
If you know you know, that ho a ho
That ho is still gon' ho for sure, for sure, for sure
She up next and she finna blow, she still the same ho
Kissing on you with the same throat

[Outro: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz]
Lil' mama not no thief (She ain't no thief), not no thief
Steal a show, but she still a ho (Yeah), yeah
She steal a show, but she still a ho (Yeah)
I just might buy her a Acura (Uh)
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Millyrokk[Intro: Lil Wayne]
No ceilings
No ceilings
No ceilings
My ceiling drop, my ceiling drop

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ayy, my milly rock, my milly pop (Bop!)
Them niggas ain't hot, they petty wap
Sippin' Barney, smokin' Baby Bop
She's performing on the table top
Steph Curry, boy, I'll take the shot (Bop-bop)
Then I'll pull off and wave goodbye
I'm ready for the war, I'm not afraid to die
My niggas wild like Omega Psi
My bitches screamin' "Ooh-la-la"
I tell my demons "Kumbaya"
Them sticks go "Boo-ya-ka"
Make a nigga say "Uhh na-na-na-na-na"
I got money on my mental
Got them niggas in my rear view
I'm a dog, I'm a dog
Rottweilin' on these Shih tzu's
Drop dollars on your temple
Pop collars like a pistol
Drive back and forth for codeine
Put some mileage on the rental
Money talks like Jimmy Kimmel
Jimmy Fallon and Jay Leno
I'm straight N.O., the U-N-O
Fast life, so uptempo
Ooh-wee, Presidential
In the Backwood, eating Mentos
Smoke that loud like crescendos
Rep the Mob like De Niro
Fucking like a nympho
Save her info like a hero
Write your name on a bullet
She wrote my name on her dildo
Smoking on that kill though
Got me happier than Gilmo'
I'm in chill mode, I'm in pill mode
I just fucked your fucking ear hole
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
No ceilings, woah
No ceilings
Yeah, two
Yeah, two
Holler at them bitches, Lucci Lou

[Verse 2: Lucci Lou]
Give a fuck about you haters
More concerned with stacking paper
Smoking bog and sipping Lakers
Watch your girl 'cause I can take her
Drop the top, no ceilings
As I'm plottin' on millions
With my niggas in this bitch
They like "Fuck it Lucci, get 'em"
I'm from that East side of New Orleans
Polo T's and Jordans
Where niggas dream to push foreigns
And all the hoes want ballers
I got the cheapest price on pearly white
If you need it, nigga, just call us
Long as you talking them dollars
I got it, nigga, just holler
Still no job – bitch, I ain't hurtin'
Put a ho on the stroll and told her "Get to workin'"
She dropped a Xanny in his drink, the Rolly in her purse
Then brought it back to Daddy, man I swear this pimpin' work
I pop the clutch and hit the gas, I love the way it skrrt
She popped a bean and poppin' ass, can't keep it in her skirt
I beat it up, she eat it up, no feelings
It's Lucci Lou and Tunechi, nigga, no ceilings
[Verse 3: Turk]
No ceilings, bih, like an astronaut
Turk and Wayne back at it, nigga, we ain't gon' stop
Thuggin' nigga, it's thug life, 2Pac
My youngin with me, they stay strapped with two Glocks
I'm Molly turnt, but so uptown, throwing threes up like slime
Pussy nigga keep hating on me, keep hating, I ain't got time
Too busy chasing this paper, got money on my mind
Fuck you and your favors, know you seen my grind
I kicked the habit, never thought I could
That shit had me since fourteen
I was shooting up, nigga, on tour, fucking up my dreams
Fucking off my green, fucking off with these hoes
Could've died over a million times, I swear only God knows
Now I'm back nigga, like a hungry dog at the doorstep, let's eat
Tell you pussy niggas that slept on me
"Hope you bitches die in your sleep"
Free my brother BG
I'ma scream the shit til he hit the streets
Til my brother Ralo RIP, I got that nigga
That's YNT

[Outro: Turk]
No ceilings, yeah, nigga, nigga
No ceilings, yeah, fuck with me it be a killin'
Yeah, Young Turk, nigga
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Oh No[Intro]
(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no)
Haha, cut the music up please
(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no)
Hahaha, yeah

[Verse]
I play the bullshit from the backseat, champ
Yeah, I'm in the backseat, still got the seat back
Feet back, stay from where the fake be at
Niggas 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 killing for crack, you know the story, snakes eat rats
Face the facts, you can't change him
Can't shoot it if you can't aim it
Can't miss him, if he kill you, then you can't blame him
That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade 'em
Get too deep up in that water and they can't save you
Me, I come out of that water like I was just bathin'
And watch my step on the wet pavement, yeah
I'm from the hood, so I rep 'em where I can't take em
"Hollygrove, Hollygrove," was his last statement
So nigga, get that look off your face
And recognize you got a crook in the place
They call me W-E-E-crooked letter-Y, I'm 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
Bullet holes in your speakers from the chopper blast
Like, haha, ah
That's bullet holes in your sneakers, got you hoppin' back
It all stop when they hit you in your top and back
No cockin' back, silly motherfucker, you ain't heard 'bout this
The clips hang down to the dick
That's an automatic shotty from a drum they call Tommy
Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me
When I hit every piece of your visible body, he leakin'
Mortimer is no longer leapin', he's sleepin'
While you pussy niggas is sleepin', I'm thinkin'
Deep in thought, the boy ain't even winkin'
Bob Marley got me stinkin'
Stackin' figures, I'm standing firm, life's a Slinky
Pipes is filled with crack cocaine
And the dope go inside of the veins
From where I came
Though I bear a name only one can live with
Coach, they won't knock me off my pivot, forget it
I'm sicker with it, pick a city, buy a condo
Find a fine ho, let some time go, chill
What you know about a bongo having her mind go
Over a convo about dough? Nothing
Man, the four-wheelers look so good on the sand
Tee or tank top, pocket fan
No pocketknife, no handgun in sight
Just that rat-tat, tat, tat-tat-t-tat-tat, boom
Haha, tonight, I might just boost my feature price
'Cause to each his own, and the lights is bright
And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight
I'm from Cita house, Big Mama's house
She told me to shoot you right after I knock you out
And he ain't gettin' up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot
Hold up, the beat might drop
[Outro]
(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no)
(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Big Wings[Intro]
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)

[Verse 1]
Fuck with me wrong and get hit up
We hit every block and we hit all your men up
She do every squat and she do every sit up
She dance everyday and she pick every bit up
I work everyday and I sip when I get up
You heard what I say, yeah I sip when I get up
And work everyday, I'm a hell of a nigga
Smokin' that loud, it just yell at a nigga
Confidence high, I'm a arrogant nigga
These bitches do not want a regular nigga
My slime got them bricks doing estimates, nigga
That's numbers and squares like a calendar, nigga
That's numbers and squares like a calendar, nigga
None of you squares wanna battle lil nigga
Cause shots come from nowhere like, Bop!
Abracadabra, nigga
Hold up

[Verse 2]
I fuck a clit up on everything
I put some sip up in everything
You hit your bitch up, she never came
She was with me up in Neverland
I hit your clique up and everything
I take two clips up in everything
I'm coming, I'm shooting up everything
I just bought my woman some Vera Wang
I just bought myself Alexander Wang
I just bought myself some new Louis frames
I got 'em prescribed cause I'm blind as fuck
Or is it that I just don't wanna see you again?
Got 'em prescribed
I got a prescription
I got a prescription
I got a prescription...
I fuck a clit up on everything
Tie my bitch up to the bed frame
22.5 for the Venus
11 flat for the Serena
Drink codeine like it's Aquafina
My bitch jalapena
I come from Mars, I come from Ms. Cita
Fresh out the womb I knew I was a leader
Who keeping score 'cause I beat 'em
[Hook 1]
And I got some really big wings
Flying over New Orleans
I pull some really big strings
My wingspan like Yao Ming
My eyes tight like Yao Ming
I smoke some really big greens
I sip the whole sixteen
I saw a mill' at fifteen
And still got really big dreams
Your bitch a really big fiend
Your bitch a really big fan
But I ain't got no ceilings
I ain't got no ceilings
I ain't got no ceilings
I ain't got no ceilings

[Verse 3]
Man, what a high
Born to be alive
I'm sippin' lean
And TMZ said I died (damn)
I run with bitch-slappers
Your hate don't impact us
Our bitches' dick-grabbers
Your bitches' pic-snappers
You just a camera rapper
But we don't point cameras at you
We point them hammers at you
More bullets than hammer dancers
We take the pineapple
And we fill it with purple, we never settle
We take the Mac-11
We point that bitch straight at your cerebellum
Bah!
Yeah, and this world is mines
Yeah, I'm gettin' mines
Yeah, I'm sippin' lines
Sippin', oh we talkin' lean?
Oh, we talkin' lean?!
Oh, you pourin' up?
Finna fall asleep?!
[Verse 4]
Look at the smile on me
Spent a couple hundred thou' on it
And the game been drove me crazy
Over hundred thousand miles on me
Damn, said she gonna lie for me
I said you just lied to me
She tell me that's my pussy
I say bitch you just lied to me
That's why I fuck 'em all
Still love 'em all
With a rubber off
Cause they husbands' dogs
And to top it off
All the tops is off
And it's winter season
But the seats is heated

[Hook 2]
And I got some really big wings
I got a really big regime
Been part of some really big schemes
I just popped a really big bean
I just popped a really big bean
I rock some really big bling
I sleep on a really big king
With a really thick queen
I sleep with a really thick queen
On a really big king
She belt out really big screams
She say I got a really big ting
She say I'm doing really big things
I should be doing really big scenes
On a really big screen
You see, I got really big dreams
And what a grind...
I fuck a clit up on everything
I put some sip up in everything
I put some sip up in everything
I put some sip up in everything
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Freaky Side[Intro: DJ Drama]
Dedicated!
Free my nigga Meek Mill!
D6!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I walk inside the strip club buy what I want then I go hey
All this snow up in my house these bitches call me Coldplay
Walk inside the strip club give the baddest one a big hug
She know daddy been a real one aimin' at a nigga ear drums
I don't have to beat to my own
Don't have to keep my eyes on your rhinestones
Take yo' watch and kill you if the time wrong, so pop off
We gon' kill a watch dog 'til the top dog knock a opp off
Set his ass on fire I smell popcorn

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I walk inside the strip club buy what I want then I go hey
All this white up in my house these bitches call me Colgate
Walk inside the strip club buy what I want then I go hey
All this snow up in my house these bitches call me cold case
Wait I fuck yo' ho
Hol' on hol' up wait no they don't go they fucked the GOAT
(Brr) hello hello hello hello I fucked yo' bae
Just like Jodeci she tryna stay I said okay
Okay okay okay okay
I been a real nigga since a mini lil' nigga
Pullin' choppers like a dentist lil' nigga
In my skinnies lil' nigga, lookin' skinny lil' nigga
Fuck a limit lil' nigga like the Millers lil' nigga
Doin' business lil' nigga, risky business lil' nigga
Own plane wit my own flight attendants lil' nigga
Life is splendid lil' nigga, fuck yo' hoe, now yo' hoe on blow
I swear I make her snort more blow than Pinocchio, okay!
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I walk inside the strip club buy what I want then I go hey
It's all these hoes and only me you bitches gotta rotate
Walk inside the plug house buy what I want then I dip, hey
All this coco in my bando bitches call me milkshake
Wait I fuck yo' hoe, now yo' hoe won't go
Hol' up wait I fuck yo' hoe, now you yo-ho bro
Hol' up wait I fuck yo' hoe, now that hoe on dope
I know you know I know you know
I know I know I know I know you know my niggas shooters
Don't fuck wit' computers, ugliness is cuter
And all this shit from Cuba, throwin' parties in the sewer
Actavis and Buddah, the dancers doin' maneuvers
Come shake hands wit' Freddy Kreuger

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Woah I walk up in the strip club buy what I want then I go hey
I give all my hoes the green light them hoes call me no brakes
Walk up in a night club pick who I want then I go hey
All these dick riders in here I don't have time for road rage
Walk up in the strip club buy who I want then I go hey
Bitches know I keep that 'cane on me they call me old head
Walk up in the strip club buy who I want then I go hey
I live in Miami but the bitches call me Snowflake
Hol' up wait a second, you know what I make a second, nigga
All my pockets pregnant, nigga, all yo' pockets naked
Got the sauce I got the method
And of course I gotta spread it on that presidential kush
I'm in here coughin' at election
Hol' up presidential rollie, Clinton, Obama, Reagan
It's all about a check, just in case you checkin'
Got a suitcase full of weapons just in case you trippin'
Niggas out here building cases well I like to plead guilty
Like yo' wifey knees filthy and she likes my seeds milky
I'm a king but can't deal me underpaid but overwhelming, wait
Lit, and my homies they some livewires, quick to do a drive by
Wherever you got Wi-Fi, lit, like a powerline
Get right in a line of fire
Cocaine on the table make her get down to the bottom line
Men lie, women lie, people live and lie
Some people cross the line knowing it's the finish line
Some even walk the line knowing it's the thinnest line
Puttin' they life on the line then they just forget they lines
Some people get in line, some try to skip the line
Me I'm in the lunch line, starving like it's dinner time
Before the begin of time, I been in a different time
She pay yo ass little mind, you pay that hoe rent on time
Damn, slime it's Carter 5 time, give me high five, my fire high
I'm waving bye bye, to the fireflies
I got guys on your guys guys, and your guys guys
R.I.P. to Soulja Slim, soldiers die tryin', damn
Purple heart, purple drank, better yet ultraviolet
Couple bitches one Tunechi I let 'em argue 'bout it, damn
I ran out coke last week and now it's time to re-up
All these keys in this Prius now this bitch a Kia
Pray for Cita, the kids and the work
Pray that none of my niggas get murked
Pray that enemy bitch ain't a nurse
Pray that one day I get reimbursed
Pray that one day I get reimbursed
Pray that one day I get what I'm worth
Niggas wanna taste victory first, gotta work to have it for dessert
Bust a nigga head in the mall, shoot a nigga head 'til it's off
Throw a nigga head to the dogs, can't we all just get along?
A hearts for wings to fly, I bought them dreams alive
I pulled my team aside to get they finger size
You shoulda seen they eyes, I got them rings to shine
You bet that we would die, the whole casino tried
Oh but when we arrived, the whole arena cried
I swallow my pride and drive you crazy yeah I drink and drive
Pile of coke on the table break it down and put it in single files
It's Weezy F. Baby and she know that F is for her freaky side
6 shit
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
That's some 6 shi'
[Skit: Lil Wayne]
Umm to help these multiple generations that look at me as the reason they started rapping or the reason why they rap and into music is ... uh ... it's unexplainable. There isn't a word for it. You can't describe the feeling. Um if there, you know what I mean, there's words that's probably close to it, and when I say close I mean light years away from it, words like amazing, awesome, that's probably the closest, and like I said, that's light years away from the feeling, you know what I mean. I can't explain it, it's crazy just to turn on the television, just to see my own children walk inside and be like, you know what I mean, singing something you know like what is you talking about right now, what are you singing, what are you listening to on that iPad, what are you watching? And they be like "such and such" and I be like, you know, what is that, and they be like, you know what I mean, "he loves you Daddy, he loves you Daddy, he always shouting you out Daddy, he always..." and that's when they put me on, you know what I mean. I just sounded so old just now told you how my kids be, man Drama if you keep that shit, dawg you bad, that should let you know that you're older than me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Sights and Silencers[Intro: The-Dream]
Ear Drummers
Think that's it, ayy
I think that's it
You see the light
Mike Will Made-It
You see the light
Yeah
That's it

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Beautiful soul
I'm surprised there's a body that could hold you
Lotus
I'm tryna talk her down, I need to focus
I'm flawless
You knew it in your heart, you are controlless
Just focus
On me

[Post-Chorus: The-Dream]
This love is dangerous
It should be locked away
Sights and silencers
You are the end of days
This kind of love is gon' tear up the world
This kind of love is gon' tear up the world
[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Beautiful lover (Yeah)
I'm surprised there's a God that can judge you, yeah (I'm surprised there's a God that can judge, yeah)
Pink lotus (Yeah)
I've been tryna pluck you better than the roses, yeah (Than the roses, yeah)
Girl, I'm reloaded (I'm reloaded)
You know it in your heart, we are explosive (We are explosive)
She said, "Baby, just unload it" (Yeah)
On me, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & The-Dream]
This love is dangerous (This love is dangerous), yeah, yeah, yeah
It should be locked away (It should be locked away, should be locked away, should be locked away), yeah, yeah
Sights and silencers (Sights and silencers), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You are the end of days
And this kind of love is gon' tear up the world, yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, tear up the world, oh)
Tear up the world (Oh), yeah, this kind of love (Oh, oh)
Tear up the world

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, this kind of love is gon' tear up the world (Oh)
Tear up the world
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Grown Man[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
What's up, baby?
I ain't tryna do nothing but get my grown man on
I ain't tryna hurt you
Only if you want me to
Haha
Yeah, something like that

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, what's happenin', baby? I'm Lil Wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out the navy, now the captain of my own team
Hop in this machine, vanish from the scene
Goddamnit, I'm so mannish, handle it like a standard
So put your panties and your pants by the trash can
Romance on the floor plans, yeah
We hold hands while we rollin'
Just tryna keep up with the program
Just tryna sneak up on ya like, "How you doin', ma'am?"
I'm a old soul and a young man, we got to it and
We didn't stop 'til the birds hit the block
And she ain't never had it like that, haha

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Curren$y]
Girl, you are so fine
I wish that I could get you over here, girl
Tonight, so I
Could get my grown man on with you
You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man
You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man
You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man
You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Now I don't really hit the club, but tonight I'll make an exception
For some reason, I can't seem to keep my eyes out your direction
I'm lookin' at you so hard, I could probably catch a charge
Feelin' the way you walk, when you move, your booty applauds
Damn, I gotta keep my composure
Gotta attack my mission, handle business like a soldier
Young man, Young Money, but the money long
Curren$y the Hot Spitta so grown (So grown)
And your perception of me is so wrong
Don't worry 'bout what you heard 'bout me and them other birds
Might have done a little dirt and left a few of 'em hurt
But whatever has occurred, they all got what they deserved, huh
And you don't rock like them, I can see it in your eyes
If you ain't good for me, then you wearin' a disguise
'Cause tonight, you lookin' like Miss Right
And I swore to be a player for life, but I'll change for you

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Curren$y]
Girl, you are so fine
I wish that I could get you over here, girl
Tonight, so I
Could get my grown man on with you
You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man
You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man
You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man
You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, you ain't a woman, you a baby girl living in a ladies' world
And I'm a grown man, the women understand
See, what I go through is what I owe you
So you should throw that ass back to me right now, yeah
Fly boy, baby, sit back, relax, and
Cruise with a nigga, destination satisfaction
Now whose is it, baby? She say, "Weezy Fuckin' Baby"
I say, "Yes in-fuckin'-deed," she say, "Don't you ever leave"
I say, I say, "But I got money on my mind"
Then I tell her never mind and we do it one more time, yeah
For a large amount of time
Long and won't stop 'til daytime come home, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Curren$y]
Girl, you are so fine
I wish that I could get you over here, girl
Tonight, so I
Could get my grown man on with you
You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man
You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man
You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man
You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Damn, look, haha
That, oh, that right there?
That's the sunset, girl
Get your visor
Where's those Chanel shades I get you?
You always losin' things
And I'm always buyin' new things, haha
I come a long way, huh? Remember, remember that block?
Look at you, you think you all grown, haha
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
You ain't a woman, you a baby girl living in a ladies' world
And I'm a grown man, the women understand
See, what I go through is what I owe you
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Fly Out[Intro]
We here
I said we here
The back of Tha Carter, yeah
The back of Tha Carter
Two, uh
Yeah
This here is
The end of Tha Carter Two, people
Hey, yeah

[Verse]
I got the game on ball and chain
I threw the key in the drain, I'm like a key in a drought
I spent a G on these frames, but my vision is priceless
Seeing through you niggas like a fuckin' psychic
Hearing through the grapevine, niggas wanna hate mine
Say my name and die in the daytime
You catch my drift, man, you better be Peyton
Boy, the heat's on, they makin' peace bonds
I'm in this bitch throwin' up the "17th" sign
Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times
That Tec-11, AK-47, one Beretta
Ready for whatever, tell them pussy niggas, "Come together"
Heavy better, nigga, super-soaker wet a nigga
Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothin' but a petal, nigga
I'm just a little nigga tryin' to be a civil nigga
Thirty years old, shit, that'll be a given, nigga
Quit it, Wayne, your Mom is listenin'
But she ain't really trippin' 'cause the pots is pissed in
Them niggas trippin' until the shots whistlin'
Hear them bullets hissin' like a cobra at attention
I got a bitch and quit callin' women bitches
As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen
No preventin' the grind, I gotta get it
I'm admitted to the game, true player, no quittin'
There you go shittin' on the way a nigga thinkin'
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
And since the future ain't promised to no one
I live every day like this is the sure one
Trade in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Stand in that heat 'til the motherfucking snow come
And it feels so fuckin' good
Throw my dope like a rope, let 'em tug and pull
No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches
Running 'cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune
Come and get it, automatics in motion
We bangin' for the bread, nigga, even the molded
I got my loaf, I got my toast
Chaperone of the South, I got my coast
Yeah, and until I die
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Off Off Off[Intro]
Light the torch
It's lit, we lit
Ain't that what the young kids say these days?
(Lebron)

[Verse]
The Kia got State Farm insurance
That three point from J.R's the purest
We got that play hard endurance
We here to stay, y'all the tourists
The king on his throne, now it's on
Kyrie just destroying the zone
The isolation, double team
He driving and dish it, all his dishes be clean
Tatted up like J.R Smith
What was that sound? That was swish
Shoutout to Shumpert and Trist
They got the rebounds and defense
Stop all that crying about Delly  game
You know Lebron want hella rings
You know lil Kev got hella range
I've been down with T. Lue since he was wearing braids
Here comes the fast break, just get out the man's way
It's lead by Lebron and he's sunk like an earthquake
As soon as he dunking we all feel the world shake
Like arrivederci, all hail the king
The city on his shoulder like barbell on strings
But ain't no place like home
That rope ain't too long and they gon' pull it off
The king want his crown back, he never took it off
Tunechi
[Outro]
I know I'm being cavalier
Yeah, I know I'm being cavalier
But you know what you could do?
Pass me that freaking ball
Watch me go off, off, off
Watch me go off, off, off
Pass me the ball, watch me go off
Pass me the ball, watch me go off
Pass me the ball, watch me go off
Watch me go off, pass me the, off, off, off
Now can you dab for the Cav?
The left, dab for the Cav
To the right dab for the Cav
Watch me go off
Watch me go off, off, off
(Lebron James)
Pass me the freaking ball
Watch me go off, off, off
Watch me go off
Watch me go off
Mula babe
(Lebron James)
Pass me the ball, watch me go off
Pass me the ball, watch me go off
Pass me the ball, watch me go off
Watch me go off, watch me go off, off, off
Now can you dab for the Cav?
How many of you dab for the Cav?
Turn up that dab for the Cav (to the left)
To the right, dab for the Cav
Pass me the ball, watch me go off, off, off
Pass me the ball, watch me go off
Watch me go off, watch me go off, off, off
Mula baby
Shoutout my little brother J.R, yeah
Channing Frye, shoutout Mo Will
Mozgov I see you
T. Lue, I got a funny story man when I see you
Remind me to tell you
I'm gone, Mula baby
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Inkredible[Verse 1: Thugga]
I pop some Percocets
Then I pop some Xanax
Sitting back strapped, cocked
Plotting on your man next
Jack a nigga for his work
Then stretch it like some Spandex
He hesitate, I spray and leave him
Like a Tampex - oops, I meant a Tampax
Bitch, I keep that anthrax
I can get your man wacked for a couple tan packs
Shoot off your Sedan Lac
Nigga, I demand stacks
I ain't playing black
Bitch, I be spraying Macks
All type of guns with accessories
I'm like Cosby for the bills
I need mills like Stephanie
Pussy niggas can't stand next to me
I've got dope and ecstasy
Keep em floating like both of the levees breached
Eighties baby but my soul from the seventies
Worldwide game like a traveled the seven seas
Niggas ain't OG, scary lil bitch, please
Put your pussy in the pan, Friskies
[Verse 2: Raw Dizzy]
I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass, but they can't say shit
I'm just here to separate
The real from the fake shit
I told you, I was coming in
I'm sorry for the wait
I gotta get this money man
It's right here in my face
I got the Devil on my back
I don't wanna be up in that place
My grandmom tell me to be safe
I just keep running in these streets
I can't stop fucking with these hoes
When I say I'm just doing me
Bitch, I'm a Ninth Ward nigga
Mason street, D & G
That Florida right by the D
Need to free my nigga B
I ain't the type of person to be
Running from no beef, those fucking guns
Are gonna be bursting, knock somebody
Off their feet
So watch your fucking mouth
Before you end up on that floor and stop
Acting like you're hard cause
You know you've been a ho
I told you out the gate I'm not the fake
I gotta say, please excuse
Almost forgot man, I'm Raw Dizzy by the way
[Verse 3: Flow]
Money over bitches, bitch I'm coming for the check
Vampire living, bitch I'm coming for your neck
Raw, I'm sharp, my swagger like an X
I'm a motherfucking monster, I rap like I'm possessed
Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper
The game is a bitch, hold that down and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be riding with my skaters
We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator
I'm an Eastside native, all my niggas Soo Woop'n
They went brazy when they heard I had a song with Lil Tunechi
Bitch, get some ice and pour my Sprite
And light my bong and my doobies
Fuck your producer, I'm the one who be
Producing my music
I'm a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot
Cock the semi
Drop you like an Otterbox
They sleeping on me like I'm rapping with a blanket
Kill a nigga, have him thinking that he planking

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on
Them goons at your front door, choppers out: "ding dong
Didn't I change the game and put my motherfucking team on
Now let my chopper ring, blaka is my ringtone
Fuck you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over hoes
We hold court with them heaters, pop case open/closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos
I get loaded til I motherfucking overload
Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic's clothes
Ask them bitches, I told em hoes
They back it up like Sonny drive in Bronx Tale, Calogero
Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket
Pull them hammers out and run them nigga's like stockings
Got some niggas from my city
Thugga, Dizzy, Flow
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In This House[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Actin' like they killers, but them niggas just some hoes
We act like this a studio, this really just a trap
Everything we got, we had to whip it out the bowl
Before we shake your hand, we'd rather slap you with the strap
A million cash in hunnids, now they bring it to the door (Racks)
20k for a coat that I ain't even wore
This bitch so bad, I let her shop, I made 'em close the store
She think she trickin' me, but bitch don't know my pockets swole (The money)
Big bankroll, top floor South Beach (Top)
Long money Gucci, ask your bitch 'bout me (Ask)
Penthouse suite, four hoes, two weeks
And all my shooters shootin; .223's 'bout me, Wop

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?
Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

[Refrain 1: Frank Ski & Lil Wayne]
(Whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?
Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

[Refrain 2: Lil Wayne]
Boy, you been a ho
I remember, ho
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Boy you been a ho since Arsenio
Fuck your bitch, put her in the figure four
Scope on the gun, better visual
Silencer make the bullets tippy-toe
I don't give a fuck, never gave fucks
'Cause I always knew that a better day come
Haven't been asleep, seven day run
Never knew how a Chevrolet run
Ice Cube, Eazy-E, Ren, and Dre
I am the new NWA
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Take lives like students took lessons
Jail time, felt like it took seconds
I'm a Goodfella, was a dope seller
All these ho niggas must be Hochella
[Refrain 1: Frank Ski & Lil Wayne]
(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
You a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?
Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
No bullshit, my nigga
I'm pushin' my triggers
They lookin' for niggas in bushes, my nigga
In the ocean, in the lake, in the woods, in the rivers
The skies was gray and the bullets was silver
Young Money on front of my hoodie, my nigga
You front on your money, you couldn’t, my nigga
We kill you by breakfast and cook you for dinner
The lesbians say you a pussy-ass nigga, ol' ho-ass nigga
I put some pressure on your ho
Make her tell me what she know
Stop confessin' to that ho
Stop confidin' in that ho
Stop providin' for that ho
You gon' die for that ho
Suicide for that ho
[Refrain 2: Lil Wayne]
Boy, you been a ho
I remember, ho
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?
Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Frank Ski]
Boy, you been a ho
I remember, ho
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes
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Lamar[Chorus 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, I spit that R.O.C., nothing but crack, bitch
Get my cleats 'cause I'm running this rap shit
Y'all know me, this ain't nothing but practice
I'm running the streets and I'm running this rap shit
I got bars, OD, I been running this rap shit
I run this bitch like I'm Lamar Jackson, uh

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Takeover, the breaks over
Hit yo' brakes 'cause the race over, I'm the case closer
Bust yo' whole fucking face open, that's a makeover
Lean make every soda grape soda, purple taste golden
Make me have my skaters skate over to your place soldier
You a play soldier, you a snakе, you a fake cobra
You ain't safe, have thе safe open, I need payola
On yo' knees, nigga where the keys? I'm like Beethoven
It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, a pen to a test
I bring the night to his sunlight and zen to her stress
I bring the gun to a fist fight, the dick to her breast
She want the cum on her tongue like it's mint to her breath
This is grown man BI, R.I.P B.I
Nigga, you might be a CI, talkin' to the FBI
Big beast to the east-side, now she's on my G5
Fuck on her to some C5, cut on Funeral and she die
Your reach ain't long enough, yo' peeps ain't strong enough
Yo' beach ain't warm enough
You ain't been in the throne
'Cause the seat ain't warm enough
And nigga, I'm the only one
I got the crown on, I'm the goat and you the pony, son
Don't let me do it to him Dunie 'cause I overdo it
The choppa was too big for me, had to grow into it
His stylist split his wig for me if I told her do it
We hit his crib and broke into it, if it's smoke, we blew it
We don't believe you, you need more people
Ain't shit sweet, boy, you need more Equal
You ain't runnin' shit boy feed your Ezekiel
All my niggas rich boy, clean no illegal
Don't let em gas you, like Tunechi reading Thrasher
He won't thrash you 'cause I'll be glad to split your apple, I had to
Stab you, chop you up in the bathroom so casual
Then drop you off in front of a chapel with candles
Detach you, body from soul
Anita Baker body and soul, come out of my soul
I made a way to the rockiest roads and highway patrol
Full speed ahead clean the bread from the sloppiest joes
I got it in the hot and the cold, the mud in the rain
I stomach the pain, got more bloods than the blood in my veins
I'm huntin' the game, you guys ain't fuckin with Wayne
Ask your vibe 'cause she fuckin' Lil Wayne, yeah
[Chorus 2: Lil Wayne]
Nigga, y'all know me, this ain't nothin' but practice
OG, I been sonnin' these bastards
Double R, no key, got a button for that shit
And if y'all don't see, then I'm comin' with graphics
Nigga, war no peace, and I'm comin' with caskets
Screamin' RIP to everyone in this rap shit
Nigga, y'all so sweet and I'm nothing but nasty
And I'm runnin' this rap shit, nigga, Lamar Jackson, No Ceilings

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
This is No Ceilings 3
That's right, Lil Wayne
And be ready for I Am Not A Human Being 3
The album coming 2021
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Dedication 3[Intro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]
And this is just a mixtape
Damn, haha
Well, it's a little more than that
It's more like a message
More like a change for the better
And this is just a mixtape
Damn
It's more of a dedication
D3!
And this is just a mixtape
Damn
This what y'all was waiting for?
DJ Drama!

[Hook: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]
And I'ma keep fucking this world
'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yah (Ill!)
Don't worry if me got a gun
You should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)
And all these niggas is killers
And all these killers with me, yeah
But you should be more afraid of the killer in me (Ohh!)
'Cause I'm about to kill 'em (I'm about to kill 'em)
'Cause I'm about to kill 'em (I'm about to kill 'em)
So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em) (Gangsta!)
So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, yeah!)
And I'ma keep fucking this world
'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yah
Don't worry if me got a gun
You should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)
And all these niggas is killers
And all these killers with me, yah (Gangsta!)
But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)
[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Young veteran, soon to be OG
Plus, I spit like a crackhead with no teeth
I hear you little niggas barking, want more beef
You like a nigga with no guns, you gets no peace
And when it comes to money, my shit is obese
Like Della Reese; I need celery
More money—what the fuck these niggas telling me?
I'm Young Lucifer, take 'em all to Hell with me, yeah
Drop 'em off in a firestorm
YM riot squad, get our riot on
If he testify like Common, see the firebomb
If you know what's best, motherfucker, get your quiet on
These niggas starving out here, getting they diet on
While I'm eating, nigga, gripping on my Styrofoam
One-man game, nigga, I'ma die alone
For now, I'm with your girl, getting my Rowdy Roddy Piper on

[Verse 2: Willie the Kid]
Willie the Kid, pull guns like a hamstring
No bull, I push Pro-V's like Pantene
Blow like a trombone, funny niggas—tambourine
Players get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine gators
They naysayers, mascara wearers
And my niggas on paper, getting paper like ballplayers
No blood, no foul; yeah, my heart cold as Moscow
We nap your kin like a hot towel (Gangsta!)
All my hoes hostile; not me; never tell me, "Not now"
Rap niggas, forty-cal' to your brow (Ugh, ugh)
Roof-remover: we leave your brain with more air
Maneuver: I leave your bitch with a moist chair (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)
Seduce her; yeah, you rappers should be tired of lying
But I know it's hard like a tire iron
But yet, it's complex, like it's Mayan science
Or Aztec math
I'm crazy as a mesc' tab; I feed niggas like a mess hall
And yes, y'all, it's Willie—how I address y'all
Or like a stylist, nobody's fly as this
You crazy? I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist
[Hook: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine]
And I'ma keep fucking this world
'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)
Don't worry if me got a gun
You should have a gun for me, yah
And all these niggas is killers (Killers with you)
And all these killers with me, yeah (Gangsta!)
But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta!)
'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em
Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'ma kill 'em
And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em
I'ma kill 'em

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
They say powder makes you hyper, reefer makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo-woos make you dull
While I sip the purple harlot, thick as my Southern drawl
Put me on the ocean floor with a mermaid with no drawers
They got bats up in the cave, upside-down
Blood rushing to they head, they reacting off sound
As I stand on the mound, pitching for the crown
Uptown-bound, face painted like a clown
Reciting scriptures from the chapters, Proverbs, Leviticus
Old-ass rappers complaining what the business is
'Bout the state of hip, sounding like some bitches
Hop your ass up off a rich nigga dick, it's ridiculous
The new school, nigga
What you need to do is become a resident under conditions
Get your ass up off your ass, and get your ass up on a mission
Become some competition, like Federer and Nadal
Young Money, nigga, we ball, like Kobe or Chris Paul
Forgiving a wack cracker, still sipping Cristal
Waving the lifeline, since life's a bitch, y'all
Raising up the skirts of Jezebels for no cash
Like, "Bitch, gimme that ass"
Or pulling up to the lot, like, "Gimme that Jag'"
No, pulling up to the lot, like, "Gimme that Lam'"
They study me, yeah, they cram, like I'm a final exam
If I hit you in your back, you'll need a spinal exam
I'm something like a rhino or ram: animal, beast
Irritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast
YM militia, you niggas better retreat
Or be like this beat: R.I.P., deceased
[Post-Hook: Lil Wayne]
'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em
Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'm kill 'em
And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em
I'ma kill 'em (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, already, you better call every pallbear-ier in y'all area
The ball carrier gon' get popped
If I'm coming around the block, the in-swing drive gets stopped
He gon' drop like a flop
On the court, I love sports, that's why I play my bitches
'Cause I got game; that's why you pay my bitches, yeah
Same hustle, new money
I'm just hip-hopping like two bunnies (Gangsta!)
Who run it? Bitch nigga, moi
That was French, nigga, not a kiss, nigga, nah
Ha, no homo
Rappers get ate like four and four
They say I fucked so-and-so
And I be like "So, so and so"
Nikes on they neck, they like, "Let me breathe"
"I'm sorry, but I can't—this is how we feed" (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)
This is why we hot, this is how we freeze
Too fast to follow, this is why we lead
And the money in the pocket isn't why we G's, see
This is how we shoot, and this is how we leave (Gangsta!)
You know we tote steel, this is how we ease
You can get the steel if you try these thieves
Now, pass me the Swisher, let me climb these trees
And them haters say we couldn't; this is why we be's
This shit like pudding, putting it down
Like gravity's pulling, putting it down
Like gravity's pulling, putting it down
Like gravity's pulling me to the ground (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)

[Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]
Young
Young, Young
Dedication 3
Young
Y'all ready?!
Young Mula, crazy—5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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She Will (Original)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I tell her "now gon' pop that pussy for a real nigga"
I already know that life is deep, but I still dig her
Niggas is jealous, but really I could care less
I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hairnet
Devil on my shoulder, the Lord is my witness
So on my Libra scale, I'm weighing sins and forgiveness
What goes around comes around like a hoola hoop
Karma is a bitch? Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful
Life on the edge, I'm dangling my feet
I tried to pay attention but attention paid me
Haters can't see me: nose-bleed seats
And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap
I rock to the beat of my drum set
I been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet
But I'm, Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now jump up on that dick and do a full split!

[Chorus: Drake]
She just started to pop it for a nigga and looked back, told me baby it's real
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second, I squeeze it, I could tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here, baby you know the deal
Cause she bad, so maybe she won't but shit, then again, maybe she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and fame right now, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I tell her "go on! Pop that pussy for me"
Haters can't see me but bitches still looking for me
And you could take it to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I'm all about "I" give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her til she cry, call that "wine and dine"
Try to check me and I'mma have em checkin pulses
They say "choose wisely" that's why I was chosen
Rocking like the asphalt, it's the cash's fault
Looked in the face of death and took it's mask off
Now I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl's face South and her ass North
But I'm Ray Charles to that bullshit
Now hop up on that dick and do a full split!

[Chorus: Drake]
She just started to pop it for a nigga and looked back, told me baby it's real
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second, I squeeze it, I could tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here, baby you know the deal
Cause she bad, so maybe she won't but shit, then again, maybe she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and fame right now, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Pandemonium, she cause that
Toss it up, and I stuff 'em where her draws at
That's on everything like feets that's on my floor mats
Red bottoms, spikes on 'em, that's dos stacks
Speakin' Spanish while she tannin', body no fat
Shawty body body got me on my 4th stack
Pink champagne, order Moët
Rollin' airplanes, where I land at?
I levitate over numbers you niggas never make
The Columbians callin', I tell 'em "perate"
Every summer I celebrate with a new estate
Let's get the fuck out this club, call it the great escape
She wrap her lips 'round a nigga, just like a chinchilla
Crap table Bellagio, I'm a big tipper
My life a stage I need her just to stand on it
Every time she look back, I toss a band on it

[Chorus: Drake]
She just started to pop it for a nigga and looked back, told me baby it's real
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second, I squeeze it, I could tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here, baby you know the deal
Cause she bad, so maybe she won't but shit, then again, maybe she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and fame right now, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m A Beast[Verse 1]
Yeah, rapping is my hobby, my house has a lobby
My bitches act snobby, because I feed them thousands
I know that didn't rhyme but I'm only being honest
You can't pay me in cash now I'm only seeing commas
I swear I got on Saks Fifth boxers right now
I'm tryna milk the game as if the game was a cow
I had an Eddie Bauer Expedition seven years ago
My grandma used to tell me that she swear I been here before
I used to wear braids like Jason's Lyric, whoa
Spent a bundle on the cross because I'm spiritual
And I can never pass a physical, I stay high
High as the voice of Akon
And make mine a straight with no chase
Hold the ice, I got enough on anyway
And when they see the boy, they hyperventilate
I got 'em running after me like I'm about to win a race

[Hook]
Cause I'm a beast, I'm a dog
Bitch I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog
Yeah you know that I'm a beast, I'm a dog (Yessir)
I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog, you know that

[Verse 2]
Look, never entertain the suckers with the hating bid'ness
(Nah, we never did that) I'm on a yacht playing table tennis
Expensive linin, women sinning
Adultery, compulsively
I'm an arsonist on the beat, blaze fire
The door close to the booth, I feel like a caged lion
Yeah let me loose, now let me get 'em
Cause I ain't going back and fourth like badminton
No, I will never drop the ball like bad mitten
And I ain't being conceited, I'm just admitting
I flow cocky, got hand rhythm
I got this bitch on lock like San Quentin
I'm tough daddy, what's popping gangster?
I'm tryna keep my pockets fat like opera singers
So sharp, if you touch me, I'll chop your fingers
I'm on top of the game like helicopter angles
I see you niggas, I hope you having fun
I hope you have a gun, heh, this shit is crazy
It's little Baby, I'm here to take it
And it's looking vacant
[Hook]
Cause I'm a beast, I'm a dog
Bitch I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog
Yeah you know that I'm a beast, I'm a dog
I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog, you know that
I'm a beast, I'm a dog
Bitch I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog
Yeah you know that I'm a beast, I'm a dog
I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog, you know that

[Verse 3]
Okay, now I'ma go off on 'em, at first I was going soft on 'em
But now it's time to go hard, busting, banging Bogard
Take a shit in yo' yard, take a piss on yo' broad
Make a list of yo' boys, and go and murder them all, huh
Life is short, yeah a midget told me that
And I always thought I was fly like I had a pigeon on my back
But I got decisions on my back, vision on my back
So don't you try to run up on me, I got precision with that gat
I don't rat-tat-tat-tat-tat, all I got to do is tat
Bet I hit my target, like a fucking dart mat
My address is Cloud 9, seek and you shall find
Weezy on the grind, I'm 'bout my Frankenstein
You know me, yeah, from my Lincolns to my Franklins
See I make that money stretch and connect like an anklet
Keep the bitches running in and out my house like a banquet
And I don't even speak their language, haha
And if the bitch boyfriend get angry
Then my niggas turn around and tell his whole clique
"Fuck that nigga! Pussy ass nigga!
Fuck that nigga!" Yeah
[Hook]
Cause I'm a beast, I'm a dog
Bitch I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog
Yeah you know that I'm a beast, I'm a dog
I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog, you know that
I'm a beast, I'm a dog
Bitch I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog
Yeah you know that I'm a beast, I'm a dog
I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog, you know that2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m a Dboy[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
Okay, I'm strapped
Get 'em
Black hat (Yeah), black shades (Yeah)
Black diamonds (Yeah), oh, behave (Haha)
No, he can't with the bucket seats back
Got the paint job dope and the fuckin' seats crack

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block
I got the money and the power
I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block
I got the money and the power, I'm gone

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Thinking of a master plan
I get money, but I'm thinking of a faster plan
I'm tryna cash it in
I got five in that garbage can
And the wrap Saran, I need cash advance
See, I know three sold, the other two a jam
I'ma sit on one and whip the other one much as I can
Hot-ass fuckin' sedan
Windows rolled down, no sound
Them bricks got the speakers drowned
I ain't listenin' for shit but sirens
I ain't tryna get to my ship sunk, fuck you pirates
I'll touch you cowards, it ain't nothing to a boss
The niggas in the hood tryna floss and ya head got a cost, nigga
Take a loss, nigga, SS 55 all-black with the top chopped off that
Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at
I ain't tryna prove nothin', I'm just tryna move somethin'
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block
I got the money and the power
I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block
I got the money and the power, I'm gone

[Verse 2: Birdman]
See, we cooking up a thousand grams (Thousand grams)
I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans (With the pots and pans)
Triple color with the platinum jams (The platinum jams)
Fifty birds, homeboy, in the back of a van (Bitch)
A hundred grand in rubber bands (In rubber bands)
We got them birds in the coffee cans (In the coffee can)
We got the whips with the extra clips (Yeah, nigga)
Got bitches outta state, nigga, flippin' them bricks (Flippin' them bricks)
Been in the Caddy, been in the alley (Uh-huh)
Nigga been on the block (Yeah), right in front Miss Gladys (Right in front Miss Gladys)
Nigga know about hustlin' ('Bout hustlin'), know about stuntin' ('Bout stuntin')
Did the curb-serving (Yeah), shined every summer (Bitch)
Been on front, been in the back (Yeah, nigga)
Nigga roll with duct tape and ride with the MAC (Pow, bitch)
We see these haters like, "Fuck them niggas" (Like, "Fuck them niggas")
We made-men millionaire, hustlin' our nature
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block
I got the money and the power
I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block
I got the money and the power, I'm gone

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
8 a.m., open my eyes
Yeah, kick my bitch, tell her open the blinds
And I'm over the stove at 9
Yeah, I'm cookin' breakfast for the block, then I let her cook mine, yeah
Quick line in the bathroom 'fore we bounce
Not me, I mean her, she go a day an ounce, damn
Y'all pray for her
While I'm at the bus station in the Bentley sittin' low as I wait for ya
I'm gettin' dough, I'm a paperboy
I will take you for the right paper, boy
I will take her, shake her, tape her waist up
Send her to the money, she be back before I wake up, hah
Get your cake up, y'all niggas lame ducks
You probably get your game up when I'm givin' the game up
My name Wayne, what? Hot Boy, flame up
You niggas tryna change up and I'm gettin' my change up
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block
I got the money and the power
I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block
I got the money and the power, I'm goneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Poppin[Intro: Lil Wayne]
(808 Mafia)
Face ass
No Ceilings, hah!
No Ceilings
Yeah, no
(Got 'em)

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas, nigga
I'm sippin' on the maple, Aunt Jemima, nigga
And trust me, nigga, you don't want no drama, nigga
Cause I swear we all nuts, John Bobbitt, nigga, woah
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly, nigga
Yeah you see us, we just skatin', you just fallin', nigga, woah

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
She tryna put this money in her stocking
She kinda thick as fuck and got some knockers, woah
My niggas really Blood, and you just spotting whoa
We all over the bread like a Sloppy Joe
And when I'm in the pussy I'm a boss, knock her off
My enemy don't cross the line I draw, respect my art
Man I swear to God, these pussies soft like a moth
Weezy baby, diaper off, different cloth, different thoughts
Sippin' syrup like it's broth, life is short
Tart, fuck his bitch, whip his kids, drive his car
I'm grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas
Just popped a combo, I ain't talkin' bout McDonald's, woah
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas
I'm standin' in the Maybach cause it's topless
I'm standin' at a table full of options
Different bitches, different flavors, different toppings
And we ain't got no traitors in our posse
And really I'm just wavy and I'm saucy
And really I'm amazing and I'm awesome
My whole squad lit, nigga, arson
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly nigga
If you ain't been to Vegas, you ain't party nigga
Shout out to Lil Capito and Marley nigga
I've been fuckin' with them since Atari, nigga
And me, I'm a lil 504 New Orleans nigga
I be in 305 though like a Marlin, nigga
And Hoody, he from Texas, bitches boppin', mane
And since I met him, I ain't ran out of drank, whoa!

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
When we leave H-Town, it's in a fish tank
Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything
Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings
Give it up to real niggas and expose lames
Cold game, got me in the Mulsanne
Killin' these streets, audio drug slang
If you don't collect Ferraris, you ain't poppin', nigga
You could learn Italian in my driveway, bitches
If it ain't OG, I ain't coppin'
Don't smoke, we just throw it in the garbage
Them niggas ain't tough, they just talkin'
Outchea after dark, them niggas targets
Horror movie writer, I be with the monsters
Trill surround us, you might not make it out 'em
Phone calls in the morning, say they found him
Whole hood wanna see what y'all gon' do about it
Rolled up on the front porch at my grandma's house
Watchin' Blood Sport through the screen door
What you know about gunshots? Ever seen war?
I've really seen more than I talk 'bout, nigga
Stuntin' on streets you're scared to drive down
Our town, children be firin' live rounds
Hug the ground 'cause the shit gettin' serious
Fuck around, get killed unintentional
While I'm outchea eatin', nigga, Whole Foods
Rollin' up straight gas, fresh produce
I'm the guy that you go to, criminal smooth
Digital moves, triple the loot
Hopped on the phone, called the lot, "Gimme the coupe"
I thought of Tune, called back, told him, "Give me two"
That's what I do
If you ain't got no Daytons, you ain't poppin', nigga
One time for my low-riders hoppin', nigga
[Outro: Curren$y]
Yeah, eah, eah
Nah, nah nah, nah
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Back to Sleep[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Beep beep, beep beep, beep beeeeep

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, woke up to niggas sounding like me, damn
I smoked one and went my ass right back to sleep, okay
These rappers need some law and order, Ice T, god damn
They can't touch you Tunechi, Poison Ivy, man
I roll up, I'm smoking like some hot tea, yeah
I woke up and couldn't believe I got sleep, damn
You woke up and then you try to live the dream
But before you check yourself, check my history
I ain't never been a stormchaser, or just a fly on the wallpaper
I ain't never been a tailgater, always been a bail-maker
If it heaven sent right now, she gon' give a nigga hell later
If you don't get the shit right now
You gon' love to hate the smell later
I tell her hold up, your pictures don't entice me
She told me pull up, and then she heard a light screech, yeah
I woke up with a white bitch under white sheets
She got a black heart, telling white lies through her white teeth
Black eyes from always tryna fight sleep
Ran into your wifey, she say, "Tunechi, wife me"
Hello, I'm so spicy, I got her sweating like Keith
Though our time brief, she be on me like briefs
Ethika, Ethika, Ethika
Heffanie calling me Hefner
F-ing her all in her exiter
If he textin', I'm killing the messenger
All hail the death in America
Your ex be hatin' like eczema
That nigga fake as a wrestler
I poke him straight in his retina (Pssh)
Anyway baby, I'm feeling ya
Feel like I slipped and I fell in ya
But that nigga slipped and he fell for ya
Gotta be way more careful-er
These niggas no one to everyone
They play too much and never won
He got you a room at the Sheraton
I can get you your own area
Helluva, helluva, helluva
Girl the way you be taking this D from me
You act like you spelling something
Man this D put a spell on her
I'm deadly as my cellular
My diamonds sing like Mahalia
You gotta make a name for yourself
But these niggas fake as an alias
I don't see no comparison, no barbarians
I am not a human being, and you a humanitarian
I ain't trying to get booked again
Don't fuck with no librarians
Fell asleep in her wet pussy
I woke up in that aquarium, hold up
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Woke up to niggas lookin' like me, damn
Throw up and go my ass right back to sleep, ugh
You woke up connected to some IV's
Beep beep, beep beep, beep beeeeep (That's some sick shit)
(Bahh!) I'm a shooting star
But your bitch got me shooting porn, yeah
I've been trying too hard
Wow, wow, I'm a shooting star, yeah
Going too far, yeah
I've been trying too hard, yeah
To fuckin' hide these two horns, damn
6-6-6

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
My friendship with Mack Maine is far, far, far, far, far, far more than a friendship. That's my fuckin' brother. I've known Mack since the hood, Hollygrove. He had the biggest house in the hood, it was right on the corner. I'm not sure if the whole house was theirs but it was huge, and he had a big ol' basketball court on his backyard and everybody used to play ba-, ball in his backyard. And umm, since he lived on the corner, like, you can always go and chill and play basketball on his backyard and then, like, always be right there on the corner in case some shit pop off. So yeah, me and Mack been down since the hood. He went to a good school, I didn't go to a too good school but then we ended up goin' to the same school, the school is actually called Mack Maine, know what I mean, and then, umm, he got known for fuckin' over niggas freestylin'. You know I mean, you know, Mack is cold at ribbin', I don't know if y'all call that roastin' or what all that shit y'all call it, but uh, he cold at that, period. He could tear your ass up, make you cry, make you wan' kill him. That type of shit. He one of them nigga, you know what it is? Still be laughing overtime and actually have you laughing but still mad, that's one of them niggas. So yes, when you know how to do that don't Lord don't let you know how to rhyme and he knew how to rhyme, so he used to kill niggas on that shit so that's how we really jammed up with the music shit. Shout out my nigga Mack2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fresh[Intro: Mannie Fresh & (Lil Wayne)]
No Ceilings 2
No Ceilings Dos
No Ceilings Bisexual, that means two
Freaky! Here we go
(Tunechi)

[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
Tunechi in the building
His house ain't got no ceiling
These hoes, they catchin' feelings
We 'bout to make a billion
Stop that bitch
Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune
Tune, Tune, Tune
Step up to the mic, nigga
Get that bitch right, nigga
Step up to the mic, nigga
Get that bitch right, nigga

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Tunechi
No Ceilings 2, No Ceilings 2
Next to Lil Tunechi you are so minuscule
So pitiful
Dope in the spoon
'Bout to go grizzly bear, no Winnie Pooh
Tunechi
Gun under table
Hand on the Bible
My homies homicidal
You dead on arrival
I'm tatted up, I'm tribal
And I'm duckin' trial
I used to throw my money away, now I recycle
Shout out to the Vice Lords, and to Disciples
That's that gang talk, you need subtitles
We sendin' Scud missiles
Your bitch in love with us
We simply mud sippers
More cane than a cripple
Look I am nobody, 'cause nobody's perfect
Abracadabra, I make a ho out a virgin
I treat her like a servant
Thanks for your service
I'm cold like sherbet
Got it sewed up like a surgeon
It's me and Mannie Fresh back together, bitch we mergin'
The jokes on them and we smirkin'
Man fuck them niggas, they hurtin'
She deep throat like a serpent
I stole out too many purses
Got too many bitches flirtin'
It's No Ceilings 2, curtains
[Hook: Mannie Fresh & (Lil Wayne)]
Tunechi in the building
(I'm in the building)
His house ain't got no ceiling
(Ain't got no ceiling)
These hoes, they catchin' feelings
(They catchin' feelings)
We 'bout to make a billion
Stop that bitch
Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune
Tune, Tune, Tune
Step up to the mic, nigga
Get that bitch right, nigga
Step up to the mic, nigga
Get that bitch right, nigga

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
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I Can Take Your Girl[Hook 1: Lil Wayne]
Now shawty got a man, but I got a plan
Look, homie, I ain't trying to force your hand
But I'ma take your girl
I'ma take your girl

[Hook 2: Drake]
And I can tell you, she wants me
She wants me, she wants me, she wants me
And yes I want her too
I'ma take your girl

[Verse 1: Drake]
I swear to you every time I sees her, I seizure
Keep running through my mind, jog my memories; amnesia
Touch ya, tease ya, nervous? don't freeze up
She let me take control, I run a woman like a Visa
She always run back to me saying he's a
Dog off the leash, he got this other girl Alicia
She tell me she's in hell, I tell her take a breather
I'm nothing like your man, but I can't love you neither
It's wifey over bitches, but money's over her
Cause money's under nothing, my life is such a blur
It's not the way it has to go, it' just what I prefer
And any Young Money nigga I know would concur
Weezy talk to 'em!
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
And she wants me, she wants me yeah
And I want her too, yeah! I want her too

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I'm talkin' 'bout shawty got something about her
Shawty got this thing about her
Shawty got that thing that make you wannna wrap a ring around her
Wanna rap and sing about her
So thats what I does, shit that's what it was
They rub my back in the tub it was me
Yeah, we all buddies
And shawty gots a husband, and everyone knows bout him
But, Fuck him

[Hook 2: Lil Wayne]
And I can tell you, she wants me
She wants me, she wants me, she wants me
And yes I want her too
I'ma take your girl

[Hook 1: Drake]
Shawty got a man, but I got a plan
Listen, homie, I ain't trying to force your hand
But I'ma take your girl
I'ma take your girl
[Bridge: Drake]
And her girls and they girls
Comin' with me yeah, talkin' one on three yeah
They ain't playin no D yeah
Thats cause they playin for me yeah

[Verse 3: Kid-Kid]
Just as long as we know whats good on both ends
I'm loving ya like I'm ya man though we just friends
If ya shy come see me for ya comfortin'
I got a comfortable suite at the Comfort Inn
I tell her
I don't own a boat baby but I can float
And I don't own a plane but there's a mary jane and we can float
Your man ain't worrying about what's going on over here
You could get penalized the way you blowin' below the rear
Now this game like a analog I don't sweat cause it show how fake you are
She stressin', ya she testin' ya, she just tryin' to see what kinda level ya on
You don't make it bounce like a basketball, you ain't even get no ass at all
Now you sittin at the club trying to laugh it off, she done found her mid glam boy
You messin up, you messed up, wasn't easy to clean your Mess up
She found me and I blessed her, I applied to her pressure
She call me a professor, I went gave her her lecture
I bet she says I'm better, than her man was ever

[Hook 1: Drake]
Shawty got a man, but I got a plan
Look, homie, I ain't trying to force your hand
But I'ma take your girl
I'ma take your girl
[Hook 2: Lil Wayne] (x2)
And I can tell you, she wants me
She wants me, she wants me, she wants me
And yes I want her too
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Duck[Produced By Mike WILL Made-it]

[Intro]
What’s happening? Come on man
What’s up with these niggas man?
Yeaahh
Nigga Millz with that New York shit man
One time for my nigga T in this bitch
Yeah, tired of these niggas me

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I can make her do tricks
Make the bitch do splits
Write your name on a bullet like a gift
I’m Saint Nick
Overdosing off the dough
Comatosing on the low
Keep my hands on some coke
Like Guns n’ Roses, rock n’ roll
The guns we tote is not for show
Welcome to the murder show
Welcome to the murder capital
That’s capital NO
That’s New Orleans
It’s you or me
If that’s so, you gotta go
You drop the gun
I drop the world
I drop some cash
You drop the soap
Rep that soowoo dada-do
I just got Bluetooth on my stove
You don’t wan try me like Dej Loaf
Yeah I know, I know, I know
My Spanish ho she love me so
She say “amor amor amor”
These lil boys don’t want no war
Them toy soldiers, G.I. Joe
Mystical
Here I go, here I go
Vehicle, Diablo
All black, white seats, piano
Yeah you're from Santiago
You don’t want no fiasco
We don’t do Donnie Brasco
And tell your crew I said let’s go
Tell your crew I said leggo
[Hook: Shanell]
Oh it’s way past midnight
Shadows in them streetlights
Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like
A bitch ain’t got a whole team right
Yeah ahh
He think that he gone take it from me
He said I should give it up cause he got money
Told him I don’t think that I can please ya
But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
All of my niggas is real, all of my niggas is solid
All of my money is in rubber bands, I do not carry a wallet
All of my bitches stay ready, soon as I walk in she gon pop it
Everyday I be floating, forever on autopilot
If that nigga ain’t got my money though
Wrap him up like a mummy though
Regular wolves howl at the moon
My wolves come out when it’s sunny though
My niggas ain’t got no words with police
You tell the cops what they wanna know
This shit right here is my dummy flow
No Ibaka but I bring that thunder though
Your girl a jumpoff, I holler "Geronimo"
Slam in that pussy like dominos
That boy Millz he got beats and all kinds of flows
What you think Weezy signed me for?
Stayed down and I’m still down
True definition of loyal
My style timeless, my style vintage, Crown Royal
From birth to now, heart Big like L, Notorious, and Pun
I want what I deserve, and some
Yeah I’m ballin’ - And 1
All my niggas outside with me
All my niggas down the ride with me
And every freak that that I ever meet
Gotta fuck my girl if she slide with me
That’s word
[Hook: Shanell]
Oh it’s way past midnight
Shadows in them streetlights
Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like
A bitch ain’t got a whole team right
Yeah ahh
He think that he gone take it from me
He said I should give it up cause he got money
Told him I don’t think that I can please ya
But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
We kick down the door, said it before
We did not come round to play games with you niggas
They say you nobody til somebody kills ya
Well I’m bout to make you a famous lil nigga
No game in this killer, murder he wrote
Can get life behind bars with these murderous quotes
The flow is like meth, it’s like crack, it’s like heroin
Yes I am spitting this dope
I am the future, I’m seeing right through you
I’m so New Orleans but I do not know voodoo
My piece will come face-to-face with you like Oovoo
Have niggas searching for you like it’s Google, I’m brutal
I’ve been slept on for a long time
Been patient for a minute, now I want mine
I hear a lot of niggas talking down
I’ma put my mothafuckin foot where the sun don’t shine
Can’t rhyme in a cypher like this
I’ve been rockin with the best
They don’t put me on the list
I’m an underground king
Underrated in the streets favorite
Every street corner gonna speak bout this
Rest in peace Pimp C
Still got the muddy cup full of Morgan Freeman
Yep, lean on me
Like Wu Tang, cash rules everything around me
You know I got the cream on me
Gun barrel smoking like hydro
Middle fingers up, fuck five-o
Still repping B's like a H-town nigga
When I’m finished in this bitch call Geico
You looking at a god man, I put that on the Bible
Killin’ everything fuck rivals
Hundred round drum on the stick
When I let the bitch off man it sound like pyro
[Hook: Shanell]
Oh it’s way past midnight
Shadows in them streetlights
Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like
A bitch ain’t got a whole team right
Yeah ahh
He think that he gone take it from me
He said I should give it up cause he got money
Told him I don’t think that I can please ya
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Russian Roulette[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, Mula, uh

[Chorus: Leah Marie & Lil Wayne]
I pray so hard for my enemies
I wish them well with no other intent (Amen)
Life is not promised, no guarantee
No guarantee, but you get what you get
It's like Russian roulette (Yeah)
It's like Russian roulette (Baow)
It's like Russian roulette (Yeah, baow)
No guarantees, but you get what you get

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah nigga, pistol to your ear nigga
Have my big homie kill your lil' nigga
We heard the bricks comin' on the boat
We at the dock, we at the pier nigga
You won't even spot or hear niggas
But when they get here nigga, we gon' pop up and appear nigga
On some DMX shit, we gon' be like, "We right here, nigga"
Even though we right here, we far away, we light years nigga
And my AK got diarrhea nigga
I'm promethazine, mixed with gasoline, mixed with antifreeze
And you just some light beer nigga
Sig Sauer spit a wig for ya, sip oil better than an oil rig, dig?
All your bust downs sparklin' like foil
And the coke got me sweatin', keep a towel on my shoulder
Like I used to coach the Georgetown Hoyas
I would walk down and draw down on you
Tell your woadies pray for you
And your shooters better be some fuckin' Golden State Warriors
I'm gettin' older, other day I told my soldiers
Spare nothin' except the strollers, but my heart used to be colder
Never sober so a nigga prolly higher when he sober
I be higher than the Solar System, get rich and control the system
I was servin' it like, Anna Kournikova
From a Nissan Pathfinder, now I have to find a chauffer
I got alphabet bitches, I do numbers, I do digits
I hear gunshots at my door, hold on, who is it?
[Chorus: Leah Marie & Conway the Machine]
I pray so hard for my enemies
I wish them well with no other intent
Life is not promised, no guarantee
No guarantee, but you get what you get
It's like Russian roulette
It's like Russian roulette
It's like Russian roulette (Hold on, right)
No guarantees, but you get what you get (Uh, look)

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
You niggas do anything for fame and clout
What would you do for your freedom? Might give a statement out
I'm from a city nobody think they'd make it out
Got a key and a Glock, I took the paper route
Gave my people the block, straightened out
And I'll be back by mornin'
Whip the bricks until your back side's soarin'
I just bust the AP, that's a fact, mind's water for my bracelet
Dropped twenty like Jordan on a bad night, scorin'
'Gnac pourin', I just pulled up in a matte white foreign
Stick got a drum in the beam and the flashlight on it, yikes
Yeah, my shit's bad like Lauryn, I ran into her
On my last night tourin', I'm a mack, like, hol' up

[Chorus: Leah Marie & Benny The Butcher]
I pray so hard for my enemies
I wish them well with no other intent
Life is not promised, no guarantee
No guarantee, but you get what you get
It's like Russian roulette
It's like Russian roulette
It's like Russian roulette (Butcher comin', nigga)
No guarantees, but you get what you get
[Verse 3: Benny The Butcher]
Bust it down 'til the scale break, did a buck thirty on the beltway
Caught a bomb, Travis Kelce, 'fore we touch down, it's a tailgate
Piece lookin' like a milkshake, had to back up, give myself space
Fake statements and my health straight
I can't give a fuck what no one else say
So deep, it's like a jailbreak when the coupe slide down MLK
That's a bulletproof CLK, fire lands on the shelf case
Turned felons into executives, made a half a mil' and it felt great
Y'all niggas just a lil' late, got a big house on a lil' lake
And we both know how the smoke go
Shots peel straight through a steel plate
Never throw stones when you know
You livin' in a glass house like you Bill Gates
Good on both coasts like I'm LJ, Bape store out in LA
Bougie nigga even when I'm dead
Cause I'ma die and get to hell late, ugh

[Outro: Leah Marie]
I pray so hard for my enemies
I wish them well with no other intent
Life is not promised, no guarantee
No guarantees, but you get what you get3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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This What I Call Her(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 I'mma 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...

[Verse 1]
Miss Butter pecan caramel southern bell
She hotter than a summer day in hell
I'm under her spell, she say her name is Chantel
She say she got a man, I can't tell
Because when we be rockin'
We get it poppin like a Amstel, like
Right up in the hotel, maybe the stairwell
She blows kisses to my handheld
She an angel her name should be An-gel ' I'm Blessed '
I kill her wit the rich man smell
She got a wet manhole and ya mans fell whoa
I slipped in her inkwell
I saw jelly fishes seashells, no further details
I love the smell of a female
And you're one hell of a female I'm tellin' ya female
Get in the CL and let it be sweet sailin' and late night e-mailin'
Ooh she feel me, Ooh Fee Fee I think she feels me
[Verse 2]
Okay, I called her on a late night it was late right
I was on her ass like some brakelights
But I ain't stop for the redlights
We get it poppin' til the blue and red lights come knockin'
Neighbors keep trippin, we keep fuckin
Sex revolution, baby I'm comin
Down the hallway that lead to your stomach,mami
I'mma keep pumpin till you scream Young Money
And me and you're boyfriend is not the same
I goes down like the stock exchange, and the I bring it up
'Scuse me, I drink it up, I leave you soakin' wet from ya ankle up
Shucks, I'm too much, Fee I'm too much

[Outro]
I'm too much
Baby girl you could call me a slut
Yea, you could call me a slut baby
I be yo slut baby
Yea, I'm too much
Young Money mother fucker
We about to rule the world
Well if not, we about to rule the girls
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Cash Money MillionairesI keep pimpin
I keep pimpin
I keep I, I keep pimpin
I, I, I keep pimpin

[Verse 1]
I got a bitch in the back, got a ho in the front
One cookin the crack, one rollin da blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you lookin' fa that holla at cha boy
I'm a m-m-mack mack a p-p-pimp
I sp-sp-sp-spit out shrimp
I pull up clean I get out limp
I walk like (?)
I talk like bi, bitch get chere
Best playa on my team when I ball women cheer
And they love the way I come out wit the gear
This jacket these shoes don't come out this year
So if you love ya girl don't let her come out this year
If you leave her out there then she comin out here
And that ain't fair but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin Cash Money Millionaire Yeah!

[Hook x2]
Who you think you fuckin wit (Bitch!)
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit I'm serious bout this pimpin shit
[I'm a motherfuckin Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire...]
[Verse 2]
I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I
Give it to my ho she gon bring back mo'
Not a.. minute go she ain't gettin that loot
And if you ain't got no money she ain't gettin at you
I like em sexy high yellow if you fit in that shoe
Ooh boo you can come and get in that coupe
Take a hit of that fruit, get high with Wayne
Fly with Birdman Jr., wave hi to planes
Say bye to lanes don't buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit my money I'm a lynch ya ass
I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me bitch Oh!
Wipe me down cause I'm filthy rich
If gettin moneys a crime then I'm guilty bitch
And that ain't fair but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin Cash Money Millionare Yeah!

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 3]
I sit low in the car, sit high in the truck
Lay at the front of the plane, lay at the back of the bus
Got ladies fa days, got women fa months
Leave ya girl at home I made 21
Got that thing on chrome blade 21
Got them thangs inside make me empty one
Pull it ova to the side by a pretty one, like
Whats good mami come make a cloud yo pillow, come fly wit me
My diamonds sing, my weed is rap
Call me Weezy Da King or call me Weezy Da Crack
If pimpin is dead then I'm bringin it back
Matter fact it neva died so I take that back
If ya shoes too small shawty take that back
Cause you gon walk all day till you make that back
And that ain't fair but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin Cash Money Millionaire Yeah!
(hook) 2x

Who you think you fuckin wit....(repeats)

Whats really good moma. Its ya boy W.a.e.z.y.F. Baby
So high in the sky I'm so fly watch out fa the power lines ya know!
Get wit me...One
Pimp Daddy!

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Staring at the World[Intro]
Weed and syrup, yeah
Who we is? Young Mooolah, baby!
Got that right shorty
Bigg D on the track!

[Hook]
I'm just, staring at the world
From a Cadillac window, baby
Hoping this girl in my passenger don't act funny with me
Get her to my home, we get naked like some new born babies
I'm ready to perform and she's gon' be my audience
And she said "Bravo"
And I said "I know"
And she said "Encore"
Girl, I'm really big on you
So what you wanna do?
Too fly you need a parachute
But that just means you're falling in love

[Verse 1]
In love with a skater
Five six seven, man, I already ate her
She had a coffee mug and a pair of Uggs
Got some makeup on my shirt when she gave me a hug
Shorty got me open
Pussy so good wish I could smoke it
Where your mans at?
Remember me like this one time at band camp, yeah!
Like that man, she on my mind all day, check my CAT scan
Hey, where you going with all that?
I fuck her till she whine and then I drink a tall glass
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Girl you gon' make me take you
To your desired destination
Left leg, right leg, segregation
Cause I know you like that shit, cause I love that shit
Girl that's my hole, I dug that ditch
And when it gets cold, I'm there for her to hold
She climbs my pole, beat that pussy like she stole something
And she so fine
From the front from the side from behind
Pop that pussy like a cork and I'mma fuck you till you whine

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Plastic Bag[Intro]
Yeah, uh-huh, No Ceilings 2

[Hook]
Yeah, get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
You flashed all night nigga, you deserve it
Get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag

[Verse 1]
Go ahead, take a nigga cash
You flashed all night nigga, you deserve it
Get a bitch with ass
Drop her off at the nigga pad
Now she goin' through the nigga's stash
You slept all night nigga, you deserve it
Get a Jason mask
Run up in this shit and scare his ass
Where the drugs nigga? Where the cash?
His whole face sand white, we pistol whip it purple
Yeah, pistol whip it purple
Two words, on sight
Yeah, two words, on sight
Yeah, two words, on sight
It's gon' be a murder
Every time you see me, you know Mack be there
You know Hood be there, you know T be there
Family affair, don't you even dare
No, I double dare you to leave your chair
I'm gon' leave you there, I don't even care
And I'm killin' shit, white sheet affair
Gun on my shoulder like Tinker Bell
Take a nigga's shit, sell a nigga's shit
Make some extra money for the holidays
Merry Christmas nigga, I got gifts for niggas
In the back of my big body sleigh
I got pussy set up any time of day
Get you pussies set up any time of day
And your comrades better be about that
Combat like Johnny Cage
Oh you stuntin'? I don't like that shit nigga
I don't like that shit, nigga
I don't like that bitch nigga
And that bitch he with give me mixed signals
Oh yea, there's a lot of bitch niggas
I'm goin' down a list nigga
We stole a lot of base, yeah-yeah
We got a lot of hits, nigga
Alright, we don't fuck with switch hittas
Throw 'em in a river, let the fish get 'em
I'm comin' with the street sweeper
Like a motherfuckin' witch nigga
Like, what nigga, which nigga
Like, a young nigga, rich nigga
Like cremate or coffin
Or motherfuckin' ditch, nigga? Ugh
[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
You left a trace, now my niggas all up in your place
Now it ain't no money in the safe
Got to do a nigga like Ace
Yeah, go ahead get a plastic bag
Keep your fake jewelry, I need all the cash
Like you shaved your face, go up in your stash
I get stomach aches, throw up in the lab
Got a plastic bag, fuck navigation
Nigga, we a sack
No Ceilings Dos, this is that
Yeah, I hear 'em talkin', talkin' this and that
I'm still in the mall, buyin' this and that
And my bitch stay with a different bag
Yeah, I'm in my zone in a different bag
They'll find your body parts in different bags
Hold up
Before rap they was check to check
We was pack to pack
And my girl was blonde now she back to black
We in the Benz bumpin Back To Back
Smokin' loud, poppin' pills, back to back
And I'mma fuck her from the back after that
She hit the bathroom then pass a rag
And to the money, yeah I'm back to that
Yeah, Young Money over everything
And I mean everything, that's on everything
Niggas get caught and tell everything
With the Weeknd vocals, I'll never sing
Yeah, two words, on sight nigga
I push the button, green light nigga
To the upper room, here's your flight nigga
Even if it's morning, good night, nigga
Blaow
[Outro]
Get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Go 'head take the nigga's stash
And the money danced all night nigga, you deserved it
Get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Nigga, you dabbed all night nigga, stop twerkin'
Aww yeah, aww yeah
You put on a show all night, now it's curtains, yeah
Two words, on sight
Two words, on sight
Two words, on sight
Nigga, it's a murder, aw yeah
Every time you see me I know Millz gone be there
I know Stevie there
Family affair
Aw, yeah
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Nigga, you danced all night nigga, you deserved it
Nigga, you deserved it
Police gon' be searchin'
We gon' be in your shit splurgin'
Aw yeah, aw yeah
We in your shit splurgin'
We in your shit splurgin'
We watched you all night nigga, you deserved it5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Get Down[Intro: Birdman & Lil Wayne]
Weezy
What up pop. What up pop
Fuck what they heard it's what they need to know nigga
(They sayin C.A.R.T.E.R. yep!)
Ya feel me. Hey nigga we done built this shit from the ground up now homie
Believe that daddy. It ain't no lookin back from here. We too strong

[Chorus]
And that's the only way we get down (We get down)
Cause that's the only way we was taught (We was taught)
And everything we got we bought (We bought)
And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark yea)
And that's the only way we get down (We get down)
And that's the only way we was taught (We was taught)
And everything we got we bought (We bought)
And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark fuck a law Oh!)
Cause that's the only way we get down

[Verse 1]
I down down a brother we ain't cut from the same cloth you Downy soft
Bullets separate ya body compound a busta
I'mma find ya if ya hidin' I'm a bounty hunter
In ya home puttin' dick all down ya woman
You come home we in the bedroom countin' money
I bring her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothin'
I say Birdman Birdman what's good today
We ain't never let them niggas take our food away
And we recognize real and got a rude awakenin'
And woke up together and our life was better
I'm the Cash Money son I never like fa cheddar
Not a rat though hat low Nike is leather
Lil maw twist to get my life together
Ya bitch meet me at the bar and we night together Cut!
[Chorus]
And that's the only way we get down (We get down)
Cause that's the only way we was taught (We was taught)
And everything we got we bought (We bought)
And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark yea)
And that's the only way we get down (We get down)
And that's the only way we was taught (We was taught)
And everything we got we bought (We bought)
And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark fuck a law Oh!)
Cause that's the only way we get down

[Verse 2]
Throw my weight like Sherman Klump
I gotta hold up my estate like Donald Trump
And I aim kinda straight when it's time to pump
I bring the pump when it's time to punk
Wrapped around my waist like a cummerbund
Don't make a nigga pump (clap clap) you up!
I come in that new thing she threw up
Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean yo' shoe up
I'm rich as fuck and I never blew up
Business mug gotta get my loot up
Bet ya bitch get fucked if I ever met her
Bet ya ditch get dug you ever step up
One by one I push 'em down
Fat bullet fat head make a pussy sound
Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground
I'm straight from a crooked town
Like that bitch!
[Chorus]
And thats the only way we get down (We get down)
Cause thats the only way we was taught (We was taught)
And everything we got we bought (We bought)
And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark yea)
And thats the only way we get down (We get down)
And thats the only way we was taught (We was taught)
And everything we got we bought (We bought)
And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark fuck a law Oh!)
Cause thats the only way we get down

[Verse 3]
I give my arms and my legs to the game I'm ahead of the game
I dead any mane if he said any thing but it's cool as long as nigga paid when he came
And I'm a fool wit the flame and the 'caine
Cut it just a little bit but the drain stay the same yea
Young Wayne and the pain and the stain still remain
On the chest where the four made a mess, yes
I'm still here in the flesh 21 year old legend I'mma live way after my death
I sacrifice whateva that's left
I give ya'll the last of my breath like..(exhales)
Write it down take a picture record a copy
Press pause only way you stop me fucker
I'mma get mine and make you not me
Spit wine at ya face if you watch me bitch!
[Chorus]
And that's the only way we get down (We get down)
Cause that's the only way we was taught (We was taught)
And everything we got we bought (We bought)
And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark yea)
And that's the only way we get down (We get down)
And that's the only way we was taught (We was taught)
And everything we got we bought (We bought)
And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark fuck a law Oh!)
Cause that's the only way we get down

[Outro]
And that's the only way we gettin down nigga Cash Money CMB man
You already know we here neva left fuck 'em
See me if you got a problem boy
I'm at home all day man. It's not a game
Stunna, what's really good wit 'em we ain't neva let 'em take our food away
Fresh you nasty on this on dawg. Ugh
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Never Mind[Pre-Chorus]
I'm a pimp under pressure, but it's necessary
Treat a bad fish better than a veterinary
Never treat a secondary sweet as February
I could turn a bestie into a adversary
I tried, no, really, really, I tried
Although I'm really, really up, I'm
Still gonna give you all my downtime
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I, I, got a lot on my mind
To my slime, don't be surprised if I cry, I cry
He say "Why?" I say "Why?"
He say "Damn, my nigga, never mind," oh no
That's why I just get high
I light one and watch time go by, go, go
Is this love, is it lust, is it drugs?
All I know is I tried
Is it love, is it lust, is it drugs?
All I know is I tried

[Verse 1]
Thought I was done tryna love
I guess I love tryna love, hey
Not so careful, but today, I just don't care
Dye my hair
We so faded, we can't make it up my stairs
We fuck right there
Not so lucky, but tonight, I just crapped out
Vegas sucks, I'm still gambling with her, no protection
Protect what?
'Cause I'm me, I'm the one she sells her soul to
That's because she knows, I don't buy dreams
I'm the one, she comes and goes
But whatever, who knows?
Nigga, not me
I'm the one she does the most
So when she do the most
At least, the most, at least
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm a pimp under pressure, but it's necessary
Treat a bad bitch better than a veterinary
Eat a bad bitch 'less she got that hairy, hairy
I could take her ex out of her vocabulary

[Chorus]
I, yeah got a lot on my mind
Tell my slime, don't be surprised if I cry, I cry
He say "Why?" I say "Why?"
He say "Damn, my nigga, never mind," oh no
That's why I just get high
I light one and watch time go by, go, go
Is this love, is it lust, is it drugs?
All I know is I tried
No, really, really, I tried
Although I'm really, really up, I'm
Still gonna give you all my downtime
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey

[Verse 2]
We ain't no junkies, but today, we're like Snow White
Whatever we like, she don't judge me
Though I may need her to be the one to give me life
'Cause I'm me, I'm the one she sells her soul to
That's because she knows, I don't buy dreams
I'm the one, she comes and goes
But whatever, who knows? Not me
I'm the one she does the most
So when she do the most
At least, the most, at least
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Never mind
[Outro]
I, I, got a lot on my mind
To my slime, don't be surprised if I cry, I cry
He say "Why?" I say "Why?"
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Get Ya Gat[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
To all you rich-ass niggas, all you rich-ass niggas
Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
I went from rich man, nigga
Straight to henchman, nigga
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
To all you rich-ass niggas, all you rich-ass niggas
Kickin' back, gettin' fat, gettin' tats

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
And to your fuckboy posse
With they tough boy posture
It's an act
They ain't never got your back
You gettin' jacked
You ain't never gettin' it back
You gettin' wacked
You ain't never comin' back
And cuttin' em slack
We ain't never done 'em that
No
We ain't never did 'em that
And we don't go
Tit for tat
We just Blat
Now he exposed
When we snap
Picture that
He decomposed
He smell like cat
In the trap
Oh
I go psycho
I go rhino
I know his whole side know
My whole fuckin' bio
I'm a K-I-L-L-L-E-R, no typo
I'm a dino
I'm  the kind of nigga that don't give a flying fuck
About another clique but us
Who fly as us?
We flyin' up
Who wanna fuck with us?
Who signin' up?
'Cause I know my clique tough as tusks
That's on a hippopotamus
And I know I'mma sip that stuff
I can't say this is not a must
I must say this shit kinda tough
But fuck it, nigga, bottom's up
Pause
I got time to fuck
So I'mma hit little mama up
And I got millions to blow
And I got Milian to blush
I got Millis, .44's
And I got military guns
And them bitches 'bout to go
Bop-bop like January 1
Got some bitches on the floor
And when I piss they drink it up
I'mma shit on everyone
That shit gon' feel like Kingdom Come
Told my bitch that she the one
And bitch I’m still Miss Cita’s son
And I'm triple OG
My Own Girl, Goon, and Gun
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
To all you rich-ass niggas, and you bitch-ass niggas
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
And tell your fuckboy posse, while you stuntin' we be mobbin'
And we strapped with the gat in all black
So where you at, where you at, where you at?
Yeah, where they at, where they at, where they at?
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat

[Verse 2: Lucci Lou]
Yeah, get the gat, get the gat, get the gat
When you a rich little nigga, pussy niggas plot to jack
Where they at, where they at, where they at?
Bitch try to take mine, I'm sendin' bullets through ya back
I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G
Copped the coupe and the wheels, first day I hit the streets
I match the rags with the mags and the seats
And I be saucin' on these niggas so it all match my sneaks
Damn, you know how east niggas do shit
.40 on my left, on my right a new bitch
Yesterday a ho was trippin' so she gotta go
One thing about pimpin', man, motherfuck a ho
Me and Hoody talkin' cocaine
For the sniffers or the niggas who want whole thangs
Oh man, feel the trigger, make it go bang
So keep a gat, and if they ask, we don't know names
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
To all you rich-ass niggas, and you bitch-ass niggas
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
And tell your fuckboy posse, while you stuntin' we be mobbin'
And we strapped with the gat in all black
So where you at, where you at, where you at?
And where they at, where they at, where they at?
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat

[Verse 3: HoodyBaby]
All this white powder
Screaming "White power"
Young Money, Bad Boys
Fat Mike Lowry
Woah
I might shoot up your Ferrari nigga
Oh
Tell your passenger I'm sorry nigga
My young niggas screaming
"Put me in the game, Coach"
Chopper bullets rain
You gon' need a raincoat
My little homie, he got stripes like a Bengal
I got a nephew named Killer, he an Angel
Get money, stay real, that's the game plan
I got a bad bitch and all she do is gang bang
My college ho, on the low, she do the same thing
I got a stripper with a gat and a fat cat
Breakin' niggas off, all my homies call her Kit-Kat
Yeah, she let you hit that
Bet she bring your shit back
Sleepin' with them hoes, get you tied up and kidnapped
Killers at your door, nigga, knock-knock, click-clack
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
And load it up, load it up, load it up
Where your fuckboy posse, where they at?
Niggas fuck, niggas fuck, niggas fuck
Yeah, shake that ass ho, shake, shake
Shake that ass ho, shake, shake
Shake that ass ho, shake, shake
Shake that ass ho, shake, shake
Shake-shka-shake-shka-shake shake that ass
Shake-shka-shake-shka-shake shake that ass
Say dicksuckin' ho, nutsuckin' ho
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin' but hoes
You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
You ain't got no job, now you want me to trick
But I'm a nigga with a rock hard bone
And I'm takin' one of these hoes home, yeah
I'm a nigga with a rock hard bone
And I'm takin' one of these hoes home, yeah
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For the Night[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Don't get me wrong, bitch get me right
Don't blow up my phone, no dynamite
She give me them jaws, that shark don't bite
Pussy I eat, don't feed me lies
She say that she gay, I say "hooray" (Yeah)
You just my type (Yeah), I love them dykes (Yeah)
I'm on a pill, she done some white (Shit)
Her thong was red, yeah, I run the light (Nyum)

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
IG, TikTok, nope, she say she saw me on Triller, yeah
Squad up, squadzilla, yeah
Throw a three hundred thou' out the window, yeah, uh
I'm rich but I'm slimey, go low on lil' mami
I look up, and she say she finna cum
I say "Yeah, I know," she say "Please take it slow"
And I hit her with the E-40 flow
This triple X-Rated, that triple-stacked ecstacy pill make her cum 'til she come undone
She put coke on my dick and her tongue get numb
She too numb to talk shit, she can't pump her gums
I flew to Paris just to say "bonjour"
Flew to Amsterdam just to smoke the good
Flew to Napa Valley just to taste the grapes
Flew to H-Town just to get an eight
I got the industry wanna be me
The same imagery, all I see is lil' me
I'm in the Rolls Royce with her doonies
Dripping all this milkshake on them Kelis
Like bling in the light
She wanna fuck on the king, not a knight
I pick her up, put her feet in the sky
When we fuck, sound like Tina and Ike
I put some cum in her drink, now it's spiked
She 'bout to drink it like white wine
Can't cry over spilled milk, but that cum look like milk in her mouth
If she spill it, I might cry
Pop the coco, some Rosé, Dom Pérignon
I pull up with a hoe out a catalogue
Drop her off then go pick up her famo
Knock her off, take her shit, then I vamos
Gucci links from the rocks as a choker
Matching bracelet and watch, I'm supposed to
R.I.P. to the Pop, make me smoke ya
S-A-P for the opp, buenos noches
M-O-B to the mob, cosa nostra
L-I-T and I'm high as the voltage
Extra lean, extra pot, extra dosage
Extra cream in the crop, that's the potion
Extra clips, extra shots at your soldiers
Seventeen in the Glock, no emotion
Extra bang, extra pop and explosion
Turn his body to ash, he need lotion
The clock always wrong but I'm right on time
It's Blood gang, bitch, we ball, yeah, like five on five
Fuck that, I'll pop me a seal, pour up a line
You know I got No Ceilings, so touch the sky
Yeah, ho, touch the sky
[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
Little Wayne, No Ceilings 3 (3)
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I’m Good[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Uhh... Uh
No Ceilings, nigga
Got T in here, Fuq' in here
Streets in here, Lucc' in here
We in here, biatch!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay
Boston Red Sox cap
I get baseball money
Used to do it big
But now bitch I do it Paul Bunyan
Cincinnati Reds cap
Skinny jeans, black Chucks
Hollywood shotgun
Watch me make it act up
Saints cap
New car
Paint that
If it ain't black
Red light
Press a button
Make the top faint back
That was tough
So are us
No such thing as sobered up
You closed-minded
I shoot you in your head
I'll bet you open up
High yellow woman
With her hair to her ass
Bring her home
Fuck her like a bear then I crash
And when it comes to head
I get that head of the class
I got them green backs
Like I laid in the grass
Lucci be my nigga
The East up in the buildin'
Young Mula ba—
The blank's already filled in
Fire alarm dick, them bitches wanna pull
Weezy Baby, nigga, I ain't just good
Motherfucker, I'm
[Hook: Lucci Lou]
I'm Goooooood
I'm Goooooood
I'm Goooooood
(No Ceilings)
I'm Goooooood

[Verse 2: Lucci Lou]
Yea
Still no job bitch, but I ain't hurtin
Phone still ringin, so I'm still workin
Got coke for the snorters, drank if you slurpin
Even got a couple pills for if your back hurtin
Uhh, they call me Mr. Pharmaceutical
I'm gettin money every time I'm in the studio
I'm gettin money bitch even when I do a show
I get the money even if I have to sue a ho
That's how the game go
East side play it cold
We love the new coupes
We love our necks froze
You couldn't be me if you could
Weezy Baby, Lucci Lou, and we good

[Hook: Lucci Lou]
I'm Goooooood
I'm Goooooood
I'm Goooooood
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Trouble[Intro: Leah Kunkel Sample]
City streets, that's where I learned
Play with fire, you get burned
When the heat was on, I turned
Turned to trouble... trouble

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, C3, yeah
New Orleans baby
A street called Eagle
And everybody's ill
Yeah, ill-egal
People steal cars
We steal people
We eat like dogs
But we still people
And even when ya lost
Trouble still see you
And even if ya dead broke
We are still equal
One time for the lil people
Eat ya meal, don't let ya meal eat you
(I run with trouble...)
StreetRunner we crazy with this one
I, run, with, trouble
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
And just the other day my nigga Chris killed his self
I pray to God that I never feel the way he felt
Where do we go when there's no help?
He figured heaven, so he went left
Y'all know that ain't right
Plus he was high as a plane on that same night
Shit I probably been on that same flight
Shit I probably had that same fight
I just kept swinging
Twelve rounds coming, bells ringing
(I run with trouble...)
Introduced to the game when I was just a child
Mama loved a drug dealer, straight quit her job
They took his life
And along with him I died
And she died
We died
Then came my daughter to my bedside
Told me "Daddy, don't cry, I'm alive"
I look her in the eyes
And see me with no sins
But this is how the note ends

[Bridge: Lil Wayne & (Leah Kunkel Sample)]
(I have walked a bitter line
Chosen second over cheap wine)
Ya know
Just kick it back
(Still I look for brighter times)
I can't call it
(I run with trouble...)
Ya know? Heheh
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
The tooly poke out the jeans
The coke smell just like a bunch of coffee beans
Ya na mean?
And everything ain't what it seem
Ya na mean?
And don't play that game without your team
Kill for my bread, kill for my cheese, kill for my cream
I will have that red beam on high beam
Now I hear sirens
Wait I think I see one behind me
I ain't trippin baby, money got me
(I run with trouble...)
And fuck the police, fuck the feds too
I ain't jumpin' in that jumpsuit
A one-two, I'm on my one-two
Check me out
I fuck around and check you
Respect due
Pay yours nigga
Mine's under the seat
By my feet
Where yours nigga?
Too much hoarse liquor huh
Too much pressure, too much force
Too much money
You never heard that before
Shit
And we stop the snitches at the door
Cut that tail off the rat
He won't rat no more
(I run with trouble...)
That's right
Get trapped fuckin' with my cheese
Keep shooting 'til I burn my sleeves
Nigga, please
These boys is Gs
Represent New Orleans like a fleur-de-lis
Shit
What you know about it
We more than thieves
Steal from the rich
So the poor can eat
Niggas act up
My niggas act accordingly
Hey soldier, don't war with me
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Paradice[Verse 1]
Moolah babe
She was a young girl in pursuit of glory and fame
She would do anything she could to feel the flame
When everybody know your move and the things you pay
She finally made all her dreams come true and then she screamed

[Chorus]
Oh no, this ain't paradise! Oh no, this ain't paradise!
Oh no, this ain't paradise! (Yeah)
Oh no, this ain't paradise! Oh no, this ain't paradise!
You know, this ain't paradise

[Verse 2]
He was a young boy in pursuit of money and fame
And he would do anything he could to kill the pain
When everybody know your moves, they speak of your name
And oh, all over the late night local news I heard him scream

[Chorus]
Oh no, this ain't paradise! Oh no, this ain't paradise!
Oh no, this ain't paradise! (Yeah)
Oh no, this ain't paradise! Oh no, this ain't paradise!
You know, this ain't paradise

[Bridge]
Woah
I say the sun don't shine forever (Oh oh oh oh oh)
And everything that glitter ain't gold (Ahhh)
I say love don't love forever (Oh oh oh oh oh)
And everything that's new gets old (Rahhhhh)
[Verse 3]
Sometimes we try to find the road to the riches
Need roadside assistance
Blisters on my knees, from beggin' for forgiveness
Ain't no dollars on my trees, but mileage on my feet
'Cause I been climbin' to the peak, and runnin' from the bullshit
I'm tired of playin' the same song, who told the DJ bring it back?
Dead Presidents, bullet in Abraham Lincoln hat
Starin' at big poster, I swear that he be winkin' back
Cut school, sell crack, sorry I'm just thinkin' back
Call me crazy, I've been called worse
It's like I have it all, but what's it all worth?
Ha ha, I'm probably better in my afterlife
I should cherish life, but this just ain't paradise

[Outro]
Oh no, this ain't paradise! Oh no, this ain't paradise!
Oh no, this ain't paradise! (Oh, ohh ohh ohh)
This ain't paradise; no, this ain't paradise
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Prostitute 2That's right
Um, I wouldn't care if you was a prostitute
And that you hit every man that you ever knew
See it, wouldn't make a difference if that was way before me and you, girl
And you won't never have to worry about me, as long as you keep it real
Whatever's on your mind, speak on how you feel and
Stay truthful to me and never lie to me
And don't you ever keep no secrets, no matter...
Know what I mean... yeah
Well if you don't then I'll explain

[Verse 1]
Listen
I wouldn't care if you was a prostitute
And that you hit every man that you ever knew
See it, wouldn't make a difference if that was way before me and you girl
And you won't never have to worry about me, long as you keep it real
Whatever's on your mind, speak on how you feel
Stay truthful to me and never lie to me
And don't you ever keep no secrets, no matter whatever
You know what I mean yeah
Well if you don't then I'll explain
You could be Mrs. Wayne
And we could do the damn thang
Had to tell my brother Maine I met a girl like you
And I ain't never met another girl like you
But I know what to do with a girl like you, I do
I wouldn't care if you was a prostitute
And hit every man that you ever knew
See it, wouldn't make a difference if that was way before me and you girl
And you won't never have to worry about me, long as you keep it real
Whatever's on your mind, speak on how you feel
And stay true for me and never lie to me
And don't you ever keep no secrets, no matter whatever
You know what I mean yeah
Well if you don't then I'll explain
See I'd give up the game
At the top of the arena there's a jersey with my name, baby
What's happening baby? What's happening baby?
I know you need to roll with a champion baby
And every time I see you I get asthma baby
Like *exhales* that's my baby

I wouldn't care if you was a prostitute
And that you hit every man that you ever knew
See it, wouldn't make a difference if that was way before me and you girl
And you won't never have to worry about me, long as you keep it real
Whatever's on your mind, speak on how you feel
And stay true for me and never lie to me
And don't you ever keep no secrets, no matter whatever
You know what I mean yeah
Uhh, yeah, uhh, yeah-uhh, see cause
I ain't the kind that kiss and tell
But my man say that he really know you well
But I don't care, I wanna know you for my damn self
Yeah, and even though Stunna say you scandalous
And you're known to go from one man to the next
I don't care what he say, no I don't care what he say
Because, they can say what they want girl
But they will never change my views
Cause they would never know you the way that I know you
And I'm trying to share to rest of my whole life with you
And if it gotta be a down, so be it baby
And if your friends can't understand
You don't need 'em baby
You don't need 'em baby
You don't need 'em baby
Don't need 'em
Guitar...
Now lemme hear you say "I love you baby"
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Mo’ Fire[Intro]
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire (Put yuh light inna di air)
Mo' fire, give 'em
Mo' fire

[Verse 1]
I Diddy Bop, my fifty cocked
My city hot, I'm dodging the city cop
I play 'em like Pitty Pat, yeah, I'm kicking back, yeah
I'm getting stacks, these bitches is really rats
I fuck 'em and give 'em back, yeah, I really mack, yeah
How real is that? You love 'em, you really wack
I hustle and bend my back, my muscle is intact
My biceps and triceps is ah, yes

[Chorus]
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire (Put yuh light inna di air)
Mo' fire, I give 'em
Mo' fire

[Verse 2]
I'm coming through in something new
The color is Smurf blue, I'm puffin' that purple
Believe it, if I talk it, I walk it like Herschel
I get it like it is on a commercial, first too
This is verse two, it is worse too
I'll murk you like I birthed you
You niggas small bubbles (Baby), I'll burp you (Hey, hey)
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've been seen on a lot of different scenes
That mean I got a lot of different cream
[Chorus]
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire (Put yuh light inna di air)
Mo' fire, I give 'em
Mo' fire

[Verse 3]
I raise more fire to the man up higher
I lick a shot to let him know that I'm a rider
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 looking at New Orleans' finest
Now you are bein' blinded by European diamond
And you are seein' two or three times and
Got your vision all fucked up, now you can't even find me
And I ain't even hidin', naw, I'm right here, baby (Right here, baby)
She wanna walk and shit, I'm like, "Yeah, baby" (Yeah, baby)
Battyman get the shotty to his head
Rockabye his ass to sleep, rock it, lay him down to bed
I'll put you in my pocket right next to the condoms, homie
You ain't nothin' but a profit

[Chorus]
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire (Put yuh light inna di air)
Mo' fire, I give 'em
Mo' fire, yeah
Mo' fire
Mo' fire, Weezy
Mo' fire
Mo' fire, give 'em
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Boom[Intro]
Mouse drop the track
That'll make you bounce it back, what
Yeah
Hehe
Tell 'em, yeah, bah!

[Verse 1]
Weezy bad—naw, really, I'm good
Sound like a T-Rex live under my hood
Gotta know the Tec live under my seat
Put you in the ground; now, you live under my feet
All-white diamonds on the front of my teeth
And you better put the "O" in front of my "G"
The bullshit they talking doesn't come to my knee
I'm like a linebacker: Don't run it by me
My two best friends will accompany me
And right now, they are in my dungarees, sleep
One named "Mac," one named "Nina"
They hit you, make you do the Macarena
Where your tool? You gon' need it like a muh'fucker
And I am so New Orleans like a muh'fucker
It's Young Money and we eating, get your own supper
Make me go off in the trunk, get that Bone Crusher, haha!
[Hook]
Tecs, AKs, I leave the scene ugly
Chest, head, face, arm, leg, stomach
I never been afraid, I ain't scared of nothing
'Cause I got my thang, my thang, my thang
And that bitch go boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom
You hear them guns, like boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom
[Verse 2]
They like the way I ball, they call me "Hot Sauce"
They know I keep that toaster; you can be my Pop Tart
I never had height, but, boy, I got heart
And I ain't gotta speak, I just let my car talk
I got more clips than any movie you saw
I pull up on you like I need some Grey Poupon
Hardhat? No, but I got the tool on
And you should be my paper if ever the tool's drawn, yeah
Flow retarded: When I spit, I get my drool on
I don't rap, I just shit, like a newborn
I don't write, I just spit, like a tooth gone
So tell them haters, "Cut it out" like a coupon
How come that chopper sound like a nuke bomb?
Little nigga, gotta hold that bitch with two arms
I got that heat, the fire, and the lukewarm
I'm on your heels like a shoehorn

[Hook]
Tecs, AKs, I leave the scene ugly
Chest, head, face, arm, leg, stomach
I never been afraid, I ain't scared of nothing
'Cause I got my thang, my thang, my thang
And that bitch go boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom
You hear them guns, like boom, boom, boom
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Tina Turn Up Needs a Tune Up (Freestyle)[Intro]
What I was saying earlier was that
I'm tired of niggas just getting shit they don't deserve
That don't belong to them blood, I'm a thief
I'm a thief, I take your soul
I take your heart, I take your life
I take your Tina, I take your Tina Tina Tina Tina

[Hook]
Tina Turn Up need a tune up
Tina Turn Up need a tune up
Tina Turn Up need a tune up
Tina Turn Up need a tune up

[Bridge]
I could fix it
I could fix it
I could fix it
I could fix it
I could fix it
I could fix it

[Verse 1]
She need a king, fuck the prince
She need a king, fuck the prince
She need a king, fuck the prince
You a queen, not a princess
You a queen, let's have a princess
I could sell Sweet'N Low to Sugar Ray Leonard
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
I could sell Sweet'N Low to Sugar Ray Leonard
[Wayne talking]
You know, when things are different
It only means that they're not the same anymore, you know
Difference is good, very good

[Verse 2]
Oh so he ain't hear his phone ringin'?
Oh so he ain't hear his phone ringin'?
Oh so he ain't hear his phone ringin'?
But he hear your's when it's on vibrate?
You with that nigga he don't wanna see you with?
Tell his ass you on a blind date
Tell his ass you on a blind date
Yeah I'm hating, oh y'all just dating?
Well I'm still hating, tell him I said it

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3]
Need a king, fuck the prince
Need a king, need a king
She need a king, she need a king
Weezy the king, Weezy the king
Weezy the king, need a king
Tina turn up need a, need a, need a
Tina turn up need a, need a, need a
Girl you need a real nigga
Girl you need a real nigga
Girl you need a real nigga
You going ever meet your last, keep it real with you
You going ever meet your last, keep it real with you
You going ever meet your last, keep it real with you
If you was mine, I will keep you with me
If you was mine, you would be right here with me
If you was mine, you would be right here with me
Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Yeah I'm hating
[Outro]
I asked my homies right, I was like
What do you think I should do?
And man there's only one thing to do
And I was like what's that?
They was like you...ya digg?
And not you in the meaning of me
But you in the meaning of you
Tina Turn Up, you need a tune up, ya digg?
Well I could fix her, young blacksmith
Maintenance man, M & M for short
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T.O.[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Grrr

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I did not come here to see who was litty
That stamp on the kilos say "key to the city"
Put some on my thumb and then I make her lick it
She can't feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ
I smoke gasoline and I sip down some lean
My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline
I chop you up, they call them amputees
I spit these facts, they call me fax machine

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I drop a four in this, I'm feelin' glorious
Gun on Big Pun, and my clip on Notorious
Bitch, I'm the man, no, the Mandalorian
I'm in a DeLorean, nigga, I'm floorin' it
I got my whore in it, that bitch a foreigner
Pourin' her heart out, I'm just ignorin' her
I let my hair down, I'm finna go throw her
And bury myself in that pussy, no coroner
I can't smoke Reggie, I be too edgy
My bitch a veggie, bitch, I'm a legend
Pull out my flag, and these niggas start pledgin'
Go pull up whenever, we ain't gotta schedule it
Boy, I'm a president, presidential Rollie
Bezel it heavily, inspect it carefully
I'm smokin' like I'm in the Netherlands
Like I'm a hippie that's stuck in the 70s
You with your buddies, I'm with my bloodies
And this ain't no flag, lil' nigga, this rugby
Duct-tape that nigga up until he a mummy
Then put him in a freezer until we get hungry
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & O.T. Genasis]
Huh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (Tell me where to go)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (No, no, no)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow
Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (Steppin' on the dope)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow)
Every time I'm O.T. (Yeah), my bitch cry like T.O.

[Verse 2: O.T. Genasis, Lil Wayne, & Both]
Cookin' dope in kitchen, 36 (Yeah), I got chickens (Yeah)
Got the bowl (Yeah), I'ma whip it (Yeah)
Got the pistol (Yeah), get to clickin' (Woah)
Got the dope (Yeah), got the scope (Yeah)
Got the coke (Yeah) off the boat
Got the grams, make it float
Ask my plug, "What's the quote?" (Go)
I shoot at all of my enemies (Yeah)
Walk around like I'm Yosemite (Yeah)
Extra clip, that's my amenities (Aagh)
I'ma send shots like a Hennessy (Who? Bah, bah, bah)
Bitch, I'ma shoot like a penalty (Mm, bang)
Keep me a flag like a penalty (Bap, bang)
Niggas know me, O.T. (O.T.)
I got more hook than parentheses (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Home Depot, keep me a toolie (Toolie, brrt)
Walk in your house with a Uzi (Woo)
Walk in your room like a groupie (Yeah)
Wet your ass up with jacuzzi (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Everything white, I got Bieber
Cover one eye like I'm Aaliyah
Free Base, bitch, I got Derek Jeter
Rob, strip him naked, just like it's Peter
Bitch, bah
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I did not come here to see who was litty
That stamp on the kilos say "key to the city"
Put some on my thumb and then I make her lick it
She can't feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ
I smoke gasoline and I sip down some lean
My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline
I chop you up, they call them amputees
I spit these facts, they call me fax machine

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Oh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (Tell me where to go)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (Steppin' on the dope)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow)
Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope, yeah (Steppin' on the dope, no, no, no, no)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow)
Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Used To[Intro: RiFF RAFF & Drake]
Boys, now listen, we got more motherfuckin' TV screens
On the outside the damn tour bus than on that motherfucker
Boys playin' PlayStation
We come through motherfuckin' hang gliding
Off motherfuckin' Versace skyscrapers
I don't get it, what more can you ask for?
Yeah—sound, sound, sound
Yeah, real 6 side shit
Sickos, ah man

[Verse 1: Drake]
Yeah, when you get to where I'm at
You gotta remind 'em where the fuck you at
Every time they talkin', it's behind your back
Gotta learn to line 'em up and then attack
They gon' say your name on them airwaves
They gon' hit you up right after like it's only rap
Jewels look like I found a motherfuckin' treasure map
And ain't told no one where the fuck it's at
Shout out to the G's from the ends
We don't love no girls from the ends
I'm gon hit 'em with the wham once again
I'ma always end up as a man in the end, dog
It's just apparent every year
Only see the truth when I'm staring in the mirror
Lookin' at myself like, there it is there
Yeah, like there it is there man, whoo!
I ain't tryna chance it, I be with the bands
Like a nigga went to Jackson State or Grambling
Young Nick Cannon with the snare drum, dancin'
Watch the way I handle it, uh
Bring it to the bedroom, you know that shit is candle lit
She know I'm the man with it, uh
With the bands like I must've went to Clark, went to Hampton
I ain't playin' with it
[Chorus: Drake]
I ain't felt the pressure in a little while
It's gonna take some getting used to (What you say?)
Floatin' all through the city with the windows down
Puttin' on like I used to (What you say?)
They never told me when you get the crown
It's gon' take some getting used to (What you say?)
New friends all in their old feelings now
They don't love you like they used to, man

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
When you get to where the fuck I'm at
You gotta remind 'em about where you been
About all of the money that done came and went
About the two cents I ain't never spent
When they say you're too famous to pack a gat
I gotta remind 'em about where I'm from
Not about where I'm going, about where I've gone
Stepping on a Swisher roach like a stepping stone
Goin' at a nigga throat like a herringbone
Boy, do I smell beef? Mmmm, pheromones
Got a fuckin' halo over my devil horns
Trap pumpin' all night like Chevron
Suck a nigga dick for a iPhone 6
Fuck my nigga Terry for a new Blackberry
You can get buried for a ounce of Katy Perry
I was only five, but still remember the drought in '87
Lord, tell 'em bitches I ain't got no times to play games with 'em
I ain't got no time
Tell her that I love her and I hate her in the same sentence
I'm fuckin' her mind
I got, mind control over Deebo
Parmesan my panino
Promethazine over pinot
And when my bloods start shootin' that's B-roll, bitch
[Chorus: Drake & Lil Wayne]
I ain't felt the pressure in a little while
It's gonna take some getting used to (What you say?)
Floatin' all through the city with the windows down
Puttin' on like I used to, yeah (What you say?)
They never told me when you get the crown
It's gon' take some getting used to (What you say?)
New friends all in their old feelings now
They don't love you like they used to, man

[Outro: Drake & Lil Wayne, RiFF RAFF]
Yeah, they don't love you like they used to (What you say?)
In the city with the- windows down
Like I used to, yeah (What you say?)
Like I
Take some to getting used to (What you say?)
Man, they don't love you like they used to, man
And I'm so sorry
Let's just let bygones be bygones, okay?
Let's just go ahead and just let bygones be bygones
I pull up lookin' like a damn cyborg, weighin' 224
Oh man, these boys don't even understand
Listen when you see OVO Jodi pull up on the scene with Drake
For goodness sakes, well for goodness sakes
You see this mixtape you listenin' to? This an album
Yea, we could have, we could have sold it to you for 17.99
Or 29.99 with the shirt, buy it at the Target
These motherfuckers trippin' so hard I had to look down and double check cause I thought they had their shoes tied together—motherfuckers got they shoes tied together
What more could you ask for?
Boys harassing me with these questions
How about this? How about don't ask me no more motherfucking questions? We ain't doing no interview!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Just Chill[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Verify, got haircut
Mu in this bitch, Scoob in this bitch with me

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
So much shit on my mind, I just hope I don't smell like it
The motherfuckers pointing fingers
Be the same ones that have nail bitin'
Real niggas, still real niggas, you new niggas, just lil' niggas
When ya shit fall, don't be surprised
Acting like you didn't hear timber
I'm caffeinated, I'm half-sedated
I started from the bottom, I gravitated
I'm validated, I'm a trigger happy nigga
And it's sad to say it, but I had to say it
I had to do it, I had to stunt, act like I had what I had for once
With all of my thank yous added up
I still can't thank Birdman enough, I woke up in a new Tyra Banks
I've been gettin' money since Shabba Ranks
The car I'm in brand spankin' new, it just got spanked
Real niggas say rest in peace to DJ Screw
Rest in peace to Pimp C too
Fuck your bulletproof vest (blat) I still need proof, my nigga
I hate you like mustard, I'm disgustin'
I'm aiming at your chest, hit your face, I'm just rusty
Cherish every step that we take, some of us clumsy
Lookin' for a breath of fresh air, it's hidin' from me, fuck
Mall roll it up in the leaf, weed stronger than Zangief
I last longer than an antique, her pussy cummin' like a stampede
She cooks, fucks and clean, the type of bitch that every man need
The type of bitch that every man leave
That ain't cool, and she wearin' sleeves, but chill, just chill
[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
Girl, you gotta chill, uh, I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah
Girl, you gotta chill, uh, you know that I'll always keep it real
You just need to chill, oh, oh
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
Yeah, girl, you gotta chill

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
You could fuck all these bitches, except my bitches
Yeah right, I wish, with all three wishes
Man I swear she got too attached, had to cut the umbilical
Man I swear I'm so armed, I feel like I got tentacles
Niggas bumpin' their gums, I feel like Orajel
Got 'em scratchin' their head, combin' out broken nails
See I give 'em my love, but I'm an indian giver
Got my ear to the streets, I hear the enemy whisper
I break the bank with a sledgehammer
Cellphone rings like Saturn
Bitch let a nigga breathe, breathe like a dragon
I hide money everywhere, that's my hidden talent
One time for them gangstas, fuck that, two times for them gangstas
If you got a problem, I'll fix that like, yeah nigga I'm maintenance
Got a bad bitch and she anxious, bitch, you just an acquaintance
I'll ask a rat, "Why be a rat?" then kill him while he explainin'
Tell your foot soldiers to walk light, handful of real niggas left
And if any nigga wanna step to me tell 'em hurry up and take bigger steps
My bitch deep, I get in depth, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
She dyed her pussy hair red, she said she had to roll the red carpet out
That's real
So real
[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
Yeah, you know that I'll always keep it real
You just need to chill, oh, oh
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah, girl you gotta chill
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
Yeah, girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill
Girl, you gotta chill

[Outro: French Montana & Justin Bieber]
Yeah, Tunechi
Shawty is you gon' ride 'til it's over? (Ride, 'til it's over)
Man we gettin' high, never sober (High, never sober)
Still ridin' dirty 'til it's over (haaan, ayy, ayy, ayy)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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The Rapper EaterFeed me rappers or feed me beats

Tool on deck, why would I lie
Nigga you a pussy hope you got nine lives
I could hit a nigga with the nine nine times
Country ass boy country like Leanne rhymes
Mississippi d banner, and lilweezyana
Everybody got tools so you will need a hammer
I'm a pill poppin' animal, syrup sippin' nigga
I'm so high you could'nt reach me with a fuckin antenna
You're fuckin with his man, you could be his man dinner
The nine gimme brains but the ak add liver
Your rapper is the same flowin like a bad river
Make yo ass quiver like you naked at winter
Hollygrove honcho, hardtime giver
I'm a shark in the water you just long john silver
I got a girl you wanna meet her?
Her name is nine millimeter

Feed me rappers or feed me beats

Uptown New Orleans like always
Cash money boys shine like bald heads
Big bezzel make my watch look like a hog head
But all I do is smoke trees call me log head
I'm butter on the bread like parkay
And I am all about me like do re
I'm in the hood, in the hood like dope yay
Nappy ass hair like buckwheat otay
Hollygrove, Eagle street be my damn hood
Or you can get murdered for free like canned goods
I got 12 Barbaros under that Lam hood
I could bring Kentucky derby to the damn hood
Sunshine diamonds, call me tanned goods
And now I let it blow, like a bad wood
I call brisco, I'm on South Beach
Thirty minutes later Opa-lacka is where I be
Feed me rappers or feed me beats

Man I'm so Hollygrove
Stand strong in the water like a commadore
Black holes in your white tee, dominoes
Me n brisco cash money carnivores
Hehe, I am New Orleans like carnival
And in the hood call me Weezy the honorable
These other rappers so ironical
And if I ain't in the mansion then I'm up in the phantom oh
Yea, you know it, listen up man, dj cinema, cinematic
Whatever you wanna call him, I need you to spin this thang crazy
Spin this when I tell you not to, talkin about 8 in the mornin
To 8 in the mornin', ya feel me, yea, can fox holla at cha boy

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Kreep[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
6 shit

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I said I wasn't gon' love these hoes
I ate my words like a pussy hole
She suck my dick and my bullet hole
And got on my dick, did the tootsie roll
She know how much I love candy though
She know how much I hate pantyhose
I know how much she love animals
But she let me stomp on her camel toe, damn

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Girl what the deal, though
Put up them dildos, fuck with a real one
Fuck 'til the sun come, we can still chill, though
Kick it like field goals, lick it like mail, though
Sleep by your mailbox, IG yo' G spot
I kill yo' pill spot, I give a cheerleader somethin' to cheer 'bout
I get you too high, I hear yo' ears pop
You hear my key chain, you hear the birds fly
All gold dust, pull the pills out
You take your clothes off, you tell me go hard
I tell you "No duh"
And we both smoke so I rolled up
And we poured up in my gold tub
And you woke up with soap suds all up in yo' chocha
Fuck it, shawty, it's yo' fuckin' birthday
Almost fuckin' drown me, little fuckin' mermaid
Damn, fuck it, shawty, everyday yo' b-day
And if you want this D, bae, everyday is D Day, boom
I'ma lay you on your spinal cord
And you gon' take all this dinosaur
Yeah, I'ma lay you on your spinal cord
And you gon' take me on your private tour
Hol' up, I'ma lay you on your pretty face
And hit it from the back like you hit the brakes
Got a pretty face and a pretty shape
Tryna be a star and I'ma give you space
Wait, 1, girl, let's start this shit, 2, girl, yo' heart just skipped
3, girl, and you will see, 4, how good this D can be
5, I love to do you right
And 6 ain't shit if it don't end with 9
Invite yo' friend that's friendly fire
Bitches ain't shit but yours and mine
Ooh, girl I love you so
That's why I always fuck you slow
All these little hoes they come and go
She was just a flame, went up in smoke
And I told myself not to love the bitches
Hard to stop fallin' for a bitch when you trippin'
Hard to stop sleepin' on a bitch when you sippin'
When you sippin'
Can't trust these hoes, can't love these bitches
Then my heart get cold, middle finger with the mittens
Bitches lie through they teeth, I never wanted to be a dentist
Might as well keep spittin', it ain't love it's business
Hoe, watch that hoe you sleep with, bitch ass hoes be creepin'
Watch that hoe she be wit', who she prolly sleep wit'
Damn, but you know that ain't cheatin, we should have a meetin'
Watch that hoe you eatin', food for thought, I'm thinkin'
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I said I wasn't gon' love these hoes
I ate my words like a pussy hole
She suck my dick and my bullet hole
Got on my dick, did the tootsie roll
She know how much I love candy though
She know how much I hate pantyhose
I know how much she love animals
But she let me stomp on her camel toe, damn

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
And her clit got a hair trigger
Damn, and her clit got a hair trigger
And her clit got a hair trigger
But the bitch gotta spare a nigga, damn
Watch that hoe you sleep wit', bitch ass hoes be creepin'
Watch that hoe she be wit', oh, nah, they ain't speakin'
Damn, that's that silent treatment, I don't wanna know the reason
Watch that hoe you eatin', food for thought, I'm thinkin'

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
That's some 6 shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Get Over[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, real rap (Real rap), real rap for ya
Yeah
Lighters up
Know you miss somebody (Got to)
Put your (Yeah), let's go (Get 'em)

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lil Wayne]
Though, though I'm missing you (Straight to your head, man)
I'll find a way to get through (Nik', talk, yeah)
I know livin' without ya is impossible (Yeah, that's right)
And I, I know you gon' live on (Cry, mama, yeah, cry, mama)
'Cause you were my brother (My sister)
And I love ya, and I miss ya, oh-oh

[Verse 1]
Stay strong, be tough, that's what the preacher tell ya
He never really felt ya, so he can't even help ya
Need a shoulder to lean on, somebody to cry to
It's like everything's gone, but I'm a survivor
Standin' on stage in front of thousands (Yeah)
Don't amount to me not havin' my father
That's real talk, I know a lot of y'all got 'em
But you need 'em way more when you gotta go without 'em
And I'm without 'em, but that's life, y'all
Sometimes you gotta learn to swim with no lifeguard (Yup)
I'm alright, God, shit, I'm still breathin'
But loss hurt like bullets, I'm 'bout to start bleedin'
Throw me down some comfort 'cause my heart need it (Yeah)
Tryna cope but my chances are needle
There's a dark road ahead, but I'm tryin' to take it easy
Rest in peace Lil Beezy, my nigga
[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lil Wayne]
Though, though I'm missing you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over)
I'll find a way to get through (But I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over)
I know livin' without ya is impossible (Can't stay sober, I'm just tryna get over)
And I, I know you gon' live on (Real rap for you)
(Man, I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over)
'Cause you were my brother (My sister, but I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over)
And I love ya, and I miss ya, oh-oh (Can't stay sober, I'm just tryna get over)

[Verse 2]
And now we smoke kush all day and pop painkillers (Yeah)
Fuck who don't understand it, this what the game did us
This what the streets showed us, this how the block made us
The same block where they layed 'em (Damn)
I pray every time I cross the spot on the pavement, save me
Lord, will I be next for the taking? Take me
I know I'm livin' like I know when I'm comin'
But I'm just livin' 'cause I know that it's comin'
And the end is comin', but I ain't runnin', I ain't hidin' and duckin'
I'm in the middle of a war, I'm alive and love it
I'm just speakin' from the heart of the dyin' public
We still beatin', we gon' rise above it
Though it seem like they cheatin' and we losin'
We survive, if nothin'
They could never take the stride from struggling
I gotta ride, and sometimes that ride get bloody
But I just think about my buddy and go after that money
But, uh
[Bridge: Nikki Jean & Lil Wayne]
Oh (Yeah), we gotta get over (Yeah)
We gotta get over, we gotta get over (Yeah)
It's almost over (I said, I said I gotta get over)
And we gon' be alright (I gotta get over)
('Cause, bitch, I'm a soldier)

[Verse 3]
Straight Patrón out the bottle to the head now (Bitch)
We gettin' red now, bitch, my nigga dead now (Bitch)
And all the things I never said, I gotta say it now (Damn)
I shoulda said it then, now I gotta talk to clouds (Damn)
Now I gotta walk around, brim down
Just tryin' to find my way 'til the next day, escape
Your birthday could be your death date
So I'm livin' like it was just yesterday, let's pray
Ten fingers together, can't bring 'em together
It's murda-murda, I don't think it get better
So be a competitor or get out the weather
Me? I got an umbrella and a Beretta (Rah)
I'm just tryin' to make sure my daughter future progressin'
And behind that, I'm shootin' excessive (Bang), trust me (Yeah)
The beautiful dead, we living with the ugly
I just tell my pops, "Wait for me, I'm comin'"

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lil Wayne]
Though, though I'm missing you (Yeah, yeah)
(Man, I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over)
I'll find a way to get through (But I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over)
I know livin' without ya is impossible (Can't stay sober, I'm just tryna get over)
And I, I know you gon' live on (They ask me what's wrong)
(Man, I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over)
'Cause you were my brother (My sister, but I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over)
And I love ya, and I miss ya, oh-oh (Can't stay sober, I'm just tryna get over)
[Outro]
They ask me why I wear shades at nighttime
(Man, I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over)
'Cause I don't wanna see nothin' (But I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over)
Yeah (Can't stay sober, I'm just tryna get over)
Like I said (Man)
Life ain't nothin' but a long extended road, keep drivin'
(But I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over)
I done passed up plenty people on the side of road, no help
Keep goin', yeah (I'm just tryna get over)
Lost a lot of passengers on the ride, kept goin', yep
(But I'm a soldier, so I gotta get—)
Who knows when I'll run outta gas? Yeah (Over)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Weezy N Madonna[Hook 1: Lil Wayne & Stephanie Acevedo]
You can throw up peace, I'm throwin' squad up
Had to get the dreads bleached, the James Blonde look
I'm 'bout to put my hands on her like E. Honda
She walkin' around in a Young Money Tee without a bottom
She squad
It's a Secret society, these niggas tiny, I'll be your body
Screaming, Money Team, Money Team, Money Team, Mula
Screaming, Money Team, Money Team, Money Team
From the rooftops

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Young Tune winnin' now
You know I been winnin' then and now anyhow
Anyway, don't start no shit if you can't finish loud
I've been away, I've been around
I've been busy doin' business
Mind your business 'fore I shut your fuckin' business down
She say my lyrics like a lifeline when she down
She checkin' bitches off my timeline when she down
But all them bitches on the sideline, out of bounds
Watchin' us play around

[Verse 2: Stephanie Acevedo]
Stephanie and Weezy now
The birds birds birds are you singing now?
They gonna' keep a lil Puerto-rican out
A lil' souvenir gotta get me now
Haul ass on a bitch all in the fast lane
Turn Xan on your bitch you are just Plain Jane
I just laugh at the shit with my bad bitch gang (gang gang)
Cause' you ain't a bad bitch without a YM chain
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I second that shit you ain't lyin' that's game
I tell your nigga meet me outside in the rain
I shoot him up like a hundred times then again
Again and again, are you not entertained?
Ain't no better drugs than the ones I know
I done went down on bitches I don't know
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
And right now I'm both, got me talking bout you hoe

[Hook 2: Lil Wayne & Stephanie Acevedo]
Said she really love the blonde look
So she dyed her shit we look like Weezy and Madonna
Screaming, Money Team, Money Team, Money Team, Mula
And I'm screaming
Fuck your team, fuck your team, fuck your team, Like 2Pac
Sip slow, no blowin' highs, no killin' vibes
We touch each other, touch the skies, she rub her eyes
She cry Money Team, Money Team, Money Team, Mula
She cry Money Team, Money Team, Money Team
Then I zoom out

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
I said "Tell me who you loyal to?"
Is it Weezy? Is it Wayne? Is it Tunechi? Is it gang?
Or these no-names hanging with a nigga with a name?
How you poppin' pain pills and you living with the pain?
You can't tell me that ain't horrible
And my love always free when the lights get dark
I know love isn't cheap I got a nice-ass job
You look priceless to me, I'll rip your price tag off
Baby "Tell me who you loyal to?"
Do you start with the money or the man?
Does it end with your heart in your hand?
Fuck it, if the money bag in the other hand, that was the plan
Let that nigga spoil you
I guess somebody else on grind mode
But a nigga that provide though
Put his pride to the side though, and you my slime, so
[Hook 2: Lil Wayne & Stephanie Acevedo]
Said she really love the blonde look
So she dyed her shit we look like Weezy and Madonna
I'm 'bout to put my hands on her like E. Honda
Cause' she walkin' around in a Young Money tee without a bottom
Screaming, Money Team, Money Team, Money Team, Mula
Screaming, Money Team, Money Team, Money Team, zoom out
Nigga you could throw up peace, I'm throwin' squad up
Had to get the dreads bleached, the James Blonde look
She saw my pic on IG, now she's inspired
She dyed her shit we look like Weezy and Madonna
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's some sick shit! Money Team

[Skit: Lil Wayne]
See, this Dedication mixtape series is so important to the culture because they say it is. It's plain and simple, plain and simple. I don't label it important to the culture. If I have ever labelled it important to the culture I was feelin' myself and smellin' my drawers -- uh, pause -- I'm old, my mama used to always say that, my grandma used to say that "You smellin' your drawers." -- but anyway, I don't know if y'all people say that, I'm from the south -- but yeah, the Dedication mixtape series is important to the culture because the culture say it's important. So that's why I still jump my ass in these motherfuckin' booths, wherever I can find a booth, most likely the same one, and do my motherfuckin' thing. And I gotta keep doing my thing and that's why I do my thing because the culture say it's important. They say "We want that, we need that, we gotta have that." It make the-it make the world know what I mean? It make the music world spin, and that's what it's all about, and it's 'cause they say it6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Scarface[Intro]
All I have in this world, all I have in this world (What up, Blood?)
All I have in this world, all I have in this world

[Verse 1]
They know where Carter at, straight off the launchin' pad
Marchin' on the moon motherfucker, I been to Mars and back
Cleaner than laundry mats, jumpin' in somethin' from
Other countries, companies, junkie, you cannot order that
I flew that and took the water back, order, go to Iraq
And get a car with gas and tell them crackers, "War with that"
All I need is an automatic: tick, boom
I'm a goon, I go zoom; smell the fumes from the vrooms
Young Tune in the room, gimme room or you doomed
I am soon to get all my chips and doubloons
I would never be another groom unless I assume
The bitch ain't givin' up the womb to him and 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 with diamond teeth, haha!

[Hook]
On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface
On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface
Nobody know my name, they only know my face
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Nobody know my name, they only know my face
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface
[Verse 2]
Lord, protect me from my friends, I can take care of my enemies
I come from where the niggas just kill to save energy
Sorry world, but my mommy dropped me where the clinic be
So if you tried to mimic me, you'd prob'ly catch some sick disease
Six degrees, leanin' on that prometha-tha-tha-thazine
I'm a centipede, these men move at women speed
I'm 'bout my spinach, cheese, dough, cheddar, fetti, gwap
Money, moolah, mozzarella, et cetera, et cetera
Fuck competitors, fuck these rappers, fuck these editors
Fuck the head of the state, fuck the gates surroundin' the prisoners
These motherfuckers the prey; I'm the Predator, see me dreadlock
Tough as Bamm-Bamm from Bedrock
I'm tied to the game like wedlock, say "Hello red dot"
Say "Goodbye life" and say "Hello Satan"
A devil in the flesh, a rebel at its best, no complainin'
We live in Hell and I'm blessed, Scarface

[Hook]
On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface
On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface
Nobody know my name, they only know my face
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Nobody know my name, they only know my face
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface
On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface
On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface
Nobody know my name, they only know my face
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Nobody know my name, they only know my face
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Mike Tyson Flow[Mike Tyson talking]

I'm the best ever
I'm the most brutal and most vicious, and most ruthless champion there's ever been
No one can stop me, I'm the best eva!

[Verse 1]

Uhhn! like mutha'fuck all yawl
Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all yawl
Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches
Click clack pow pow ping ping bitches
I'm the Dream machine I mean King vision
I can see through yo scene like clear screen
Hear me? To a lion you are just deer meat
Fear God, fear me siry us us
Pe pi them try them and die when I say so
Weezy F hardful red go like Craig go
It's all gravy, tryna build like Lego's
Betta \"Let Go My Ego!\" with some breakfast on the table
Yeah! And I don't know how fake feel nigga, cuz all my life, I been a real nigga
Fuck ya girlfriend, fuck ya homie too
I drop bombs I'm in the booth, in a army suit
And I'm armed to shoot, and I'mma marksmen too
And you're the target \"oops!\"
And everything get better with time, and time is forever
And mutha'fucka its my time and I'm better
[Mike Tyson talking]

[Verse 2]

Ho I go so hard
I'm so gone my I.D is a post card
I travel like b-ball with no calls
I play my role and listen out for the roll call
This is a movie and every movie must go off
But this gangsta doesn't die like O-Dogg
Say what up blood, what the lick read!?
5 star general, in the 6 speed
Still hood like thick cheese, bitch please
Him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze
Niggas betta trim trees
Simply shoot yours empty if b turn dat thick cheese to swiss cheese
Folla me! A part of me!
Fuck around and see a whole notha side of me
I separate yo body with them hollow tips; biologist
Photographies, picture me in yo bedroom with a mask on
Pistol to yo head while you puttin' yo pants on
Peyton Manning offense, Singletary defense
Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street shit
That is how I keeps it, R.I.P Beepsy
I do it how I do it cuz I know my niggas see me
And I'mma hold it down bitch, hope that crown fit
The boy got a flow, that you can drown in
When you in the water watch them sharks, when you in the water watch dat salt
Young Carter no floss that was so raw ohw!
[Mike Tyson talking]

My style is impetuous
And I'm just ferocious, I want to eat his heart..
..I wanna eat his children
Praise be to Allah!

[Verse 3]

HAHAUHWH!
Fuckin' right I'mma monster
Sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingaz or Sonia
Mortal Kombat Street Fightin' like E-Honda
Murk ya and da dummies dat signed ya, whats really
Are ya plastic? Gasoline on ya contract
Fuck a pen I need a match, Fuck a bitch I need a batch of bitches
Yawl niggas act like a bunch of bitches, blood bitches leave ya in a tub
Blood bitches, young niggas, Young Money, young niggas, fuck pistols
We at yo window with SCUD missles, Young Carter!
Big nuts, and they hung further than ya father's
Hahahaha

[Mike Tyson talking]

You guys can't define me
I define my work as a father
I'm many things--
You know, I'm many things..
Ima, Ima.. Ima hellraiser, Ima father--a lovin' father
Yeah, yeah I'm pretty much Tyson1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Darkside[Intro]
Dark side, dark side, dark side
Dark side, dark side, dark side

[Verse]
We don't like these niggas, we don't fight these niggas
We "good night" these niggas, you look like these niggas
Fu-fuck it-fuck it up, fuck 'em up
Hit him up, hunt 'em down, hurry up
Shoot him up, shut him down, shut him up
Eat her out, dick her down, cuddle up
But bitches comin' 'round with the funny love
Lick me up, lick me down, done enough
Eat her up, spit her out, bubblegum
Treat her right, treat her out, trouble come
Got some cocaine and a couple blunts
It's ashes to ashes, dust to dust
.44 plastic, the rubber bust
We don't wear masks, 'cause it must be us
I got the Holy Ghost in my Backwood
On my tippytoes and them flat-foot
Bitch pigeon-toed and her cat good
I know her pussy hole like my MacBook
She Tootsie-Roll on the black wood
Get her own page in the black book
And it's startin' to feel like I'm attached to her
If it's that good, I put a stamp to her
I'm a warlord to these fuckin' boys
Double-edged sword and a bubble, boy
I just won a war in a Hummer 'fore I'm 'bout to come to yours
Lookin' for a war, I am nothin' more than somethin' more
Than much more as the punch pour
And I slunch more with my lungs sore
I smoke you and your blunt blowers
Let's get on with it, Megatron with it
Telephone like a telethon
Bitches workin' bitches like a Peloton
Finish yellow bones dizzy, very long visits
And I'm talkin' numbers, Jerry Jones digits
I'm at home sippin', and I'm gone sippin'
Got a Draco with my arm in it
Shoot you in your heart, put some charm in it
Sorry, gotta leave your mama tormented
"Bah, bah, bah" if she commented
Cops pulled up, and they vomited
I am not finished, hope they long-winded
Money long-livin' with a strong finish
Dead presidents, wasn't born with it, I'ma die with it
I'm amor with it, didn't start livin' 'til the war ended
[Chorus]
It's wartime, wartime, wartime
Y'all lil' niggas small time
All my niggas ex-cons
And we do not fuck with y'all kind
Bitch, it's wartime, wartime, wartime
Y'all lil' niggas small time
All my niggas done time
Or they doin' time, that's just lost time
It's still wartime, wartime, wartime
Dark side, dark side, dark side
Pull up, "Brrt," skrrt
Then we joyride 'til the car die

[Outro]
Bitch, it's wartime (Wartime), wartime (Wartime)
Wartime (Wartime), no talk time (No talk time)
Chalk time (Chalk time), all-time (All-time), hard time (Hard-time)
Bitch (Bitch)
Dark side (Dark side), dark side (Dark side), dark side (Dark side)
(Dark side, dark side, dark side, bitch)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hoes[Intro: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh]
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, hoes
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, hoes
Let's go!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
You gotta talk like a pimp
What's good mama, you knew better
You'd do better, who better
Than that nigga with the crisp white tee
Icy white sneaks, jeans to a fitta
You do better gettin yo ass off up in that coupe bitch
Sit yo ass on that new leather and regroup bitch
It's only me you bitch, on our way to tha stoop
I'm the Birdman Jr., you ain't know
And don't gimme that silly bullshit about you ain't, ho
I move you to my city, put yo ass in UNO
I have you looking pretty hit the ave. now get tha dough
That Gucci gon fit cha like you posed to be in pictures
I got computer love baby Wayne a change ya image
You need Weezy, them other boys just gimmicks
Me, I'm just game, green, and straight physics, Is ya wit it?
Yea, I ain't even tryin ta hit it
I'mma get it when it's time ta get it
Let's talk about
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
I don't love 'em
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
Motherfuck 'em

[Break: Lil Wayne]
Ladies and gentlemen, the great Manuella

[Verse 2: Mannie Fresh]
I got this rat named Shelly that love Makavelli
Number five combo meals and splashin' KY jelly
I have old school shorty, still drink a forty
Grab the mic, start a fight, and fuck up the whole party
Baby you should leave, adjust yo weave
That's velcro, hell no, bitch go wit Steve
I got this lead singer bitch from a popular group
I would say her name, but she bought me a coupe
Got this super ho Shawna, smell like marijuana
How she dig Lil Wayne, but she love the Big Tymers
Got pretty girl Patrice found out I'm fuckin her niece
She tried to stab me, so I grabbed her and we called the police
Mister Officer, the bitch done lost it bruh
She goin to jail, oh well, I be fuckin her
See two dyke Spanish twins nuts pressed on they chin
Will we go video, well nigga, that depends
[Chorus; Lil Wayne]
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
I don't love 'em
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
Motherfuck 'em

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I got old school bitches and new school hoes
Female basketball players with cornrolls
And I don't like short-haired girls, no not really
If I do, she gotta look like the old Halle Berry
Or the broke Toni Braxton, the first Lil Kim
But I still take hood rats and work with them
Put yo ass in a jag and I drop ya quick
Give ya ass a lil game, if ya smirk ya in
I'm a pimp, not a simp, like ice in my drink
And I don't think twice or blink cause I'm focused
Rollin in the whitest mink like I'm polar
Bear, yea, let down my hair
Get jazzy on a bitch like Fred Astaire
Rose gold in her face get her red as glare
My Bentley plum, my Mercedes pear
I am lookin for a freak, mama take me there, yea
[Chorus; Lil Wayne]
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
I don't love 'em
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
Motherfuck 'em
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
I don't love 'em
Hoes, let's just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
Motherfuck 'em2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Wayne’s World[Intro]
Ow, ow (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, Wayne's world (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Let me bring you up to speed (Huh, huh, huh, huh)
It's Wayne's World

[Chorus]
Party time excellent, I party hard (Huh)
I pull up in the Bugatti on God (Rr)
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours"
I just said, "Sure, it's Wayne's World"
Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah)
I party hard even when times is hard (Yeah)
I just go hard, party time, excellent

[Verse 1]
Pull up on your street and that shit was Sesame
I'm with my Mexican, gang-bangin' heavily (Huh)
Throw up your set at me, that I don't recommend (Hoo)
I pull up in the Bugatti, we're not gon' bother
And in the trunk, we got the elephant (Ooh)
Know who you f'in' with, they don't know where you went
Then they won't find you until you are skeleton (Ooh)
They bite piranhas and stung by the jellyfish (Ooh, ooh)
These ain't no All-Stars, bitch, these is Vetements (Ooh)
Party time excellent, pardon my excellence (Yeah)
Pardon my necklace (Yeah), pardon my neck and wrist (Yeah)
Pardon my neckin' bitch (Yeah), all of my medicine
All I be askin' is, "Where the Promethazine?"
'Cause, pipe the fuck up (Yeah)
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow
Help, I've fallen, I can't get up
I live in dark, get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, minute man (Huh)
Wish death upon me, better wish again (Huh)
Don't shoot at Maaly G, he ain't listenin'
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, I tried to show him (Ayy)
I pull up in a Bugatti, for real
I pull up on the Ducati, one wheel (Vroom)
Then I take off on the private, the Lear
Up to the clouds until I disappear (Ayy)
Ain't where I live, it's about how I live (Ayy)
I'm outta here, me and my mama mia (Ayy)
I'm in that pussy, her ass, and it's fun
She shout in my ear, "It's Wayne's World"
[Chorus]
Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I pull up in the Bugatti on God (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'ma make sure it's Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah)
I pull up in the Bugatti on God (Yeah, yeah)
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours" (Yeah, yeah)
I said, "Of course, it's Wayne's World" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Party time, excellent (Yeah, yeah)
Call the slimes, let's get lit (Yeah, yeah)
Party time, excellent (Yeah, yeah)
Totally, Wayne's World (Yeah, yeah)
Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah)
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours," I wanted more
It's Wayne's World

[Verse 2]
Party time excellent, I party hard
I party hard even when times is hard
I just go hard, ain't no tomorrow
Party time excellent, harder than yesterday
I gotta medicate so I can resonate
That made me featherweight, so I can levitate
Into a better place, I don't care where you stay
Better, they better, but that's how you better stay, wait (Wait)
Who's that peekin' in my window, pow, nobody now (Pow)
Two, no buss downs, one bling-bling, one bling-blaow (Wow)
Just fucked my ex, don't know why, don't know how
Play with that XBOX all night like a child
Oh me, oh wow, baby, show me around
I said, "Show me your world," I said, "Now, show me out"
Yeah, laid on that bitch, I skate on that bitch
I wave to that bitch, I gave her a kiss
Can't give her my world, but I gave her the dick
Yeah, Wayne's World
[Chorus]
I pull up in the Bugatti on God (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
So I'ma make sure it's Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I pull up in the Bugatti on God (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I said of course, it's Wayne's World

[Post-Chorus]
Party time, excellent (Yeah, yeah)
Call the slimes, let's get lit (Yeah, yeah)
Party time, excellent (Yeah, yeah)
Totally, it's Wayne's World (Yeah, yeah)
Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah)
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours," I wanted more
It's Wayne's World
Party time, excellent (Yeah)
Call the slimes, let's get lit
Party time, excellent
Totally, Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard
I party hard even when times is hard
I just go hard, ain't no tomorrow
This world is yours, it's Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours," I wanted more
Wayne's World
Party time, excellent (Yeah)
Call the slimes, let's get lit
Party time, excellent
Totally, it's Wayne's World
[Outro]
And we're out3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Peggy Bundy[Intro]
(Turn me up, YC)

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne
We took the fucking ceiling off

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Brr, hello? I thought a broke nigga said something
I let that four-nickel headbutt him
I turn lil bro to a red puddle
Chop up his dead body, he a dead puzzle
I make a pussy hole beg for me
I fucked your ho like a caveman
I make her scream like a cavewoman
All of these hoes are some head hunters
Fuck on the period, red rubbers
All of my bros are some head busters
Ruby diamonds look like red bubbles
Money jumping call it Bunny Bread
Me and money, we like bread and butter
All the blood coming from his head
He a red head, he look like Peggy Bundy

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Hundreds and fifties, can't swap a dime for a penny
Can't swap a thot for a bitty
A lot for a plenty, you know that's a stupid decision
You know that's the newest edition
Exclusive edition, you know it's the Tunechi edition
You know that the roof a decision
The coupe is on skinnies, you know that the coupe is on blades
I'ma come through sittin' on scissors
It's beautiful bitches, you too cute
Two beautiful bitches but my bitch more beautiful, bitches
Bae you too delicious, bae, I'm the key, you the ignition
And we 'bout to vroom to the finish
That's true as religion, and I'm about to do it, I did it
I got the view and the vision
The mula the mission, bow, my shooters ain't missin'
They just shootin', just swish it
Head first with it, make it make sense
With the stove in the kitchen, I'ma make it make sense
Got some hoe that be stripping, I be taking their tips
Got some hoes that got bitches, I be taking their bitch
Warranty good, make sure I get a full refund
'Fore I give her back to the streets
I act like it's sweet, I treat the Lambo like a Nissan
Treat a trap house like a beach
Forever I rep with the set in the chain
I'm cumming, I don't let her know when I came
"I love you", I don't let her know it's a game
I clutch her, I don't let her go and I fuck her
Ain't no pillow talking, ain't no discussion
But she say she gon' hold me down like a button
But I know these hoes can't hold water in a bucket
She dropping shit monthly, period, ooh
All these hoes want is material, ooh
Kobe died, shit all mysterious, damn
Broke bitches start getting weirder, damn
Broke niggas start disappearing, yeah
Rich nigga ain't miss a meal, no
Broke bitches start interfering, damn
I get high and incoherent, damn
I don't know why, bitch ask Siri, yeah
Back in my hood, niggas used to call me Fred Durst
Cause I had that rock white
She bending over but I want some head first
I came in her mouth, drops mic
I thought a broke nigga said something
I hop on my skateboard and shred something
Bust up in that dressed like a red mummy
Repping Blood gang but you bled for me, lil
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Brr, hello? I thought a broke nigga said something
I let that four-nickel headbutt him
I turn lil bro to a red puddle
Chop up his dead body, he a dead puzzle
I make a pussy hole beg for me
I fucked your ho like a caveman
I make her scream like a cavewoman
All of these hoes are some head hunters
Fuck on the period, red rubbers
All of my bros are some head busters
Ruby diamonds look like red bubbles
Money jumping call it Bunny Bread
Me and money, we like bread and butter
All the blood coming from his head
He a red head, he look like Peggy Bundy

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Hundreds and fifties, can't swap a dime for a penny
Can't swap a thot for a baddie
Hundreds and fifties, can't swap a dime for a penny
You know that's a stupid decision
Hundreds and fifties, got blood on the money
Got blood on the bitches
Blood on the hundreds, blood on the fifties
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Amen[Intro: Lil Wayne & (DJ Raj Smoove)]
Raj Smoove (Yeah)
The greatest DJ in the world (Yeah)
Ooh boy (Yes!)
We about to say a prayer for all our loved ones
I'mma call this one "Real Rap"
Anybody you lost, put 'em on your heart
Because this rap is real, you know?
Light it up for 'em
I hope you ain't too tired to cry
And I hope you know
You ain't never too alive to die, heh

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Listen, I grew up where the people call them people on us
Think we slangin', but we just got beepers on us
Grindin' all day like we got sleep insomnia
Living like the videos, write a treatment on us
Stuck in the hood like they poured cement on us
Ghetto bird still shittin' on us
Government still quittin' on us
Lost a few homies, and the grief's still sittin' on us
So we got their names written on us
White folks still spittin' on us
And them bitchass police K9's teeth still grittin' on us
But we smoke, ashes still gettin' on us
Older bitches still hittin' on us
I remember well, Beezy rolled a L
Beezy ain't here — Where's Beezy at? Beezy got killed
And that was my nigga, I go way back with my nigga
But I know that's how it happened, my nigga
Shit is much deeper than this rappin', my nigga
But now they all rappin', my niggas
So now I must make it happen
So I'mma play the captain, sailboat flappin', my nigga
No fingers, I'm snappin'
Happy for my nigga Lil Tagus
'Cause even though we couldn't, the Lord saved him
Last time we seen him was when Katrina hated
Shit, found his body like a month later
Rest in peace, boy
He was a East boy, and so was Wessy West
He was a good nigga, so I know he blessed
And his daughter is a princess
This shit is harder than a bench press
But I'mma keep goin'
And I swear I got a lump in my throat
But I'mma keep on pumpin' the flow
So if I cry, don't stop the beat
I feel like my heart just stopped a beat
My nigga Lil Derek was quick to cop a ki
Either that or load the gat and go pop a G
And because of that he's just a name in a rhyme of mine
I pray his family and his momma's fine
So much shit just sit on this mind of mine
I think about it all the time, I drink about it all the time
I smoke back to back
'Cause if my thoughts got to me, I'd be in this rap
Or I'd be in the can
Thank God I had dreams of being the man
Yeah, and fuck a man with a badge
'Cause he ain't shit to a man on the edge
The 5-0 killed Naudy, good boy dead
Man, you would've thought they killed cornbread
Shot him up, face down on the lawn
Not to mention, with his handcuffs on
Not to mention, they had plain-clothes on
And the complaint goes on
But nobody do nothing about it
The jail house and the morgue is too fuckin' crowded
And hate is at an all time high
Everybody gotta hate, it's like a fuckin' iPod
Shit, and they tried to burn my Phantom up
But I got my gun license, haha, I got my hammers up
I'm ready to shoot like a camera —
Stay still motherfucker
I'mma have to write my will this summer
'Cause if they don't kill me, I'mma kill this summer
Yeah, and you can put that on my late Father
Or my late Grandmother, Miss Mercedes Carter
Or my Grandfather, Larry Balsock
The old man hustled 'til his heart stopped
And all I know of my real Pops is that he had money
No bank account, that brown paper bag money
Yeah, he might hit me off with a little brag money
But the nigga still wouldn't be a dad for me
But look how I turned out, I hope he glad for me
But that's why when I see him I acts mad funny
'Cause he's a joke to me
Don't message, don't call, don't talk to me
It's just me and my mama, how it's supposed to be
And I make sure she paid like she wrote for me
And I know she gets all hope from me
And I don't ever wanna see her mope for me
Hopefully, but, truthfully
There is a day that's due for me
But we gon' pray that it's as far as the future sees
You are listening to the future Weezy F. Baby
Amen
[Outro: DJ Raj Smoove]
Rest in peace to my cousin Kim Carbo
My nigga Vick
Rest in peace lil' Harold
Shoutout to my nigga Steveland! Rest in peace, pimp
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Out West[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
No Ceilings 3, that's right
Featuring Young Thug, let's go

[Intro: Young Thug & Lil Wayne]
(Thu-thu-thu, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy)
Pull up on your block, old school Chevy four doors (Oh, ayy)
I hit for a brick when & spent it on Melrose (Ohh, ayy)
I was tryna kill ya, no brainer, scarecrow (Oh, ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I might shoot up the casket
Shoot up the funeral, shoot up the pastor (Buh)
I'm boutta shoot up the set, shoot up the movie
And shoot the actor (Pew)
I'm boutta feel like the cameraman, nigga
'Cause I'm gonna shoot with a Canon (Yeah)
I got the Uzi with the banana clip
You get the fruit like you Adam, yeah
I let it ring like Saturn
Yeah, I'm talkin' rat-tat-tatta, yeah
I'm talkin' grrt, rat-tat-tat-tat-tatta
Sound like Spanish, yeah
I do the MC Hammer after they bury thеm
They get the hammеr and nails
Hair trigger, squeeze, blatt
Send 'em to Heaven quick as a bat outta Hell
Yeah, if I had Bazooka, I'd blow this whole shit up
Nina take his soul away 'cause she a soul sister
One over your head, one under your nose, nigga
If you're comin' back to life, then pull up in a Ghost, nigga
Uh, I got the Devil in me (Yeah)
I got the reverend with me (Amen)
I got your halo, I got your wings
I got your feathers with me (Yeah)
Rose petals with me (Yeah)
I got the shovel with me (Yeah)
And you in the desert with me (Huh)
Drugs, I got several in me (Yeah)
Now dig your grave all by yourself (Yeah)
I got heads on top of my shelf (Yeah)
Bitch, I got a graveyard under my belt (Under my belt, bitch)
I want you six feet under that Earth (Bitch)
I put your picture on front of that shirt (Bitch)
I let my bitch sleep in one of them shirts
And she let me piss and cum on that shirt (Bitch)
Chop his head off (Yeah)
Stop by his mom and drop his head off (Yeah, yeah)
I'm with Satan, he got on a shirt that say, "I'm with Adolf" (Yeah, yeah)
I got the Devil ridin' shotgun, Hot Boy and the cold killer
Take a picture, say, "Cheese," decompose, nigga
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug, Lil Wayne, Young Thug & Lil Wayne]
Bitch, I got the Devil in me (Got the Devil in me)
High speed, yeah, I got Berettas with me (Got Berettas with me)
Oh, and a nigga ain’t safe in the ground, we gon' dig 'em up (Yeah, dig 'em up)
Graveyard, bitch, I got a shovel with me (Got the shovel with me, I keep a shovel with me, oh, yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Wayne]
You ain't gotta do no askin' (Do no askin'), I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, yeah I'm tryna, tryna)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu, shoot up your casket, shoot up the casket)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, thu-thu-thu)

[Verse 2: Young Thug, Young Thug & Lil Wayne]
Hit 'em in the stomach, give him hiccups (Huh)
If I had a Bazooka, I'd blow this whole shit up (Yeah)
I'm tryna take the gold off his casket
Wipe his nose (Slatt, wipe his nose)
Ain't no tellin' what I wanna do
Man, only God knows (Woo, hey)
Shoot to the max when I pull up on you (On you)
Mad Max, I'm on one-thirty-two (One-thirty-two)
Cinemax, watch me move when I move (When I move)
I think God picked your card, man
I think he want you (Gotta go home)
Anybody with 'em get whacked (Yeah)
Every time you see me, got a Gat' (Got the Gat')
And my bitch, she a brat (She a brat)
All these hoes did that (She did)
Why the fuck these niggas did that?
Tampax Pearl, nigga, bleedin' through the jacket (Blatt, blatt)
Run up on 'em, take his racks (Blatt, blatt)
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug, Lil Wayne, Young Thug & Lil Wayne]
Bitch, I got the Devil in me (Got the Devil in me)
High speed, yeah, I got Berettas with me (Got Berettas with me)
Oh, and a nigga ain't safe in the ground, we gon' dig 'em up (Yeah)
Graveyard, bitch, I got a shovel with me (Got the shovel with me, I keep a shovel with me)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Wayne]
You ain't gotta do no askin' (Do no askin')
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, yeah I'm tryna, tryna)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu, shoot up your casket, shoot up the casket)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, thu-thu-thu)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, yeah I'm tryna, tryna)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu, shoot up the casket, shoot up the casket)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, thu-thu-thu)

[Outro: Young Thug & Lil Wayne]
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy)
Pull up on your block, old school Chevy four doors (Oh, ayy)
I hit for a brick when I spin it on Melrose (Ohh, ayy)
I was tryna kill ya, no brainer, scarecrow (Oh, ayy)

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
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California Love[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
We met at city walk, universal studios
Uhh so beautifullll
Truly cold
Shawty need a movie role
I am not an actor but I'm stickin to da script
And Tony Montana had me stickin to the blimp
But now I got an actress stickin to my hip
And she hit me with her fubbb
You can roll the credits, and shawty is my fetish
And you know I like em redish and shawty is reddish
You know I like em fast and shawty is the last number on my dash
Uh, speedin like a cop behind me
Tryna catch up wit this girl like some 57 Heinz
And you deserve lobster mami
So how bout I make reservations at crustaceans for now
Table for two, just me and you, some drinks and some food
Couple yeah I know's a couple jokes
A couple cries a couple girl I know you lying, lines
Cup of Patrón
Cup of Dom Pérignon, cup of hound
Cup of moans, couple groans
Couple ground, and we get our couple on
And her goodies so good I can't make a bad sound
And her pussy so good wish I could wear it for cologne
And her pussy so wet I wish I slip and break my neck
And I took her to Rodeo she shop all day-o
And I fucked her Hollywood ass like she was from Vallejo
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I wish they all could be California girls
California ca ca California
Man I wish dey could be Californa girls
California ca ca California
She my California love
My California love
That girl's my California love
My California love

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uhh but shawty got the nerve doe
Cuz now she telling me to stop, now she said she wanna stop
Now I'm callin one stop, where the purple? Like where the purple?
And my mama told me never hurt a woman but what if that woman hurt me
And they say love is priceless but right now it's dirt cheap
And we say we will fight this until round 13
But just like Mike Tyson we were not sure thing
We were only biting on a dream
In that boxing ring
And in dat box is a ring... a ring
Now somebody call Don King
And tell him shawty give me back my ring
Shawty give me back my ring
And the bell went ding
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Uhhh my Cali's consist from Compton to the Valley
A few stallions in Rancho Cucamongo
So run those they say waitin patiently like a drumroll
From my area codes got em all from 213 310 323
Oh, I got bad one up in Carson
Soon as we met her heart stuck, she gorgeous, I'm falling
Can't fall though never been my morals, just plenty oral
I'm young though so before we start get ready to bounce like a 6-4
Now what's ya info? Sexy text me like using a pencil
And your friends been know, I'm real GD
Young Money baby no rental
But b4 it all end though, just remeber, I'm dat uhh
You exited on now tell ya friend to enter
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Ask Dem Hoes[Intro]
Yeaaa buddy
Weezy F. Baby Baby
Yeah, my type of shit
See, when I do what I do, I do it
I said; when I do what I do, I do it
That right

[Verse 1]
See, she all on my dick
Cause I make a lot of money
But I don't know why
Cause she gets none; bring it back
All on my dick
Cause I make a lot of money
But I dunno why
Cause she gets none from me
She only get dick
Way down in her tummy
And she tell all of her friends
Now her friends wanna; bring it back
Only get dick
Way down in her tummy
And she tell all of her friends
Now her friends wanna fuck me
I'm lookin in the mirror
And I see a dollar sign
I had a CAT scan
And I had money on my mind
I tell a bitch
Go and get my name on ya spine
So I can feel good
When I'm hittin it from behind
I'm crack rock fresh
Baby I'm that boy
Now put me in a pot
And watch I come back hard
Yea, put me on the block
And watch I come back rich
Now she done put me in that pussy
She ain't come back since
Hah!
[Hook]
Ask dem hoes
Yea, ask dem hoes
Ask dem hoes about me
Ask dem hoes
Mmhmm
Yea, ask dem hoes
Ask dem hoes about me
I'm a beast, ask dem hoes
I'm a dog, ask dem hoes
I'm a beast, ask dem hoes
I'm a dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch I'm a beast, ask dem hoes
Ho I'm a dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch I'm a beast, ask dem hoes
Ho I'm a dog, ask dem hoes about me

[Verse 2]
Hat to the side
Rims on the ride
It can't fit in my pocket
And I don't have to; hold up
Hat to the side
Rims on the ride
It can't fit in my pocket
And I don't have to cock it
Scarface, bitch
Cocaine by the pie
Got them hoes sniffin
Like them hoes about to; hold up
Scarface, bitch
Cocaine by the pie
Got them hoes sniffin
Like them hoes about to cry
Ms. MySpace
Don't blow my high
I download hard dick
To your hard drive
Then she got on her knees
That's when we locked eyes
She caught it
Like it was a routine pop fly
I'm dope boy fresh
New jeans, new everything
Them bitches want me like a wedding ring
I told her that I'm married to the money
Committed to the cash
All I see is pussy, titties, and the ass
[Hook]
Ask dem hoes
Yea, ask dem hoes
Ask dem hoes about me
Ask dem hoes
Mmhmm
Yea, ask dem hoes
Ask dem hoes about me
I'm a beast, ask dem hoes
I'm a dog, ask dem hoes
I'm a beast, ask dem hoes
I'm a dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch I'm a beast, ask dem hoes
Ho I'm a dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch I'm a beast, ask dem hoes
Ho I'm a dog, ask dem hoes about me

[Verse 3]
Call me Weezy F., bitch
I'm straight from the street
The dope game is sour
And the dope is sweet
I live in the towers
Got a scope on the heat
Hit you from 100 feet
We don't even have to meet
Ya bitch love me
We don't even have to meet
But if I run into her
Believe me I will; hold on
Ya bitch love me
We don't even have to meet
But if I run into her
Believe me I will do her
And if that bitch is crazy
Believe me I will sue her
Got some hungry-ass lawyers
That will eat her up and chew her
I don't know how you love her
I wish I never knew her
She only gave me brain
She was just another tutor
She blew my whole band
I was just another tuba
Now get off my dick
And get lost in Aruba
It's money over bitches
Cash Money over bitches
Young Money over bitches
Get money from them bitches
I do!
[Hook]
Ask dem hoes
Yea, ask dem hoes
Ask dem hoes about me
Ask dem hoes
Mmhmm
Yea, ask dem hoes
Ask dem hoes about me
I'm a beast, ask dem hoes
I'm a dog, ask dem hoes
I'm a beast, ask dem hoes
I'm a dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch I'm a beast, ask dem hoes
Ho I'm a dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch I'm a beast, ask dem hoes
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I Got Some Money on Me[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes
I don’t be politicin', I’m not political
Fuck you talkin' about? bitch I’m Kenneth Cole
My goons masked up, Rey Mysterio
Bitch, eat somethin', I don’t like skinny hoes
I hit her from the back, she on her tippy toes
I smoke that Green Day, I’m on my Billie Joe
I’m a dog bitch: B-I-N-G-O
I’m a rich ass nigga, you bitch ass nigga
I’m from the school of Hard Knocks, you skipped class nigga
Tell her bust that pussy open, bend it over bring it back
Get some brain out that ho and call that ho a "brainiac"

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes
I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes
Fuck you talkin' about? bitch I’m Kenny Cole
I’m a dog bitch: bingo
Every bad bitch love me, I’m Young Money
Tell em pop that pussy for me, pop that pussy for me
And my niggas got the guns, they're aimin' at your skully
Tell them: "pop that pussy for me"
Pop that pussy for me !

[Birdman]
Uptown gangsta life, made man, 5 star nigga
Ya understand me, give a hundred and hundreds
1 hundred
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
If you a bad bitch, say "fuck them other hoes!"
I’m in my lane bitch, you a gutter bowl
Boogers in the watch, it got a runny nose
I like a pink pussy, just like a bunny nose
And we are Young Money, the untouchables
I hit her from the back, I make her touch her toes
I’m on that drink baby, I think I’m comotosed
I’m feelin' real good, Stevie Wonder-ful
And everybody with me strapped, tell them hoes adapt
Shoot ‘em in his head, he dead before he collapse
Young Money we the crap, no salary cap
Money talks bitch and mines yap, yap, yap
I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes
I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes
If you a bad bitch, say fuck them other hoes
I’m feelin' real good, Stevie Wonder-ful
And we don’t talk about it, we do it, do it, nigga
Shit can get ugly, Patrick Ewing, nigga
Them niggas can’t see me, but I see through them niggas
And fuck the police, on or off duty nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I’m on some other shit, I’m stuntin' on them hoes
Bitch I’m smokin' pot, like I’m on the stove
I’m in this bitch, bitch, I’m so Hollygrove
Them hoes treasure me, like a pot of gold
Boy, you thin crust, fuckin' Dominoes
I’m laughin' to the bank, this shit is comical
We do it real big, astronomical
I make her fall for me, bitch, Geronimo
Now get it poppin for a nigga, show me what you’re workin' with
I’m fly as a mothafucker bitch, no turbulence
Please know my niggas got them pistols for emergencies
I’m lookin' for a head doctor for some brain surgery
Some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes
I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes
I’m laughin' to the bank, this shit is comical
I make her fall for me, bitch, Geronimo
50 shots in a chopper, break em off proper
You niggas can’t see me, fuck yo binoculars
I’ma coconut Ciroc’er, a beast like Chewbacca
I’m runnin' this shit, I don’t even need blockers
[Birdman]
Priceless, fresh off an island, hundred mill
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I Want This Forever[Hook: Drake]
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever mayne
I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall
And tellin' every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever mayne

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Shit, nigga, this what I does
I swear I ain't lyin' like this is my cubs
This is my tub and I'm dirtier than the summer, bitch
Weezy F. Baby, always lookin' like I done some shit
You ain't on nothin' bitch, better know who you fuckin' with
Try to fuck me, I'll kill you and who you comin' with
No homo, T, I had to go stupid
I'm on them high heels and I am no Bootsy
Collins Avenue, ridin' with the Phantom roof gone
Or the Maybach two-tone, and my rims are too grown
That mean they 24's boy, what are you on?
I'm richer than a bitch without the grey poupon
Yeah, I'm talkin' out of my head
I make a blue-eyed bitch just admire my red
I'm a blood muthafucka, a blood muthafucka
Forever like E-T-C, period muthafucka
[Hook: Drake]
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever mayne
I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall
And tellin' every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever mayne

[Verse 2: Drake]
I'm so unsigned, it would blow ones mind
Cause to every single record, I am so unkind
There are no holds barred, there is no love lost
Nigga, this that crack and you know drugs cost
So P-A-Y-U-P
I don't think you'll ever find another nigga like me
Never L-I-E, I got everything I tell 'em I got
This young nigga showboat like I'm sellin' a yacht
Ya heard me?
Who else tryna smoke? Yeah, nigga, me too
Cause take my mind off the preasure is what weed do
Your girl wetter than the bottom of a ski-doo
And take a bitch from any nigga is what we do
So bite down ho, or get the right dentist
I told Wayne I'm goin' in like a life sentence
And understand I send shots at who it's meant for
Never had a mentor, copy that: 10-4
[Hook: Drake]
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever mayne
I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall
And tellin' every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever mayne

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
Put on my OJ gloves and go and kill this shit
Make a plumber throw his plunger like, "I can't deal with this shit"
They say I'm throwed off, I stay on pitch
The flow ain't formal, I don't slack on shit
Bitch I'm back on my shit like a fly
Since you wan' be fly, throw you off the roof, fly
Like Pookie, take a dookie on the rapper loose leaf
And throw his trash ass through the window like Mookie
To a shark you just sushi
You ain't hard, you're coochie, Wally Oochie
Soft as newborn booty
Said I'm movin' slow, I'm just thinkin' fast
Look back, I ain't behind you, I'm 'bout to lap your ass
And nigga I don't rest, I'm up 'til my time's up
I been a tec chef, all my beef prime cut
This ain't punch lines, nigga your punch is lyin'
Cause the only punch you ever gave was Hawaiian
[Hook: Drake]
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever mayne
I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall
And tellin' every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever mayne3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hot RevolverYoung mullah, baby
Umm, young mullah, baby

She sayin', do you have the time
To listen to me whine
She askin', who's on the other line
You diss me everytime
I tell 'em, baby I'm a star
Shit, I'm above a star
And now, I done got so high
I did forgotten who you are
Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh, ah ah...

Im in love with you
But I can't be with you
Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight
Right up out of town
Young mullah baby

She sayin', do you have the time
To listen to me whine
She askin', who's on the other line
You diss me everytime
I tell 'em, baby I'm a star
Shit, I'm above a star
And now, I done got so high
I did forgotten, who you are, are, are
Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh, ah ah...
I'm in love with you
But I can't be with you
Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight
Right up out of town
Young Mullah baby
Hop up on my spaceship
Girl I gotta drop your ass off
Last night, yeah we were spaced girl
You love it, girl I gotta take off
Cause I'mma be here next week
So call your company and take off
Oh oh oeh oh oh eh...

Cause she say "Wayne Wayne"
So she got me all impatient
Cry me a river, I can hear my conscious
While I say aloud

Boy you got a problem
And you ain't foolin' no one
But yourself
You're like a hot revolver, hot revolver
But you ain't killin' no one but yourself
And so she's gone to party town, on her own
And you go by yourself, so all alone
I told her I can be with her
But I can't be with her
As much as she like me to
She like me too much, that's the problem
Oh my god then, shorty be wildin'
And when I say I got to leave
You wouldn't believe all of the things
That she'll do and all of the things
That she'll say to make me stay
And I be like, daaaaaammmmnnnnnn

I been that boy for forever
I'll be back someday
But she wanna go with me to outer space
So we made love in the Milky Way and then I send her on her way
Boy you got a problem
And you ain't foolin' no one
But yourself
Your like a hot revolver
But you ain't killin' no one
But yourself
And so she's gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
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It’s Young Money[Gudda Gudda]
I gets it in all day
In the studio all work, no play
I could pay a visit to your block all day
Fuck what ya’ll say I spit raw hard yay
Millz twisting up the sticky not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac
Trucks, sluts with us, fake tits and their asses fat
Gudda ain't your average cat, I’m something like a savage that
Came up in the jungle and adjusted to this habitat
I’m sick of nigga garbage raps
I ain't bout to battle rap
Grab the gat, hit 'em in his chest make a cabbage patch
I’m after that chedder cheese nigga
Where the cabbage at?
Gudda Gudda motherfucker there’ll be nothing after that
I’m bout to go HAM on this motherfucking track
In fact I’m better than a lot of niggas better get your raps intact
See me on that big screen and think shits sweet
Diarrhea music when I let this hot shit leak
Uhh, take heed and listen when a real nigga speak
Or slide on a razor blade up shits creek, nigga

[Hook - Gudda Gudda/Lil Wayne]
Uhh, I’m screaming MOB
Money Over Bullshit
Don’t bullshit me
Hello world it’s Little Full Clip Me
Got-gotta wake yo ass up, can’t let the bullshit sleep
It’s Young Money (It’s Young Money)
It’s Young Money
We take money
It’s Young Money (It’s Young Money)
It’s Young Money
We make money
Biatch

[Lil Wayne]
I’m talking big money bitch
Hammer stay cocked like Alfred the Hitch
Take money like a pimp make money like a mint
Gettin money is the only time life make sense
People like me, but people like spiders
And spiders eat flies and you know what flies eat
And kids are the only ones that really blush
I’m real as fuck
I pull that thing and get 'em up
That bullet travel hit a gut
Then hit your fitted up
Hit your whole city up
Hit you while you laying down
Shots leave you sittin up
Run in the bathroom on your girl and get a titty fuck
Right after I bust a nut I bust the gun get rid of her
Y'a bunch of pussy’s having a pity party
My guns look like they in kindergarten
I’m the dirtiest seed in any garden
Got more stripes on my sleeve than any sergeant
The paralyzed feel me, the blind see me
And the deaf can hear me
And the smart fear me
Wh-which side you on?
Hi-highway to heaven, I would drive you home
Uhh
[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Eagle street where them twenty’s go for 25
Bitch I’m a boss I got ya ho in my assembly line
Here’s Weezy F and the 'F' is for finish line
I saved us from hip hop genocide
Medication in my cup, it's cause my flow's sick
Got a syringe in my drawers, call it dope dick
And my girls say you niggas can’t fuck with me
Check my footsteps look like there was couple me’s
We ain't promised tomorrow, but I feel immortal
Bullets beat yo ass up like Miguel Cotto
I’m the real Zorro, Rest in peace Toro
And when I die, bury me in all Polo
Kanyeezy’s on my feet with two pony tails
Bitch I’m hotter than going to hell
Oh well and the money is my only mail
And I’m a God sippin’ syrup out the Holy Grail
Oh well
And you ain't on shit, nigga you ain't on shit
Its Young Mula baby lose ya mind on every song bitch
I’m in that cherry tone six
I’m with a cherry tone bitch
And she got very strong lips
She got baritone lips so I tell her carry on bitch
And when you in my home bitch
You are coming out of your House of Dereon, shit!
Twitter Wayne at the top of every song list
I’m spittin like a long kiss
Live from the throne bitch
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Paper Planes remixIt's A Major Move Right Here Baby
Got Get Ready To Get Lost You Understand...

Money to be made best believe a nigga clockin'
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 a chopper
See niggas trying to kick it but no I don't play soccer
I'm all about my cake, I'm trying to marry Betty Crocker
A package on the way you know my whip game proper
And off of one ki, I see seventy thousand dollars
Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint
I bet with' 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 with ya head right behind ya
Dope game bitch, let his momma worry about him
You can holla at me, a fee!

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money [x4]

454 up under the hood with the hemi in it
Gaurantee you gon hear me way before that you see me in it (see me in it)
And when you see me you still can't see me my windows tinted (windows Tinted)
I'm a menace, yeah I admit it, but still I got the digits (Ya)
Waited till I'm outa buisness (Buisness)
Bend it like acrobatics
Boy, better mind your business
We strapped with the automatics (Bliiii!)
It's about who paper stackin
Not bout who act the baddest (Baddest)
Grams, I'm packin lincolns
I'm good with the mathematics
I got a kilo on me (On me)
I'm goin to see the homies (Homies)
Knowin if I get caught
That I'm goin to see Big Coney (Coney)
I'm goin all out (Out)
Never hustle scary (Scary)
I'm a thoroughbred (Ya)
Not your ordinary (Unn Uhh)
Bless my hustle berries (Berries)
Stricly bout ma cash (Ma Cash)
If I really need it (Need it)
I'm a wear a mask (Ya nigga)
Couple hundred slabs (Slabs)
In the paper bag (Bag)
And if we see the cops
Fuck it
Dippin on they ass
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money [x4]

[M.I.A.:]
Third world democracy
Yeah, I got more records than the K.G.B
So, uh, no funny business
Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go
Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And Take Your Money [x4]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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My Birthday[Intro - Lil Wayne]
Yeah, is the tune on? oh, it's on
Basically
I got Streets in the booth with me
Dedication trois

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Now let me talk my shit
Fresh up out the water like I caught fly fish
Weezy F. bitch, I can say what I please
Swagger so cold it stay when I leave
I see you little doggs just shaking out fleas
I kill dogs like I'm making Chinese, food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself not to bother me
"Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!"
Shawty won't be on my team, she could cheerlead
Shit, like "Go, Wayne, go!"
Ice on a white tee, I make a snow angel
Y'all niggas squares, but ain't got no angle
My shit's so tight you can get strangled
It's Young Money, ain't no such thing as plain clothes
Polo jammers, Louis slippers
Call them "private plane clothes"
I'm taking off, going to another land
Call her misses, never going to another man
Shabba Ranks Weezy, muthafucker, I'm a lover man
Yeah talk that shit Tune
I gotta wipe my diamond grill with a tissue
I'm talking too much shit
I eat pussy and you suck dick
[Kidd Kidd]
They call me "Lil Nut" but my nuts aren't
The same. No homo, that's how I came in the
The game, I married Mary Jane, I seen the
Spidermane, the shit that made Pinky blow
Out the Brain brain. Told Lois Lane
I can't be a Super Mane, my whole
Suit black like bat mane and I keep that iron, mane
Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out
The game, I'm back at the halftime
Like it's just an ankle sprain
Ain't no one could do it better
More hits than Eddie Guerrerra
The flow like ? at the competitors
It's mass hysteria. Historic in
Your area, 51 alien, what planet is he from
Huh? Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the shotgun
Picture Bugz with the shotgun up to Elmer Fudd
All my thugs get dirty like we running
In the mud, we 7:30 livewires
Plug off the chain, utterly untame
Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain
Hard to come out, like a love-stain
I came from nothing, fucking calling hoes
And flying planes; who the fuck could complain?
[Gudda Gudda]
So you mad cause I'm styling on you?
Lights off, mask on, creepy siding on you
Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqó
Gudda: I'm the East gang schizo
It's no coincidence, man, I bet your bitch know
How I knock her down with the Kosher dill pickle
How I yell a nigga but my heart dark like nut skin
Bitches aiming for the pockets? You get nothing
Let me get back in it, bitch
I just go ahead first, you be on that timid shit
Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit
Shitting on bitches with that Chris Brown
"Don't give me shit!" Niggas in the streets say
"Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns
Like the Pentagon. I'm just eating nigga
I'm getting my dinner on
And your bitch licking: getting her lizard on

[T-Streets]
Talk reckless, I don't give a muthafuck
I make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck
Come for you and your kids like nigga what
Niggas with elephantitis ain't got bigger nuts
Young Money nigga: big dicks, big trucks
I'mma smash a nigga if he try to diss us
Go to court: the case get dissmussed
Cause if we did time, your main bitch would miss us
[Mack Maine]
It's Mack Maine: ain't shit to discuss
I get up in a bitch throat like hiccups
I Chris Kringle bullets with niggas like Christmas
Then turn to their female dog like "bitch, what?"
My niggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis
My dick big: that's why I walk like I got tendonitis
I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis
The doc said I got a case of "real" nigganitis
He ain't got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it
See, I'm a warrior. They compare me to Leonidus
I got a set fee: I ain't about discussing prices
Cause I ain't tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson
Wish you could see my face now
Feel like I'm poltergeisting
See me in streets, be Street Fighting like
Blanka or Bison. Slicing, dicing
Like w butcher knifeing. Wifing
Bitches? Never, that shit is trifling
Young Money the fucking nicest
Put words together like a fucking hypen
Nigga don't make us start fucking rifling
Nigga we got a lot of rappers striking
Standing by the harvest for fruit
Waiting for the fruit to ripen
We run up on niggas and jack the for their stipend
Catch me in Minnesota like I'm a Viking
I'm with every video vixen you liking
I'm the reason your bitch dyking
How I get like this?
I'll pump a nigga breaks, something like Midas
I try to be modest, nigga I'm honest
And this is what I did for my birthday, bitch
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No Quitter Go Getter[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Michael Phelps this for you baby

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I’m goin’ for the gold
My heart is in control, my mind is on succeed
And I am in the lead
Don’t buy into the schemes
The science or stratege
Just giant N-U-T’s brings triumph and relief
I’m reliant on redeem, inspired by the green
Never tieing off of fatigue, never defiant to my team
Never lying on the thing until I’m lying on the thing
Hooked to wires and things I’m a die as a king
If I don’t do it now I’m a try it again
And when I do accomplish it
I’m a try it again, I’m a riot insane
I’m a lion my mane hangs down to my strings
And they’re tied to the game, I stay dry when it rain
I’m tried of the fame
Got everything to gain and I’m proud of the pain
The pride and the plain, the wise and the strange
Denied by the sane besides we’re the same
Whose guiding the train, whose flyin’ the plane
Whose drivin’ the lane
Who dies when it bang, who fires when it bang
Who lies in the aim
Two lives in the drain, who cries when they sang
You hide but you can’t, you hide but you ain’t
I advise you to thank, you’ll find what you can’t
Revive what you taint, survive what you paint
Super-size what you shrank, the fries and the drank
Admired as a saint, defined by my rank, combined with my strength
My time and my length, I’m a iron out the kinks, yes I’m on the brink
And in the eye of a wink, I’m a retire in the bank yeeaahhh
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
And I’m no quitter cause I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter
No I’m no quitter cause I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter
Yeeaaahhhh I, I’m gon’ get it, I, I’m gon’ get it, yeah I’m gon’ get it yeeaahhh
Cause I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Sshh, victory consistantly
Train all year to be the enemy’s misery
No stress visibly, neither does it enter me
I think positively
You can’t harm me mentally
Not physically, not spiritually
You’ll never get rid of me
I am the epitome of this is what you did to me
Nothin’s what you did for me, nothin’s what you give to me
I take whatever I’m visualing
Now break all of the limiting, now shake all of the gimicking
The fakery, the trickery, nurse how sick is he, worse I’m sickening
I’ll be at the finish line first
How quick is he, I’ma make sure they mention me for the next century
I ain’t with the bickering, I’m full of dignity, I’m full of energy
Pull out the inner me or bull after dinner meat
I stood in the winter heat, it could be the end of me, but good be defending me yeeeaaahhh

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
And I’m no quitter, I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter
Yeeeaaaahhh and I’m no quitter, I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter
And I’m no quitter cause I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yeaahhh I’m allergic to cheatin’
I hate failure and I’m in love with achievement
Above and beneath it
A hug when I greet it
My eyes on the prize
And I love when I seek it
Done with the speakin’ begun with the preachin’
Now pray until I am one with the deacon
Now play until I have won whatever we win
I play until I have won and then I re-win, yeeeaaahhhh

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
And I’m no quitter, I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter
Yeeeaaaahhh and I’m no quitter
I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter
I’m gon’ get it, yeah I’m gon’ get it, yeah I’m gon’ get it yeah
And I’m no quitter, I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter
Yeeeaaaahhh and I’m no quitter
I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter
Yeeeaaaahhh and I’m no quitter
I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter
And I’m no quitterrrrr3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lock and Load[Intro: Lil Wayne & Kurupt]
Yeah
Vibe with me, sweetheart
It ain't hard
Aww, fuck them niggas, I ain't worried 'bout them
This Cash Money, baby
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? This Tha Carter II
Kurupt, holler at them niggas (Nigga)

[Chorus: Kurupt & Lil Wayne]
We won (Yeah), we won (Yeah)
And then we shot that BB gun (You know)
And they lost (Yeah), and they lost (That's right)
And we took they shit, now it's time to floss (Lock and load)
We won, we won (Yeah, it's Weezy Baby, man)
And then we shot that BB gun (See, you gotta be real smooth, real slick about this here)
And they lost, and they lost (Extra gentle, on the tender side)
And we took they shit, now it's time to floss (They like it that way, hah, lock and load)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Kurupt]
Twenty-two-year-old 17th Ward vet
Life in the fast lane, little red Corvette
Little red handkerchief hangin' out the right side
Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu sign
Yep, we do shine and they gon' hate
But they hated Jesus, baby, we won't break
So we ride like four Pirellis, so secured
No security, no protectin', no comparin'
Loc-in' heavy, Ocean 11
Aviators, vote-takers, so fakers, ah
No players, I'm Hollygrove to the heart
Hollygrove from the start, don't cross Earhart
Boulevard was the ward I come from
One-seven, one shot? Never that, blum-blum
Brr, brr, pop, pop, clap, clap
What the fuck, Hollygrove, stand up (Nigga), duck
[Chorus: Kurupt & Lil Wayne]
We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun (Get low)
And they lost, and they lost
And we took they shit, now it's time to floss (Lock and load)
We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun (Yeah, me and my nigga Maine is in here smokin' and laughin' at you cats)
And they lost, and they lost
And we took they shit, now it's time to floss (Let's toast to how funny these guys are, we lock and load)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Kurupt]
Get 'em, get 'em, Weezy, hit 'em where you kill 'em easy
Sit 'em in the river, leave em, they find 'em tomorrow evening
Sinkin', I'm probably drinkin' that syrup
Thinkin' I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' like a broke hip
He ain't know I got the nina with the full clip
That's a somersault, backspin, full flip for ya
Push this button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothin, I'm just bustin' until the scene clean
Twelve hundred for the jeans, stop playin'
Hundred dollars for the Glock in my pants, who the man?
I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Knock your brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I strap a jet-black gat 'til the death
Tell my mama to bury me with that, no bullshittin'
My hood gettin' kinda crazy where I be
So Ronnie's with me 'cause he's the OG (Nigga)
[Chorus: Kurupt & Lil Wayne]
We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun (I told 'em)
And they lost, and they lost
And we took they shit, now it's time to floss (Gotta duck your head, lock and load)
We won (These niggas mad), we won
And then we shot that BB gun (You know they hate you when you get money on 'em)
And they lost, and they lost (But they losin', that's right)
And we took they shit, now it's time to floss (Yeah, lock and load)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Kurupt]
Fresh out the back seat of the phiggity-Phantom
The haters, I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like, "What up?"
If it ain't 'bout money, I keep goin'
I'm tryna get that green, niggas tryna mow my lawn, but fuck
Them boys, I got the shotty on my arm
If them boys run up, I leave they bodies on the lawn
And duck the fuck outta there, 'cause baby, it's outta there
If this was a movie, it's time to roll the credits, cut
It's all over, all of your brains is all over the motherfuckin' block, I'm a motherfuckin' rock
Hardbody, Eagle Street, seventeen shots
Night vision, double clip, hot steady beam Glock
Pop, drop, little man, drop
This is not for little bitches, you man or a fox?
I'm layin' in the drop, thinkin' of more money
Cash Money, Young Money, take money, your money (Nigga)
[Chorus: Kurupt & Lil Wayne]
We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun
And they lost, and they lost
And we took they shit, now it's time to floss (Yeah, lock and load)
We won, we won (You know, I thought they knew it was really real, Daddy)
And then we shot that BB gun (Yeah, homeboy)
And they lost, and they lost
And we took they shit, now it's time to floss (My motherfuckin' wristband was three hundred dollars, no lie, lock and load)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Dolce & Gabanna
They should pay me for sayin' that shit
So is my jeans
They wasn't three hundred, but they Dolce too
Yeah
Mhm
We won, motherfucker, we winnin' over here
That's right, hey
Somebody call Gordon, tell him pull up front
Open the doors, suicide 'em
Let's ride out
If you got money, you know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
If you don't, keep thinkin'
If you can do that
Your losing streak is goin' up
Why? 'Cause we here
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A Dedication[Andre 3000]
This just my interpretation of the situation

[Lil' Wayne]
And this is my dedication
What's poppin’ dedication 4 ho (D4)
And this is dedicated, first off
To my city
The lost city of New Orleans
But umm, I wanna speak to my city
And I wanna let ‘em know that
We can’t be lost for long
And we damn sure can’t be lost forever
So it's time we find ourselves
Within all that water
Within all that dirt, within all that blood, within all that pain, within all them cries
It’s time to find ourselves, New Orleans
Because memories are everything
And when I say memories are everything
I mean it’s important what you are remembered by
And trust me. I, you, we
Don’t wanna be remembered as the lost city
I’d rather be remembered of the city that found glory after all that tragedy
Strength, yea
Also I built that skate park down there and get them kids off the streets
You’re welcome
But umm, we gotta get up man
Fuck it
Rise above it
So a lot of people ask me
What you gonna do for your city?
I be like motherfucker, you ain’t hear what you just said?
What you gone did for your city?
Motherfucker, that’s my city
Therefore I still got family members in that city mane
What the fuck I’mma do for them?
You know what I mean?
And I do my best, trust me
And that’s what the fuck I do for my city
I do this right here for my city man
That’s what the fuck I do for my city
I do me for my city
So therefore I am remembered by my city
Ya dig?

And this is also dedicated to
Them bitch niggas
You ho niggas, you pussy niggas
You broke niggas yea
Fuck you with a sig dick
Pause
I can’t stand you pussy ass niggas

And this also dedicated to the bad bitches
First off, them chocolate women
I know I talk about them yella bitches in the real bits all the time
But um this dedicated to them chocolate women
Ya dig? I ain’t say bitches or hoes
Not how it seems like
Yea
And this is dedicated to them yella bitches and them red bitches
Know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout? Ugh
It’s also dedicated to my niggas, my homies
They still pump that bass
Fool nigga to dick nigga
Wuchu gonna do about that?
It’s dedicated to all my motherfuckin’ niggas that’s fuck this with me
Pause
Been down on me since day one
Nigga they been down on me since day two
Nigga they’ve been down on me since today
This love nigga

And this song’s also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out with this mixtape
My nigga Mike Bailey
My nigga Young Jeezy
Jae Millz
J Cole
J Gutter
Real Flow, Lil' Mouse
The beautiful Nicki Minaj
DJ Drama
My nigga Tez Poe, Mack Maine
Know what it is
Stunna Man
All young money, cash money man
It’s also dedicated to my skatin’ niggas
Truk fit, truk the world
Fyber O, DJ Crack
Know what it is
Supra
All that shit
Shout out to the hoes skatin’ world
I appreciate you all for acceptin’ a real nigga
Bustin’ my ass and shit but um
Pause, I get it
We that shit nigga
Fuck wrong with you?
And this also dedicated to you
Whoever you are
Wherever you are
However you are
I hope I’m remembered
D4 ho
Rest in peace Chris Lighty3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Bang Bang[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Bitch!
The Aphilliates, nigga, holla at your boy
Uh-huh
DJ Drama!
My lip all fucked up
You probably could hear it, like, on my P's and my B's, but it's cool, fuck it
Gangsta!
Get 'em!

[False Start: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Shooting 'til my motherfucking hand fall off
You're track stars; the gunshot ran y'all off (Gangsta!)
I pop like a soda, watch the can fall off
I can kill y'all and y'all boss (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards! Oh!)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Shooting 'til my motherfucking hand fall off
You're track stars; the gunshot ran y'all off
I pop like a soda, watch the can fall off
I can kill y'all and y'all boss (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Shotguns, handguns, louder than a band drum
You fucking with the drum major, let me play you the anthem (Oh!)
Bang-bang-bang-bang, call it heavy metal
I say, "Bang bang," bitch, I make you feel every letter
B-A-N-G, B-A-N-G
G-A-N-G, we spray then leave
We play when we—no, we play N-E-
V-E-R; C-P-R
Doctor Carter, are you the disease, boy?
Young Money, motherfucker, *these* these boys
Bitch is you crazy? We's retards
Watch Nina, Mac, and Tommy have a brief ménage
Like: (Gangsta!) (*bang-bang*, *bang-bang*)
Hehe! Like: (*bang-bang*, *bang-bang*) (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Hehe, yeah! Soulja Boy on the beat
But you can call me Chef Boyardee
'Cause I'ma heat this shit, and I'ma eat this shit
Planet Earth is my toilet, you're beneath this shit
Then I flush and wipe my ass; gunslinger like a pass
I cock back and throw a bomb—now, Hail Mary
You tale-fairy, fairytale, very frail
And yeah, we got them hammers, tryna hit every nail
Let them sail up the river with that ho shit
Or leave them face-down in the fucking ocean, yeah
I ain't on no other shit, bitch, I'm on some more shit
That, "Hello, how you doing? I am at your front door" shit
That, "Aww, naww, he got a gun! Oh shit!" ... shit
Shit
[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
Okay, it's Young Money, what you know 'bout it?
The semi-auto'll rip open your body and tear the soul out it
And all that fronting shit, nigga, I don't know about it
Call me Master Jae, bitch, I'm so 'bout it
Even my ho 'bout it, and don't doubt it
'Cause we both a-be Angelina-and-Brad'-ing
Spazzing and blasting, blasting and ratatat-ing
And nah, I don't cook, but like potatoes, I a-mash 'em
I don't give a fuck about your money or your fashion
Shots through the window of your brand-new Aston
You get out, try to run, now your chest where them bullets crashing
Pine box niggas, no crutches, no casts, and
No wheelchair, just the two-door, long, black wagon
Flowers on the side, and four wheels to steer
I ain't never scared, and I ain't never care
So fuck what they doing over there, I'm doing it here
You're nothing like me, fuckboy, don't be outlandish
We gorillas in the mist, y'all just some "Kung Fu Pandas"
Sweet like Fantas, ha
My blood is the same as Bruce Banner's, hit record on the cameras
Motherfuck all the bullshit and antics
They saying, "He ain't gotta get a clearance from Wayne"
That's a disadvantage
Being broke is a foreign language for me, like Spanish
Musically, I direct thrillers, call me John Landis
[Break: Jae Millz, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Hahaha
Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!
Fuck that nigga in the red jacket, nigga
Gangsta!
Gangsta Gri-Zillz!

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
It's the 5-0-4 slaughterhouse bloodbath
Lil' nigga stand tall like a gi-raffe
One-man gang, animal, cannibal
Eat rappers for dinner, my nickname "Hannibal"
Guns for days, I show you what this cannon do
Hit you and split your motherfucking man in two
I grab the chopper southpaw, that’s how I hold the toy
I aim and crank that bitch like Soulja Boy
I’m in the streets one-deep, I can hold my own
And shit, it’s only one seat, and I control the throne
Look, bitch, I’m on my crazy-ass shit
You see the gun poking out like Sheneneh lips, yeah
Watch your lips when talking
'Cause I be on your grave, nigga, leaking in your coffin—
Rest in piss! When I die, let me rest with clips
Rambo, I’ma go on my Sylvester shit, bang!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Magic[Intro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]
I'm ready, I'm ready, ahh-ahh-ow!
Rest in peace, Pimp C! Yeah!
Gangsta Gri-zillz!
Lemme spark up first
A dedication!
I'm ready, ahh-ahh-ow!
Rest in peace to Kid Stewart (Trendsetter!)
Rest in peace, Pimp C, yeah!
Rest in peace, my nigga [?]
Gangsta Gri-zills!
Lemme spark up first
Let you know what the fuck is going on (D3!)
Dedication 3
Count it
1, 2, 3 (Dramatic, nigga!)
DJ Drama!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, money make Weezy; Weezy makin' money
I keep my dick in my pants, but them hoes take it from me
I go to sleep on Monday, and I wake up Sunday
I go to sleep with money and wake up with money
Man, I'm on 'bout five of 'em
My girl so thick, you can see her ass from the side of her
Haha
Your girl just came in her booth
Somebody better get her a flammable suit
I got that bitch jumping like a kangaroo
Ain't a thing to do but bang and screw
I live in the cloud like the angels do
Hey, traffic, let my Vanquish through (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)
Hey, ma, this what I think of you
I wanna fuck your head off and fuck your ankles loose
Then drink the juice, I'm danger-oose
I got her clothes falling off like the hanger loose
Mm, I be the monster in her closet
She wanna go to Mars, I tell her, "Hop on top my rocket"
Five, four, three, two, one, takeoff
John Travolta with the head, I suck your face off
Tell your man, "Take that cape off"
I put his ass in the pocket like the eight-ball
Wait, y'all, I've never been tall
But if I stand on my money, I'll be with God, ha
Like "Hallelujah, baby!"
It's—It's Young Mula, baby
[Break: Lil Wayne & Gudda Gudda]
Hahahaha
Y'all niggas stupid
Alright, look, ugh

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Young Gudda
Put the gun to your head, make it pop like a bubble
When I pop off, you in trouble
Gat to your waist, click-clack, niggas' fucking knees buckle
Look at these suckas (Gudda!), talking this bullshit
They don't know Gudda got a full clip, and I pull shit
Leave your stupid ass wet like a pool, bitch
I don't bullshit, no
Leave a bitch nigga stinking like bullshit
Gudda ain't the nigga you should fool with, no
These niggas know me, nigga, knife like Shinobi, nigga
Hahaha

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Heh, your mother owe me, nigga
Your brother pay me, nigga, your sister lay me, nigga
And I made your wife suck my Weezy F. babies, nigga
I'm still a crazy nigga, fucking right, I'm wildin'!
Nigga, I just made a hundred fucking million dollars!
Nigga, I ain't even gotta rhyme!
Nigga, I just made a hundred fucking million dollars!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Ain’t Got Time[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Full of vanilla, flyin' over chocolate mountains
I stare at the Pacific while I'm smokin' on a kilometer
The feds, they hot on us, one hundred on the thermometer
They raided my private plane, I went got one that's more privater
R.I.P. Juice WRLD, wrote that on two cups
Cuz pour out a lil' juice for him, shit gave me goosebumps
Nigga been through too much, lookin' in the rearview to see the future

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And that just don't sit right
Living like I can't die, Bumbu in me
FBI arrest me, why?
They can't nail me so thеy just screw with me
I just try, try to hide
Somеtimes it's hard to find time to be the good guy and still be someone
Enjoyin' my good times more than sometimes, and I just hope

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I don't get time 'cause I ain't got time
I was high as fuck yesterday, damn, time flies
Where am I?
I admit I can't live when I think too much, too much on my mind
I don't get high, I got high
I was high as fuck yesterday, damn, time flies
Where am I?
I admit I can't live when I think too much, too much
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
But sometimes I'm at home and I gotta focus (Gotta focus)
I told bae, "Someday, I could be gone, and you might have to post up"
Fuck what I'm talkin' 'bout, I run my mouth too much
Got too much on my mind, think about too much
Said, "It's our time to shine," then the clouds blew up
She said, "You better lock me down 'fore they lock you up"

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And that just don't sit right
Living like I can't die, codeine in me
Just look through my girl contacts
I don't know what she see in me
I just try, try to hide
Sometimes it's hard to find time to be the good guy and still be someone
Enjoyin' my good times more than sometimes, but I just hope

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I don't get time 'cause I ain't got time
I was high as fuck yesterday, damn, time flies
Where am I?
I admit I can't live when I think too much, too much on my mind
I don't get high, I got high
I was high as fuck yesterday, damn, time flies
Where am I?
I admit I can't live when I think too much, too much
[Verse 3: Fousheé]
Oh, yeah
Can't get a plane off the ground, I feel, sometimes
But even the weights get to bask in the sunlight
Are you really listenin'? We're waitin' for the punchline
Is anyone listenin'? I'm waitin' for the punchline
But I just don't have the time
Watch the flash, don't blink your eye
But my head hurts, ooh, don't lie
But I'm think I'm livin' right
But some shit just don't sit right
Shit just don't right
But some shit just don't sit right
It just don't sit right

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
And that just don't sit right
Living like I can't die, codeine in me
Just look through my girl contacts
I don't know what she see in me
I just try, try to hide
Sometimes it's hard to find time to be the good guy and still be someone
Enjoyin' my good times more than sometimes, but I just hope9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Intro (Disc 1)[Intro]
Uh...
Hello
New mixtape, bitch, called Da Drought 3
Hahaha!
Yeah
This—This—This—This was—This was was s—supposed to be the intro but...
Hahaha
I guess I'ma gon... Um...
Do what y'all came here for
Yahh
Yee-ah

[Verse]
Rasta, dem king of the jungle
Dreadlocks swing down mi back like Rapunzel
Mi bredren sling dem pack in a bundle
We-a take ya ting, sell it back to your uncle
And we-a make it rain 'til our dances to come true
We-a make it rain 'til ya better bring a swim suit
Alone when I cyame, but I'm leaving with dem two
Gyals give me brain, give me brain like Temple
And him got game, game sharp like a pencil
And if you want fromage, we can crash like a cymbal
Look pon me window, ah mi new sports coupe
Twelve horses in the hood, sitting on horseshoes
Come from the land dat Jesus walk through
Sacrifice me life, man, I bleed for mi own crew
Dem no wanna rum-rum with me, dem no want to
Murder dem and di family dem belong to
Gangsta, dem know I run the street like the car do
You can haffi leave me or dearly depart you
Hip hop is mine now, mine—what ya gyan do?
I can jump on any nigga song and make a Part Two
Playtime for me, 'cause see, to me, they are cartoons
How come every joint be on point like a harpoon?
How come every bar stand strong like a barstool?
How come every line so raw, you gon' snort two?
Murder dem, man, I murder dem
Fuck a competition, man, I murder dem
Man, I murder dem, man, I murder dem
Fuck a competition, man, I murder dem, ha!
[Outro]
Yeah!
And that is why I'm hot!
Hahahahaha
Ahh
It's Da Drought 3, welcome! Have fun!5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Drowning[Intro: DJ Drama & Yaj]
A Dedication
Rest in peace Fredo Santana
Say that she used to be a lifeguard
Say that she [?] drown

[Chorus: Yaj]
Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning
Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless
I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me
Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds
Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning
Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless
I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me
Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Don't ask me for shit but this blunt or this dick
Fake love in the air, love bugs turn to ticks
That's more than enough, Pink Floyd in the cup
Brrrrrp, I always pick up, 'less she callin' my bluffs
Smell it, like it, buy it, light it, hit it
Mix it with some molly now we gettin' scientific
Bought another house just to put more pots to piss in
Bitches got they hands out
I shake it like we just did business, this just business, wait
Oh my God, I'm drowning in her kidneys, she like
(Oooooohhh) I just listen
And the higher notes she hit it, I know I sound like a grizzly
And the cocaine look like crystals, that's that white girl, call her Chrissy
Hol' up, listen, see, you fuck it all up, you put that wall up
You feelin' yourself, but I can't hate, 'cause you got that soft touch
Okay, you standin' in rain and driftin' it
You lookin' for change but penny pinch
You swallow your pride, I'm sippin' it
You drown in your tears, I swim in 'em, 6 shit
[Chorus: Yaj]
Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning
Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless
I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me
Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds
Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning
Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless
I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me
Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds

[Verse 2: PoppyH]
I'm off the codeine refill my cup
Robotic coupe while I'm pullin' up
Was feelin' down so I spiked my cup
Was in need of you so I hit you up
Hollywood, I'm in a loft
Catchin' plays, Randy Moss
Bag 'em up, ship 'em off
Fuck the law, what's the cost?
Please don't be freaks on me, ooh get the snakes on me
Been "What's the cost?" Get 'em in, get 'em off
Pop a perc I take off
Got a bitch [?], then she claim she from Mars
That bitch a liar, though
Say she a rider, bro
Say that she also a model, bro
Say that she used to be a lifeguard, savin' you
You don't see me drownin' hoe
[Verse 3: Marley G]
Marley don't shoot 'em, but I still keep a chopper on me
Trap in silence, if they want you know that I'm a-(ooh)
Niggas hatin', debatin', don't wanna see me prosper
My flow is ill as fuck, niggas better call a doctor
Over when the fat lady sing done sing like an opera
Back in the G, I was flippin', runnin' through the projects
In the backyard with Tune ballin' in a pair of Balmain's
Last time I bought my bitches, I swear I love 'em all, mane
I be high as fuck, I be fly as fuck
My bitches is nasty, fuckin' her from the back, she callin' me daddy
With two in Miami, all for the family, do it for granny
I go with my move, nothin' to prove
Droppin' Choos, wearin' jewels
Couple thou' on the shoes
Shawty wet like a pool
Bitches see me and they drool
We don't [?]
YM, never lose
It's my time, no snooze
It's my time, no snooze
YM, never lose, yeah

[Chorus: Yaj]
Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning
Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless
I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me
Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds
Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning
Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless
I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me
Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
The craziest place I've ever seen a Lil Wayne tattoo on someone is... you ready? So, I'm 'bout to explain it, um... inside the lips of their pussy. Um, that's just the craziest place. So like, even when you see the pussy, she can show any man her pussy, he won't see it. She has to literally open her pussy up for you to see the name. Shout out- shout my homegirl, that's my homegirl, one time for her. I love you, girl. What's the craziest place I haven't seen a Lil Wayne tattoo is when people come up to me and say "You know I got your name on me, but, like, I can't show you right now 'cause I'm in work," or, "I can't show you right now 'cause," whatever. You ain't got my fuckin' name on you, shut the fuck up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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1 Night Only[Girl]
I have no doubt, that I could love you forever
The only trouble is, you really don't have the time
You got one night only [x5]

[Lil Wayne]
And when they see me, they C-3 baby

She marks her calendar, reschedule every plan
She knows when I'm coming, she's more than a fan
She got my tour dates, she also got a man
But even homie gotta understand
She got (one night only [x2])
And no one gon take it from her, nothing's gon' make her miss it
And when I go she'll miss it
But she'll never forget that (one night only [x2])
Next day another city, she's never coming with me
I'm nothing more than memories
Memories she keep forever
She always dream about me, wish she could sleep forever
She get her fit together, she get her shit together
After my concert, she wanna get together
I get her on my bus, we chill and sit together
She has no curfew, I can take the bitch wherever
Come off a bit respectful, I'm on a different level
I got her feelin special, then she remember
She got (one night only [x8])
[Lil Wayne]
But I can make you love me forever
Baby I can make you love me forever

Now all the hoes hate her, the dudes wanna date her
Her nigga saw her leave, she deal with him later
Right now she with the greateast, I'm even homie's favorite
How could he even blame her, she doin him a favor
She let that nigga love her, she let that nigga save her
But when I come she let a nigga take her
Take her for (one night only [x2])
She turnin off her phone, she turnin off her pager
Tell hime that shit on roam, that nigga goin in labor
(one night only [x2])
These niggas hate the game, but they can't block the layup
And she go home to him, he sicker than a patient
He waitin at the table, no breakfast at the table
He ask her where she been, she say stop trippin it was (one night only [x8])

[Lil Wayne]
But I can make you love me forever
I can make you love me forever, yeah

[Lil Wayne]
Them older bitches jealous, say she's a groupie whore
But every woman in this world was you before
See everybody wish to porn that superstar
But when it come true, how true you are
You got the (one night only [x2])
See, I can't be her man, and she can't be my girl
Oh, but we fuck like it's the end of the world
And we got (one night only [x2])
I got a wife, she knows, my wife ain't on the road
When she come to my room, she take off all her clothes
Say anything goes, tomorrow same clothes
We probably order movies, we probably lay together
But we can't stay together, that's when I gotta tell her
[Girl]
I have no doubt, that I could love you forever
The only trouble is, you really don't have the time
You've got one night only [x4]

[Lil Wayne]
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Dipset[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Oh, yeah
Cut the music up in the phones, Drew
My hair is blocking 'em
My shit growin' like my money (The Runners!)
Haha! Let's go
Yessir!

[Hook: Cam'ron sample]
I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet!
I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet!
I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet!
I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh... I'm so DipSet, DipSouth Baby
If you don't like it, nigga, fuck you with a AIDS dick
I hope you die 30 times, nigga, murder moms
No fast talk, I'm on that syrup, I'm on that turtle-time
If Killa say the nigga dead, then a nigga dead
If Stunna say the nigga dead, then a nigga dead
VIP, we be then niggas banging in the red
Don't drink Cristal no more, just pour it on white bitches' heads
This ain't no Tommy Hilfiger, this that Polo, ho
We are the biggest group alive to get that solo dough
And we gon' get that dough until they say there's no more dough
I smoke a ounce, I got that bounce, I got that pogo flow
Just shot a video with R-uh Kelly, but no homo, though
Really didn't wan' do it, but I fuck with T.S. and Fat Joe-Joe though
I am a robot, and this robot is on overload
And bitch, I always will be hot like I'm an overcoat
[Hook: Cam'ron sample]
I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet!
I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet!
I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet!
I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Um... Dollar after dollar, holler at your guala
I'm rolling like the Stones, I need a water bottle
And if you need a pill, T-Streets and Carter got 'em
Supply the whole party, we got the party popping
We in New Orleans popping, we way in Harlem popping
In California popping
Them Ed Hardy-rocking skinny whores with all them problems
Bitch, you can eat these pills and chill and tell me all about 'em, shit...
Hold up, my heart is knocking, don't worry. water stops it
Hold up, your mouth is dry, don't worry, water mops it
I got a great idea: We should have sex
Bitch, I'm like Dante Hall: I just throw up the X
My dick be still hard, I be so up for next
That's when you slip up and fuck around, and fuck your ex
That be that bullshit, but it's the fucking best!
I get her to pop a pill, and come and fuck the set
And I fucking rep!
[Hook: Cam'ron sample]
I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet!
I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet!
I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet!
I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet!

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
DipSouth
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I Got No Ceilings[Intro: Lil Wayne]
No Ceilings
Haha! Yeah!

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Party on the beach, p—party on the beach
Party animal, they done let me off the leash
I got my weed from the West
My pills from the East
And two bottles of Goose—that's "geese"
Haha!

[Hook: Mack Maine]
No Ceilings (No Ceilings, motherfucker!)
Tonight's gonna be a good night (Yeah!)
Tonight's gonna be a good night (Young Money)
Tonight's gonna be a good, good night (Haha! I like this)
No Ceilings (Yeah!)
Tonight's gonna be a good night (Yeah)
Tonight's gonna be a good night (Yeah)
Tonight's gonna be a good, good night (Ahem)
No Ceilings!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tonight’s the night, I’m high as height
Ugh, I’m young and restless, I shines my guiding light
And, um, I’m living right, yeah, my health alright, huh
My money good, and my girl a dyke, shit
Let’s live it up, yeah, no dying down, yeah
Yeah, let’s shoot the bar; sh— shit, I’ll buy the rounds, hey
I’ll take the shots, chyeah, I’m bulletproof, yeah
Nike, "Just Do It," I do what it do
I was drinking before I came; when I got here I did the same
I don’t like beer—I like champagne; so, cheers to Lil Wayne
And if she think she get my number, just hope my number don’t change
G—G—G—G—Girl, stop playing, I got that pussy on a string
Now, let’s do it
[Bridge: will.i.am & Lil Wayne]
Let’s do it (Hahaha!), let’s do it
Let’s do it, let’s do it (No Ceilings)
And do it, and do it
Let’s live it up (Yeah)
And do it, and do it
And do it, do it, do it (Hahaha)
Let’s do it, let’s do it
Let’s do it (Young Mula, baby!)

[Hook: Mack Maine]
No Ceilings, woo-hoo! (Ha!)
Tonight’s gonna be a good night (No Ceilings)
Tonight’s gonna be a good night (Motherfucker)
Tonight gonna be a good good night (Young Money)
No Ceilings, woo-hoo!
Tonight’s gonna be a good night (Now, I’m 'bout to really go in)
Tonight’s gonna be a good night (I’m going in!)
Tonight’s gonna be a good, good night (Scoob, I see you!)
No Ceilings

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Okay, kush got my Dutch fat as fuck; Weezy F.—I’m bad as luck
I’m already at the top, I’m 'bout to pull the ladder up
Flow crazy, I need a counselor; I’m hip-hop’s announcer
I’m in the gun club—do you want to meet the bouncer?
Been a beast, and still, I am; now, I rock, and still, I jam
Few niggas with me got that white girl like will.i.am
Look up, bitch—ain’t no ceilings
See me at the top, controlling things
Anybody beat—it's a motherfucking murder scene! I do it!
[Bridge: will.i.am & Lil Wayne]
Let’s do it, let’s do it
Let’s do it, let’s do it
And do it, and do it
Let’s live it up
And do it, and do it (Yeah, haha)
And do it, do it, do it
Let’s do it, let’s do it (No Ceilings)
Let’s do it (Motherfucker!)

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine]
Yeah!
Shout-out to the Black Eyed Peas
Woo-hoo!
No Ceilings, motherfucker
Young Mula, baby! I’m gone5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Dipset 2[Lil Wayne]
Kush, good kush, yup
Weezy, dip dip, Wayne set set
And I grip Tecs, leave 'em water bed wet
And I know just where to put these hollow tips
His chest, his chest, his chest

Yea, ayo, I take on a gang of gangs, anything, animal, orangutans
Gorillas turn to Bathing Apes, when I make it rain
I got a whole collection, I got a dope connection
I got a coke connection, I got a dough infection
No homo, my flow is as hard as an erection
So that's why it's "fuck the world" with protection
Haha, pay attention to the lecture
My words carry life, like a stretcher
Yeah, you know young Wayne in here
Smellin' teen spirit, like Kurt Cobain was here
Yeah, yeah, we got them thangs in here
And we will bang in here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And the bank is here Lincolns here
Grants is here, Jacksons here, Franklins here, them dead motherfuckers
And the drank is here, dank is here, stank in here
Gangstas here, wankstas fear... that red motherfucker
And my city hot, ride with the itchy cock
Coupe with the titties pop, motherfuck a city cop
And I got the hater like, when will he stop?
Maybe a minute after never, set ya clocks
I'm a nut case, Uptown my birthplace
They feel me coming like the weekend on Thursday
We got Vegas chips, nigga bet bet
I hope you boys ready, because I'm jet set
And when I come up in the building, you already know bitch wet
Bitch wet, bitch wet, fuck now
Hahaha
Yes, um, gloves, draws, socks, tees
All made by Ralph Lauren
No shades, just my eyeballs watching them
Tattoos on top of them
Igloos for watches and champagne for breakfast
And sports car for lunch and pussy for dinner
I eat rappers and call it pussy for dinner
Yea, ask the paparazzi, I'm in the Maserati
Ridin shotty, bad bitch, Clyde and Bonnie
I call her Kami, that short for kamikaze
She call me Daddy, and never short with Daddy money
It's Weezy Baby, shine like a brass monkey
I'm never broke, never have a cast on me
Always paid, always got cash on me
I gotta feed, the pockets in my pants hungry
I'mma Phantom hauler, a shooter, not a brawler
And your girlfriend's a determinded Carter caller
Control a bitch and let a nigga hold a bitch
I put her on the corner shit, I let her make a porno flick
She will play the role again, whenever she roll again
Pop a pill, then roll again, now we on the road again
Yea, I work her, work her, tell her be my slave
Bitch I'm paid, out my cage, I just Can't Feel My Face
With Santana, we well riders, like Al Qaeda
Supreme Da Da, Young Moolah, Bird Junior
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2 Hot for TV[Intro: DJ Drama]
Baby, this dedicated to you
'Cause you make it look so good
So easy

[Pre-Chorus 1: Lil Wayne]
She said, "I love you Tunechi," I said I love me too
She said, "Can I come through Tunechi?"
Bitch, come through, we through
And I'ma go plum dumb in it and we all need fruit
She said, "Babe, you so crazy and I'm your crazy glue"

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Because you make it look good, make it look easy
I never come down, I'm too high to see me, hold on
I make it look good, I make it look easy, yeah
I never cool down, I'm too hot for TV, hold on
She make it look good, she make it look easy, yeah
She never come down, she never come easy, no
We make it look good, we make it look easy, yeah
We never cool down, we too hot for TV

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Cut all my exes off, higher than cholesterol
Tried to play professor and the bitch take a semester off
Wishing on a superstar, trippy life is too bizarre
Quickie in my roofless car, bust a nut and blew the horn
When she snort this Loius Vuitton and she keep the new ones on
Life in living color, she the one I spend them blue ones on
And it's right where you belong, girl, he make you Uber home
When he calls she threw the phone, I just cut the music on
Waiting for some Dominos, listenin' to some Commodores
Acting like some carnivores, after that we comatose
I ain't tryna bullshit my baby and she know me better
Told her, more money, more Prada, and the more the better
[Pre-Chorus 2: Lil Wayne]
She said, "I love you Tunechi"
I said I love me too
She said, "What you up to, Tunechi?"
I said, "That's up to you"
She said, "I don't want much Tunechi"
I said, "And you'll need two"
She said, "Babe, you so crazy and I'm your crazy glue"

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Because you make it look good, make it look easy
I never come down, I'm too high to see me, hold on
I make it look good, I make it look easy, yeah
I never cool down, I'm too hot for TV, hold on
She make it look good, she make it look easy, yeah
She never come down, she never come easy, no
We make it look good, we make it look easy, yeah
We never cool down, we too hot for TV, hold on

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Your ex, he so petty, fast food to her veggie
Gas you with unleaded, I had to 211, yeah
Now you're too hot for TV, but I tell you don't sweat it
Don't wax or trim them edges, I treat that bush like Reggie, yeah
But I don't smoke no Reggie, I give her Coke, no Pepsi
And her best friend a lesbian and I want more affection, yeah
Been fucking on the legend, the Michael Jackson, Jesse
Lil Tunechi, Elvis Presley, Hendrix, future, past or present, yeah
I'm too hot for TV, too high for my exes, I'm rated triple x's
Too much drugs, sex, and weapons, yeah
And I'm too high to see me, diamonds shine in 3D
No Fugazi CZ, y'all boys really PG, damn
[Verse 3: Lil Twist]
I make it look good, I make it look easy
I get it from Weezy, been too hot for TV
She said I love you Twizzy, I said I love me too
Now bring that big ass over here and come do what we do
She pull up on the kid, she suck my dick and try to kiss it
I told her, "Hold it", call her friends
If they ain't fucking, can't get in
I fuck her on the kitchen counter, drop my kids off on that chin
I tell her face down, ass up, I wear it out like a new trend, oh shit
Lil Twist, drop a four, four, four
Fuckin' crack down on the Act
I'm sippin' slow, slow, slow, yeah
I'm a lil freak on my camera shit
I got that Hannah Montana, bitch
Pull out my dick, can you handle it?
Then

[Pre-Chorus 3: Lil Wayne]
She said, "I love you, baby," I said I love me too
She said, "Can I come through, baby?"
Bitch, come through, we through
I'ma go bananas in it, you know we all need fruit
She said, "Babe, you so crazy and I'm your crazy glue"

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Because you make it look good, make it look easy, yeah
I never come down, I'm too hot to see me, hold on
Make it look good, make it look easy, yeah
I never cool down, I'm too hot for TV, hold on
She make it look good, yeah, she make it look easy, yeah
She never come down, she never come easy, no
We make it look good, we make it look easy, yeah
We never cool down
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Don't I make it look good?
Don't I make it look easy?
I could never come down
I could never come down, no
Don't she make it look good?
Then she never come easy, no
We could never cool down
Too hot for TV, yeah
That's some sick shit

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Skateboarding these days is going awesome. Umm, new tricks I've landed. Umm, y'all don't really know nothing about that shit. When I say "y'all", umm, I don't mean none of my fans, I don't mean people who don't skate, I don't mean people who do skate. It's just a lil, you know what I mean, it's a skate thing. You run into a skater, he, he or she, they'll run into ya and let you know what I mean. We always think that y'all don't know what the fuck we talking about. But uh, you see how I put myself in that "we", like I'm a real skater? It's all good though, shout out my skaters!
Umm, yeah, it's going well these days. I'm 'bout to drop a new part. I don't even know if you know what a part is. But I'm about to drop a new part and you'll see the tricks that I've learned. And uhh, when I learn some new ones, I'm not gonna tell you what they are because if I drop another part, then I already told you what tricks I learned. You gon' be waiting to see them shits. So, you know, now that go. You run into a skater there2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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No Mercy[Hook]
No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down
No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down

[Verse 1]
Undisputed, Tunechi
Let's talk some sports, baby, I know my sports, baby
From the field, arena, octagon, to the court, baby
The new kids on the block, over here at Fox
Dominating the debate
Now they take a second take, uhh
Hold up, wait, it's time to skip all the other stuff
It's Shannon Sharpe the sharpest, that's why he cutting 'em
You don't know Skip Bayless, rock, you been under one
Eyes don't lie, just hope you see where I'm coming from
Numbers don't lie, this a Fox Sports One-on-One

[Hook]
No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down
No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down

[Verse 2]
No, let's go face to face, I embrace debate
I don't make mistakes, I just make my case
Drops mic when I'm done, what more can I say?
I bite to my tongue, I don't like the taste
I'm on in the morning, I own my opponents
I'm always in the zone, need to zone out to zone in
And we could get it popping, pick the topic if you want it
Skip and Shannon, skip that hopping
Took these fours and made a posse, alright
You are kidding me, whoa
[Hook]
No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down
No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down

[Bridge]
No feelings, relentless
Fearless, relentless
Fearless, relentless
Fearless, relentless

[Hook]
No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down
No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down
No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down

[Outro]
No feelings, relentless
Fox Sports One6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Weezy F Baby[Hook]
I go by the name of Weezy F (x7)
I go by the name of Weezy F Baby

[Verse 1]
Damn money in my pants got damn
Im the motherfuckin man now
CMB cash cow
I own Cash Money
I own Young Money
My own Cash Money loyalty spoils me
Yea my nigga fuck wit me and war wit me
Rolls Royce leather seat
Burner in the car wit me
Turn ya into lunch meat
Nigga stop playin wit me
Weezy Baby fireman, even in Miami Heat
Yea and all my business is handled
Cut on the television and I'm on every channel
I'm on every single song u like
Big dog charger so imagine what my money like
Got bitches tryna get they tummy right
Hopin that they catch me in they city on a lucky night
Walkin out the Bell Harbor Mall wit ten bags
Fly as a motherfucker girly on my stable
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Might give a ho the papers
Might take a ho to Naples
Might give a ho some paper
But won't go below the navel
I got a little mami
She live in Little Haiti
I call her Dick Tracy
And she call me Warren Beatty
But call me Weezy Baby
And don't forget the Baby
I hit her from behind
I make her shit the baby
When she get on her knees
She don't forget the baby
My old hoes skinny cuz im wit the thickest lady
That ain't the video
Don't like the single
So stop hatin you ain't doin nothing ho
The young king ho
So clean yea
So fresh smellin like a new box of cash
Thank the game play her soft
I shoe box ya ass
I'm just tryna be the boss of course nigga
I throw on a condom and she start wobbling
Now say my name you kno that I bes good
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
The son of a stunna inside of a man gustle
Lets face it I'll dust ya
If I lose I'll mug ya
Baby girl if its cool I'll fuck ya
Then after that I don't wanna hear of ya
I'm born pimp, bitch get accustomed
Rich since youngin
Rich while im rhyming
Rich when I finish
Rich while im livin
Rich til I die
And my dick in the sky
Fuck the world with my clips and the irons
Its Waynes World (excellent)
Party time bitch
Let the clothes hit the floor its party time bitch
Dick, pussy ain't shit
Flip it when I dive in
Sippin when I walk in
Sippin when I walk out
Get her to the mansion
Fuck her til she fall out
Now say you got a bitch
That don't kno how to do it
Just open up her mouth and put a lot of dick into it
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On My OwnThis is what they call me

[Verse 1]
Eagle, Eagle Carter man
In a '96 Regal contraband
On my way to the east to the laundromat
Got to wash that 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
Dollar holler at your boy on the ave
In that Jeep pidico is what I'm known to have
Shit tend to be slow I put on the mask
And make it Halloween and take all your bags
I say Holly-holly grove won't you go and stand up
And make these motherfuckers understand
I say: "Look coach they pitching at me under hand"
But I'm a designated hitter I adjust so fast
Ya'll men designing women, I'm a woman's man
I'm the Cash Money prince blow the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major set back when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that jet black four at ya mami's spot
I'm trying to get back door I demand it now
Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down
'Fore the neighbors they overhear me tear it down
Yeah it's Weezy F. Baby and his crown, the prince
[Hook - Reel]
This is my town, my home
This is my crown, my throne
This is me on my own
Let's get it on

[Verse 2]
And the hand gun is so included
Don't get it confused I want no confusion
And keep ya ho 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
It's money over bitches that I am going to keep proving
It's Weezy F, I got ya momma groovin'
Out of all the Hot Boyz she say I'm the coolest
I bought my bag of oranges its time to juice it
This game is a bitch and I'm trying to seduce it
I floss, a awful lot of haters try and reduce it
But the laser on the 45 is eyeing you stupid
One shot to remind you who is
That fly little nigga that's behind the trigger, Wizzle
I'm off chronic combined with liquor
But niggas'll never see me like Momma Tigger
A 80's-baby a fighting nigga
I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga
I'm something you call pepper like a Viking slick
See me over the viking stove I'm whitening bricks
Or in the middle of the shoot out untightening clips
Pop another one shoot back while lighting a spliff
I do this you catching my drift
Representing with my section on my belly and shit
I am the prince
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
So roll the carpet out cause you fucking with a nigga from the royal South
See you either in or you out and if you out stay in cause them warriors out
Those vultures, them cops, and the lawyers out
I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out
No nigga I never call your house I'm probably somewhere taking Toya out
Not answering my phone, man, ignoring ya spouse
She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth
Hey I'm ready to knock a boy in the mouth
Give me the name naw better yet point him out
Hey, me and the streets got a joint account
I'm from the streets that you need to be warned about
New Orleans whoa they put the gat in your mouth
And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out
Few roaches but never had no rats in this house
Never tell on one another leave that in the house
Always been a small hustler moving my packaging out
I ever run into some trouble send them savages out
These niggas talking sweet I get them cavities out
I got graveyard fliers man I'm passing them out
Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now I am the prince4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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What He Does[Verse 1]
Yea, but she always say, but she love my style
And if I stay out late I'm coming home rich
Thinking bout that pussy on the grind got me home sick
Them dollar signs on my mind got me on this
If I don't hustle then what happens in the morning
Do the sun even rise, do the birds sing
When I can stand over the stove and make the birds sing
You think about that I'll be right back, ring
There she go baby call right back click, ring
Then she call right back click, ring
I toss the phone in the back, quick think
Shit you all I got, but if you leave me where you left me than be on that clock
Gettin' it, and when a nigga hittin' it you lovin'
No crying no fussing, just a simple I'm coming
So when you baby boy out there running
Don't cry don't fuss it's simple I'm coming

[Hook]
I know what he does
(I know what he does)
But ohh I'm in love (so in love)
(My baby), that's my baby, have his baby someday
And yes it's hard (so hard, ohhh)
But that's my baby
And I love him, I love him yall
[Verse 2]
Yea, I roll up on her in that earth toner
She can smell the work on me when I work on her
I see through that smurk on her, it hurts sort of
But I been in to deep since my first order
I just tell her don't expect the worst
She say she don't wanna be stuck standing next to a nurse
I say I don't wanna be stuck standing next to a curb
She said she don't wanna, I say shut up you pressing my nerves
She say, who you telling shut up, then she get up
Start packing her shit up, start calling her sister
Sister dosen't pick up, the tension start to pick up
She crying, she got hiccups, I'm tellin her to cheer up
I'm laying down she tell me sit up, I sit up
She push me down I sit up
She push me down I get up
Then I act like ima hit her
But I'm a better nigga
She can't find a better nigga, nah

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I think about you when I'm riding dirty
Said I love you for I left, I hope you heard me
Case I never make it back, I hope you heard me
And if you ever have twins name em bright and early
Cause I'm up for the money I hope you down with it
No this ain't game but I can be found in it
And why be in it if I'm not gon win it
So I be playing til the last minute, you don't get it
See that ground hurt when you hit it, I wouldn't lie baby
But fuck with me and you forever fly baby
So far from the buttom I swear
Smell the work in the air, I'm there
You can never take that from me
And what I been through you can't take back from me
If I offend you then mama get back from me
But if you love then I know you coming back for me, you love my style
[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Comme des Garçons[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Okay, Comme Des Garçons and some new Saint Laurent
I mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel
I throw on some Fendi, a mink when it's windy
Too cold for the Devil, I'm snowin' in Hell
Skatin' on marble, I flow in thin air
I'm dancin' on water, tip-toein' on nails
Can't walk in my shoes, can't roll in my wheels
Can't order my food, you throw up that meal
Can't do what I do, you can't do me
Yeah, I would not try to do you, I'm too me
Look at my sons' faces, I see the new me
I look into they face and I see the beauty
I take a vacation and go see some beautiful shit
Come back with a whole different view of this shit
My third eye just opened 'cause two wasn't shit
It's either that or too many hallucinogens
Got a cute-ass lil' bitch with a coke habit
That lil' bitch at my crib 'til the snow cappin'
When we fuck, man, that shit make her go faster
She so numb, man, that bitch ain't got no passion
Ain't no love in that bitch, ain't no romancin'
Ain't no love in that bitch, ain't got no magic
Ain't no judgin' that bitch 'cause we both addicts
She in love with this dick, it got gold status
Huh, Comme Des Garçons
I got that bread like a biscuit, a bun or croissant
Got the feds on my dizzick, they bustin' my balls
And she play with my dick, make me bust in my drawers
And I take off my Ethika, I'm gettin' naked
And she gettin' wet and now I'm gettin' erections
Oh, she say it spiritual when I have sex with her
I'm blessin' her, I think I pop too much ecs' with her
I fuck with my ex with her, you keep the rest of her
Don't care who left with her, I don't wan' F with her
Hop off that pedestal if you wan' leave
Then it was my pleasure, them thots is more pleasurable
I'm on my medical, smokin' my vegetable
Bro cut my revenue down to the decimal
Rollie, I stare at you, then I start tellin' you
How much I care for you, I diamond bezel you
Comme Des Garçons with that Yves Saint Laurent
I mix new CDG with some new YSL
I pop my trunk, how this new chopper feel?
All you get is "buck-buck" like a two-dollar bill
I'm so fucked up, they say, "You gotta chill"
So-so fucked up, Tunechi, you're outta here
Raw in the cut, smokin' dope, poppin' pills
Since I'm goin' so nuts, I drip pure almond milk
Ugh, Comme Des Garçons, fuck what they all say
Nigga, fuck what they done, I give a fuck what they on
I run in your place, like, "Honey, I'm home," like, "Honey, I'm wrong"
'Cause I tell you, "I love you," and honey, I don't
Got too many girlfriends, got too many girlfriends, one in my trunk
Ooh, money, I flaunt, ooh, money, I flaunt
I spend money on war, which one of y'all want war?
None of y'all want war, that's what the fuck l thought
Fuck you thought, I drop a contract on your heart
Give a fuck what that cost, suffer that loss
Stuffed in that box and dumped in that park
Fuck you thought, I drop a contract on your heart
Give a fuck what that cost, gotta suffer that loss
Stuffed in that box and dumped in that park
Okay, Comme Des Garçons and some new Saint Laurent
I mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel
Can't walk in my shoes, you can't roll in my wheels
You can't order my food, you gon throw up that meal
Comme Des Garçons
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Mula Gang, lil' bitch
Mula Gang, lil' bitch

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
Young Money, Mack Maine, Tez, let's get it
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Famous (LWA)[Intro: DJ Raj Smoove]
Greatest DJ in the world
Best Rapper Alive
Young Money Volume 1!
LilWeezyAna!
Raj Smoove
Yo Taz, I see you
The greatest DJ in the world

[Verse 1]
OK, I spit that, get back
I'm intact, in fact, the author's authentic
OK, I spit that, get back
I'm intact, in fact, the author— (Ooh, boy!)
Oil, slick like Syntec, inject
Even the paralyzed feel my impact, as I...
Skim back over my words that's on the page
I'm lyin', I don't write, I get high and ignite
I got a serious mental plan and dental plan
And you don't want to bring the giant out of the gentle-man
Gee, golly, gigabytes, and a gorilla's hand
To the side of a nigga face like I don't give a damn
Even if he's with his mans and thems
I put his plans and limbs all over his pants and Timbs
And I wasn't fortunate to grow up like The Sims
But instead I blew up before I grew up, haha!
I spend eight and put two up
'Cause you never know when I have to do what
Do when? Do who? Do you and you two
And you too, woohoo, haha!
Now, I'm cuckoo like birds with my words
I'm poopoo, meaning I'm the shit on you turds
Yes, and I get on your nerves
Yes, and I get on your nerves
And yes; and I get on your nerves
And sit on your mind like piss on the curb
Bitch-bitch! Disturb me? While I'm working-ing?
You are just another Earthling
Be in the game, shit I must be first-string
I like my tucks baggy and my turf clean-ean, ah!
Check my pattern/scheme
I probably have on rocks from the Moon, and Saturn's ring-ring
Uh, whose badder, give 'em a ladder
Tell them climb on up here and watch me get at her
The badder part about it is, these niggas hate
But you won't even get a bar on my mixtape
I'm probably on a boat feedin' a bitch grapes and crepes
By the way, that's French pancakes
Je parlons Francais trés bién
Garçon adore chaude lesbiennes
Pardon my French, pardon the stench
But I smoke that Grinch 'til my eyes squinch
I meant "squint," I'm so bent like a dent
But bitch, I'm still no Clark Kent
[Hook]
And my Momma used to tell me
Not to let nobody fuck with me
It stuck with me
I keep it real to the world, publicly
Unbelievable
I said my Momma used to tell me
Not to let nobody fuck with me
It stuck with me
I keep it real to the world, publicly
Unbelievable

[Outro]
Bitches say they love you but they hate you
And they say that it's all a part of our animal nature
Son, just watch your damn behavior
'Cause every animal has a tamer
I come from where the gangstas came from
Go down like the rain that the drain sucks
Goddamn, the game sucks
Thank God I'm famous
Thank God I'm famous13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Mula Gang[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Man, starting five when it's game time
Talking drugs on my main line
That's a strange sign, I can't really trust you
Ain't have a clue that I was working so hard to get where I'm at
I can vision this shit, had a dream
Call me Jay Luther King
Now I woke up and I'm living this shit
Time change, people change too
Never let the people change you
Pack made it safe, we straight
Pull off in a cocaine coupe
Got two snow bunnies with me
One Becky one named Sue
Sue don't really do what Becky do
Becky sexual with the crew (gang)
2000 at HollyGrove
This the year of the Mula
I put that on Mula
Pull out the passports, fuck a city hoe
I need a bitch from Aruba
She say my dick like a ruler
She lemme fuck her medulla
Then I pass that hoe to Euro
When it come to head, that hoe better than Super
I'm gone
[Hook: Jay Jones]
Wait, I think I'm made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo'
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang

[Verse 2: Euro]
Check
I'ma do 'em like Big Meech
This strip club's in '03
Like when MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT
Keith Moore with a low fade
Fiends still in the Stone Age
Goons in the crowd strapped hope
They don't clap while I'm on stage
Side talk, I'm immune to
Been the new kid in the new school
I ain't too fond of the new school
I'm an old soul in a young man
Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through
Two cokes still a hot boy
But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge 'till I beat whoever I lose to
We the ones who had good girls, by the pool snortin' up lines
I'm the reason all the bad college bitches never showed up on time
We the one who had Cristiano in Japan throwing up signs
Born to lose but I built up, always knew growing up
I think I'm made for this shit
[Hook: Jay Jones]
Wait, I think I'm made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo'
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang

[Verse 3: HoodyBaby]
I'm Steph Curry I'm Wardell
I'm all hell, when the Warriors come out to play yall all fail
I got fish scale, I got four scales
I'm the nigga in the city pushing dope deals
Hoodybaby in the kitchen when the smoke clears
I can clear 200,000 like my throat, yeah
I make it rumble in the jungle where koalas lie
Bitches call me Hoody bear, i'm koala-fied
Oh that went over your head? I'm over qualified
Really make them guns fly, bitch I'm stuck in overdrive
Trick or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide
All this trapping in my Jesus piece like show you right
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
L-A-T
Moms was hard on me with grades
Had to turn them B's to A's
Now im turning words to paper
Turning birds to haters fry their wings and legs
I prefer a leg, I deserve a raise
Should be overpaid, I just toast the bread
I ain't burn the bread
Made it gold instead turning more than heads
Take a lemonhead, turn it into bread
Got the golden dreads, got me on the meds
Had a talk with Tez about me on the meds
Forgot the shit he said, I'm out here on the edge
Don't try to sell me, Reg
I'll knock ya off the ledge
I'll pop off on sketch
Spraying like pledge, bullets gon' spread
Catch 'em like Dez, all in ya ass
Handguns in the console
I'm a shark in the fishbowl
Running plays on my rich hoes
Sunny days in the North Pole
I'm a play, play my part hoe
Turn a rock to the charcoal
Heart throb but my heart cold
Short ride on a long road
Long days and them long nights
Big dogs and we all bite
Big words just all hype
Small talk, large price
Alright, not nice
Heart cold, hot ice
She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, drops mic
Stop light, stop running your mouth 'fore I run in your mouth
From a hundred dollas to a hundred accounts
Got fuckin problems, tryna figure 'em out
Niggas run in your house waiting on my count
Bitches in they house waiting on my call
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang
Yes Lord
I think I'm made for this shit

[Hook: Jay Jones]
Wait, I think I'm made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo'
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Gang, gang
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That Ain’t Me[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Cut the music up please

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I shall never leave Hip-Hop
Controlled by my two hands, they go tick tock
Around the clock, yes it’s my time, my throne
Better know the time of day in any fuckin' time zone
I’m feelin' like I’m on top of the rhinestone
Pullin' the ladder from heaven, about to climb home
Mental thoughts are sharper than a pine cone
In this world of numbers, I keep my nine on
And I don’t go to church because the lyin' long
And the preacher, he be gettin' his shine on
But I know my Lord — I am God’s own
Back to my hands, tick-tick; a time bomb

[Hook: Jay Sean]
Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be)
Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be)
I’ll be here cause I won’t quit yeah
You can try lock me up
You can try to break me down
But I stay strong
It’s my own throne
Can't stop now cause that ain't me
You can try lock me up
You can try to break me down
But I stay strong
It’s my own throne
Can't stop now cause that ain't me
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Tryna stay afloat on my inner tube
When they turned my city into a swimmin' pool
Before that, it was a livin' cesspool
We gotta get on our shit, like gnats do
Polices be on my tip, like hats do
But I stay strong like blacks do
Never saved by the bell in a black school
And I stay in trouble like Zack do
And in this game, nobody’s on my plateau
Therefore my name remains, like a tattoo
Yes, I take giant steps in Shaq boots
B-I-R-D-man Junior, or — Weezy F. Baby, baby

[Hook: Jay Sean]
Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be)
Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be)
I’ll be here cause I won’t quit yeah
You can try lock me up
You can try to break me down
But I stay strong
It’s my own throne
Can't stop now cause that ain't me
You can try lock me up
You can try to break me down
But I stay strong
It’s my own throne
Can't stop now cause that ain't me
[Bridge: Jay Sean]
That ain't me
See I won’t stop, that ain't me
I won't quit, that ain't me
No, I won't stop, that ain't me
Cause that ain't me

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Alright; alright, alright, alright
I’m in their conversations
The title's up for grabs, I’m into confiscation
Punch, shot, and stab; now you're the doctor's patient
Wild like an Arab from the Islamic nation
I get money 'round the clock, ain't got no time for hatin'
And these niggas ain't shit, like they're constipated
I get the coupe with the kit, watch me lobster red it
Drop the top at the light, that's when I be headed
So far ahead of them I feel outdated
But I feel electric like I’m Rayden
Used to play Mortal Kombat when I was a couch potato
And now I’m coming out the faders, no homo

[Hook: Jay Sean]
Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be)
Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be)
I’ll be here cause I won’t quit yeah
You can try lock me up
You can try to break me down
But I stay strong
It’s my own throne
Can't stop now cause that ain't me
You can try lock me up
You can try to break me down
But I stay strong
It’s my own throne
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Spitter[Hook]
Spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call yo click
Spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call yo click
Squeeze yo clip, hit the right one, pass the weed, I got to light one
Squeeze yo clip, hit the right one, pass the weed, I got to light one
(Dedication 2! Drama!)

[Verse 1]
What ya Mami told ya bout fuckin round wit' them soldiers?
Told ya I'd be back, I'm comin', I got that Tommy Lasorda
That's blood all over ya sofas, blood all over ya posters
Blood all over ya shoulders, blood all over the strollers
Do that shit, I done that shit, it's Weezy Baby, he's a baby
But that nigga run that shit, make that money come back quick
Take that money from that bitch, she know what it be, M.O.B
Pistol right there in my reach, you know what it be, him or me
Bitches know when that limo leave, two words: room key
Where? Penthouse suite, wear not-a-damn-thing
I'm here, bada-bam-bing, my hand bling, my wrist bling
My neck bling, my ear bling, Super bowl ring, bitch
Cash Money, Young Money, Super Bowl team, bitch
Money, money, money, money: I'm true to those things, bitch
You with those pussy hoes, I shoot at those queens, bitch
This is New Orleans, bitch, murder dope fiend shit

[Hook]
[Verse 2]
What ya Papi told ya bout fuckin round with them soldiers?
I told ya, I'm comin back, I got that Tommy Mottola
That's blood all over ya Rover, blood all over ya chauffeur
Blood all over ya loafers, if I get any closer
There's blood all over my toaster, blood all over my holster
I'm in them S. Dots, that's blood all over my Hovas, fuck
I'm hustlin' with a motive, my niggas need me
And that Tiger in my pocket say, "Feed me," it's greedy
See 'em niggas, jack 'em niggas, kill 'em niggas, whack 'em niggas
Ask 'em bitches, ask them niggas, Weezy baby, that's the nigga
Catch me mashing in a V, matching seats, matching feet
Sheesh, that bitch too sweet for the streets
Got that keef for the leaf if he finna beef, no need to speak, let it be what it be
Niggas want peace, I make 'em leave here, piece by piece
Fuck me? Fuck you! What it is? What it do?
I been ready since '81 and I was born in '82
Hollygrove where I'm from, but we call that bitch the Zoo
I ain't never trust a bitch since she ate that forbidden fruit
Sucker free, sucker proof, 50 shots, cut 'em loose
Quarterback Weezy, baby, shotgun, run and shoot
Coming through, young'n do what young'ns do, ball, baby
At home fornicatin, homie by the phone waitin
Goddamn, I am, a man, the man
The mo-, therfuck-, -ing Pres-, ident, bitch!
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Crystal Ball[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I know 'round the world I be gettin' to the money
She crazy for the dick and I'm addicted to the money
It's a dirty world and my cup too, it's so muddy
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
My lady talkin' crazy, I done listened to the money
She crazy bout this dick and I'm addicted to the money
I gotta watch that bitch, she must be in it for the money
Long story short, I'mma pimp before a dummy

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I ain't got high expectations I'm just expecting my money
If I don't get my check, I'm gonna be chin-checkin' for nothin'
If I don't get my check, I'm gonna be chin-checkin' in public
Long story short, I'm just gettin' to the money
Long story short, I'mma keep it short and sweet
I get to the money, I don't let it get to me
All my niggas ballin', it's the way this shit should be
I pull up on my darlin' and I lay the dick and leave
She'll thank you for comin'
I'll put that dick in her stomach
You put that cash on the dresser for her
You take the bitch out to restaurants
You took the bitch out the reservoir
And took the bitch straight to the fuckin' mall
I get higher than cholesterol
I see money in my crystal ball
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I see money in my crystal ball
Only answer when my niggas call
Hello, what up nigga
Ringtone 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls
Countin' money, listenin' to 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls
Got steph walkin' round in the house
In nothing but a thong and I'm in my drawers
I mean can I ball
I don't mean no home
I don't need no home
But niggas got their hands out and I don't read no palms

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I know these niggas is pussy
I know these niggas is pussy
I know these niggas is lookin'
I know these niggas is payin' attention
I know these bitches got bad intentions
But I just want my money
I just want my money
Got 'em
I'm startin' to feel like wavin' shotties
Started from the bottom, nigga

[Bridge: Stephanie Acevedo]
Tryna break me off, you better break me off some money
Talkin' bout you love me? Better show me with the money
Show up at my door? Better show up with the money
Take me somewhere nice? It better be private and sunny
I got what you want, you got what I need
I just take the check and let you take the lead
I might take some shots, I might hit the weed
Put a dollar sign at the beginning of Stephanie
Mula
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I see money in my crystal ball
I'm bout to bust open this crystal ball
What up nigga?
Ringtone 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls
Countin' money, listenin' to 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls
Got stuff walkin' round in the house
And I'm a dog and I'm in my drawers
I mean can I ball
I don't mean no home
I don't need no home
But niggas got their hands out and I don't read no palms

[Verse  3: Stephanie Acevedo]
Spendin' spaniel, wasted cause my nigga hustle for me
I'm outchea with my girls and we turnin' up for nothin'
So close with all my brothers and so far away from ugly
Racin' in my new car, I see new friends actin' funny
Spendin' spaniel, wasted cause my nigga hustle for me
Break my heart? I break the bank boy, I'm Young Money
All these niggas round me are my brothers, are my brothers
They'll kill anybody if they fuck with me, I love 'em
They'll kill anybody if they fuck with me, I love 'em
All these niggas round me are my brothers
Break my heart? I break the bank boy, I'm Young Money
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
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You Da Shit[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, believe that
Fuck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

I know you hustle baby, I ain't gotta tell ya
You can give it everything but they take it if you let em
But bills don’t stop so you keep the money coming
Cause you taking care of mama, lil brother, baby cousin
Damn the way you move you’re body girl you know your gonna get it
How the fuck you else you going where the shoe ain't fitted?
Say hi to every hater, take a picture screen saver
Throw the middle finger, tell em bitches see ya later

[Hook]
Now show em what you got girl
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, you know
Fuck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

Then pick up all this money, I know you don’t mind
Go on take it to the back and count every single dime
Go on show em what you got girl
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give

With your pretty little buttons you a pretty little flower
So when they talk money, baby tell em talk louder
Cause all that bullshit is smoke signals to the rider
You in it for the commission
Every muthafuckin dollar

The way that body movin’ it’s hard to understand
You ain't never been a bitch to execute without the plan
I ain't never seen a market supply without demand
Fuck credit baby tell em broke niggas stop playing

Gun snooze off, just take them shoes off
Let me get that all, how that body so soft
Cause you know it’s gon count baby if you gon give it
And know it ain't a life if we don’t live it

[Hook]
Baby go on show em what you got girl
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, yaa diiig!
Fuck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check
And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Go on show em what you got girl
Show em you the shit
Yeah throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give, ya dig!

You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mami
You the shit, you the shit
Uh huh
You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mami
You the shit

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, ya dig!
Fuck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Go on show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give
[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, ya dig!
Fuck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Go on show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give
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Dedication (Rest in Peace)[Intro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]
Chyeah!
You guessed accurately
It's me, ladies and gents
Weezy F. Baby, please say the "Baby"
B told you that, yeah (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Gangsta Grillz
All up in your grill, nigga
Drama, holla at your nigga (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
I won't lose me, y'all
Nope
This is the Dedication!
Rest in peace! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
So now, I'm burying the burner in the bomber
I carry the concerns of my mama
I'm married to the money and the power
And still got guns on my side for my private affairs
Yeah, I know that water get cold, but I dive in it bare
And swim through it, alive and aware—I been through it
You probably never been to it, so now I dip through it
And they respect me like a pistol, I'm hip to it
I gets to it, like, "Just do it," I miss doing it
Hundred-shot drum, play 'em some clip music
I am the drum major, the drum section waiting
All it takes is one signal: you can get a cadence
You can get it catered, I'm at your service like a waiter
When it's beef, I become a nigga neighbor (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
I put potatoes on the heater, no labor, later
Now, how me make mashed potatoes (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
French-fry niggas, I bench, then fire niggas—bye, niggas!
Wet 'em up like rivers—now, flow by, niggas
I'm dripping-dry fly, now, squint your eyes bitches
I Dempsey-Tom bitches up out of new Bentleys
I'm old school like a loose Winston
Like, "Since when they make bulletproof skin?"
I put it to your chin, and grin, and sin, and then, I—
Sin again; then, I'm gone in the wind
And I'm dumping my Scarlett O'Hara in the canal
'Cause I'm not getting stopped with cop paraphernal'
Now, I'm preparing to ill, not preparing to fail
'Cause my flow is for real, like the Sahara and Hell
Comparisons is irrelevant, I'm a arrogant male, yeah
I can handle it, I can graduate Yale, yeah (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
They featherweight, I sporadically ill the fuck out
And you can automatically killed, yeah (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Peep the narrative of the New Orleans heritage
You can go get your evidence, I tell where and tell you when
I was prescribing medicine, you was getting your lesson in
I was getting my adolescent in (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Lesser than God only, better than my last is what I strive for
Dwelling on my past, I get high, so I light it up and smoke
Keep that Mary Poppins poppin' like a toaster
I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Can't forget that purple potion—oh, shit
You ho niggas is ass, that's ho shit
So, shit, I blow bigger and mash, and laugh, like, "Ohh, shit!"
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How Can Something[Hook x4]
How can something so right, go so wrong

[Verse 1]
I used to love her, fuck it, I still do
Cause love never die, but it can kill you
I pray to Heaven's sky, that it never kill me
It can get you real weak, but fuck it I'm a little G
My baby girl thought I was fucking every little freak
But darling, I was raised by a woman, that ain't the real me
Still, she managed to to spill out a little me
Watched the doctors wipe the blood, from her little feet
And goddamn she resembles me
She's my forgiveness for every sin and penalty living in me
She should be living with me
But what am I to do when her mother disagree?
I do me, but...

[Hook x8]

[Verse 2]
I even took your hand, and walked down the aisle
It takes a strong man, to do that young and wild
Look at your wedding band, that's 17 thou
But still she took the stand, now I pay for my child
And there comes divorce, mama I had to file
And as sad as it sounds, mama, I'm happy now
And my other girl got a new baby daddy now
And retaliation hurts, she getting married now
And when I lay down to sleep, I feel like I have died, I can be carried out
And buried now
But hear me now, I am here and now
So appealing 'til I disappear, but still, it got me feelin' like...
[Hook x4]

[Verse 3]
I'm in my early 20s, now all the ladies dig me
They like that baby face, they like the Baby in me
That's why it's Weezy Baby, and please say the baby
You know that nigga baby, yeah, he done paid me crazy
I won a few Source awards, I haven't won an a Oscar
So I don't know how to act, like my sweet ain't sour
So I run to my mama
She let me smoke and fret about my drama, then give me power
I'm a go and use all my knowledge and get acknowledged
If the pro tools stop recording, I'm still ballin'
I know you probably don't care about where my heart is
But just to let you know, it's where yours is
But...

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Holy[Intro]
(MonstaBeatz)

[Verse 1]
I just bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC
Got too much on my mind, hit the blunt and reflect
When I was under arrest, my bitch was under duress
I bet she fucked while I was gone, then I doubled the bet
I smoke weed in Amsterdam and I smuggle the rest
I act like I'm shakin' your hand and you'll get punched with the left
And you can get killed for shit you said under your breath
And if you do choose to bark, it ain't nothin' to a vet
Man, fuck these niggas, I ain't stuntin' these niggas
Yo bitch about to swallow a bunch of me's, nigga
I got a white girl fuckin', suckin' me, nigga
While I'm thinkin' 'bout the days that it sucked to be niggas

[Chorus]
Bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC
Nigga, keep your head up like that gun to ya neck
And my bitch was scared to fly 'til we fucked on a jet
Fucked her in the cockpit, all these buttons to press

[Verse 2]
I just got myself a blonde with the puffiest chest
I just bought myself some time, wrote my Rollie a check
Ridin' in a double R, just regrettin' regret
Getting loaded more than once, no Russian Roulette
I just left King of Diamonds, I just fucked a baguette
I ain't called her since that day, I just wasn't impressed
Bull with a nose ring, startin' a bunch of BS
Hide the gun, knock on your door, dressed like UPS
Man, fuck these niggas, I ain't stuntin' these niggas
I'm a bear coughing up a bunch of honeybees, nigga
Got hoes under me, like a submarine, nigga
Got a bitch with a clit like a butter bean, nigga (Uh)
[Chorus]
Bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC (Yeah)
Bought my sons toys and my daughter a pet
Bought my homeboys choppers and my woman a dress
And to catch me if I fall, I bought my mother a net, let's go

[Verse 3]
Anyone could get knocked off, any bitch could get knocked up
Baby daddy get locked up, sell everything, put the house up
Don't say anything, keep your mouth shut
Except two words and that's "how much"
If I do get out, we're skippin' town
She said what about her mama
I paused
I said, "I gotta do what I gotta
Is you gon' ride with me or you not?"
And she start cryin' and said, "I'm not"
And I paused
I said, "It's probably what's best
Well, I'll be back when pigs fly
So they can't follow me on my jet"
I tell my pilot where to go next
I bring that problem to your doorstep
I catch you slippin' while you tired
Like the road wet, like it's no sweat
I'm Tunechi, hi, I'm here to collect
They wondering why I ain't gettin' no rest
'Cause that's just too close to arrestin'
And too far from "serve and protect"
So, Police, read me my wrongs, or just leave me alone
Rubbing, squinting my eyes, I still don't see where I'm wrong
Sold my soul to the streets, they bought it previously-owned
Went to jail for a Glock and soon as I got home
[Chorus]
I went and bought myself a 9 and that new MAC-11
You talk shit at 10:59 and make the news at 11
Bitch, I'm the wildest motherfucker on a team full of rebels
Young, wild motherfucker to a MILF, cougar, leopard

[Verse 4]
I'm a lion, motherfucker, to these hoes 'cause you can sweat a little
Euro my secret weapon like Mark, Jackson and Stephen
I see plain-clothes pigs and unmarked intrepids
My bitch believe what I say, I told her salt was pepper
I'm cold as malts and metals, sell stolen parts, whatever
Put three holes in your head like a bowling ball, don't spare 'em
And all my niggas in jail, that's bullshit, I smell ya
Remember Destiny's Child? My favorite one was Farrah, man

[Chorus]
Bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC
I know you don't want war like you just a cadet
Tell a motherfucker who next, "Motherfucker, you next"
I'm the best rapper alive and they love me to death, bye

[Outro]
Yeah
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Help (Funeral)[Intro]
Got it on Smash

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, ayy, ayy
I've been fuckin' up, now what you think I need some help for?
Need to stop relyin' on you, do it for myself more
Layin' out a bunch of traps and you know that I fell for 'em
I won't fall again, shawty, I won't stall again
I been dropped, ayy, takin' phone call up in the Benz
I got weak, but, yeah, lil' bitch, I'm on it once again
Can you help me? Please don't stall a nigga in the end
'Cause when it comes down, you gon' need me once again

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ooh, girl, I love you so
I told myself not to love these hoes
Told myself not to love these bitches
Got my head in the clouds like the sky is the limit
I've been thinkin' 'bout you, you ain't been thinkin' 'bout me
You only want every Abraham Lincoln on me
You got a nigga at home, he don't be thinkin' like me
That nigga think he like me, you need to check his ID

[Chorus: Tory Lanez with Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne]
Yeah, ayy, ayy
I've been fuckin' up, now what you think I need some help for? (Yeah)
Need to stop relyin' on you, do it for myself more
Layin' out a bunch of traps and you know that I fell for 'em
I won't fall again, shawty, I won't stall again
I been dropped, ayy, takin' phone call up in the Benz
I got weak, but, yeah, lil' bitch, I'm on it once again
Can you help me? Please don't stall a nigga in the end
'Cause when it comes down, you gon' need me once again
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Real love, I'm tired of hearin' real love
Make my ear drums real numb, everything happens for a reason
Everything that didn't happen, didn't happen for a reason
Bitches yappin' for no reason, just so happens I'm the reason
Got me tryna find a reason to find a reason
Got me tryna reason with my demons
I ain't rappin', I'm releasin', real love, yeah

[Chorus: Tory Lanez with Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne]
Ayy
I've been fuckin' up, now what you think I need some help for?
Need to stop relyin' on you, do it for myself more (Woo, real love)
Layin' out a bunch of traps and you know that I fell for 'em (Ayy)
I won't fall again, shawty, I won't stall again
I been dropped, ayy, takin' phone call up in the Benz
I got weak, but, yeah, lil' bitch, I'm on it once again
Can you help me? Please don't stall a nigga in the end (Yeah)
'Cause when it comes down, you gon' need me once again (Yeah)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
And everything happens for a reason
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The Other Side[Intro: La the Darkman, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Dedication 3!
Aww
Yeah
This what y'all asked for!
L-A-D!

[Verse 1: La the Darkman, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
I'm all about that cheese, swiss or mozzarella
Muenster, Colby, American, or cheddar
When it come to robbery, nobody do it better
Notorious L.A.D., fresh Coogi sweater (Gangsta Gri-Zillz! Yeah)
The cleanest, lyrics is the meanest
Understand my English, nigga, I'm a genius
Ice like a snow cone, writing in my iPhone
Went from selling crack to selling ringtones
Straight out the projects to million-dollar homes
Inside The Carter, cooking 36 zones
Thirty-six O's, and I break 'em all down
In and out of every trap, all through the A-Town (Ill!)
The Embassy, AMG, Young Money merger
I'm a young champ Like Ben Roethlisberger (AMG!)
S.S. Chevy with the big block engine
Rims and paint cost me a whole pension, pow! (Gangsta!)

[Verse 2: Jae Millz, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
I don't need nothing but my niggas and enough weed to go around
A tinted sedan, some grams, and a loaded pound
Fuck what another nigga think of me
I'm thinking multimillions, he thinkin' Gs (Oh!)
Nigga, please—get your mind right
Fuck tryna be fresh—get your grind right
'Cause I'm like, so in another league
I throw my pitches at different degrees
And I spiral my pigskins at different speeds
And I hit threes, 'cause at different times, I release
My shot cold, nigga, I'm hot, don't be tight 'cause you not
Just be happy I'm letting you breathe
I'm the good, I'm the bad, I'm the devil, I'm Jesus
It's Young Money, bitch, the game needs us
Gudda Gudda, what it is nigga?
Kidd Kidd and Sean, get it how you live, nigga
My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealership
And Weezy just ripped the drop Phantom, so they feelin' sick
Diamond rings, diamond chains, royal suites
Private planes, palm trees, big change, I can't complain
I made a promise to myself that I'd never be a have-not
Nigga, fuck being broke, shit
Before that day come, I'll A-K stamp you
When there's beef, I'm in the center like Tyson Chandler
Fuck what you heard, in the booth, I goes off like the lights if you ain't pay and it's the third
And you already two months late with your bill
Clown nigga, you's a lame, bitch nigga, I'm Millz, Young Mula (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
Ugh, if you didn't, now you know
It's the million-dollar nigga with the million-dollar flow
Icicle chain got a million-dollar glow
Quarter-mil' for the gang if you tryn' book a show
Temp plates on the Bentley, ridin' through the 'jects
Got a pocket full of money, nigga, hand on my Tec
I'm demanding respect, I'm a man to respect
Disrespect your man, put my hand 'round his neck
It's no other than Gudda Gudda, man
Still 'bout my money, nigga, fuck another man
I'm on the paper chase, all about the hustle, man
I be climbing through your window like I'm fucking Bruh Man
Look, I'm Shady-Aftermath, put your head in the scope
A bankroll of bucks is what these young niggas killing for
The game dirty on the streets, tryna deal yayo
Fifty clips at his hat, leave a peeled potato

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne & DJ drops]
I call my nina "bay" like San Diego
Get me twisted, and I'ma turn into a tornado
And all my riders riding like a Winnebago
You stay, but I'ma let that A-K go
Rawer than a 'qualone
Shoot you like "Halo," give your ass a halo
These bitches walk around acting like they J-Lo
But man, I remember when these bitches was just "Hey, ho" (Gangsta!)
"Hey ho, how you doing?" Me, I'm doing every fucking thing
Smokin' them dykes, I'm on that Mary-fucking-Jane (Gangsta!)
This shit so "Tom and Jerry" to Lil Wayne
And you MCs are just "milk and cherries" to Lil Wayne
Haha! And bitch, I'm greedy
But if I keep eatin' you rappers, I'll get sugar-diabetes
Sweetie, I'm a different species
I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces
What the fuck do I be thinking?
"Kill, kill, murder, and Benjamin Franklin"
Your girlfriend is into them gangstas
And me—being a gangsta, I get into your girlfriend (Gangsta!)
I stay still when the world spins
And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman
You heard me? You heard him? "Him" being me
And we are better than all y'all bitches, niggas, hoes
Enemies, foes, threes, twos, ones
But these dudes won
[Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ drops]
Dramatic!
Won
Dramatic, nigga!
The South, for real
Haha!
But not "one," 'cause, "Dedication 3," technically
Shout-out to the Dunk Ryders
Special, I fold that red flag
Right pocket, all the time
Yeah, Young Mula, baby
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Let Us Pray[Vere 1: Lil Wayne]
Like I dropped straight from heaven
Five strong words: rest in peace Lil Kevin
And this ain't how I was born
But this is how I live
So that's how I'll die, and do not close my eyes
So when you see me in the casket I'm a look right back at ya
Cause I don't trust none of y'all
Fuck every one of y'all
Now which one of y'all wanna brawl?
And overall I got that pistol under all of my garments
Torment, torture
Tragedy, catastrophe
No battery, just murder in the coldest temperature
And that means first degree
Even deaf motherfuckers done heard of me
I ain't gonna let you motherfuckers worry me
And tell that beef I'm Burger King
I represent that saint's sign
I'm so high I can paint signs
And if she ain't fine, she ain't mine
Thank god that I'm alive
But if he end it all today, I have done more that I can say
(Amen)

[Hook: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana]
Let's pray (let's pray)
Ten fingers (ten fingers)
Together for forever (forever)
Let's pray (let's pray)
Together (together)
Forever, forever
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
The Lord is my shepherd
You haters can't harm me
I walk with his blessings
The angels be my army
Of course there's a weapon on my waist within arm's reach
That's my baby keep it strapped in like a car seat (yes)
Though I walk through the valley in the shadows of death
Forgive me Lord I had to carry my tech
I touch cash and get cheese
Play with that cash I bust mags, indeed
Forgive those who trespassed against me
For they know not what they do until they history
Gone, memories
Lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
Like what happens when I get up with my enemies
Paybacks, penalties
Bang back, send em' these
Funerals, these people got to waste more Hennessey (yeah)
They got to pour it on the floor for ya
Maybe next time they'll pray a little more for ya

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
I pray to God not Lucifer
Devil I'm rebuking ya
Lord have mercy on my soul when I'm suited up
Daddy was a hustla, mommy was a Christian
Momma said prayers, daddy steady cookin' chicken
If I'm living life wrong, I don't wanna be right
Send me blessings to the cloud, hope I make it through the night
Dear Lord as you lay me down to sleep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
If I shall die before I wake
Then I pray to the Lord my soul to take
There shall be no other god before thee
Lord please forgive me of my sins if I O.D, slowly
I know I should not kill but I will
If a nigga try to shoot me and lay me still
I'm so sorry for the wrong thing's that I've done
This the end of my prayer we all say amen
[Hook]

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Dear God
As I begin this day, my thoughts turn to you
And I ask for your help and guidance in everything I say and do
Give me the patience that I need to keep my peace of mind
And with life's cares, I hope dear God, some happiness to find
Let me live but for today, not worrying what's ahead, for I have trust that you
Will see I get my daily bread
Give me the courage to face life's trials and not from troubles run
And let me keep this thought in mind "Thy will, not mine, be done."
And if some wish I do not get though I have prayed to thee
Please help me to believe and understand you know what's best for me
I've failed you many time, I know
But tonight when I rest
I hope that I can say, "Dear God, I've tried my best....rapper alive."EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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No Other[Intro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne]
I'ma tell y'all like this (Yeah)
I learn something new every day (What it do?)
More money, more problems!
Haha! Ayy, you already know
I always knew I was gon' make it
Yeah, listen, man
But you never know what you gon' go through
Yeah, my nigga, we got this shit
I'm glad to be here! But sometimes, you wonder
Yeah, ayy-ayy, I tried told 'em
Is it worth it? But I done dedicated my life to this shit!
Cash Money millionaire!
It's nowhere to turn! (Ya know!)
So I'm in it for life!
I can't feel my FACE! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, yeah!
And this what we do!
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Hahaha! I told em!
I told y'all! (Shout out to Bun B!)
Pay attention! (Yeah!)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, straight up D-Boy Seventeenth ward
Miss Katrina turned my city to a seashore
I keep going for them coins like Lyor
They gon' either respect me or: E.R.
Burnin' them bitches like a ci-gar
Punk, put a hump in your back, they called it Igor!
War? This shit is hard, any yard where we are
We call that cocaine rice, I got that Condoleezza
Huh? You fuck with me, chump, I rock your teacup
I say, before you spend a dollar boy, put up the re-up
Yep! Get up, 'cause we up, foot up and knee up
In the game, put up or shut up, I hit your head up
Bukka-bang; the Birdgang and the Birdman J
Lil Wayne, here to hang, other words, here to stay
Feel my pain! Fireman, I spark in the rain
I walk through the flames, yeah, all for the change, yeah
Call it insane but I'm a hustler to the muscle
And them new drop Bentleys look like pussy in the summer
So I'm fucking that, hugging that block like I'm loving that
Never sell a crumb where my mother at—run with that
You can come at me for beef and shots come with that
Your bitch come at me for wood and I'm the lumberjack
I come in that Similac Maybach, shades black
Looking like I'm tryna bring yay back, ASAP
Give it to 'em raw, no Ajax, taste that
Heh, fuck around and make your face crack
I know niggas that shoot dope, arms looking like a racetrack
Nigga missed a vein in his neck, his whole face fat
You can't take that? Well, I can't take back
Where I come from, so I learned how to make that
Yeah, turn that straight to a G stack
Stack up my cheese, now I'm screaming "Where the keys at?"
[Interlude: DJ Drama & Juelz Santana]
Big shout to the Dipset movement! (Trendsetter!)
Shout my nigga DukeDaGod! (Cannon!)
Shout my nigga Hell Rell!
I can't feel my face!
Twin, what up?
I really don't think they ready for this
(The Aphilliates, nigga! Pay attention!)
OH!

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
I'm live from, block one, five-one
Where my young niggas on the rise to get a name, don't try them
Wayne, I feel your pain and I see your stress
How they think your people 'posed to get through Katrina
Off a FEMA check? (Nope!)
Coke in the Pyrex (Yup!); dope and the ice, yes (Yup!)
Mind on the highway, road signs, right, left (Yup!)
And that's the mindstate of kids growin' up
Still they wonder why the crime rate's goin up
Throw it up: Eastside, Westside, Southside, Northside
Fuck with my money, I torch guys, off guys (Gangsta!)
Hire men, fire men, send 'em to a higher man
("There he go") Torture 'em: vice-grip, pliers, man
Niggas turn to tinfoil when they see the iron, man
Pressure bust pipes, I apply it and
Move like a lion through the jungle, yes
There is none higher than me
Don't slip up and end wind up in the lion's den (rrr!)
Big body Benz idlin', higher than
A chick that flight-attend or Air Force flyer, man
Bad bitches, I fly 'em in, fuck 'em
Send 'em back home hyped, feeling like they on nitrogen
Just call me the Pied Piper, man
Still get the coke through the pipeline
Then off to the piper stem (Piper stem)
And I'm still getting paper back in rubber bands
I still got paper bags coming in
I still got that mattress with the paper bags under it
Comic books, Playboy baby mag under it, still!
I still got ties with my guys who don't speak no English
Them vatos, they got those cheapest (Cheapest)
Got no green card, got no visas
And got those Pablo features (Just watch!)
They drop off and pick up; I pick up then drop off
Then drop off what's picked up, and then what? I do it
Gangsta Gri-zillz!
[Outro: DJ Drama]
And like that, we gone!
I told y'all!
I'm so dedicated!
Nothing can take me out my zone!
AMG!
If you support the movement, then we dedicate this to you
Dedication 2!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Shimmy[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Doja Cat]
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, come and give it to me
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
If you got a lap, I'ma sit, real pretty
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, come and give it to me
You could drink the shake from the tap, lick the kitty, kitty
Can he catch it if I throw it back? That's a fifty-fifty
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
She got a thick-ass ass with fake-ass titties
She like a straight-ass man and gay-ass women
I like a bald-head cat, so shave your kitten
She leave my tommy gun slimin' slime, my Draco drippin'
Fuckin' right, bust it open for a bust-down
Yeah, up, down, up, down, up, down
Cut down on the syrup, now I'm up now
Sike, I could hit it without putting the cup down
I'ma go brazy in there, shoot babies in there
But she ate 'em for dinner, she a baby killer
I'ma make her run laps like track (Run track)
Put my face up in her lap like a MAC, ooh
[Chorus: Doja Cat]
Yeah, shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, come and give it to me
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
If you got a lap, I'ma sit, real pretty
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, come and give it to me
You could drink the shake from the tap, lick the kitty, kitty
Can he catch it if I throw it back? That's a fifty-fifty
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ooh, close your eyes 'cause they rollin' back
I'ma close my eyes and imagine you is Doja Cat
Make that ass clap until it do the Nolia Clap
I got on the twenty four karat gold Trojan hats
Sit up on my lap, 'til we overlap
You got on the camouflage thong, got a soldier rag
If these wall could talk, I got your pussy walls talkin' back
Made you leave them Bugaboos alone like the Archan Man

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Girl, yeah, make you oh, na-na-na-na-na-na
Stop whinin', this ain't Amy Winehouse
I'ma fall in it then climb out
Make you shimmy, shimmy, ya-ya-ya
[Chorus: Doja Cat]
Yeah, shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, come and give it to me
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
If you got a lap, I'ma sit, real pretty
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, come and give it to me
You could drink the shake from the tap, lick the kitty, kitty
Can he catch it if I throw it back? That's a fifty-fifty
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Make it oh, na-na-na-nanana
Stop whinin', this ain't Amy Winehouse
I'ma fall in it, I'ma climb out
Make you shimmy, shimmy, ya-ya-ya

[Chorus: Doja Cat & Lil Wayne]
Yeah, shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, come and give it to me
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
If you got a lap, I'ma sit, real pretty
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty (Moolah baby)
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, come and give it to me
You could drink the shake from the tap, lick the kitty, kitty
Can he catch it if I throw it back? That's a fifty-fifty
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Do My Thang[Introduction: Lil Wayne]
Well, alright, I can't feel my face, I'm going first

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
And my grill is ill
Ice bright white like Jaleel
Did I do that?
Throwing up signs, like I'm in a frat
Eagle Street, bitch
See me when you want to, find me, I'm the owner
Them yellow diamonds looking like a fridge full of Coronas
Own us, you see through like cubic zirconias
And me I keep it funky like pubic aroma
Hit em' with the Glock
Put em' in a coma
Now what that boy got? Umm, glaucoma (Haha)
My weed is stronger, I smell great
I like promethezine, I'm in a snail race
And my watch reminds me of '88
Because I got crack rocks in the watch face
Bitches stick to me like scotch tape
Plenty colors in da chain nigga fuck Bape
Yea, bitch I'm cold like up-state
So icy like a motherfuckin' cupcake
Ya, these hoes feel my feng shui
And wanna eat me alive I'm like an entrée
[Hook]
Everytime I do it, I do my thang
Do my thang, my motherfuckin' thang
And everytime I do it, I do my thing
I does my motherfuckin' thing
Everytime I do it, I do my thang
Do my thang, my motherfuckin' thang
And everytime I do it, I do my thing
I does my motherfuckin' thing, ya dig

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Santana bandana on tilt
Back seat with the heat, I'm warmer than a quilt
They lookin at me like they drink spoiled milk
Money tall: Jack and Jill
Like they sittin' on a hill
Ice on the neck of me, ice on the wrist of me
Ice in both hands bitch I'm lit like a Christmas tree
Different color stones you could call it a mystery
Big dookie rope, you would think they was lynchin' me
Chain on top of chain man I look like Mr. T
I pity the fool the day he try to get with me
Fresh Prince, got banks like Hilary
And I hit docks with the hickory dickory
I make the girls run fast like Benny Hill
Rims go round and round you can call them my Ferris wheels
Pockets full of bank rolls, money long as train smoke
And it come faster than a nigga fuckin' J-Lo
I don't play games I shoot it up like Halo
Got more paper than your job's got payroll
Still I'm ghetto like no frills
I clean the dirt out my nails 100 dollar bills
Cause
[Hook]
Everytime I do it, I do my thang
Do my thang, my motherfuckin' thang
And everytime I do it, I do my thing
I does my motherfuckin' thing
Everytime I do it, I do my thang
Do my thang, my motherfuckin' thang
And everytime I do it, I do my thing
I does my motherfuckin' thing, ya digEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Poke Her Face[Hook: Lady Gaga & Lil Wayne]
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
P-P-P-Poker face, p-p-poker face
No Ceilings
Oh, oh-oh, oh (Yeah)
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh (Cut the music up, please! Yeah)
P-P-P-Poker face, p-p-poker face
Ahem

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Um, she say— say can fuck me right
I made her fuck her friend
She said, "Don’t call her a dyke"
But that's gay, ha!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I met her on Monday and fucked her all week
'Cause every time she leave, she come back to the tree
She know I love brain so I treat her like a geek
She love the way I spit, so I made the pussy gleek
Wild'n' with my niggas, and I don’t give a fuck
So I circle the bitches, we rounding 'em up
I treat her like I need her, I'm knowing if I eat her
She gon' tell Quita, and Quita like the media
"Woopty-woop" to the Bloods
Her lipstick match my flag—that's swag
Weezy F. Baby got nuts that drag
I put 'em in your mouth 'til you choke and gag
[Hook: Lady Gaga, Lil Wayne, & Jae Millz]
Oh, oh-oh, oh (Hahaha)
Oh, oh-oh, oh
P-P-P-Poker face (I poke her face off, and now, she faceless)
P-P-Poker face (I poke her so much, I deserve a bracelet)
Oh, oh-oh, oh (Ahhhhh!)
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh (Haha! Young Money!)
P-P-P-Poker face (I poke— I poke her face off, and now, she faceless)
P-P-Poker face (And I just gave "Poke Her Face" a facelift)
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
Chi-Town girl (What?), bag match her heels
Her ass hella fake, but it feel real (Ha!)
And it felt great when we had sex
I tore her out the frame, like pics of my ex
From my aspect, I love your assets (Ha)
I love your mini-skirt (Why?) It's easy access
Pipe game never mediocre
So that relationship is over once I poke her
She said she wanted a tour of the tour bus ("So what you do?")
So I gave her a tour of the tour bus ("Who was there?")
It was all us on the tour bus (Ha!)
And she did all us ("Where?") On the tour bus, like...

[Hook: Lady Gaga & Jae Millz]
Oh, oh-oh, oh (Hahaha)
Oh, oh-oh, oh (Ha! Le' go!)
P-P-P-Poker face
P-P-P-Poker face (Um, I make her say...)
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
P-P-P-Poker face
P-P-P-Poker face
[Outro: Lady Gaga]
P-P-P-Poker face
P-P-Poker face
P-P-P-Poker face
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Fireworks[Intro: Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne]
(Ear Drummers!)
Yeah, yeah
Mike WiLL fuck with me
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Yeah the flow is ice cold, but I'm a hot boy
You out here fuckin' anything then you's a thot, boy (damn)
What you call a dozen bricks? A bouquet, nigga (woo)
Only trust them two letters, AK, nigga (boom)
Yola whippin', I'm the chef, gourmet, nigga (Young)
That Rollie lookin' like it's doin' ballet, nigga (dance)
House six stories, nigga, that's a true story (story)
Rafaela Cuban linkin', call me 2:40
Yeah I swear these thirsty bitches need to drink some water (water)
I'm just tryna put a hundred mil' up for my daughter (daughter)
Straight player, yeah I think I got that from my father (uh)
Coupe don't cost a half a mil', dawg don't even bother
Catch-catch me with the gang, gang, I'm gang affiliated (hey)
If I want it, go get it, never hesitated (never hesitated, uh)
I can stretch that 28 a long way, nigga (yeah)
I can count these blue hundreds all day, nigga

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
I'm the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, poppin' shit all day, nigga
Fireworks, big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
Whip the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, whip the shit all day, nigga
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Whip it like a big booty bitch
Like a cup of coffee with a spoon in it
There's a pot of gold, no food in it
Culinary arts, let the students in
I'm the teacher, baby, Chef Tunechi in
And I whip it hard if it come easy
Whip it up like I'm Young Jeezy
Free pussy and Free Meechie
Big smoke got me deep breathin'
Deep dick got her sweet dreamin'
You ain't shit, you just pre-season
You ain't lit, you just pre-heated
Can't quit, I'ma keep leanin'
Smoke gas, I'ma keep premium
Green, green, and the money senior
Dope man with a hundred needles
No ass ever come between us
Dirty cash, not a money cleaner
Use the black card to split the coke
Jungle fever, cheatin' on the Visa
Speakin' of jungle, bitch work at Cheetahs
Had stripes since my first Adidas
Bought pints now I purchase liters
Shark bite, I'm a person eater
Walk light on the dirt beneath you
I'm in the throne and you in the bleachers
All day long, even on the weekends
Get off my lawn, cuttin' on the sprinklers, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga
Yeah, I'm the shit all day, nigga
Yeah, presidential suite or the penthouse

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Black skinny jeans, get the lint out
Damn, I left my lint roller at your bitch's house
That's his house
She sent some nude pics for me to pick out
The pussy fat and pink like a pig, I'ma pig out
Yeah I'm Blood, but I got some cool Crips that I can send out
Ain't no loose lips, take the cruise ship, ain't tryna swim out
Brrrt, brrrt, that the money counter, let it print out
Brrrt, brrrt, that's the Uzi, we call it big mouth
Huh, I lost my mind but I'm still mastermindin'
Tryna find the silver linin', found the platinum linin'
Cut his head off, cut his arms off, look like Aphrodite
Young Money all day, nigga, and mañana

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, big house, long hallways (okay)
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
I'm the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, poppin' shit all day, nigga
Fireworks, big house, long hallways (yeah)
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga
Yeah, with your bitch all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, give her dick all day, that's how it works
[Outro: Lil Wayne & Jeezy]
I store that cocaine on that gutta bitch
Yeah, they can't check her left and right
Ooh, my boo, yeah, no one's fuckin' with it
Uh, I got 'em bathin' like they elephants
Fireworks
Give her dick all day, yeah that's how it works
All day, nigga
Coppin' shit all day, nigga, fireworks
Mula
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How DedicatedWhat does dedication mean to you?

Umm, nowadays, dedication mean to me...umm, the same thing it's meant all the rest of-whatever, same thing it's always meant man. Just get on the mixtape, have fun, enjoy myself. Say things that I wouldn't say on my album or, you know what I mean, say things that I wouldn't on a album. On anyone's album for that case or whatever

Anyway, yeah, dedication still means the same thing: just get on this shit and go crazy and just talk what I want to talk, say what I want to say. And all the people that's featured on the mixtape, shoutout to them anyway. I tell them the same thing, man do what you want, say what you want, let's just have fun, enjoy ourselves, and show people that we could rap. We can make words rhyme. Yeah and it's still dedicated to you fuck-niggas

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Snitch[Hook]
Don't let your mouth open up
Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no
Don't let your mouth open up
Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no

[Verse 1]
Ain't no snitches ridin wit us
Ol mo the mouth niggas could holla the front
Can't 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]
Don't let your mouth open up
Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no
Don't let your mouth open up
Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no

[Verse 2]
Weezy, 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 fuck me girl fuck you
I'm rollin wit my goons
And I would never roll on my nigga take that to my tune
Ain't no girl came out of mom's womb
Real nigga shit mothafucka I'm Tune
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]
Don't let your mouth open up
Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no
Don't let your mouth open up
Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no

[Verse 3]
Ain't no telling who spillin the earl
You telling yo boy he tellin his girl
O, Now she telling the world
It ain't no secret I'm hotter than etha
But I don't neither cop shit neither
Either close yo mouth or meet the heater
We the dirty south where cocaine cheaper
You go up north nigga's boost they fee up
This where the real hustlers meet up
Look out anybody can be them people
Yo own people could be them people
No glasses can help you see them people
They around too many evil people
Detectives wanna get even equal
My desert eagle ain't even legal, but sssshhhhhhhh
[Hook]
Don't let your mouth open up
Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no
Don't let your mouth open up
Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no

[Outro]
Yea nigga watch the people around you watch the people away from you
Leave them niggas be let them stay from you
These niggas mouth's is runnin like hot water, I swear to God
Real niggas takin falls like Niagara
Tryna stay up like Viagra, but it ain't gon happen
These niggas is best buddies wit the 5-0 team they know the DA by name
It ain't a game - it used to be one
Its like these niggas got them big ducks in they mouth that the gynecologist
Use when yo bitch get a pap smear
That's pussy anyway
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Walk It Out Freestyle[Verse One]
Look, I bought it out like stunna
I hope when we kiss we make you sick to your stomach
Stuntin' like my daddy and yo momma eat rubbers
I bet that I can do the mouth to mouth with your woman
My house is a dungeon
Yellow diamond ring looking like a little Funyun
Stand on my toes you can call me Paul Bunyan
Touchin up my flows like a nigga do construction
The microphone wet cause my words like seduction
And when we on the jet you don't come up in our discussion
And if you say you ballin we probably don't trust ya
And I know plenty freaky hoes that probably won't fuck ya
Even if you payin boy they probably won't fuck ya
Only if I say that she can touch you like Busta
But she might touch ya and burn you like Usher
Me and my clique be in red like Russia
I shit these rappers out and sometimes I forget to flush ya
Grand daddy purp or Bubba kush crush ya
Explode in a bitch mouth like a Gusher
Cash Money, Young Money, check the production
I am just a Martian prepared for abduction

[Laughs x2]

[Verse Two]
I walk it out like crutches
Two girls jumped me like double dutches
My nigga T-Street know a girl name Dutchess
And every time he see her in the street she be cussin'
I told him he should wave the black flag cause she buggin'
He said the pussy good he said "Ya dig?" so I dug 'em
I'm looking for a real bad bitch with a husband
I give her much dick and a whole lot of nothing
I'm spittin like I stumbled on a gold pot or something
And when I was six I saw my role model hustlin
So I gotta hustle
These rappers talkin' 'bout a whole lot of nothin
You drive me out on Saturday, I sold out on Sunday
Fuck is the argue 'bout, nigga Tha Carter out
This is what I call a drought.. 3
And we don't walk it out, we drop top Porsche it out
They better walk 'em out, before we chalk 'em out
We chalk it out, we chalk it out
We chalk it out, we chalk it out
We chalk it out, we chalk it out
We chalk it out, we choke 'em out
They don't want it nah-uh
No they don't want it nah-uh
You see they phony I'm not
Oh yeah they phony I'm not
I Eastside walk it out, I bring New Orleans out
I am a Saints fan, oh yeah we marchin' now
Like we're a saints band, I play the organs now
And if they talkin' most likely I'm what they talkin' 'bout
My nigga T from the East roll up that forest now
Man I'm just trying to get my peanuts I'm like Charlie Brown
Ok that Uzi make the holy sound, take two of these and walk around
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King Kong[Hook]
If you hear me 'fore you see me
I got King Kong in the trunk
King Kong, King Kong (What it is!?)
If you hear 'fore you see me
I got King Kong in the trunk (Yeah)
King Kong, King Kong (Drought 3)
King Kong, King Kong (Drought 3)
King Kong, King Kong (I got 'em)
If you hear 'fore you see me
I got King, I got King Kong

[Verse 1]
I pop my trunk and everybody get to runnin'
The Fireman, bitch, like my body in the oven
I'm one egg short, I'm just tryna get a dozen
My name like honey, got a lot of bitches buzzin'
The neck of the barrel so long and narrow
And it shoot a bunch, you just lunch and it munch, like Pharoahe
Bloodshot eyes on the sparrow
And I stay high, but on point like an arrow
Street nigga, baby, I'm in love with the gravel
Money gives me life, like a man with a gavel
I'm strapped at home, I'm strapped when I travel
I pop my trunk and made them bitches spread like cattle
(Moo), hah
[Hook]
King Kong, Ki-King Kong (I got that)
King Kong, Ki-King Kong (Yeah, I'm talking 'bout that)
If you hear me 'fore you see me (Blum-blum, blum-blum)
I got King Kong in the trunk (That Blum-blum)
King Kong, King Kong
King Kong, King Kong
King Kong, King Kong
(Yeah, choppers with drums, choppers with drums)
King Kong, King Kong
(Choppers with drums, choppers with drums, go!)

[Verse 2]
(I got King Kong in the trunk) And I feed him banana clips
And let him sing like Gladys Knight and the Pips
I'm just sticking to the motherfuckin' manuscript
Understand, I'm tryna get the chips and the dip
Better know I hold that gun with a Panther grip
My hollow bullets got tips like a dancer bitch
Where my money? Where my money? Need to answer quick
Gotta get back up on my ransom shit
And put you (In the trunk), so you lay on top of speakers
Holes all in you like an old pair of sneakers
Before I do a day on the edge, I will leap first
Bet you any money that I will land feet-first
Married to the Benjamins, battle all my enemies
Riding with Bigfoot, Harry and the Hendersons
Godzilla, King Kong, and if I have to park
I will open up my trunk, and it will be Jurassic Park
[Hook]
King Kong, Ki-King Kong (I got that)
King Kong, Ki-King Kong (I'm talking 'bout that)
(Blum-blum, blum-blum)
That blum-blum, that blum-blum
I'm talking 'bout that
I'm talking 'bout choppers with drums
Choppers with drums, choppers with drums
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Tha Heat[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck 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 motherfucker would trip this year

[Verse One]
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy love thy brother
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a youngin stomach
You niggas 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
Cuz I'm a monsta man
I'm gonna find you and my AP nine don't 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 right where he stands
I'ma die with this blazer right 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 motherfucker 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 while you're sleepin, awake thee
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 engine, head by the transmission
And I be right where I am mista
Me and my damn pistol
Me and my girlfriend
In this world alone, so bring it on
And imma have to sing you this song nigga

[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 motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse 3]
I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do
With a little red dot nigga peek-a-boo
Shhh the silence will speak to you
Hit you from across the street wile you tying ya shoe
Like Bang! Bang! say breathe nigga breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his tee
Say Bang! Bang! say breathe deep breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his chest...Clear!
Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear cuz ya boy up and left
Life is short enjoy what eva's left
Before you run into a nigga like me and meet death
In less than three seconds I'll pull a three-eighty
Three feet from my waist
Three inches from your face
Make no mistake Weezy neva hesitate
I'll pop till your shit separate like eewww!

[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
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Silence On The Gun (Original)[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I'm so twisted
Mack!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Lil Tunechi in this bitch, tell them ho's I'm ready
Them nigga's pissed off, call em' R. Kelly
I'm higher than a bitch, I smoke that Keisha, Frank, and Neffie
Man all of these broads on my Johnson like Betsey
Got a card in my wallet, blacker than that nigga Wesley
Life is a bitch, well my bitch is sexy
First I'm on the jet, and then I'm on the jet ski
I make these female dogs heel, like Giuseppe's
Man you be poppin' shit, and I be poppin' off
I'm full of alcohol, like a cotton ball
I just pick em' up and Mr. G just drop em' off
I serve these ho's, Mr. Volleyball
Spikes on my shoes, that's the Lou B's
I'm on my P's and Q's, smokin' QP's
Nigga I'm chillin, catch a cool breeze
I build a tree house, if money grow on trees
Fuck with me wrong, I send your head to your momma
Death bed nigga, where the fuck is your pyjamas
Blood all day, period, no commas
Everybody tyin' to watch, but I'm timeless
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go 'pew'
That bitch go, 'pew'
That bitch go, 'pew'
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go 'pew'
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove, that bitch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded, The grass is greener in my garden
Swagger meaner than the warden
Pow pow pow, I ain't with arguing
Leave a nigga' lieakin', if you scared go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun, but them bullets still speakin'
Got a bunch of bitches tweakin, to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy, I'm on her walls like graffiti
You's a dead pita bread, you're a fed ass nigga
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga
Fuckin' with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed nigga
Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash nigga
And it's, party time, excellent, Wayne's World
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World
Tonight I'll prolly fuck another nigga girl
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
Mack in this bitch, tell them ho's I'm bout it
These nigga's sweet, bunch of fuckin' brownies
Fuck you talkin' bout, bitch I'm a G like a thousand
I'm on my one, two, and bitch I'm still countin'
You nigga's got problems, well I got bigger problems
My guns all black, make me bring the nigga out em'
You don't want that homie, Trust I got that blicka on me
Finger fuck nina she horny, you won't see tomorrow morning, nigga
We so fuckin' cold, young money, money old
Life is full of choices, and your bitch chose, nigga
I'm so HollyGrove, fuck them other nigga's
And if the gun's drawn, I'll paint a fuckin' picture
Nigga you know what I'm on, a bag of that strong
Nigga you know where I'm going, bitch I'm going going, gone
Nigga holler at your boy, I don't give a fuck
Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you nigga's up
Mac!

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Ain’t That A Bitch[Intro]
Hey hey hey!

[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch!

[Bridge]
And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh!
This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthafuckin mack
This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back
This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!

[Verse 1]
Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone
Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless
Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here
Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear
Gonna speak in every single street this year
My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year
Wizzle F Baby, y'all niggas can have the Weezy
I'm the Birdman Jr., junior
I'm a man to another man to a bitch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand
And in the streets I'm a money man
And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men
A hundred proof in my other hand
If ever fall spring back like a rubber band know what I'm sayin
[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers
And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bitch

[Verse 2]
Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand
And these niggas got me rollin with my clip on my hip
But this is my land so prick dont trip cause Ks dont jam and a nigga don't miss
They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss
But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch Word Up!
And I dont affiliate with niggas I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga
Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga
Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga
How many more do ya love nigga
Cause I got plenty more to give out I ain't never been a mouthpiece
Ask ya reverend 'bout me, I'm the Young God
Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy
Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour
Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck boy!
[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers
And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bitch

[Verse 3]
I'm a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son
The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son
Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin)
Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we
Got niggas in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy
Wanna be me and don't even understand me
Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me
I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invincible
And advance a little due to the pine
My niggas call me Little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind
And I let you do the time I do the crime
When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line
Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firin', nigga!

[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers
And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bitch
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers
And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bitch
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers
And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bitch
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers
And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bitch
[Outro]
Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga
Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin
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Light Years[Intro: Lil Wayne]
They give her bread, I give her head
I'm light years ahead, gone
They give her bread, I give her head
I'm light years ahead, gone

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I know she gon' hold the gun for me
Hold it down in court, and hold her tongue for me
She swallow all my kids, then pop a gun for me
Makes some runs for me, all the way cross country
She love me, she even rep the blood for me
I said the plug trippin'
She gon' pull the plug for me, I love it
And all she know is Young Money
Her ex is always trippin', nigga is too clumsy

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Make up on the pillow, make me wanna kill her
But she naked in the villa, taking E I call it Sheila
I took half of a half, she took 3 like Reggie Miller
I just feel her like chinchilla, had to kill her, Bryson Tiller
I know they gon' play this over, ankles on my shoulder
My face all in her chocha, for my bae go South Dakota
But my bae go even lower on that roller coaster
She just want a Tesla roadster, I'ma get her somethin' slower
Bet a Bentley Truck to show her, tinted up to hide her ass
Who in that Wraith behind her ass, you ain't even got to ask
She ain't even gotta dance, thinkin' boutta a wider ass
And she already gotta an ass, leave it in the doctor hands
Other niggas, not a chance, she already gotta dare
When I be in and out your ass, baby you sound like jazz
You ask me can your partner crash, you ain't even gotta ask
I'm breaking out the powder bags, turn into Iron Man
What happens in this house stays in this house
Don't worry 'bout that
If what happens in this house gets out
Go check your girl 'bout that
I'm 'bout to put you in my will, where my attorney at
I ain't the type to turn my back, got every type of Percocet
I'm working with the perfect bitch, her body like 187
Then we come together, then we cum together
Rainy weather, ain't it heaven
Ain't no telling what I think, I think I'm ready
My lil married homie Terry talking 'bout a gangster wedding
Oh my god
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I know she gon' hold the gun for me
Hold it down in court, and hold her tongue for me
She swallow all my kids, then pop a gun for me
Makes some runs for me, all the way cross country
She love me, even rep the blood for me
I said the plug trippin'
She gon' pull the plug for me, I love it
And all she know is Young Money
Her ex is always trippin', nigga is too clumsy

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Goddamn
He give her bread, I give her head, I'm light years ahead, pyoom
He give her bread, I give her head, I'm light years ahead, pyoom
He give her bread, I give her head, I'm light years ahead, gone
He give her bread, I give her head, I'm light years ahead, gone
She lie in the bed, I lie in the bed, the shower instead, yeah
We got out of the shower, got back to the bed
That's flowers in bed, that's magic
She lie in the bed, then cry in the bed, I lie on her leg, damn
See they give her bread, I give her head, I'm light years ahead, pyoom

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I know she gon' hold a gun for me
Always down in court and hold her tongue for me
She swallow all my kids and pop her gun for me
Make some runs for me, all the way across country
She love me, yeah
Even wrap the blunt for me
She gon' pull the gun for me
All she know is Young Money
Ex is always trippin' niggas too clumsy, Goddamn
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
They give her bread, I give her head
I'm light years ahead, gone

[Skit: Lil Wayne]
My favorite person to debate sports with is, um, Skip Bayless off top. Like Skip Bayless, that's just the homie, you know what I mean. Like when I say the homie, I mean, like when you goin' to Skip Bayless, when I go to the Skip Bayless show, there's always more conversation off camera, and its always like he can't wait for them to say 3,2,1 and we off. For him to engage in a, um, more whatever, realer conversation, I don't know if real is the right word, a more real conversation, just things like that, so you know
My favorite person to debate sports with Skip Bayless. I do have a second favorite as well, if it's not even a second favorite, but another favorite person I love to debate sports with: Max Kellerman. That's my dude. Love to debate sports with Max Kellerman, that's my slime. And every time I go on his show, he always got a verse for me. You know what I mean, that's the homie
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Drop It Like It’s Hot[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Drop, drop, drop, what what what
After you back it up then stop
What
What, wha, drop it like its hot
After you back it up and stop
What, what
Wha, drop it like its hot
Now drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its
Hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Make em' drop it
Like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it
Like it's hot
Hehe, listen

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
You know me girl
I'm a Cash Money millionaire, look at my Rolie (Rolex) girl
Drop to your knees toss your hair ahah slow me girls
Now hit it strong, won't be long, now catch it slowly girl
No he didn't say that, yes I did girl
I don't use rubbers, and I don't plan no kids girl
I don't want your number, I want your draws and ya skins girl
Then after that, you can get it how you live girl
That's on the real girl, I'm a pimp girl
Get it twisted, I'll slam you like Shawn Kemp girl
I'm the one to get it hot like a lighter girl
I just slap you a couple of times, never fight it girl
That's cause I likes it girl
And let me tell you somethin girl, I am a player girl
So don't you try to play me cause I never save a girl
Do me a favor girl, and wet the spot girl
And after you back it up, drop it like its hot girl
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot

[Verse 2: B.G.]
First I need you to bend both knees
Wobble that ass right, then pop that pussy
The left one time, the right two times (whoa)
Show a nigga somethin, put it on a nigga mind, come on, come on
Now twerk it bitch; ain't no need to hold it in, what you workin with
You want a Hot Boy, hear me, work it bitch
Then break a nigga off, let me hurt you bitch, let me hurt you bitch
I'm on fire yea, I'm nasty and I'mma make you holler yea
Girl think I'm playin, I'mma break ya down
I'm a show you how we do it on VL Uptown
I wanna hear you make them "ooh, ooo" B.G. sounds
I wanna hear you say boy, aw you laid that down
Aw you laid that down
I'm hot yea, people say I'm off the block
But I won't stop till you drop it likes its hot
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh]
I'm a rider boy, the hottest boy, respect me
Cause I'm on fire boy, on fire boy
Got them trees, holler boy, holler boy
Bout my cheese, them dollars boy, dollars boy
I'm a seventeen survivor boy, with choppers boy
I got guns that go BLOCK A boy, BLOCK A boy
Ya'll runnin with a monster boy, Weezy Wayne,Corleone
And I'm a mobster boy, get it right I get my ball on like soccer boy
I keep it right I ain't gon thaw it off I'm a Tymer Boy
Go up in flames blockburner thats my motto boy
It ain't a game, I cock that put somethin' inside a boy
I'm a pimp, got a wife that'll holler boy
Catch her at the house steppin out the shower boy
(shhhhhhhh) hehehehehe, got a lotta boys
Claim to be soldiers but lies boy
And if I catch em I'mma bat em and make em retire boy
Put a hump in your back and bend your rump
Hey sexy little mama we can do the hump
And you can hurt me hurt me, sex me sex me (what)
And after he finished, next me next me
Work it jerk it pull it hold it grab it (whoa)
I need it eat it beat it, silly rabbit (ooo)
Woo hah stuck ya in the ass (ooo)
Got this thang up in ya like a snake in the grass (sss)
I know you wish you could go home (go home)
To a nigga with a dick like a python (python)
Stay up in ya like a off the hook telephone (telephone)
Got ya walkin round with nothin but a fuckin thong (wha?!)
Take the switches on these bitches cause I'm so wrong
So wrong, so wrong, so wrong
Drop (wha) so wrong, listen, listen, listen
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Tell em' after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like its hot
We tell em' after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
We make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
They go wobblety wobblety, wa a wobblety wobblety
Wa a wobblety wobblety
Drop drop it like its hot
Make em wobblety wobblety, wa a wobblety
Wobblety
Wa a wobblety wobblety, wa a drop drop it like its hot
Now after
You back it up then stop
Wha wha wha, drop it like its hot
They gotta
Wobblety wobblety wa a wobblety wobblety
Wa a wobblety wobblety, drop drop it
Like it's hot
Tell em after you back it up then stop
Then wha, wha, wha
Drop it like its hot
Make em after you back it up then stop
Then wha, wha
Wha, drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot drop drop it like its hot

Drop em like it's hot, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot drop drop
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New Cash Money[Intro: Brisco & Lil Wayne]
Hahaha
Uh-oh
Brisco
The new Cash Money
Believe that!
Hahaha
Ugh (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Brisco]
I'm from the cocaine era, packs in my stroller
Two beepers and a flip, Star-Tech Motorola (What up)
Bally silks (Ugh), Kangol tilts (Kill it)
Stand straight when the boss talkin, hush your lips
Mob-affiliated contract hits
I let the street declare war when you want that beef (Want that beef, yeah)
Talk cheap, get money, I was taught to ride
Loyalty came first, and we don't switch no sides
I'm a savage on the block, nickel rocks and heroin hopes (Yeah)
I walked the ghetto like them, but I was taking my notes (I was taking my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon (Yeah), the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real niggas I can stand by (Yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with hips (Ugh)
And two niggas on the interstate, taking them trips (Let's get it, 12)
I'm into carats like Bugs Bunny (Yeah)
Young Brisco (Ugh), the New Cash Money (Haha)
[Break: Lil Wayne & Brisco]
Wayne!
Yeah
Hello, world
Hahaha
That was the homie, Brisco
I am Weezy F.B.
And we are them Cash Money Boys
You dig? Hahaha, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Brisco]
One! Reportin' live from the booth (Yeah!)
I'm killing these bitches, Young Wayne Carruth (Kill 'em, Wayne)
Untamed and loose; blunts, drank and juice
I was once a spark; into a flame, it grew
I don't complain to you—don't complain to me
Everbody got beef, and I just came to eat
I'm in the game for keeps; if you in my lane, I beep (Ugh)
I been running this shit, and I never sprained my knee
And guess who came home? Ronnie the O.G. (Yeah)
He still on papers, nigga, we never free
And for my homie Streets, I'ma twist one up
He can't even hit the kush; he gotta piss in a cup (Ugh)
What is this on my wrist? Shit is sicker than "ugh"
Yo, Brisco, there ain't a sky bigger than us (Yeah)
What's good? I'm in Diamonds—is you tipping or what? (Yeah)
I took your bitch and she ain't coming back to work for a month
[Break: Lil Wayne & Brisco]
Weezy Baby (Ugh)
Cool, that's cool, let 'em live, Weez
You already know what it is
Ahem
Yeah, don't be scared now
Tell 'em, tell 'em
We just got started
But I done already told 'em
Yeah, ugh, Mack
But they didn't wanna hear me
Yeah, c'mon
Hahaha! Go!

[Verse Three: Lil Wayne & Brisco]
I'm in the all-red Flying Spur (Haha), on Asantis (Yeah)
With a bad redbone that look something like Ashanti (Hahaha)
OK, light brown, Southern-tan Medina (Ugh, ugh)
With a light-brown, thick thing like Trina (Yeah, haha)
Um, you prolly seen us (Uh-huh, yeah)
Ripping the streets with no top between us
You're so genius
That's my word, you know I got you, twin (You know I got you)
You a real nigga, dog, thanks for letting me in (Ugh) (Believe that!)
Yeah, he in the game now, and I'm betting he win
And I'm the rap landlord, just collecting my rent (Ugh)
I put the house on Lil' Bris', we gon' eat this year (We gon' eat this year)
Silence for the real niggas who ain't see this year (Hold up)
Open your eyes, open your eyes—Cash Money has a new face (Yeah, ugh)
And we gon tie the shit up like a shoelace (Ugh)
And that's me, the young hood messiah
'0-7, I'ma set the fucking hood on fire (Yessir)
[Break: Lil Wayne & Brisco]
Whoa, yeah
Suh—Suh—Suh—C-M-B
Haha
Young Money
Listen, man
Weezy and Brisco
Hahaha
Get ready
As a matter of fact, you ain't

[Outro: Brisco]
C-M-B
P-O-E
E-Class, what it does?
Brisco—Big Chuck, what it does?
Triple C's, Street Mob
G-12
Yeah
Slim and Baby, what it is?
We gon' eat this year
Ugh
The whole faculty
The whole mob
Yeah
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They Still Like Me[Spoken: Lil Wayne]
OK, OK, OK. Mhm, mm, mhm. That's what I'm talking 'bout, man. I killed that shit, man. Man, that right there—it's easy, man. You know what I mean? Give me something else, man, Drama. I'm on fire, man, rock. Watch this, man!

[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Let's do this for Hollygrove!
Yeah
Can't forget Magnolia Projects!
Young
Shout to the N.O.! (Dramatic, nigga!)
Young
DJ Drama! Weezy F. Baby!
Dedication 2, let's go! (Dramatic)

[Verse: Lil Wayne & DJ drops]
Weezy, motherfucker, what it do? Holla at me
All the niggas tryna hate me, and them bitches tryna have me, I'm a—
Money man, yep, I get it from my daddy, ho
And boy, we can beef like Magnolia and Calliope
Hollygrove my barrio, let that automatic go
Test me when I'm chilling, and I kill you from my patio
Bitch, my shadow look good, I'm just feeling Weezy
Hop in my shit and say goodbye 'cause the ceiling's leaving (Gangsta!)
Believe me, they ain't tryna see me
Tell 'em I be the nigga with the burner in the beanie, I'm—
The fireman, she just call me when she steamin
I wet her up and put her out and leave the bitch dreaming
Niggas say they hot, but it's really not seeming
If these guys bad, then I gotta be a demon
Wayne's getting money like Damon and Keenan
Try, take it from me, and I'm aiming and beaming
Banging and leaving stains on the cement
Slide the crackers something so they tame the policemen
Left in a Porsche, came in a carnation
I'm fresh, yeah, the Gucci sweats came with the creases
I'm hot, but I'm cold, I just change with the seasons
Tryna put some cheese on my pieces
If you looking for your nigga, I be where the water gets deeper
Hugging on that money, tryna put it in a sleeper
Yeah, I'm here—who the fuck wanna say something?
Leave your whole head empty like a straight pumpkin
Make no assumptions, I'm hustling
Your girlfriend guzzling when you thought she wasn't
Name still buzzing even when I'm doing nothing
But I'm never doing nothing, 'cause I'm always getting money
It's that simple, jackass, if you don't get it, you're a dummy
And them niggas that diss me ain't nothing but pure pussy
Sure, honey, I done heard what you said
But if a nigga really cared, you'd already be dead
Just a young-ass nigga with some old-ass bread
Yes, I keep them dollars running like them bitches got legs
And my nigga Tez Po been riding with me since pegs
And my right wrist is looking like a cracked-open egg, that's—
White and yellow diamonds, adjust your lighting
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I’m Raw[Verse 1]
Mic check, one, two, on the way to third
Flow sick, put a straitjacket on my words
So sick, they think that something's in the herb
They think I'm gone, but I'm fine, like a woman’s curves
My personality is far from your reality
I'm closer to your girl, now come on, ho, don't embarrass me
There is no comparison, this right here be kerosene
Carousel, parasail, I'm higher than everything
What I spit? You can't drink it, like you're 17
I can show a million pair of eyes what they’ve never seen
And I can do this in whatever the weather brings
Picasso couldn’t paint a better scene
Colossal, now give me the mic and I rock like a fuckin fossil
I'm mad at the track and I beat it like Hector Camacho
What's poppin? What it do? What's happenin'? What's crackin'?
Que pasa? The hospital, mi casa su casa
Bad, I'm rad
And these niggas just squares like plaid
And if they’re cool, then I'm cold
I gets money all day like the toll, bitch

[Hook]
I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw
I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw
I got my brim low, all I can see is the flo'
I got my brim low, all I can see is the flo'
I'm 'bout to murder this shit
I'm 'bout to murder this shit
[Verse 2]
I'm a BET soldier, an MTV gangsta
I will be on VH1 when I'm done being famous
Explain shit, I have made my way
And you are just a stain, bitch, you will fade away
And I only leave my house to paper-chase
Yep, off to the jungle, where I feel safe
Like a home run in the bottom of the 9th inning
And I'm fresh like I'm by Mennen
I'm on the clock like 5 minutes
Tryin' to get passed the line of scrimmage
Yeah, and before I leave her thighs bendin'
She give me face first, like she done dived in it, haha
And if she tall, I can climb in it
I usually don't have a time limit
And eatin pussy ain't a crime, is it? If so
I should start working on my jail visits, you know
I'm in the game, they just sell tickets
Man, I got old bread, like stale biscuits
You feeling froggy, all you gotta do is yell 'Ribbit'
Turn ya ass to a statue, like an exhibit
Now let's get it!
Let me at 'em, leave my cage open
With no pyro, I leave the stage smokin'
Yes, it's Weezy F, bitch
The best thing since breath, bitch! Suffocate!
[Hook]
I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw
I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw
I got my brim low, all I can see is the flo'
I got my brim low, all I can see is the flo'
I'm 'bout to murder this shit
I'm 'bout to murder this shit, yessir!

[Verse 3]
It go; Uptown, Uptown, Operation Shutdown
Wake up to polices, go to sleep to the gun sounds
And you're not a gorilla, you're a dead monkey
'Cause I got a banana clip in these Red Monkeys
What you said? Don't be afraid to say it twice
And they say life is cheap until you pay the price
It's just like shaking dice, better hope you roll a winner
And if you are a rat, you're just a cobra's dinner
Y'all ain't fuckin with me, you niggas under a G
Like the light part of my feet
And so what them niggas left me?
When it get cold, I turns into Wayne Gretzky
I do's it like it never been done
So you can suck my dick with a elephant's tongue
Bitch, it's Weezy Baby
Motherfucker, I spit rabies
[Hook]
I'm raw, I'm raw
I'm raw, I'm raw
I'm raw, I'm raw
I'm raw, I'm raw
I got my brim low, all I can see is the flo'
I got my brim low, all I can see is the flo'
I'm 'bout to murder this shit
I'm 'bout to murder this shit

[Outro]
I murdered that shit
I murdered that shit
Rest In Peace to this song
See you at the crossroads
That's all I have to say, goodbye
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Emmett Till ApologyDear Till Family:
As a recording artist, I have always been interested in word play. My lyrics often reference people, places and events in my music, as well as the music that I create for or alongside other artists
It has come to my attention that lyrics from my contribution to a fellow artist’s song has deeply offended your family. As a father myself, I cannot imagine the pain that your family has had to endure. I would like to take a moment to acknowledge your hurt, as well as the letter you sent to me via your attorneys

Moving forward, I will not use or reference Emmett Till or the Till family in my music, especially in an inappropriate manner. I fully support Epic Record’s decision to take down the unauthorized version of the song and to not include the reference in the version that went to retail. I will not be performing the lyrics that contain that reference live and have removed them from my catalogue

I have tremendous respect for those who paved the way for the liberty and opportunities that African-Americans currently enjoy. As a business owner who employs several African-American employees and gives philanthropically to organizations that help youth to pursue their dreams my ultimate intention is to uplift rather than degrade our community

Best
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr
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Hercules[Intro]
*lighter flick*
Aye

[Verse 1]
I'm a lover, not a fighter, I can't find my lighter
My house is five stories, I don't tell 'em, I don't write 'em
And my living room is white, my lies are much whiter
My darkest secrets are bright, I'mma need a sun visor
187 make your bitch run my errands
At the bar with the Dracula, ordering Bloody Marys
Got a house on the prairie, got a corpse in the basement
I see Hell out my window, Lord, this view is amazing
If I go back to jail, Persian rugs in my cell
Got the world in my hands, it got all under my nails
People under the stairs, better not fuck with my feet
I be so fucking faded, who washed the colors with bleach?
Niggas biting my style, hope it gets stuck in their teeth
I been had the green light, now please don't jump in the street
C'est la vie, oui oui oui, watch me french kiss the sky
Then ask, "What is that smell?" That's the shit on my mind
I don't like you, or niggas like you
And Nino Brown's still my motherfucking idol
Keep a brown rifle for niggas like you
Kill you in a drive-thru, then go viral
Ooh, I don't like you and niggas like you
And Nino Brown's still my idol
The Glock 17 is still a minor I'll kill you over something minor
I get at you, night Twighlight whine like a wine-o, high like a high-note
Go at your head like a rhino, leave your shit bloody red like albino
I'm a nigga with a title, care less bout' a nigga title
I'm entitled and get homicidal
Wild as El Chapo, wild as Al Qaeda
Stuntin' on my rivals upon arrival
Numbers aren't liars, I am number one
I am on one
I am on ten stuntin' on twelve
I keep it a hunnid
Oh Lord!
[Chorus]
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Smoking strong Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Smoking strong Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Mercy me, mercy me
Mercy me, mercy me
Have mercy on them Tunechi
Nigga please, nigga please
You heard em' scream help me please
Help me please, help me please
Get pleased whenever I please
Hercules, hercules

[Verse 2]
I'm twisting up the kush, Sticky Fingaz like Onyx
Throwing up gang signs, you can see em' all in my vomit
I'm sleeping with the enemy, in bulletproof pajamas
I'm cool like that, but the climate is climbing
I got issues bigger than you, I got bitches taller than me
All that ratchet and bougie, I guess I like R&B
I'm unapologetic, I'm sorry for not being sorry
These niggas so old news, I’m talking prehistoric
I need benadryl for my trigger finger
Bad bitches for my homeboys
The grass is greener on the other side
I'm focused on my own yard
Focused on getting more dough
Twisting up like torsos
Rich as fuck, but moreso a poor soul
Oh well, if snow fell like hoes fell, then I'd be a snowman
My bitch is a soldier, fuck me GI Joe-Ann
They thought I ain't had no chance
I took the dice and rolled them
I left that crap table with a chip on my shoulder
Ahhhh!
[Chorus 2]
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Murder scene, murder scene
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Smoking strong Hercules
Strong arm your own team
You heard em' scream help me please
Help me please, help me please
Nigga please, nigga please
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules

[Verse 3]
They worship me certainly
Purple lean, purple weed
Percocet, pericyazine
Search a scene, search a dean
Search a bling, ching ching
Search the queen
Search her purse, search her clean
Search his turf, search his team
Search the sleeve, check for wings
First, I curse, then I squeeze
They say they lit? where the steam?
Let em' live, let em' breathe
Let em' live, let em' breathe?
Nigga please, nigga please
[Chorus 3]
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Murder scene, murder scene
Murder team, murder team
We murder teams, murder teams
Lil Tunechi picked out the rock like
Hercules, Hercules

[Bridge]
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Whole squad go hard
No fake, no fraud
We don't break nor pause
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Whole squad on Mars
And you don't make enough noise
No cape, no sawdust
Still go Hercules

[Chorus 4]
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Mercy me, mercy me
Rest In Peace Mercy D
My grandmother nurtured me
And that's who you bout' to meet

[Outro]
All ya'll versus me
All ya'll verses sweet
Nothing but desserts to me, and Hercules got to eat
All ya'll take a seat
My Hercules got to speak
Cause all y'all 'bout to bring
The Hercules out of me
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Ether[Lil Wayne talking]
Haters nigga... Squad Up nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")
Naw my nigga I fucks wit Jay-Z Sorry you know what I'm sayin
("Fuck Jay-Z")
No no no I fucks wit the homie man...sorry no
("Fuck Jay-Z")
Yes we bout to squad this thing out baby Ya'll ready to squad wit me
Then throw yo guns in the air mu-fucka
If you ain't got a gun get the fuck up outta here mu-fucka
Cause we gon' bust it in ya head mu-fucka
We here mu-fucka yes this is the squad right here
Dawg And no the rhyme didn't even start yet bitch
But here we go, (come on Wayne)
Look

I, young money boy Lil' Weezy
Hold it for A and Eagle
Cash Money cross the belly
Cash Money Makaveli
We get that fetti fellas we bump that Roc-a-fella
We got it pumpin holla back we crack rocafellas
Nigga my tires better, I'm on them monsta bellas
I got that brown boy or that white consuella
Fee this shit over I got us thats a promise
Let's go cop two new rovers drop it on Magic Johnsons
Thats 32's for fools stick to them stuntin' rules
500 up in ya tummy can you stomach dude
S Q my young'n crew we paid our fuckin dues
Thats why yo bitch is over here suckin and fuckin dudes
Ya'll niggas want a war bring it it's nothing dude
This shit too hot to relax bitch dont get comfortable
I fuck with super sammy blanco and fuck the bull
Hydro I puff and pull until I'm duckin full
What are you fuckin crazy come on its Weezy baby
No for real bitch its Weezy baby

Call me bad Wayne and I'm like Max Payne
The sickest shit to hit since anthrax came
I leave you with a tampax frame all bloody
Just stand back man y'all dont want it
But damn that man I come thru and do my Grand Theft thang
My cran-ap tan cap slant back thang
My hustle game up plus my flow that ugly
Just call me Mitchell and Ness I got throwback money
I got that um all good if its no crack money
I got that hes all good he dont need to show that money
I blow that money cause I know that money
Hit the club and wild out and go and throw that money
If that bitch on 21's then you know thats money
I'm a pimp I'm bout to perm it out and bullrush somthin
You a snitch you probably hit the court and burn dude
Thats that Weezy the shit that make yo soul burn slow

Fuck Ya ...S Q A D Holla at ya boy

(lil Wayne talking)

They can't fuck wit me man
I dont Dawg I dont see em fuckin wit ya nigga right here
Ya know what I'm sayin
Call me the throwback youngn
Bitch everytime you see me I'm in the 70's ho
You dont know if its a jersey or the pimp game bitch
Or it might just be the shit I got in my back pocket
Know what I'm sayin In the balloon or the silver pack
What you how you want it nigga? Huh?
How you want it dawg?
It's whateva we got it nigga from 64's to bentleys
To porsches nigga to the to the to the fuckin g-wag
You dont see a g-wag in the city unless its Weezy
And that white lady but we dont know her You know what I'm sayin?
Thats how we doin it dawg
This ya boy right here Man I'm holdin it down for the N.O
And when you come past here you entering my home nigga
I I run New Orleans east I'm a 17 nigga but I run tha East Man
You know what I'm sayin
So So when you get to sheps think of Weezy man
Know you steppin into Weezy territory
You more than welcome to come holla at me man
I got whatever you need
Holla at ya people man
Squad up I see y'all baby its all love dawg2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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F Him Good[Verse 1]
Uh, we had lunch
We talked about love and shit
She looked me in my eyes
And then said the next dick she'd take
Would be her husband's dick, damn
See, I had the steak, she had the lobster
I say, "I want you on my team," she say, "I don't join rosters"
"Oh, believe that," and then the drinks came
And then the mood changed and then her answer switched
She let her hair down and lit a cancer stick
She saw it turned me off and said she tryna quit
She went to the ladies room and I hopped on my phone
Most likely she doin' the same thing

[Chorus]
Like, "Girl, what you think?
Um, should I do it?"
She say, "Shit, I don't know
You know these niggas, he probably used to it"
Her other friend grabbed the phone and said
"That bitch just hatin', you better fuck that nigga
That bitch just hatin', you better fuck that nigga"
And then she say, "If you do, you better fuck him good
'Cause if another bitch could, she gon' f—"
[Verse 2]
We had dinner
We talked about the future
She said I could have chose any bitch
I would beg to differ, but beggars can't be choosers, yeah, mmm
And see, I had the shrimp, she had the pasta
She said she don't like rappers, we got something in common
I said, "Especially that nigga Wayne"
We both laughed and then the wine came
And then her mind changed
She loosened up her blouse, her smirks turn to smiles
It was a full moon when she turned around
She used my restroom, she say, "You know, girl stuff"
She left the water runnin' and hit her girl up

[Chorus]
Like, "What you think?" (Haha)
"Should I do it?"
She say, "Shit, I don't know
You know these niggas, he probably used to it"
Her other friend grabbed the phone and said
"That bitch just hatin', you better fuck that nigga (Yeah)
That bitch just hatin', you better fuck that nigga" (Yeah, yeah)
And then she say, "If you do, you better fuck him good
'Cause if another bitch could, she gon' f—"
[Verse 3]
We had breakfast, yeah
We fucked all night long and shit
We fell asleep naked, so when we woke up
She wanted that morning dick (I gave it to her too, hmm, yeah)
I had the grits, she had the waffles
She say she drank too much last night and I shoulda stopped her
I say, "Believe that," and then my phone rang
She saw my girl name and then her world changed
She put her clothes on and said, "I'm going home, Wayne"
I said, "Lisa, chill," and that was the wrong name
She hit her girl up and said, "I hate rappers"
And then her girl laughed and said, "Bitch, what happened?"

[Chorus]
She said, "What you think?
Fuck, why did I do it?
Bitch, I bet that nigga knew he was gon' fuck
From 'Hi, how you doin'?"
And then her friend on the phone say
"Girl, I was just trippin', I woulda fucked that nigga
Girl, I was just trippin', I woulda fucked that nigga" (Yeah)
And then she said, "Yes, I did, and I fucked him good
So I hope he tell his girl that I fucked him good"4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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CrazyI remember then, back in December, it was winter like '89
Shit I must have been 7 goin' on 8
And comin' from da kitchen was an echo from all the bass
And I ain't talkin bout speakers
I saw my daddy in there I would stare, but I wouldn't touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
Shit, I just knew too much
So I stop bein' lazy, and I became creative
And I learned how to create it
And all that pot's for me
So come see, or come eat
And I hope that she is having da ride of her life
No red lights in sight
Just a bare room with green lights
Come on now
Who did you, where did you, why did you what did you think she was
That's your ho
But does her water help your garden grow... no

Yeah I know that was crazy
But I think you are more crazier than her
Cuz she is no daisy
Shit she jus pottery
With no seeds
So she can't eat
My heroes had the broads and the cars with big ol' rims
And I could remember slangin', thinkin'
I wanna be like them
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little
I lived life numb

It made so much sense for me to run
When da 5-0 come
Cause I ain't dumb

And that shit I hated
Like early 90's late 80's
I was hustlin' as a baby
You can ask Eagle Street, about me
I'm a G

Ever since I was little, ever since I was little I tote my gun
Cause it made no sense where I was from
To walk around wit none
Shit, nigga you would be crazy
Cause niggas is crazy
And I'm a 80's baby
You should be proud of me
Cause in them streets
I'm hot like da 80's
And my temperature's raisin'
I'm at 100 I'm blazin'
Somebody shower me
Please, pretty please
You can call me wizzle, or you can call me Wayne, man either one
But it's Weezy Baby for your slut
I told her Weezy Baby, I told her more than once
But she just say, "Baby", she just calls me "Baby"
She just screams out "Baby!" when she's on top of me
And the sheets be stickin' like pages
And the bed is so stanky
If she say that is my baby, shit it is possibly not for me
M.-O.-E2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Talk 2 Me[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Now shorty lets get down to business
If you want it, you can get it
All you gotta do is hit me and it's on (and it's on)
I know its been a minute, and you ain't got time for gimmicks
But I'm comin' to my senses, I was wrong (I was wrong)
But when you roll like me, on your own like me
You gonn' wake up all alone and you will see, see, see
I'm at an all time low, we don't talk no more
Cause I want you back, I need you girl, that's all I know

[Hook]
Now talk to me, talk to me, talk
Walk with me, walk with me, walk
I know these things that we said
How can we stop and leave all

[Verse 2]
How can we ruin something so perfect, so fluent
We was young, We was dumb, We ain't know what we was doing
But now that we older, older
Lets take these things slower, slower
Reset the button, button
And start it all over, over
I cannot stop what I feel, You ain't a notch in my belt
I ain't gonna lie to you girl, I want you all to myself
And forgive for being stingy though
Take you all the places that you swear you never been before
Why is this so difficult, This should be the easy part
Believe me if you need me, Ain't no way we finna keep apart
[Verse 3]
No matter where I go, No matter who I'm with
I always think of you, Cause baby you the shhh
I love your body girl, There's no denying that
I will not rest, I will not sleep, like an insomniac
I keep you up all night, You know I get it right
I give it to you fast or slow, Or anyway you like
So give it one more chance
Now how you want it
If we pick up where we parted
We can finish what we started girl6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Don’t Shoot Em[Intro: Marley G]
Zaytoven!
Marley! Yeah!
Brrp!
Marley G, blood
Don't shoot 'em

[Verse 1: Marley G & Lil Wayne]
Black out my red bandana (Yeah)
Dressed in all red like Santa (Yeah)
Me and Tune riding in the Phantom (Skrrt)
Spiked out my Pineapple Fanta (Sippin')
My flows sick like cancer (Sick shit)
Doing the drugs at a random (Tripple)
Bitch I ball like Amber (Ballin')
Keeping one in the chamber
Fucking your bitch in the Hamptons
Checking my diamonds, nothing fugazi
All of you niggas is shady
Crack flow, 80s baby (Yeah)
Hella wavy on them hoes
Pop a perc on them hoes
Giver her something for her nose
All them bitches down to roll
Swerving all in your lane
Don't crash, feel the pain
Dope music in my veins
Skating on em with Lil Wayne
[Interlude: Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne]
Boom, boom
Rich (Rich)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne]
Way too much ice now I'm skating on em
Flexing I pull out the Wraith homie (What?)
He saving these hoes put a cape on him (damn)
New freezer the water my neck homie (yahhhhh)
Pronto took her to the condo (condo)
I'm balling on niggas like Lonzo
Too foreign you dont get no convo (hello?)
Too rich I dont need no broke hoe (no!)
Sprite in the Pineapple Fanta (Fanta)
Kill every song like cancer (cancer)
Put it in the lock do damage (damage)
Once I fuck a bitch she vanish (vanish)
I bust on her boobies (boobies)
Pull out the camera we making a movie
Look up to Lil Tunechi (yuh?)
I came out the trap now I smoke out a cutie
She graduated but the head stupid (oh!)
Might tell my shooter go and do it (blrrp!)
Off the lot had a top gone lose it (skrrt!)
And they all taking pictures they groupies
Fuck the Patek (yeah)
She a real model but I just want the neck (ahh)
Give me a sec, big jet on the way to a check
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Okay, okay, okay (okay)
Me and your bae soulmates
But if that hoe disobey, it's back to Chipotle
Beat that pussy up, no foreplay
Oscar De La Hoya
She ride this dick like horse play
I send her back bowlegged
She go right, left (ah), she go both ways (yeah)
When he asked she say "no way"
I can make her play her role and roleplay (yeah)
I can make a redbone feel rosé
AK leave his head gone with no face (bah!)
Wutang, my killers Ghostface
All my AKs 24K (blrrp!)
And Gold Diggers dig your grave
Okay, Tunechi Keyser Söze (yeah)
Smoking that gas need Rolaids (yeah)
Sippin lean fast that's slow pace
If the bitch bad I showcase, okay
100 thou cash on the pillowcase (yah)
One in each hand that's lifting weights
This dick make a bad bitch ricochet (yuh)
Your bitch is in here swallowing like Minute Maid
God damn, okay okay okay (okay)
D.E.A., D.O.A (okay)
I aim right at your shades (okay)
Then let off that roach spray (brrr)
Y'all boys soft as crochet, I take off with no brakes
I try not to leave no trace
But I dripped sauce the whole way
Damn, I'm a boss I pay me, I got lost like KD
I go off like Dray Green
Pop a perc go KG
Man I'm unwired like Dre Beats (yeah)
Repping them big big big B's (yeah)
All y'all drenched restin in peace (yeah)
Dedication 6 sick six feet, Six shit
Medication quick quick quick please
I'm impatient Imma need a MD (yeah)
The doctor said all I need is M-E (yeah)
Your thot in here tryna get me tipsy (yeah)
Your thot in here tryna give me hickeys (damn)
And now she's tryna tell me how to live free (damn)
Never let a stripper give you tips please
That's some six shit
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
The craziest shit Nicki has ever bought for me as gift was a pair of shoes. The shoes look like uh my teeth. That's definitely..and uhm I've actually never worn 'em. They like a pair of shoes where you know you always set them bitches out the night befo' you're like yeah I'm definitely wearin them tonight...and then soon as its time to get ready, you like now this is not the event for these type a shoes. And uhm.. yall already know the type of events I go to. So, if I feel like the event ain't enough for the shoes then you know it's a crazy ass pair of shoes. Shout out my girl Nicki, she coulda just bought me a picture of her. You know...I won't say what kind of picture. You know what I mean--if it's for my birthday or Christmas.. know what I mean1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Big Worm[Intro]
(T-T-T-T-T-Think we found a loop hole)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Gave you more than a million, told you, "It's yours, baby", yeah
Gave you more than a mission, love is war, baby, yeah
Gave you one big missile, two big bombs, baby, yeah
Gave you one big kiss and these two arms, baby

[Verse 1]
Gotta meet a nigga halfway, I'm just a call away
You can use me for your band-aid, I'll put your scars away
And you know I come with some pressure, you gotta be certain
Too picky, I cannot just fall for any person
Too picky, gotta be for me and promise not to turn, yeah
She keep her spliff on Deebo and I keep my blunt on Big Worm, yeah
Uh, jealousy towards me happens so often
Far from egotistic, I done told you that I need you, yeah
Too many fake ones out there, ain't hard for me to see through them
When they know you way way up there, they just wanna see you land
I don't wanna stand if you ain't standing by my side, no oh
I cross the T's baby, you dot the I's, oh oh

[Chorus]
Gave you more than a million, told you, "It's yours, baby"
Gave you more than a mission, love is war, baby
Gave you one big missile, two big bombs, baby
Gave you one big kiss and these two arms, baby, yeah
[Verse 2]
Gotta meet a nigga halfway, I'm just a call away
Gotta meet a nigga halfway or meet me all the way
Use me for your band-aid, I'll put your scars away
Too picky, I cannot just fall for any person
Too picky, gotta be for me and promise not to turn, yeah
Gotta build a bridge from you to me and promise not to burn it
Although jealousy towards me happens so often
You know they gon' be focusing on everything that we do, yeah
Far from egotistic, I done told you that I need you, yeah
Too many fake ones out there, ain't hard for me to read through that
I don't wanna stand if you ain't standing by my side, no oh
And if you like magic, baby, that's a body high, oh oh
Jealousy towards me happens so often
These hoes just tired, they're exhausted
Been sending shots and whatnot, tick tick tock, it's crunch time
Can't give a thot a minute of my bustdown 'cause for you I

[Chorus]
Gave you more than a million, told you, "It's yours, baby", yeah
Gave you more than a mission, love is war, baby, yeah
Gave you one big missile, two big bombs, baby
Gave you one big kiss and these two arms, baby

[Outro]
Gotta meet a nigga halfway, I'm just a call away
You can use me for your band-aid, I'll put your scars away
And you know I come with some pressure, gotta be certain
Too picky, I cannot just fall for any person
Too picky, gotta be for me and promise not to turn, yeah
She keep her spliff on Deebo and I keep my blunt on Big Worm, yeah
You know they gon' be focusing on everything that we do, yeah
Far from egotistic, I done told you that I need you, yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Skate It Off[Intro]
Mic check
This the motherfuckin' squad man
You know how we fuckin' it up...
Mic check
We the Fort Knox squad, watch the cream baby
Real squad shit man
Let's go, let's go

[Verse 1]
Wait, I just skated off on the plug, skrr, skrr
I just skated off like T. Pud, skrr, skrr
I just skated off, on twelve
With the work in one hand like Odell
With the work, yeah
I got eyeballs on the roof, on the roof
I keep nigga's skulls just for proof, nigga oh
Money so tall it could hoop, money go
I'm high on my I.D, my IG and IQ
Yeah, I just touched down, what's the scoop?
What's the scoop?
I just hear blasé, blasé, blasé, whoop-de-whoop
Whoop-de-whoop
Yeah, i just touched down, I'm going for two
(Let's go, let's go)
You just hear AK, AK, AK, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
I just touched down, what it do?
What it do?
Me and all my skaters in cahoots, in cahoots
Bitch, I just skated off like Nyjah Huston, switch
Think I need a cape like superman
I just skated off on drugs, on drugs
I just skated off sippin' mud, sippin' mud
I just skated off on the Xan, on the Xan
And we just skateboard, we don't dance in our Vans, nope
[Verse 2]
I just skated off on twelve, fuck twelve bitch
Bout to board slide a fucking handrail
I just skated off in YSL
And I can eyeball work, fuck the scale, fuck the scale
I got eyeballs on the roof, on the roof
My slimer ollie off this fuckin' roof, fuckin' roof bitch
I got eyeballs on your squad, pop, pop, pop
I just skated off like a shot, so deep
I just skated off with Chaz Ortiz, Chaz Ortiz bitch
I just skated with some SB's, got some SB's bitch
I just skated off with Theotis
I got eyeballs on your whoodies, fuck you, got 'em
Keep your eyeballs off my guap-o, guap-o
I just skated off like El Chapo, Chapo
I just skated off when I chop
A gun in both hands, bitch I'm 'bout to do the Shaba, Shaba
Treat a Rolls Royce like a Honda, bitch back up off me
Nigga I'm the God, you Godiva
She gon' pop it off for a thug, yeah
I just skated off on her love, deuces
I just skated off on the plug
She just skated off on her hubs
I just skated off on a thot, thot bitch
And left her thong wetter than my yacht, why not?
I just skeeted off in your wifey (get a lot of  hoes)
While I got more cards than a psychic, I'm good
Black credit card, nigga swipe it, I'm good
We them niggas man
We good
Stripes in these streets, call me stripey I'm good
Long Beep....
Flying in these streets like a pilot
Tissues for the beef they keep crying 'bout the truce
[Verse 3]
I just skated off on twelve
Everything that's in my safe that's for bail
Yeah cause I know nigga's turning snake, we turning up
Yeah, I told my hoe I had to turn the page, she turned to drugs
Double barrel double dating double cup
And no matter how hard I fall, I get up, man fuck you going bitch?
I get up and try again, we call that rebate
Oh your bitch just want this D? Okay it's D-Day
I get flown off on her PJ
I'm gon' make my skaters rich, we ain't no cheapskates, no, no
That AK got that pop like the TJ
Yeah, in the streets we [?] get them sweepstakes
Fuckboi you a hater, what the streets say
These bullets turn your tomato to a v8
Yeah we juuging, we finnesin' very easy
We get the squad, looking for another squad to cremate4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Know the Future[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Straight from the bottom of the cut
I give it to these bitch niggas like momma taught me
One man with no weapon at war, but I'm an army
My flow is captain: attention, lieutenant
Your penny pension and they demolished that invention
You better get your dollars up, and guess what, I was up
I get my cheese like Mickey Mouse, or else you better Donald Duck
Like a shootin' range target, I get all kinda bucks
Be my shootin' range target, nigga I got good luck
Nigga bye bye good luck, got your momma shook up
Lil bad ass nigga, who thought Popeye wasn't tough
I'm on that la la, twist it up, I'm on that syrup, slow it down
And I like four freaks too, and I ain't Yung Joc but its goin' down
I buy a marijuana field, then I just mow it down
Big bad wolf, yes, I just blow it down
No homo and to Hollygrove, I will hold it down
Like a circle of knives, I got the sharpest flow around

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future
I know they can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self
[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Bitch I'm Mack Maine
I got the heart of a king, blood of a slave
Feel like I been there before, my second time to the grave
But it's one life to live, that's why I'm gettin' paid
Off a flow that's priceless, I just got it appraised
Spit like I need a raise, blaze as I gaze
At the stars and ask the Lord, why the culprit's at the pulpit
It make me sick to my stomach, that's why I rap
Like a pregnant woman, I don't spit I vomit
So pay homage, me and Wayne two G's
Like twenty hundreds and we keep the semis blunted
And we live like brothers from another
So fuck with him and Mack gonna react like you did me somethin'
That's a hint to you Davids, throwin' shots at Goliath
This the New Testament, where the victor is the giant
So you should get your weight and lose the hate
Remember males shouldn't be jealous, that's a female's trait

[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hustlin[Intro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]
Dramatic, nigga!
Haha! Shoutout my nigga, Rick Ross!
Shout to Slip-N-Slide!
Khaled! (My nigga, DJ Khaled!)
Yeah! Dedication 2! (That's right!)
Drama! I... see ya!
I'm so dedicated right now!
Fee, baby! (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)
Hot Spitta! Mack Maine!
Twenty-four-seven!
Po, baby! E-I-E-I-O!
D2! (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, now what they do?
You know it's Weezy F. the fuckin boss
Inside the Phantom bitch so big I probably get lost (Ill!)
How bout that exhaust, and my Funky Cold Medina
I make that ho tip toe like a ballerina
I'm the Miami fever, in that Miami Heat
Hop in that Miami water, I'm like a Florida Marlin
But I come from New Orleans, nigga, we still strong
And my money real long, real real real long
And this my thirteenth year, bitch, I'm still goin'
So my money real long, real, real, real long
Nigga that steel on, red beam safety off
Murder scene, tape it off, red rum, tomato sauce
Niggas say they paper boys, bitch, I be with caper boys
I say we be burnin bodies, we dont be burnin cars
And I got a bitch with me, call her "Miss Without-Drawers"
And I'm at the bank, you could call me "Mr. Withdrawals"
[Chorus: Rick Ross & Lil Wayne]
Everyday I'm hustlin' (yeah), everyday I'm hustlin' (yeah)
Everyday I'm hustlin', everyday I'm, everyday I'm
Everyday I'm hustlin', hu-hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard

[Verse 2]
If you want it I'mma bring it let Diana Ross sing it
I'mma pull it I'mma bang it that's that Nina Ross singin'
I be way in Opa-Locka with that Rick Ross bangin'
If you try me, I reverse ya, now you Kris Kross-swangin', yeah
Whip soft top seats soft leather feet prop
Heat cocked, somethin on my neck look like a peacock
You need not, talk that street hop to me Ak' cause we pop
Like thousand dollar bottles of that Chris Rock
Bitch stop trippin' I been hot, when not
I been threw away what they just got
And niggas talk shit but when I see em they lips lock
Bitch bop, know I got that ooo wop griplock, get shot
Bitch I bet I'm hustlin' when ya nigga not
Bigger appetite, bigger pot; EAT!

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Lil Wayne]
Everyday I'm hustlin' (yeah!), everyday I'm hustlin' (Weezy!)
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
[Verse 3]
Call it what you want, but baby, just dont call the cops
Let em chase that drop, I'mma chase that guap
Yeah, racetrack jacket wit the racetrack locs
Yeah all black Maserati taste that smoke (Gangsta!)
I'mma crack that egg open, beat that yolk
Let it soak let it soak watch it come back bulk, yeah
Then I hit the streets up and talk that talk
Let it float, let it float, never come back broke, naw
Run that shit, I'm Cash Money's bread and butter, no sugar
Bring me all the beef, I'm the motherfuckin' pressure cooker
Yeah, yeah, I could change the weather for ya
Lose ya ass, the neighbors tell 'em that they never saw ya
Close ya mouth, it be better for ya
All that snitchin like the cops got a medal for ya, ha!
I'mma hustler, got work hoes and metal for ya
When ya think ya ready, I'll be ready for ya, bitch!

[Outro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne]
Shoutout to the 305! (Yeah! Dedication 2!)
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it, real hard
Philly and Miami! They got the official!
Huh? I thought I told them niggas
Shoutout to MixUnit!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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David Banner[Intro]
Chrome on the monster
Leather intestines
With a top model
And the contestants
I'm a Rottweiler
Yes I'm a rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby
Yeah straight up out the stroller

[Verse 1]
Chrome on the monster
Leather intestines
With a top model
And the contestants
I'm a Rottweiler
Yes I'm a rock-n-roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby
Yeah straight up out the stroller
I'm higher than the solar
System
Marley twist 'em
I'm like Macaulay Culkin
I was rich when I was pissin'
On myself, I'm ballin'
You niggas haterholics
I'm just the recipe
So you can save the garlic
I'm like a set of keys
I'm bout to get it started
I smoke them Beverly
Hills, from California
Them bitches after me
So I put that paddle on 'em
She rode my dick
And said she shoulda put a saddle on him
I watch out for them snakes
Listen for that rattle, homie
And I ain't got a clique
I got a cattle, homie
What up Five
Kickin' back just being boo
I'm talking foreign money
Like a European dude
Yeah I'm heavy, man
So you should reconsider
I hit you one time
Fuck up your equilibrium
I got rhythm
Yeah, I got soul y'all
I travel all around the world like a postcard
My flow cold
Fuck around and get a cold sore
I got this bitch on lock like a closed door
Weezy's real, them other niggas folklore
I'm connected, I got more hoods than a coat store
I'm successful, I got more shit than you can hope for
And I got through that water like a boat oar
Young, Carter the name
Baby boy rising like hot water and 'caine
[Bridge]
Whip it, stretch it, and flip it
Re-up, stretch it and flip it
Re-up, stretch it and flip it
Re-up, stretch it and flip it

[Verse 2]
Re-up
We up in the club, we up in the club
Money running like water, bitch get up in the tub
I'm up in the club, she up in the club, he up in the club
Now she can't leave so we fuck in the club
Am I lucky or what
Playboy rabbit
And I like big tongues, like skateboard fashion
I got more girls than the Playboy mansion
I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete Sampras
And a nigga drink like the late Fred Sandford
And a nigga smoke like there is no cancer
And I know this world is so cold and deceivin'
But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin'
Yeah, and until that chosen evenin'
I'mma be screaming Apple and Eagle
Yeah, that's right, Apple and Eagle
Hollygrove 17, I won't leave you
Nope, and this is just the preview
But I am already working on the sequel
Fuck with me wrong
I'll fuck with your home
Like a letter to the wife saying your husband is gone
Like Muslim I'm calm
But like Muslim I'll bomb
And beat the track up like a hundred arms
I'm funky like underarms
The engineer's recording a thunderstorm
My hunger forms
Then ring the alarms
Tha Carter 2 was nice
But the third times a charm
[Outro]
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Runnin[Intro]
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
The loser, microphone abuser
Feet hurtin', I just walked from Jerusalem
So you should get on the side with the movement
I'm the proof and I'll die just to prove it
Whatchu wanna know? Anything, whatever
I can't tell you, I can show you better
Me-me and my gun, we took an oath together
Said I will never die, if we both together
Yeah, this is my testification
I'm Wayne on their hands like precipitation
And in hell you, you need justification
But, but for me it was just a vacation
Heheh, yeah

[Chorus: Shanell]
Somebody tell me when's it gonna end?
Where's it gonna end up?
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin' run it all
When's it gonna end?
Where's it gonna end up?
Runnin', runnin', runnin'
Run it all!
[Verse 2: Shanell]
I lost all my money
I lost half my mind
Can't find my direction
Where's the finish line?
Could I be far away from it all?
How far it gone
If I can stay for it all
Then I shouldn't fall

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Shanell]
Uhh, but if I fall, I fall up and let the clouds hug me
And if I fall down, I bet I hit the ground runnin'
Bet you search and found nothin', looking for the finish line
Stop short cuttin', you fuckin' up your finish time
Shit, but every twice in a while
It feels like I'm runnin', and life is the miles
Yeah, but until the lights dimmin down
I'll be runnin' around, runnin', runnin'
Ohh, ohh-whoa, will you tell me?

[Chorus: Shanell]
Somebody tell me when's it gonna end?
Where's it gonna end up?
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin' run it all
When's it gonna end?
Where's it gonna end up?
Runnin', runnin', runnin'
Run it all!
[Verse 4: Shanell & Lil Wayne]
Counting all my pennies but it doesn't add up
At the mercy but somehow it ain't enough
Reading all the red lights trying not to give up
But I don't know how long it's gonna last, ohh
It's almost over now
I say it's almost over now
The end is gettin' closer now
Better do what you suppose to cause the world is all so short now

[Chorus: Shanell]
Somebody tell me when's it gonna end?
Where's it gonna end up?
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin' run it all
When's it gonna end?
Where's it gonna end up?
Runnin', runnin', runnin'
Run it all!

[Outro: Shanell & Lil Wayne]
When's it gonna end?
Where's it gonna end?
Runnin', run it all!
Yeah! I'm runnin' outta time, I'm runnin' out of space
Feel like I'm runnin' round, but I'm runnin' in place
We all in the race, I'm just another sprinter
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YM Salute[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Better strap up your boots
Before they start to shoot
Then do it for the troops
It’s Young Money salute

[Verse 1: Lil' Twist]
So sick with the flow
Yeah your cowboys know that Lil Twist
Been a pro way before Romo or T.O
No Witten, Cowboys to a Piston
A.I., no Wallace, your kids gettin' demolished
I’m bookin' on your suckers like I'm just leaving college
But smart, very smart - too smart for your knowledge
Too smart once more, Wayne called me a genius
It’s YME, nothin' gets in between us

[Verse 2: Lil' Chuckee]
Tell Wayne I’m goin' in like somebody bout to bury me
In this rap game, nobody could ever bury me
That's why you see me on stage rockin' with Young Money
I told my team I got us man, it’s all on me
Like Volume two B.G., I got my crew with me
Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby Nicki
Every time I’m on the track it’s ransom
Can’t find us anymore, it’s random
When Young Money come through you better salute us
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Better strap up your boots
Before they start to shoot
Then do it for the troops
It’s Young Money salute

[Verse 3: Jae Millz]
Hey I solemnly swear if it ever go down
You ain't never got to call me cause I’mma be there
Let's get to the point like elbows, my crew harder than shell toes
Strapped like Velcro and is we running hell no
And truthfully, aimin' for number one, oh do we
You ask why I reply 'cause nobody remember two or three
Cross YM out of him we'll make a movie
We all we can be, respect the army and salute we

[Verse 4: Gudda Gudda]
Young Money army, we marching
We coming forward, no warning
We got these boys running like Forrest
So salute me like a general
First place, never last
Always on top and I’m a chief like a Seminole
Got the game in a stranglehold​ no letting up
You can get the top of your can popped like 7-Up
Knock knock let us up, Young Money applaud me
And we’ll take the game out your hands like a joy stick
[Verse 5: Nicki Minaj]
I’ma need my badges and my ribbons
Maybe it will make up for everything that I wasn’t given
Everything that I’ve given, I swear I’ll never give in
Just look at what I’ve been in and this is just the beginning
I d-d-do it cause I did it for my ballerina girls
Blowing kisses to the soldiers, I am Marilyn Monroe
But we shoot shoot shoot em up, camouflage me
Cause Young Money is the Navy better yet the Army

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Better strap up your boots
Before they start to shoot
Then do it for the troops
It’s Young Money salute

[Verse 6: Lil Wayne]
Commander-in-Chief
One hand on the World, one hand on the brief
I stand on the world, bitch I stand on the peak
Of the game, and the girls, and the guap, now that's G
Don’t ask me about shit but money
Fuckin’ right my money long I got that 10-foot money
I get it fast when I get to the money
When I walk, it sounds like 10 foots running
I meant feet, I’m in deep like wet pussy
I’m a purple heart proven war vet, rookie
You can’t even sit next to me
Now bring money or death to me, or don’t step to me
Now don’t step nigga, march with me
To the steps of the court building
Like ain’t we God’s children?
I know at all times gods feel me
So I play my part until the war kill me
Salute - or shoot
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Better strap up your boots
Before they start to shoot
Then do it for the troops
It’s Young Money salute

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
It’s Young Money salute
It’s Young Money salute
It’s Young Money salute
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Blowing Up Fast[Intro]
Bitch I'm Mack Maine
And this Young Money
Lil brotha get 'em

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Straight out the hood a young hoodlum
Done what I shouldn't did what they say I couldn't
Hid where all the killers hid at
Hung where the other hustlas slung at
Waiting on the get back
Get that
Flip that
Debating on the mix match
Switch that from dope to coke I'm blowin up fast
Now you niggas is slowing up fast
(secret weapons) "I can hear myself but I can't feel myself, I wanna feel myself like tweet!"
Now my niggas is blowin up aves
If I tell 'em you niggas is holding up cash
Rollin up stepping outta the phantom's ass
Put cha litters away ur talking to a can of gas
There's nothing to say no matter who comes to ask
And murder ain't funny but we do love to laugh
Shit we just living take money take baths
Take a nigga bitch and fuck her
And send her back wit nothing
Now isn't that disgusting
Give him back his sista give him back his cousin
Yea, go make a stack or something
Go and buy yourself a spine and give back the frontin'
Yea and to end that discussion
I been had strength I just got the muscle
Fuck ya, this that 'n' the other
I see my people struggle wish that they wasn't
The government try to put us in a muzzle
But you're two fingers ain't the pieces to da puzzle
Shit say to each his own hustle
And I hustle all night and then go home to the fussin'
Then wake up to the fuckin'
Breakfast in bed don't forget my english muffin
Hawaiin punch tastes like robitussin
A nigga jus livin jus breathin jus puffin'
Come on mama drop down and curl up
Dick millimeter cock back and murda
Aye senorita we cannot go any further
If my girl catch us both in the spot she will merk us
Pussy niggas talkin all that slop we will merk cause
Hungry ass niggas I tote two hamburgers
Who want beef? Who want beef? I bring it to your front door and now you seem nervous
Two seater swervin'
Traffic to hell wit it
Shit you can't die with it can't go to jail with it
Might as well wild in it passin and feelin' it
Me I excel fishtail and tailwhip it
Give them niggas somethin' to tell them bitches
Smellin like money at a full court scrimmage
The fam at the table got a four course dinner
Young money cash money dump confetti on da winner
And yet he understood us so when we told em' break it off
Cause gangstas don't' talk one word'll be a war
And yo platoon can't handle the destruction
Hard body baby killin' sound like seduction
Them niggas chase dope bitches follow the instructions
Sometimes you gotta put the whole rooster in the oven
So tell the public I'mma do my thing
Just as soon as I hear dat bing
Gotta come in
Comin' up
You niggas jus runner up
And runnin' up'll get you in that wheel chair forever
It's whatever
I'm still here forever
Cause the lil'nigga better than all you niggas together
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Lost[Chorus]
Well, if you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me
When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me
If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me
When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me

[Refrain]
I been lookin' for some love, but it ain't lookin' for me
That's why she bite her tongue when she tell me that pussy for me
And I been lookin' for somebody that been lookin' for me
Keepin' my two fingers crossed, but I'm still lookin' for peace
I been lookin' at the clouds, maybe they'll listen to me
Can't talk dirty to myself because the mirror's too clean
Tryin' never to look back because the light always green
It's safe to say I lost my way, but I never lost the lead

[Chorus]
And if you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me
When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me
If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me
When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me

[Verse 1]
Every time it beat, it break apart
I really think it's all my daddy fault
I can't find the keys to my heart
Think I'ma need the automatic start
Out there lookin' for love after dark
Then I get tired and it's an afterthought
Where's the love? Five question marks
Eat your heart out, I had to starve
It's the saddest part
I'm questionin' myself, I ain't gotta answer yours
Baby, that's for sure
I take a look at myself and then I just pass the torch
Baby, back and forth
I ask can we get together just to break back apart
Baby, that's the cure
Me, myself, I, my iPhone, Fantastic Four
Never knew 'take it or leave it' could be so literal
Never knew takin' a breather could be so physical
Never knew takin' it easy could be so difficult
Never knew takin' these drugs could be so spiritual
Never knew the chemist like how I know the chemicals
Never knew takin' a life could be so minuscule
Never know takin' chances will be individual
Never know takin' advantage would be inhospitable, how pivotal
Never knew the shit I never knew would be minimal, how cynical
Never knew love and hate were similar, identical
[Refrain]
I been lookin' for some love, but it ain't lookin' for me
That's why she bite her tongue when she tell me that pussy for me
And I been lookin' for somebody that been lookin' for me
Keepin' my two fingers crossed, but I'm still lookin' for peace

[Chorus]
And if you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me
If you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me
If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me
When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' too deep

[Verse 2]
I can't find the keys to this life
Picked the locks, I might be a'ight
Close my eyes, I might see the light
Life is a bitch, she might be my type
Death is a bitch, she might be tonight
Haters kiss and dick-eaters bite
Tables turn every day 'n night
Three-sixty, three-sixty-five
I can't find no leaks to my pipe
Police can't find nor reason nor right
Been tryna let shit happen on the fly
But I can't find a seat on that flight
There's a private plane, that's simple and plain
Tickets at a more reasonable price
Sometimes, I don't know how it's gon' end
Even though I done seen the movie twice
Pop a wheelie, new motorbike
Some people like to live a slower life
Some niggas like to live cutthroat
I'ma be the nigga that hold the knife
You girl wan' hold me tight over night
Who am I to tell her wrong from right?
I'ma give her more dick than advice
You give her more strings to a kite
I just found a needle in a haystack, bitch, it's payback
I found myself talkin' to myself with nothin' to say back
And I just found the keys to a Maybach I had way back
Tryna find everything but my way back
[Chorus]
Yeah, well, if you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me
When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me
If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me
When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me
I been lookin' at my posse with a look of belief
I been lookin' my closet and it look like Paris
They been lookin' for your body, they been lookin' for weeks
They find you dead with your eyes open, lookin' for grief

[Outro]
I been lookin' at the clouds, they say they look up to me
Safe to say I lost some sleep, but I never lost my dreams
If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me
When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' too deep
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Ain’t I[Intro: Jae Millz, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga (Barack O-Drama!)
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!)
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga
Jae Millz (Gangsta! AMG!)
Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!
We just shining on you niggas all crazy!
Hahaha! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) Let's go!

[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
I'm the real, I'm the authentic, the fact and the truth
It's Jae Millz, brown skin, but I black in the booth
And for the green or that white, you'll see red
Mushroom bullets hit your body, and they spread
Then your ass dead, no need for a hospital room or a bed
Just tell his mama, "Get him some nice threads"
So at least he'll be a bitch-ass nigga dying in style
He didn't want to look up to me, now he gotta look down
Somebody better tell 'em: On these beats, I'm a beast
Half-man, half-animal like King on "Tekken"
I'll wreck him, and yeah, Young Money is what I'm reppin'
Respect 'em or I'll put you on that highway to Heaven
Matter of fact, pussy, you'll get your own lane
With no speed limits, so you can get there in a minute, ha
It's Dedication 3, it's no replacing we
That's like asking a group of Muslims, "Where that bacon be?"
Straight Grand Patrón flow, it's no chasin' me
And that amnesia is what my medication be
That's that Amsterdam grade-A, I'm smoking in the Netherlands
So high that I'll probably fucking never land, bitch!
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Motherfucking psychopaths
Young Money cavemen, motherfuck a Geico ad (Ill!)
Four-four, bulldog, fuck around and bite your ass
Shitting on you bitches, now let me flush the toilet and wipe my ass (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Bitch, I'm balling, I like my cash—no, I'm lying, I love my dough
Got them hoes fallin' like a hundred million dominoes
But I don't eat pizza, I eat pussy
When he wouldn't
Holla at your guala, yeah, bitch, it's me
Kicking motherfuckers out the kitchen heat
I'll put you where the fishies sleep
And when they wake, you'll be the fishies' feast (Gangsta!)
Haha! Yeah, I'm a shark, you see my fin, ho?
Bullet leave a hole in your face, not a dimple
Straight from the N.O., it's no problemo
To put a nigga brains on the motherfucking window
Ugh! Damn right, I'm nasty
How I come through in that wide-eyed Aston
The leather guts, and might I add in:
It's black-on-chrome like Darren McFadden
Yeah, and don't be comparing my swag
With these wack-ass niggas that's oh-so-swagless
Yeah, and call me Mr. Swagmore
Got your girlfriend open like some fucking pores
Or open like some fucking doors
Nigga, it's, "Fuck you, and I'm fucking yours"
From the bedroom to the floors
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Nina[Verse 1]
Now it was me and Lil CC and we was chilling by ourselves
Popped a pill and now I'm feeling myself
All these cuts on my wrist, it's like I'm killing myself
Diamond cuts is what I mean, I'm so hot I might melt
Only in your bitch mouth, nigga whatcha talking 'bout
You ain't talking 'bout shit if you ain't talking bout this
Don't worry 'bout me, worry bout my bitch
Don't worry 'bout me, worry bout my bitch

[Hook]
I got a bitch named Nina, and Nina's so slutty
Cause she'll do him and everyone of his buddies
Say, she'll do him and everyone of his buddies, yeah
She'll do him and everyone of his buddies
Protection off, safety - I look straight ahead
"I got them niggas Weezy", that's what the .380 said
"I got them niggas Weezy", that's what the .380 said
That's what the .380 said, that's what the .380 said

[Verse 2]
Man y'all ain't ready
I'll take one -- me and Lil Terry
And we hold court like Mason, Perry
Oops, I meant Perry Mason, the weed got me dyslexic
I’ve been hungry since I entered and I ain’t looking for an exit
Eat or get ate, and you looking like breakfast
You done took it too far, now don't stretch it
Damn, my bitch sexy and my bitch slutty
Cause she'll do him and everyone of his buddies, yeah
She'll do him and everyone of his buddies
Yeah, she'll do him and everyone of his buddies
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
In the back of the 'Bach
Its just me and my little brother, bitch
We call him Little Snack
Um, why we call him that?
Cause he like to eat snacks
And I like to eat rappers like he like to eat snacks
I call em emcee snacks
You emcees wack
How 'bout your funeral? Let me emcee that!
Three emcee facts:
My name's Dwayne Michael Carter, DMC's back!
Nigga walk this way
And I'm gonna paint your ass like an art display
I'm really rich, I just talk this way
And maybe if you get rich you'll talk this way!
See, right now I'm talking foreign, you dig? I'm talking foreign
Leave a hole in the boy big enough to park a car in
You're on, but you ain't on it, I'm more on like Warren
Move, boom! Now my bitch talking for me
Damn, and she's so slutty
Cause she'll do him and everyone of his buddies
Say, she'll do him and everyone of his buddies
Man, she'll do him and everyone of his buddies
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That’s What They Call MeMan, I ain't got nothing but some pussy and some paper
I keep a bad bitch like a muthafucking Laker
I don’t love them hoes, fuck that pussy till its aching
Pass a bitch like Troy Aikman
Man, gangstas don’t die, gangstas go to Vegas
We don’t need no navigation, we go where the money takes us
Muthafucking fools, like the first of fucking April
I ain't never been a pussy, have you ever been in pussy?
Thats so muthafucking good, feel like a treasure in a pussy
I’m a shovel in a pussy, or devil to them pussy
Spill the champagne on them pussies
Yeah, same shit different restroom
Stop playing, I turn your chest into a flesh wound
Ha, you would never guess who's in my guest room
Now they saying "just me Tune!"

[Hook]
Tunechi, that what they call me man
Big dog muthafucker, you’s a Pommerain
They say fuck me, then Karma came
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name

And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
In my momma name…guns in my momma name
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
I’m smoked out, I’m by myself
Bitch, I’m a king no matter how the cards are dealt
It’s Young Money or it’s take money
Long hair don’t care, call me jake sully
Pay me or pay for me
I tell em hoes stay on ya toes, ballet for me
Momma pray for me
Goons spray for me
I have em bring me your head on a tray for me
Cut the brain raw, pussy ass nigga I’m at your chest like a training bra
Tune talk that shit that rip straight through the kevlar
Pull a bitch over, dump his ass in a reservoir
Real nigga repertoire
Add five or six blunts to the head, it helps
Reportin’ live from the top of the food chain
We eatin man, now what my name?
Tunchi, yep! That what they call me man

[Gudda Gudda]
Gudda Gudda, double G, it’s all the same
The game ain't never been the same since the Carter came
And I stay high bitch, fly like the largest plane
You Captain save a ho, cuffin like a sargeant man
Duck tape on the handle of my pistol nigga
And I don’t spit no more I drew like a retarded man
Shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man
Don't you hold a grudge cause your bitch chose me, I’m sorry man
Young nigga with old school, game like an Atari man
Thats your ho callin’ man
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My Weezy[Intro: DJ Drama]
(This a Big E beat)
"Young Money All-Stars" on the way!
Put the party in the bag—now hand it over

[Break: Lil Wayne]
Hold up, hold up, I didn't know you were gon' do this one. Alright, now y'all motherfuckers have me— That— That's what y'all been wanting, huh? Okay, okay, go 'head, Drama, do it

[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
See, I don't wanna be the mixtape king no more
More like the mixtape president
Barack O'Drama!
It was definitely time for change
Yeah
I mean the game been dry
Uh-huh
So, I figured we going for re-election
Yeah
So, me and Wayne gon' keep running
Uh-huh
So y'all niggas can fly
It's Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
This a Big E beat
And I'ma cook this bitch like piggy meat, yeah, haha (Ill!)
You can get pork-chopped
Young Money, bitch, let the champagne cork pop (Gangsta! Ill!)
I will bat your man, now go tell a shortstop
Okay, bitch, you do the wop? Well, bitch, I do the guap
Okay, man, you do the drop? Well, man, I do the yacht
You pull up in parking lots, I pull up at the dock, like, yeah
Macaroni, greens and hamhocks
I am not on your planet like Doctor Spock
Rock to my own tune, Lil Tune
My stomach hurt, and my shit is dropping real soon
Kill whom and whoever for whatever
That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters—now you spell it
I say, "Young Money, bitch, forever" and we better
Than all these motherfuckers up in this era, know'm tal'm'bout?
Yeah, I tell my niggas, "Pick the target out"
Yeah, and then, I quickly pick the target off
Like volleyball, I'ma serve 'em
And being fake is pussy, so, nigga, I'm a virgin (Gangsta!)
Dr. Carter, tell them bitches I'm a surgeon
Cleaner than some brand-new detergent, you heard me?
And I make your bitch get on the plane with that Fergie
Tell 'em, "Get off Birdman Jr. birdy"
[Verse 2: Shanell & DJ drops]
I love the skin that I'm in
Goosepimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y-M
That 'gnac, that Goose, that Trón, that gin
Got a club of girls cracking, let the party begin
I heard you call yourself a baller when the camera's on
If it ain't tricking 'cause you got it, what you tripping on?
See, I'm the spoiled chick you fronting niggas hate to meet up with
But my crew holdin' duffle bags, bitches (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)

[Verse 3: Lil Twist]
Rocking on the scene (Ugh), and yeah, I hear "My Dougie" (Yeah)
I D-Town boogie, now the girls really love me (C'mon)
V.I.C. then Vic, yeah, they both got silly
Lil Twist, I get silly (Ugh), I'm the king of the city
Young Money, Young Mula, yeah, the kid in this thing
Grown men in this game can't compete with me, man (Uh-uh)
'Specially when I pull up in that candy Range (Yeah)
Twenty-fours on that thing, sitting next to Lil Wayne
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, yeah, yeah I rap harder (C'mon)
Mic in my hand, I run like Marion Barber
While you haters on the sidelines, and I be a starter
Going bad on you kids like I'm Reginae Carter
That's my lil' sister if you boys didn't know (Wait)
That's Weezy's daughter, so don't mess with her bro! (Uh-uh)
'Cause we'll come find you in all kinds of cars
Signing out, Young Money, D-Town's All-Star (Yeah)
[Verse 4: Tyga]
It's Tyga (Yup), no lion (No), I'm eating, no diner
This species don't diet, every meal a fish Friday (Yup)
Squad deep like the white guy from Verizon, gator righteous
So it's only right you meet the fugitive, John MacGyver (Me)
Teenager, school cyphers, I was too nicer than them
No license, you gets no high-fiving
Nigga, roll the damn dices (Damn)
Touché, my wordplay two shades from the color grey
My kick game so unreal, they say them colors must be fake (Hahahaha)
Never been made, MTV, I make
Quake your very eyesight, my fame's no mistake (Nope)
Since the deal, steak dinner everyday
Fuck a movie, my life is like a Compton play (Yeah)
You can see it, nearly breathe it, from a couple feet away
But stay away 'cause I don't get along with the tagalongs (Nah)
Let me get on a song, period, gone
I'm off the hook like cordless phones
My identity so right, they think it's wrong
G.E.D., Young Money, finish strong, so I'ma keep going (Ahh)
My ligaments covered in green like general syllables on my face
Like my skin was leather-made, leather, man
Louie you ain't never seen, like a nun booty
None before we—after, it's only boys
Tyga-man, I do it for the hatin' homies
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Dedication 3, baby
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Nah This Ain’t the Remix[Intro]
Ay Mane
I'm popping shit, man
Tell them niggas, if they tryin' to see me
504 the area code
70118 the zip code
That's right
One more thing
Don't touch my shit, nigga
Old South speakin' to you
That's right

[Hook]
Hey, when the pistol's in your rib, nigga
Drop it like it's hot (3x)
When I put one up in your wig, better
Drop it like it's hot
Hey, when I run up in your crib, nigga
Drop it like it's hot
Shit, nah, this here is not the remix
Just lil' old me, singing my shit, shit

[Verse 1]
I'm a Hot Boy. I drive a hot car
The type of nigga get brain in a cop car
Oh, that's your girlfriend
We call her slop jaw
Because she drink from a cock straw
I had relationships with a few pop stars
Wasn't serious, I was aiming for the pop charts
Now the young nigga livin' like a rock star
Only live 5 star, one bed, five whores
I'm a D-boy, but y'all know that
So when you see me, you ask me where the dope at
You wanna see me
Hey, you gon' need some more cash
I can't even hold a conversation with your broke ass
You ain't got more money than me
Think about it
Let's just say someone gave me a check
And took the ink up out it
Now all I can do is go to the bank about it
[Hook 2]
Hey, after you back it up then stop
Drop it like it's hot
Hey mama, pop that pussy then shake that ass
Drop it like it's hot
You gotta wobble-de-wobble and then
Drop it like it's hot
Shit, nah, this here is not the remix
Just lil' old me, singing my shit, shit

[Verse 2]
I got a sense of humor
But ain't shit funny
I see 'em get mad
But I just get money
My AK a bit runny
So you should either sniff or get hit from it
You get hit runnin'
Hate that I did something
If I did, let me know
I could get a lot of bitches
But my bitch could get me more
Different hoes, got 'em walking on their tippy toes
Talkin' with they pussy holes
Conversation, rule the nation
Here we go, I'm in Bal Harbour
Like give me those
Little man, I ball harder
My car's larger
I'm going farther than y'all could ever pardon
Sharpen my toothbrush, rush the fucking warden
Yeah, I'm part of a mobb daddy
And dyin' behind the sign
Is part of my job, mama
I'm hard as a rock
I'mma fuck me a thick bitch
Throw a CD at her
She drop it, dismissed, you got me
[Hook 2]

[Verse 3]
I go by Young Carter, father of one daughter
Bought her a cellphone, I call her every morning
I got my first check, I went and bought a V
Bought everybody's with my second
Call me Mr. Deeds
Hey Marley, twist the weed
Lauren, hold the pistol, please
Promethazine got me leaning like 6 degrees
I look Japanese, my bitch Blackanese
You see the guns I got
You know the cops ain't packin' these
They call me Weezy Baby
Please say the "Baby," baby
9-27-82, I'm an eighties baby
Y'all know the Birdman
I know the 80s, baby
So if you trippin'
I'mma take it back to 80, baby
You call me crazy, but
I call it brazy, baby
I'm from the dirty, we could dance
Patrick Swayze, baby
I rock a red flag, representing uptown
Only on the right side
Fuckin' with them Bloods now
[Hook 2]

[Outro]
When I heard this song, I got a little upset
But then I thought to myself
What haven't I done yet, fuck
Young Money motherfucker
Young Mane, Hot Spitta in the building
We got Lil Boo ridin' with us this time, nigga
Ay Mane
Nah, I ain't a hater, don't get me wrong
I made it a hot line, you made it a hot song
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We Don’t[Baby - talking]
Ay shawty, you know what I'm sayin'
Some niggas palms be sweatin'
Some niggas 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 niggas, lets ride shawty

[Verse 1: Baby]
Indictments, got us conspiracy for murders
Five young niggas uptown servants
Word, they bird curvin' for servin'
Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin' out like they George Gervin
Bitch, and we was raised in these war times
Jail also made men in these hard times
And don't cry I'mma 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 niggas out of line, nigga we dress up and creep
Whoa, shawty I'mma blow they whole block
Fuckin' with a soldier, mastermind his own 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 fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
The murder man, picture me lurkin'
Right up behind ya curtains nine's squirtin'
And you could hear it when it's hurtin'
But if I hear him hurtin' I'll walk over and merk him for certain
I took over the circus
Cause I'mma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface
I walk around, fo' pound and surface
To spin ya ass around in circles, you urkel
Blood run up out ya earth now you purple
Your homeboy get it first, but you worst so
Now you headed to the skies above
And I'm go and get high with ya bitch in the club
Yeah, life's a bitch and death's her husband
And you gonna have to meet up if you keep on fuckin' up
And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on fuckin' up
But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up
[Hook]
We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Shoot him in his head so he remember
Because of that mama I'll be gone 'till November
I be back next winter in a hummer on spinners
Them niggas on the block say them boys gon' get 'em
But them niggas on the block don't know the toys come with him
Tell ya boy come and get me if I go he goin' with me
I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy
Ya open up ya face I'mma open up the semi
I open up ya kidneys now ya floatin' up the Missi-
Ssippi, river nigga play with deep water now ya swimmin'
Silly, you play with me, Carter, now ya missin'
Really, I shoot ya in ya head and make you feel it
And even though I be the man with the milli's
When the shit go down I be the man with the milli's
Beef cranberry on the ceilin'
This is the Carter, bitch welcome to my buildin' c'mon
[Hook]
We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon

[Lil Wayne - talking]
Wish a nigga would say something, gotta
Standin' right here, guns up boy
Weezy F, Birdman
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I Hate Love[Verse 1]
She was the sweetest ever
Whatever happened to forever
She never say never, she rather say whatever
I’d rather stay together and she’d rather chase the devil
Now I’m left to race the rebel
Bartender make it several
Turn up the bass and treble
How bout I make it metal
I’m such a fatal fellow
And shes the reason why
Because without the muthafucker I’d die
I’d die, I’d die
So bury me today or tomorrow
Cause I’ve buried myself away
In the sorrow in May
I die before I wake
I pray I’m resurrected for her nightmares sake

But you love me
At least thats what she said
That whole weekend in my bed
But there was a speaker in my head
Saying “seek and you’ll be led”
But instead, instead I loved you
I was weak and mislead
I was deeper than dead
I was sinking in dread now I’m thinking in shreds
So I inked this in red
But she loves me
She loves me not
I hate love
Yeah I hate love
Oh my God
I hate love

[Verse 2]
I used to tell myself I wouldn’t do this to myself
Until I proved it to myself
And now I’m losing myself
I used to have my shit together but now
You see now, I with whatever
And now, you see, now, you with whoever, forever and ever
And everybody know I ain't acting like I’m supposed
I’m attacking my own soul
I’m back in a lone mode
I’m back on that long road
And that road goes forever and ever
I don’t wanna love no more, spare me
You can have my heart its only dead beat
I’m sick of the love songs and the bullshit
When reality bites like a wolf bitch
She’s on top, she wanna kiss
She won't stop, she don’t wanna quit
Then I woke up and I wish I could sleep forever and ever
[Refrain]
She loves me, she loves me not
I hate love
Yeah I hate love
Oh my God
I hate love

And I don’t want love, I don’t want love
I don’t wanna love no more
So if you see her you can have her
She’ll be outside my door
So tell a preacher, tell a doctor
I curse the very day you were born
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Million Dollar Baby[Intro - Lil Wayne]
Yessir
Uh oh
Uh ohhhhhhhh
Haha
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Sick with it, six digits, big engines
Get lots of head like 6 midgets
It’s just the code I live by
Represent the road I grew up by
And I see the game like an umpire
Motherfuck one time, and everything combine
I am the boss I have a nigga tell ya bout the gun line
I’m in the hog sometimes, I’m in the Porsche red line
Drive that motherfucker like I’m tryna beat the deadline
Holla at the boy bitch, yes I’m the boy bitch!
I’m fly and ya boy friends a ostrich
How much you cost bitch?
See I will buy you then and then sell you back like an auction
Okay?
I am affiliated with DJ Drama and this Just Blaze track has just met Jeffery Dahmer
I am a Bengal on the beat like Carson Palmer
And them niggas couldn’t see me with panorama haa
Niggas soft as a can of flowers
And soft as a can of tuna
Your fucking with a piranha
The ballin’ is no illusion
Paper tall as a tower
I’m paid ho
I could change ya life all in an hour
I promise I see the city skyline from my shower
I’m feeling like a gun with a bag of gun powder
Pow Pow I’m higher than Mister Charles
Fresh from the bottom of the ant pile
Weezy
Uh..
Uh huh
Ya
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
My grill is gangsta, my aim is money
The championship is beautiful but the game is ugly
They say “Feed the hungry” but these bitches is greedy
But I am awfully gifted I am simply strategic
It’s, come to my room I make her feel like it’s Egypt
And she leave out that room feeling like a paraplegic ha
My fuck game is my capital feature
I stuff her ass up like a pair of new sneakers
Back to the subject at hand
Baby, I’m a wealthy ass young black man
Flow more rare than finding black sand
And I just want some brain like a fucking cat scan
I just want some paper like a fucking trash can
Life is a maze, so hows it hanging pac man
I seem to amaze, as well as advance
I’m so far ahead I gotta save the last dance
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Get it strait like pans as I enhance
M.O.B I’m all about my chips like Lance hehe
I be with animals, with animal tactics
I swear I’m backed up like New York traffic ha
You dumb fucks, you're nothin’ but lunch ducks
Big nuts here swinging like nunchucks
Hollygrove I’m claiming it like insurance
I been on the grind nigga you are just a tourist
Flowers for the dead, say hello to the florist
Fuck with me wrong, bet I rush ya like Borris
Now they tryna kick it but I ain’t Chuck Norris
I kick it with lil flu and he rollin’ up a forest
Can’t be compared no, I’m not a thesaurus
Can’t be banned I’m sorry Miss. Delores
Fuck Wendy Williams the bitch look like a dude
Her body look chewed and her hair looks glued
But let me get back to my food
Eat the track up and leave the mic barbecued
Why in 30 lives would you ever war with I
I’m just getting high, thinking bout Tha Carter V
My homie’s straight, my mama good, and my daughter's fine
And everyday I pray and thank the great Lord of mine
Weezy Baby you're looking at greatness
Gangsta Grillz no braces bitch
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President[Intro: Curren$y]
Uh, yeah, yeah
Hot Spitta, Spitta, Fly Society
Young Money y'all, Young Money y'all
Yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Figured it's time that I step back from the game
And peep it from a coach's point of view, so I can see
How niggas went wrong and how the players was wrong
And I can do it how a pro supposed to do
No mistakes allowed, you get caskets for that shit
The line of scrimmage is waiting
Niggas is blitzing, you could get sacked quick
Drop back like an all-star QB
Or the top on that high-end sports car with two seats
You niggas don't comb the pages of the duPont Registry
Looking for vehicles and accessories
Like I do, and every representor of my crew
I get love from Cuz and the Piru
Slide through the drive through of a fast food restaurant
Turn the music down and tell the broad what kind of sauce I want
Scratch off quickly to a main street, intentions to make cheese
Let the windows down and let the purp' scent clear out
The police is peeping me and they don't think that I can see
I know they gon' pull me over and make me get out
But I'm on to 'em
Spray the chronic-killer and talk calm to 'em
"Good day officer, what's the problem?"
You looking for answers? I don't got none
I'm from New Orleans and New Orleans don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, I'm getting money nigga
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Haha, I know that's right
Hello world, yeah
Yeah, uh-huh, Music to Fly To coming soon, y'all

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
You can see me on the Eastside of New Orleans with a red bitch
Fuck the world, make it walk with a leg twitch
Flow retarded, I'm on some Special Ed. shit
The magnificent, twist it like a dread, bitch
And I can get up in the car and drive
And if the record is a smash, I can still survive
Yeah, money ain't a thing but everything to me
Shit, I gotta make them C-notes sing to me
Yeah, higher than all of the angels be
And, no I never choke but I strangle beats
And, I am just a player in this game we be
So go blame the referee, don't complain to me
And I used to have a cutlass on stainless feet
Passin' all day up Latoya's Street
Back when Scarface used to sing to me
Had me feeling like a G was the thing to be
Back when I was pedaling my ten-speed bike
Who knew I'd be pedaling the six-speed white
Big dog through the yard where the little dogs bite
So if you are female dog, you don't fight
Bitch ass nigga, I ain't got no master
Rich ass nigga, I got all my masters
Bitch ass nigga, I ain't got no master
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Happen to You[Pre-Chorus]
Don't ever think that it can't happen to you, you
You gotta stand on your own two, win or lose
And if it gets too hard to face the truth
You got to grow through what you go through, yeah

[Chorus]
I need a bandage for the damage I've been through
I've been knocked down but I managed to improve
Only real competition is myself

[Verse 1]
She's stuck in my brain storm, trying not to get rained on
I put all these rings on and it look like I'm flame throwing
And I put all my chains on and it look like I snakecharm
I was down on my dick, everybody was hissing
Now I'm trying to keep them snakes up out my garden
Put your ear up to my safe, the money snoring
Carolina blue sorta look like Jordan's
Let's get high for Nipsey and pop a blue dolphin
And yes I gotta keep them snakes up out my garden
But keep that Mamba Mentality regardless
'Cause I know harder times are waiting for me in the future
All I can do is stay in my lane and put my gear in neutral

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't ever think that it can't happen to you, to you
You gotta stand on your own two, win or lose
And if it gets too hard to face the truth
You got to grow through what you go through, yeah
[Chorus]
I need a bandage for the damage I've been through
I've been knocked down but I managed to improve
Only real competition is myself, myself
Yeah you need a bandage for the damage you've been through
You've been knocked down but you managed to improve
Only real competition is in you

[Verse 2]
I'm caught in a thunderstorm
I look up and it's fuckin' pouring
I'ma need me a lucky charm
I need it easy as Sunday morning
I keep me a firearm 'cause I always think I'm at harm
But it ain't no smokin' over here without ringing my fire alarm
On gang, on God, on moms
This life will break you down to crumbs
I was floating on the cloud, I jumped
And when I hit the ground I sunk
Yeah they thought I was down, I'm up
I was lost now I'm found, what's up
I came too far around to give up
When I was down on my dick
Everybody was missing, they thought I would miss them
But I got in that kitchen and cooked up this wisdom
I started a system
If you really love your niggas you'd never risk them, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't ever think that it can't happen to you, yeah
You gotta stand on your own two, win or lose, yeah
And if it gets too hard to face the truth
You got to grow through what you go through, yeah

[Chorus]
I need a bandage for the damage I've been through
I've been knocked down but I managed to improve
Only real competition is myself, myself
You need a bandage for the damage
I've been knocked down, knocked down but I manage yeah
Only real competition is myself
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Best Thing YetTell it to my nine bitch!

[Anita Baker]
"You're the best thing yet"

[Intro]
D-D-D-Diesel on the beat
Shhhhhut up bitch... let Anita speak!
I think on the remix of this song I'mma get uh, Common and Kanye
Yeah... ok yeah

[Verse 1]
Anything he can do I could do better
I avoid trends and I'm still a trendsetter
Weezy just let em, just let em die
I got all the answers so they call me when why
What where who, you think you fly?
I'm up there too - you fly, I flew
I'm up there too
You know they say two, is better than one, time
I'm a pimp, pimpin all the time
So keep your two cents before I give your ass a dime
Pistol on my waist gonna need a funeral and wake
Cause I'mma put that motherfucker dead in your face
R.I.P. I know my history
Run DMC but my girl is only worry bout one DMC
And I'm the shit like I-M-T-H-E-S-H-I-T, haha!
[Bridge]
I do this! ..when I want to
Nah really I can't control it
Even if I didn't wanna do it
I would DO IT! Hahahaha
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Ready to battle anyone
I'mma go with God and a bag full of guns
Yeah I'm an animal hear me growl
You against me is like Man Vs. Wild
Me against you is like man versus child
Hehe and I am the man
It's Young Moolah, applaud my team
And we prefer red carpet if the floor's not clean
It's Mister, it's the microphone fiend
And they running with my words like I'm writing on jeans
Yeah, and if the lights could all scream
They'd sing my song, I like to be seen
I deserve to be heard if anything else
So I fear God and the world going deaf
Can you hear me now? Heh
Even the hip-hop vets tell me I'm the..

[Bridge]
Scary!
Don't stop the beat Diesel
Cause I got the heat Diesel
Like diesel, yeah..
[Verse 3]
Heh I put it down like it's too heavy
But how can I with the world in my hands
Heaven in my plans
I swear I am important like the evidence I'm saying
I'm just trying to make my alphabets as heavy as I can
How do I live, whem I'm as deadly as I am?
I get props and every other extra credit that I can
Cause see, I respect the merit of a fan
No homo but please blow me to Japan
Okay I'm getting hotter I'mma need another fan
I keep going so here I go again
Always trying to be better than I am
Label me the best and in the throne I will stand
Why? Because I'm just a standup guy
Your hands smoking me cause I got your hands high
I pop a bean and bang Ja Rule when I Cry
You only know me but God knows I try
No x-ray show my insides
And I gotta stay in touch with my pimp side
So, tell your girl I said what's up.. I said hi..
She like that's what's up.. like the sky..
Byrd Gang taking off bitch watch em fly
And paint the sky red like the Crimson Tide
Flow retarded, Special Olympics kind
That gold medal heavy but it fit just fine
So, I just had to spit this rhyme
Spit like I'm trying to tongue kiss this rhyme
Some say greatness gets better with time
So I bought a zillion watches but don't watch mine
You little fucks are so i-ron-ical
Nickel plus fo' is a nine millimeter
No starch but I tote i-ron
All out in the open like I'm in I-ran
Young, champ-i-on, like a lamp I'm on
But um, I could clap and then lights off
Take no nights off but my days the same
And people change but fuck it nothing stays the same
And naw I ain't speaking so don't wave the blame
Lock me up but you could never cave the blame
Gasoline, can you invision if our gaze was flames
No you can not stop my vibe, couple page a game
Dang, a game? Yep, well gimme some baby flames
And if this camera shoots me dead, Lord save my chains
Lord save the rings, I am way too vain hehe
Listen to that Kanye again
I play the game like I made the games
You playing like your trying to get traded mane
And you ain't gotta call me the greatest mane
But I am more of a dog than the greatest dane
You boys acting like ladies mane
Crying like you bout to have babies mane
And you can find me grinding on the days we playin'
And that's because I know the sun'll raise again
And when it do I'mma praise the mane
They say you crazy Wayne, but I just bake em mane
And that's Ms. Baker saying, that I'm the...
[Outro]
Hehe yeah
So, now I got..
I got the, I got the, I got the R&B vets saying I'm the..
Hahahaha... Lil tunechi bitch!
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Action[Intro]
Go
I'm in love with a beauty
She is a cutie
Somebody say they saw us kissin' in the movies
We had a drink or two
We saw Rush Hour 2
Then we went home and we made our own movie

[Chorus]
Lights, camera, action, ya' dig?
Lights, camera, action, ya' dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours, show you mine

[Verse 1]
Like ooh, ooh, ooh, it's goin' down in this bitch
Like a boxer in the first round in this bitch
1-800, I would dick ya' down in this bitch
Uptown in this bitch, don't make a sound in this, shh
Now let me whisper in ya' ear
Every single word your little ear wanna hear
Flip ya' body over, have no fear
Can I put my tongue here until you tear?
Cry baby, cry baby, suck ya' momma titty
You know I like them old, I might have yo' momma with me
I like your girlfriend and your girlfriends
Honor my pole like a flag on the end, bitch
[Chorus]
Lights, camera, action, ya' dig?
Lights, camera, action, ya' dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours, show you mine
Lights, camera, action, ya' dig?
Lights, camera, action, ya' dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours, show you mine

[Verse 2]
I say, "Oh, girl, I love you so"
Oh, oh, girl, I love you so (Psych)
But I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho
But I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho
Pop these pills, take, take this glass
Pop, pop that pussy, shake, shake that ass
And if your pussy stank, girl, you know you better douche it
You're nasty, girl, now wash that stanky, funky, funky pussy, bitch
Stop talkin' that shit and suck a nigga dick for an outfit ha
And I wear my pants below my waist
And I never dance when I'm in this place 'cause you and your man be planning to hate
I'm so hood
And she likes it, and when we fuck, I'm keepin' on my Nikes
I'll tear that pussy up, I'll tear that pussy up
I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't tryna front
Oh, she pussy poppin' on a handstand
Oh, she pussy poppin' on a handstand
Oh, she pussy poppin' on a handstand
And I'm the camera man
[Chorus]
Lights, camera, action, ya' dig?
Lights, camera, action, ya' dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours, show you mine

[Verse 3]
Cut, check the gates
Wait, why wait?
When I can just bend you over and do what I told ya'
Do what I wanna, do what I wanna
Ya' heard me, I gotta lie, like
And now, every once in a while, her knees jerk
She forgets how to walk, I better teach her
I got her walkin' funny, just tell 'em that your feet hurt
You'll probably see her on one of my t-shirts
I super soak a ho, skeet, skeet, skeet, squirt
But don't worry, cause if y'all are like swingers
Hey, I'm high over features
Haha, new single, oh, so now you single?
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Third Strike[Intro]
I hope you
I really hope you
I really hope you
Didn't think it was gon' be
I hope you

[Chorus]
I hope you didn't think it was gon' be a fist fight, a fair fight
Hope you trained for a gun fight, we thug life
And we do it for the yellowbones, caramels
And them bitches took my cell phone, no paragraphs
My whole squad bout that money making, vice versa
And just like my girl love, I keep a tight circle
Tight circles in the race car, an eye jerker
Or did I mean an eye catcher? Vice versa
Fuck it man, I got too much money, no such thing
Top down on the supersonic, the guts clean
It's time to let our warts sting, I'm upbeat
I'm flier than these motherfuckers with one wing

[Verse 1]
I'm tired of these motherfuckers, cut strings
I'm first string
Been saying more shit than the nurse seen since thirteen
Don't seem to get why you earthlings observe me
It irks me
The cleanest shit come dirt cheap
I'm dirt deep, to stay awake forever is my worst dream
I search scenes to work schemes on the first fiend at first sight
You know it's paradise when you see blurred lights
You on your third strike
[Bridge]
Talkin' to myself my homies call me crazy
Livin' by myself my mama say I'm lonely
Sleepin' by myself my bitches think I'm lyin'
Listening to myself cause I'm my favorite artist
Dependent on myself, the people call me mighty
Defending more than self, the people call me hero
I'm good within myself, the people say I'm humble
And I'm protecting myself trying to stay away from evil, Lord

[Verse 2]
Trapping way before they called it trapping
Pop a Xanny like a motherfucking Aspirin
Got a pocket full of snow, they call me Aspen
Got a Phantom full of smoke while you gasping, uh
Pocket full of stones, talking moonrock
Cause that molly make these broads think they 2Pac
The molly make these niggas think they killers
The molly give my trigger finger the jitters, Lord
I was 15 in a new drop
Pulling up on the scene in the school house
Make a bad bitch cuss her dude out
Wait, I was 15 in a new house
Fucking right, bad bitch, nothing nice
And she something like my fucking wife
But now all we do is fucking fight
I feel like a young nigga can't do nothing right
But my money right, we alright, yeah
[Chorus]
Fist fight, a fair fight
Hope you trained for a gun fight, we thug life
And we do it for the yellowbones, caramels
And them bitches took my cell phone, no paragraphs
My whole squad bout that money making, vice versa
And just like my girl love, I Keep it tight circle
Tight circles in the race car, an eye jerker
Or did I mean an eye catcher? Vice versa
Fuck it man, I got too much money, no such thing
Top down on the supersonic, the guts clean
It's time to let our warts sting, I'm upbeat
I'm flier than these motherfuckers with one wing

[Outro]
I was trapping way before they called it trapping
Pop a Xanny like a fucking Aspirin
Pocket full of snow, they call me Aspen
Phantom full of smoke while you gasping, uh
Pocket full of stones, talking moonrock
The molly make these hoes think they 2Pac
The molly make these niggas think they killers
The molly give my trigger finger the jitters
It's Tunechi bitch, I do it for the sippers
It's Tunechi bitch, I do it for the sippers
It's Tunechi bitch, I do it for the strippers
I do it for the cocaine whippers, yeah
Mula baby
TD on the beat
Mannie on the beat
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Church[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Young Mula, baby

[Verse 1: Euro]
I belong to the world, don't be selfish with me
When I go places with Wayne, you would think Elvis with me
My niggas livin' in Hell, they thinkin' Heaven sent me
When she scream, "Fuck love," I think she meant me
I get in the zone, applyin' pressure
You get the message, only I ain't text ya
Y'all like to gamble with life, you lucky I ain't bet ya
So you survived a few cats, don't let a lion get ya
If I ain't met ya, I ain't ever move ya
If there's a new year then I never knew ya
Look, my junior gon' have a future
And my senior gotta drive a Beamer
I wish my dawgs could turn they felonies to misdemeanors
Ayy, 'cause I met a girl with features out in Italy
Wish they had seen her
Shoulda took a picture, I packed condoms
I shoulda packed a book with scriptures
Put me in the Rock Hall of Fame with all the suicidal niggas, iconic figures
If rivals come for us, then they comin' with us
Tell 'em, "Run, Forrest," run for the fame, runnin' with us
What's one life to a hunnid killas?
All you heard was loud sirens and lighter flickers
[Verse 2: HoodyBaby]
I made a mill' right after breakfast, that's a power lunch
I fuck your bitch for 'bout a hour, that's a power fuck
I fuck your bitch up in the shower, that's a shower fuck
I fuck your bitch and now she pregnant, shit, we outta luck
HoodyBaby, Master P's 'boutta 'boutta buck
I been slackin', Major Bass, I could battle up
Picture me somewhere tropic, prolly mad as fuck
But I'm cool, body language break the barrier
Broken bitches wishin' that I fix her up and carry her
I was out in Italy, Roman like my carrier
I done lost hoes, turned around, I done lost bros
I just got ghost, hit a nigga with the Death Star

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
Dear Heavenly Father, is there a church in the wild?
For the fugitives that I harbor
Yeah, we move like a mile, my op'll send out the orders
Got some people in Texas, their crib is right by the border
Place your order for cola, ain't talkin' pop like soda
Vacuum seal all the packages, tryna drown out the odor
No weapons formed against me shall prosper
The streets praise us like gospel
So we move and we roam like them Italian mobsters
Practice the code of silence, omérta
So ain't no talkin', we lurkin'
Find the strip where you workin'
Closed curtains, fear no man but God
Now they callin' me Lord
I pray on the sinners when bald palms touchin' like an applause
Synagogue is like the Pentagon, arms cover my flaws
Quiet storm but lion-hearted, I wake up with a roar
Call me the clean up, man, I sweep shit up like a chore
Then sweep your chick off her feet, put her in my stable of whores
Mentally stable, not sure, screws loose, shake to the floor
Breakin' records on the radio while breakin' the law
I keep my faith in the Lord, one day I'll make it to Forbes
[?] them thieves is comin', and what we takin' is yours
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Look, I'm not worthy of your controversy
I'm not thirsty, baby, I'm allergic
Giddy up, dick ridin', swervin'
Yeehaw, that's Kentucky Derby
I remember lyin' on the gurney
Thinkin' how I'ma die early
Never thought that I'd see thirty
Oh, the journey, had to fuckin' earn it
I go back in time when I was flirtin'
That time that I was flirtin' with uncertain
Never thought I'd be surrounded by
Housekeepers, chauffeurs, chefs and servants
Diamonds screamin', "Oh my lovely God"
Sippin' syrup, watchin' out for serpents
Touch my surface, then it's closed curtains
Oh my God, you're meetin' God in person
Oh my God, I want the squad alerted
And I come from it, they hop up like Kermit
Corner turnin' with marijuana burnin'
In the trunk, you squirmin', now here come to sermons
Oh my God, every thot a burden
I ain't worry, got her ridin' dirty
Trap house poppin' like it's Pee Wee Herman's
The plug alerted, now the socket workin'
Other niggas catchin' power surges
I'm determined just like my attorney
You other niggas, you ain't got attorneys
Order new trap house, I buy it furnished
I been listenin', listenin' to the money
It been tellin', tellin' me, "It's comin'"
Soundin' like music to my ears
Soundin' like a symphony of hundreds
Grandma always said that I'd be special
Mama always said that I'd be somethin'
I had to make sure that they wasn't guessin'
So I made the most out of they assumptions
Bein' careful 'round my pistol
Nigga all up in a bimbo
Bein' everything but simple
Got my deal without a demo, Tunechi
[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
So much fire, more fire
Let's get it, No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Grew Up a Screw Up[Hook - Notorious B.I.G.]
Grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, to the game
And fuckin' blew up

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I blew up before I grew up
Got introduced to the game
Now I'm at they head like crew cuts
Suit up and lace your boots up, it's war time
It's Weezy baby, no crying, no lying
These motherfuckers is slippin', they better hold on
They trippin' like Cedric and Solange
I flow like I'm headless, no mind
I can say don't rhyme and it's gonna rhyme
I'm so fresh, I should be smacked like Dee Barnes
And you get smacked like a baseball by B. Bonds
I'm to the point, I could kill a nigga with three lines
Watch this
With, three, lines
We got that Tussin and blunts is dipped three times
We light them motherfuckers up and get tree high
And in the game I'm manning up like Eli
R.I.P B.I

[Hook]
[Interlude - Lil Wayne]
Believe that
I say, I say believe that
I got my nigga Tity Boi
Duffle bag boss
Yessir
(Weezy whats happenin')

[Verse 2 - 2 Chainz]
Gucci belt, Gucci glasses
Four door coupe and the roof no magic
Voila
So don't worry 'bout my other profession
Cause it, I send shots in the other direction
The old me the Rollie, the new me the ruby
Jacuzzi, the movies
The groupies, the two pieces
And all the animals that dearly departed
Know that my mink game is really retarted
I pumped a few packs, caught a few charges
Made a few stacks and drove a few carses
I go to the mall and buy a few closets
The rap Fernando Vargas
Got my hand on my strap
Aimed at my target
Duffle bag boy in some high-top Pradas
Get it, straight killin em'
I push weight and move pack
Duffle bag boys in the front
Young Money in the back
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Forever[Intro: Lil Wayne, Sample, & Cam'ron]
Let's do it!
Forever
And that I will
Yes
Gotta get 'em
Fee!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Straight-up gangsta, Hollygrove gangsta
Lay a nigga down in pink stuff
Them soft-ass dudes just think tough
We shooting—put them shanks up
We tryna live to summer and put them minks up
I'm synced up in the coupe, the eyes Chinked up
Pull up on a bitch at the light—that night, linked up
Whole lotta shit in the life of a young boss
Bet that VVS ice will bite your face off
Yeah, I ignite and take off—now, catch up
I'm the best doing it—c'mon, niggas, 'fess up
Nigga feel different, he could chess up, and guess what?
I bring it to his chest—to his right lung and left lung
Nigga get a checkup, nigga, put your check up
I swear, I'm on fire, need water like a hiccup
So I guess I might as well could say that
I'm the best today, and...
[Break: Sample]
Forever
Forever

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, candy paint! T, I'm riding in a peppermint
Even my leather got leather trim
I'm on another element
I keep somethin' in the trunk like a elephant
Bet you remember it, like a elephant
I got this rap bottled up like medicine
Who's better than...? Fuck him!
I probably fucked her—ehh, what's new?
And if you hatin' on us, yeah, fuck you
And if them bitches wanna fuck us, we wan' fuck too
What a coincidence
And we cause accidents, not incidents
I am big shit, they're eensy-wens'
They're not even a letter in my sentences
Sitting in my coupe on 20-inch
So it's like I'm fencing, bitch, I will stunt...
Forever
So stop being defensive, bitch
I'm relentless, bitch, I'm in this shit...
Forever
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Love You Fuck You[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I love you, I hate you and that's why I love her
Nasty by nature, a natural woman
Graphic but graceful, but sassy, but humble
That cat and that face and that ass and them bubbles
She rattle my snake but I bury my shovel
I carry my weight and went tatted my muscle
She act like she’s brazy, I act like I'm dumbo
It's all rice and gravy, it’s all bread and butter (MonstaBeatz)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And sometimes you remind me of my ex
And sometimes you remind me why I left
And sometimes I call you my queen and I watch the throne
Sometimes you call and I just watch the phone, I don't know
That's why I wonder, I wonder how many stars you done seen
While we fucking, while we fucking, yeah
I wonder how many calls you done screened
While we fucking and didn't say nothing
I don't know whether to love you or fuck you
Love you or fuck you, love you or fuck you
Girl, I don't know whether to love you or fuck you
Kiss you or cuss you, trick you or trust you
Girl, I don't know, I don't know, look
I’ve been here, I’ve been waiting on you, yeah
Waiting on you,  on you yeah
See what time it is, time to make your move, ooh
[Verse: Jessie Reyez]
You should have your phone unlocked if you really love me
Throw that bitch a block if she was really nothing
Would I go through your phone locked?
So now I'm deep in my emotions
’Cause I saw her shoot her shot, and you replied with some emojis
I don't need a friendly motherfucker for a boyfriend
Who forget about me when he's drinking with the broskis
I just want a family man, RIP Kobe
Someone I can bend with, someone that'll hold me and love me
OD, OD, OD
Nine games, we can go to OT
KO if I fuck your homies
Careful if you really love me
Better block those shots like you’re a goalie

[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Jessie Reyez & Both]
I wonder how many stars you done seen
While we fucking, while we fucking, yeah
I wonder how many calls you done screened
While we fucking and didn't say nothing
Yeah, and sometimes you remind me of my ex
Sometimes you remind me why I left
Sometimes I call you my queen and I watch the throne
Sometimes you call and I just watch the phone
I don't know whether to love you or fuck you
Love you or fuck you, love you or fuck you
Girl, I don't know whether to love you or fuck you
Rub you or touch you, hug you or cuddle
Girl, I don't know, I don't know, look
I've been here, I've been waiting on you, yeah
Waiting on you, on you, yeah
See what time it is, time to make your move, ooh
No cap
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I love you, I hate you and that's why I love you
Nasty by nature, a natural woman
Graphic but graceful, but sassy, but humble
That cat and that face and that ass and them bubbles
She rattle my snake but I bury my shovel
I carry my weight and went tatted my muscle
She act like she's brazy, I act like I'm dumbo
It's all rice and gravy, it's all bread and butter1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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2 Diamonds[Intro]
Girl, you know...
Girl, you know I fuckin' love you
That’s on God, on his son too
But you be actin' like it's untrue
But you be actin’—cut!

[Pre-Chorus]
Girl, you know I fuckin' love you
So why you actin' like it's just you?
Girl, you know we never rumble
But don't make me get someone to jump you
'Cause you be actin'
Actin' funny when your hair fixed
Actin’ funny, I ain’t laughin'
Get your pussy, not your ass kissed

[Chorus]
Ooh, but my pool so big, got a yacht in it
And the yacht so big, got a pool on it
But the house empty when you not in it
When I look up at the ceilin’, see the roof fallin'
My world so big but it stop spinnin'
My tears so big, it's a tsunami
Her pussy so good, got me short winded
So bad to me, so good for me
Pool so big, got a yacht in it
Yacht so big, got a pool on it
This house is not a home when you not in it
Got a new bitch with me, shе just spot fillin’
World so big but it stop spinnin'
Tears so big it's a tsunami
Pussy so tight, I get locked in it
Lеave the lights on, we look like two diamonds, yeah
[Verse]
But we don't even talk no more (No)
We run outta words to say
We don't even joke no more
We run outta games to play
We don't make love no more
And when we do, it's not the same way
It's not the same way

[Pre-Chorus]
Girl, you know I fuckin' love you
On God, on his son too
You be actin' like it's untrue
You be actin', cut
Girl, you know I fuckin' love you
Why you actin' like it's just you?
Don't make me get someone to come through
Tie you up and make 'em fuck you, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Actin' funny when your hair fixed
Actin' funny, I ain't laugh, bitch
You, get your pussy, not your ass kissed, oh

[Chorus]
Pool so big, got a yacht in it
Yacht so big, got a pool on it
House empty when you not in it
Look up at the ceilin', see the roof fallin'
My world so big but it stop spinnin'
Ask her what it is, she say, "You callin'"
Pussy so good, I get short winded
So bad to me, so good for me
Pool so big, got a yacht in it
Yacht so big, got a pool on it
House not a home when you're not in it
Got a new bitch with me, she just spot fillin'
World so big but it stop spinnin'
Tears so big like a tsunami
Sweet as moonshine, got the moon shinin'
Leave the lights on, we like two diamonds, yeah
[Outro]
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Afro[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Three, uh

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I'm bout to shoot at a nigga, no layup
I pull up and step back and I get my J up, yea
Point-blank, I shoot at a nigga
Or shoot at her nigga from far like I'm Trae Young
Shoot at a nigga, no airball, ooh
Shoot at a nigga, no backboard
I break a full court press up at half-court
That's no cap like an afro

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
I swing that stick like Wayne Gretzky
I keep a K on me like I'm Coach K, Mike Krzyzewski
Hope you set tripping, then I gotta send shots
Get your whole set shot, quiet on the set bitch
Shoot at a nigga, no bank shot
Check the game clock, nigga, time is too precious
I shoot at a nigga, no rebound
Shoot the whole team down, rookies and veterans
She give me face time, no texting
She give me face through the zipper, bow
Open face, Tunechi got shooters like Golden State
Shoot at a nigga, no dribble, no handle
Shoot at a nigga, no dribble, no travel
Shoot at a nigga, no Euro-step
Still have my dribble, ain't using my pivot yet
Aim at his rim, and I hit the net
Shoot at the cheerleaders, blood on the pom-poms
Shoot your coach up, shoot the sidelines
Court side seats, get blood on the popcorn
Shoot you like Jordan, like Bron-Bron
Shoot at a nigga like Harden from the outside
Nigga can't guard, can't block mine
Shoot at a nigga, going hard from the foul line
He don't call, it's a hotline
Shoot at a nigga, no double-dribble
Shoot at a nigga, no crossover
Driveway looking like a toy store
I'ma ball, I'ma never turn the ball over
I'ma shoot at a nigga, on Mula
Pull up with two hundred guns, it's a shootout
Shoot at a nigga, no hooping, no hoopla
Tunechi, lil nigga, No Ceilings, no rooftop
I'm 'bout to spray at that nigga, no drizzle
Get down and lay down lil nigga, no pillow
I light up a J on a nigga, no Leno
I'm slime everyday on a nigga, no schedule
All  ofthese lil' niggas claiming they killas
Just holding up guns, taking pictures in the mirror
Pop me a seal, I pour a line and reseal it
Then I laugh at these niggas
Don't they look like my children?
Giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle
She lick it right after I bust—that shit tickle
She swallow a shot glass of nut like tequila
She like to talk when she fuck, I couldn't hear her
She like to walk on my rug, it's chinchilla
She wan' fuck on my rug, I say, "Bitch, that's chinchilla"
She like to masturbate while on her period
Then suck her finger, I swear she the weirdest
My trigger finger, that's all with my blood
Used to party with bloods, now Hollywood drugs
Got bitches on drugs in the car waiting for us
Waiting on there to fuck and then all day we fucking
And all night we bucking, all white, the cups in it
Cocaine is soft, all white deluxe
And his head might come off and you might see his guts
And it might make you barf and the memory blush
Run it, run it
I can't keep up 'cause I might be on blow
And I might be on rush, yeah, I might be on slow
'Cause I might be on codeine and promethazine
This ain't minor league bruh, I need ice in my punchy
Put ice on my nuts, that be icy as fuck
I'll be icy icy, very pricey
I be so lit up they call me "Chris Lighty"
You could get lit up just for some enlightment
Fuck the indictments
I fuck the crystal and I fuck the diamond
I fuck some swimmers, and I fuck some divers
Never been fishy, but I fuck the Pisces
I fuck the simple and I fuck the silent
I fuck the gentle and I fuck the kindly
I fuck the physical, I fuck the violent
Then I fuck the mental and I fuck the body
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I'm bout to shoot at a nigga, no layup
I pull up and step back and I get my J up, yeah
Point blank I shoot at a nigga
Or shoot at her nigga from far like I'm Trae Young
Shoot at a nigga, no airball, ooh
Shoot at a nigga, no backboard
I break a full court press up at half-court
That's no cap like an afro, ooh

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
Ayo, check this out, this is DJ Khaled
And I want to give a big shoutout to Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 3
But I want the people to know, Part 2 is coming soon
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Siri[Intro]
Mike WiLL Made-It!
Ear Drummers

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust these bitches
Haters praying for my downfall, at least they're religious
People in Hell, they want rainfall, your bitch just want these digits
I feel like I'm on her payroll how she pay my ass a visit
We put both iPhones on silent, both iPhones on silent
I only answer for my niggas, careful with that dialogue
Man, my house ain't got no house phone
My flip phone is a chip phone
Got a prepaid and that bitch on, but still, I use my bitch phone
'Cause I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust my SIM card
I got Siri talkin' dirty to me, tryna make my dick hard
I got Tunechi on my ringtonе, my children on my home screen
I choke you with thе phone charger
Sold more crack than my phone screen, let's go
Fur floor mats, I'm bare feet, nigga
100K a week, that's a bad week, nigga
I can sell dogs to a cat freak, nigga
Sell monkey bars to a chimpanzee, nigga
But you never know what you never know
Nigga sell you coke and it wasn't coke
Hang 'em off the building and let 'em go
That's how you make a statement that they should quote
I seen death around the corner
And I lived right by the corner store
I'm a hot boy, I'll burn your hand
I'm a real life Untouchable
I run the show, I run the show
Sell anything but my soul
And I'm prayin' that the only cuffs
That touch my wrist come with button holes, for real
Smokin' on the good
Killin' these hoes like Blair Underwood
Rest in peace to my daddy Rabbit, I swear to his lucky foot
Ever since he died of jealousy, I've been looking for a cure
You see, my daddy had that work, now they watch his son get to it
And just like he ran them streets, I run with bulls
If niggas buyin' I throw out some numbers to 'em
Numbers soundin' yummy to 'em
You need more, just call my ho, I gave her phone number to 'em
'Cause you know
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
Pull up in that thing with Stunna, paint it period red
Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid
Let's go

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I can't trust my iPhone (Nope), .44 on my thighbone (Huh)
You can have the eye of the tiger
I'm the one the tiger better have his eye on, okay
Fussin' with my redbone (Bitch), hang up when my high gone (Why)
Ball 'til I fall, and when I do, them hoes gon' pile on, uh
Assault rifle, now mouth off
Some niggas make it all the way to the top and ball too hard then bounce off
Like my homeboy, let his bitch cook the work and it came out wrong
Almost beat that ho to death, I had to call my plug and vouch for him
'Cause I ain't even got an ounce for 'em
I keep running out on 'em
Everybody gotta eat, just try not to leave the mouse crumbs
.223 right here, this to keep the whole house warm
Then I skate by one of my hoes house, girl, I gotta use your house phone
'Cause she know I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
I can't trust that Samsung, I think Sam the feds
Cocaine, pour the twenty-eight gram buffet
Turn your block into a police ambulance parade, let's go
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz]
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds (Woo)
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up in that thing with Stunna (Yeah), interior red (Tell 'em)
Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid, let's go, yeah (2 Chainz, boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne, 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
Hello? (Hello?)
Most of my niggas from the ghetto (Ghetto)
Through the concrete grew a rose (Grew a rose)
Petals smellin' like gun metal (Bah)
Smoke a joint the size of a limo (Yeah)
My girlfriend wearin' stilettos (Yeah)
My wife don't like when I call my girlfriend my girlfriend
She think she's special (Tru)
I whippin' and flippin' the extras (Woo, extra)
Fucked that bitch off a text message (Damn)
You know what it is when you fuck with the kid
I got medicine all in my beverage (Lean)
Look at your watch, it say my time (My time)
They callin' my phone like a hotline (Hotline)
I'm about to switch this shit up (Shit up)
Got a metro for my thot line (Woo)
Got to crip walk on the outside (Yeah)
Whip the same color apartheid (Yeah)
On the phone kickin', pimpin'
You know I surround that bitch out like a chalk line
Ooh, Siri backwards spell Iris
I ring, iPhone don't work on this island (True)
AK smilin' as I pose for a threat
All these bad hoes in here, we need a pole in this bitch
If they're quick to pick her up, I cut that bitch like a machete
I might overdose on shrimp scampi in Italy, I'm like
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz]
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
Pull up in that thing with Stunna, interior red
Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid, let's go, yeah
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
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Moment of Clarity Freestyle[Verse 1 : Lil Wayne]

Fix, Nigga

Change mind sporadically, same time compatibly
Wayne Carter, graduate, bang bang academy
Change my reality, thank God for grabbin' me
Sort of like him, cause they can't stop the wrath of me
But, Hell have no fury, Neither I
I would walk up in the Devil's Kitchen, eat a pie
Greedy eye, never full, getting fat
And bitch I got an itch, so don't let me catch you with the scra-scra-
Scratch y'all niggas off the face of the Earth
Even Mase came back for the money outta church
So with that on my mission for that money, I'mma work
My divine intervention might be in that woman's purse
Tryna find a better system, but I'm running out of perks
Baby daughter tummy irks, then daddy heart hurts
So daddy pop at 'em until they heart burst
For my baby girl candy I make her starburst
9/11 was a fucking shame, I done saw worse like
What if that bullet would have hit my heart first
Life, would it be different, I be still fuckin' 'round with death
Cause I got shot after that, and after that I grab the empty case
And then tried to throw that bitch back at they faces, Cita I made it
My nigga Real was on the ground like "naw", I got up and looked around, and grabbed the spot like "ahhh..."
I"m hard to kill, hardy har, cut the music back up and keep the party goin'
Fuck 'em, and I don't need no crease, I'm a motherfucking gangster off Eagle Street
I don't need the Hot Boys, I still keep my heat
And I ain't gotta squad up, I still keep my feet
They call me Michelangelo, you paint them so street
But you remove that wallpaper, bet that sheet-rock weak, (haha)
And you and I know what's goin' on, you probably riding to a different song
I'm probably riding on some different chrome, I'm probably high in a different zone
But when I'm off, we can get it on
I take no days off catch that shit for my friend
I clock out when I punch in, I'm shootin
Reel you ain't gotta block out, it's goin' in 'em
Them rats stop hatin' on the snake, the boy venom
The cat like Payton for the Lakers gon' win 'em
I'm certified stamp, I'm a champion
Like Buju Banton, I shoot you nine times like you was Fifty
But you won't be as likely as Fifty, I light me some Piffy
Light hella bright on the Infi, like what nigga, like me or lift me
I don't duck I be right in the city, for them bucks
I take me a flight, and come and get right, right in ya city
Yup, I'm just like Diddy, and nothing like Puff yeah
I'm something like city, he something like Young Wizzy
My Nike's is spiffy, I'm hardly a Gotti
I'm slightly a Nitti, all of a Carter
Bitch niggas never bitch me, bum niggas never ditch me
Shit I gotta get me, man I'm raw, slip me
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
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You (feat. Lloyd)[Lil Wayne]

Its major move right here baby
You gotta get wit it or get lost
(Ya understand?)

[Lloyd]
(Yea)
Its Young Lloyd
Reporting live from Atlanta, Georgia (Weezy F Baby)
Decatur where its GREAT
And uh I want all my sexy ladies to report to the dancefloor immediately
We gon go head and glide dis one ya'll
Speak Weezy

[Lil Wayne]
(Yea)
Right off the back ma tha boy got dollars
So women come frequent like flight mileage
It ain't no secret (I) I might holla
But I ain't gon sweat ya baby
Imma let ya
Catch up wit ya game
Run faster
Dont let em lose ya cause I ain't gon bless ya
Unless ya
Feel a lil desperate
Send a nigga a text message girl
[Lloyd]
Stop!...wait a minute
Da way you move dat girl you done got my heart all in it
And I just wanna be with you tonite (girl please)
Imma playa dat is true
But I change da game for you
Lets see wat it do

[Hook - Lloyd]
Can I be ya friend?
Dis is how I feel
Im in need of love
So lets dip up out of here
Ooohh ya just my type
Everythings so right
I just wanna chill
Lets dip up out of here
(Lets dip up out of here)

[Chorus - Lloyd]
I ha ha haaaa haaaaa
(She's fine too but I want you)
I ha ha ha haaaa haaaaa
(She's fine too but I want you)

[Lloyd]
((I) I admit it)
Dis just ain't no game these just ain't words
(Dat Im spittin)
If you could see tha thoughts dats in my head (Dats in my head)
(Im trippin)
Imma playa dat is true
But I change da game for youuu
Lets see wat it do (Oooooh)
[Hook - Lloyd]
Can I be ya friend?
Dis is how I feel
Im in need of love
So lets dip up out of here
Ooohh ya just my type

Everythings so right (so right)
I just wanna chill
Lets dip up out of here
(Lets dip up out of here)

[Chorus - Lloyd]
I ha ha haaaa haaaaa
(She's fine too but I want you)
I ha ha ha haaaa haaaaa
(She's fine too but I want you)

[Lil Wayne]
(Yeah)
Weezy F baby da key to da ladies
Keys to tha safe so please say da baby
Weed and patron even in tha a.m
We should be alone we can get a day in
Ya like wat Im sayin?
Den come around tha way and
We can go inside and stay in
Tell da homeboy ya stayin
You've been taken
Gone
Turn me on and Imma turn him out
You kno I love you like good food
You kno you fuckin wit a good dude
You kno you give good brain like you graduated from a good school
You kno Imma good move
You should do (me)
See...shawty wat it is?
Da Carter who it is
Now shawty do it big
A party at my crib
Dats a party in da hillz
You call it wat you want
But she can call it wat she feel
(Ooowwww!!!)
[Hook - Lloyd]
Can I be ya friend?
Dis is how I feel
Im in need of love
So lets dip up out of here
Ooohh ya just my type
Everythings so right (so right)
I just wanna chill
Lets dip up out of here
(Lets dip up out of here)

[Chorus - Lloyd]
I ha ha haaaa haaaaa
(She's fine too but I want you)
I ha ha ha haaaa haaaaa
(She's fine too but I want you)

[Lil Wayne]
I ain't nuttin but a nonviolent nigga (yaknowatimean?)
Me & lil' Lloyd long hair dont care
Yo wattup Ryan I see you baby
(Yea)
Its major move right here baby
I ain't talkin fast its just you listenin' slow (yaknowatimean?)
You ain't tryna hear me den dont heard me
Im up outta hear
I ain't bein mean but you so mean in dem jeans (yaknowatimean?)
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Poppin Them Bottles[Hook]
Now ever since I could remember I been poppin them bottles
Pop, poppin them bottles, pop, poppin them bottles
Now ever since I could remember I been smokin that dro
With my motherfucking pistol in my hand

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
When it comes to the bread, I got the keys to the bakery
These niggas out here trippin, sellin ki's to them agencies
My bitch keep saying that the judge got a date for me
I tell the silly bitch and ya honor, they can wait for me
I'm gone in the coupe with the roof steady chasing me
Shine so hard like the fucking sun facing me, basically
Take it how you take it, I be making you be hating me
Loving me but hating me, ho you got to pay for me
Riding in the big boys, sitting on them grown folks
Every time I park, it's a motherfucking car show
I guess I'm the number one Lakers fan
Yellow bottle, yellow bottle, purple bag, purple bag

[Hook]
Now ever since I could remember I been poppin them bottles
Pop, poppin them bottles, pop, poppin them bottles
Now ever since I could remember I been smokin that dro
With my motherfucking pistol in my hand
Now ever since I could remember I been poppin them bottles
Pop, poppin them bottles, pop, poppin them bottles
Now ever since I could remember I been smokin that dro
With my motherfucking pistol in my hand
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Well they know me as the Curren$y, but some call me the Hot Spitta
Sittin in the Chevy on three wheels like a tricycle
Always been a fly nigga since I was a little one
Bottle pop like the NBA finals is what we won
I puff a lot of blunts with my nigga Weezy B
One night I was so high I thought that I forgot how to read
Young Money flyboys, mami, we the different breed
Throwing parties at secret locations somewhere on the beach
We off in Prive, Patron shots for the models
And send a bottle of that Cris' up to the DJ
I live by these rules, only money over bitches
And it been like that ever since I could remember

[Hook]
Now ever since I could remember I been poppin them bottles
Pop, poppin them bottles, pop, poppin them bottles
Now ever since I could remember I been smokin that dro
With my motherfucking pistol in my handNow ever since I could remember I been poppin them bottles
Pop, poppin them bottles, pop, poppin them bottles
Now ever since I could remember I been smokin that dro
With my motherfucking pistol in my hand

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
I just copped me some purp, I'm bout to open up
I put my heart in my prices, see I'mma show you love
See I front you an ounce to get you started clown
And you ain't got to go to Mickie D's for quarter pounds
I be in A-Town, livin' la vida la loca
Throwin that money on chichas, spendin' a stack up in Strokers
Yes I'm an animal, to be frank I'm a dog
If it's that time of the month, baby girl I need some skull
Some mouth and lip service, that'd be perfect
You saw the rims on the Benz and you got nervous
But I'm a G, yep, I pop my collar, hop in Impalas
Ride for the dollars, hit the club, go straight to the bar, and pop my bottles
[Hook]
Now ever since I could remember I been poppin them bottles
Pop, poppin them bottles, pop, poppin them bottles
Now ever since I could remember I been smokin that dro
With my motherfucking pistol in my hand4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Da Da Da[Verse 1]
Damn it (Damn, girl)
You know you got it going on
You can see by the way that she walking
You so fine that your body need a bodyguard
Well I could be your Bobby
Or your only tendaroni
Let me beam you up like Scotty
I got Whitney just enough for
Everybody in this party girl

[Chorus]
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, yeah
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I know you want me
Yeah, give me that monkey
Yeah, that funky monkey
Yeah, that funky monkey
Bass

[Chorus]
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
You know, you know
You know, you know
[Verse 3]
Yo', I’m in like flint, Benjamin Franklin my twin
Yeah, if she can't swim, I gotcha girl sinking in my Benz
Backstroke, backstroke, like Michael Phelps with my backstroke
Break her off 'til her back broke, I leave her numb like crack-coke
Then I get to the money, Monday through Sunday
Ain't she sweet like Honey Dew honey
Menage A, watch Honey do Honey and then they do me and I'm glad they done it
Yeah, I'm wit' D-R-E
The nigga that make beats with the nigga C-O-O-L, Cool
We so motherfuckin' cool-er than you (Than you)

[Chorus]
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Bass

[Verse 4]
Damn it (Damn, girl)
Hey, you know you got it going on
You can see by the way that she walking
You so fine that your body need a bodyguard
But I'm your Kevin Costner
And I will be the boss, girl
I'll pull up a bike, 'cause shawty out of sight
And I just wanna watch her
[Chorus]
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, yeah
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
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Whip It Like a Slave[Hook:]
Wake up in the morning take a shit shower shave
Stand over the stove and whip it like a slave
I whip it like a slave
Whip it like a slave
Stand over the stove and then I whip it like a slave
[Repeat]

[Verse 1 - Boo Rossini:]
B double O, Ohhhhh
In that coupe like don't whip me no more
Look how I whip it ohhhh, called child abuse
Let 'em out the cage, grilled chick filets
Pyrex looking like a glass of lemonade
Snow white, no dwarfs, just snow flakes
Stainless steel stove match the microwave
Metallic lambo, inside suede
Program to get it, I run off double A's
I whip it like I
I whip it like I
I whip it like Joe Jackson used to whip Mike
I whip it like Penny got it on Good Times
Sunrise cook them yams up sunny side

[Bridge:]
Whip it like a slave
Whip it like a slave
Stand over the stove and whip it like a slave
[Boo Rossini:]
I'm talking 36 ounces
Treat 'em like Chris Brown
Enough bricks I can build a townhouse

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Okay new day new yay
Then I whip it like Kunta Kinte
I'm talking sugar talking dough like a beignet
I take a brick karate chop it like a sensei
Haha, I does it the YM way
A bunch of drugs, bunch of money, bunch of templates
Bunch of ice, bunch of guns, bunch of switchblades
Fuck with my bunch of bunch of niggas up in his face
Check my pockets more money than lint
Check my kitchen every spoon in there bent
Check my dishes residue like a bitch
Big boy weight my residue like half a brick

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne:]
I'm talking 36 ounces
Building snow mountains
More bricks than 24 houses
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First Place Winner[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Am I the best? Yes
Am I the best? Yes
I'm a first place winner, first place winner
I'm a first place winner, first place winner
I ain't never been scared to get-get-get no get no money
I ain't never been scared to g-g-get no get no money
I ain't never been scared to get-get-get no get no money
I ain't never been scared to get no money money money...
[Repeat]

[Lil Wayne talking over Swizz]
Hahaha, Young Money baby!
Ay! Just because I just said Young Money
I just made this song a whole lot better
Doesn't money make everything better?
Fuck it, yeah Young Money, Cash Money
Young Money, Cash Money, Young Money, Cash.. Money..
Big money, beyotch!! hehe
I know they tired of me
Cause I'm sleeping on them
I ain't never been scared of getting no money bitch!

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
What the fuck I look like?
Fuck my verse nigga Swizz got the hook right
Don't look left baby girl just look right
And you gone see us in more red than Suge Knight
Gangbanger yes, soo-woo gang
And if you ain't wit it then you in the food chain
I'm in that wide body I'mma need two lanes
Blue seats white paint wetter than new rain
It look like a white person, with blue veins
I keep a black Glock, red dot blue flame
Feet hanging out the window jock my shoe game
Cause all my kicks fly, like Liu Kang
Hehe, old playa new game
I'm focused, I'm thinking like I got two brains
I'm in my prime I feel like a new Wayne
How come there is two bitches but ain't no two Waynes?
{*Wayne over Hook*}
Hehe I don't know what they do but I do thangs
This Mr. "Everytime You See Me Got A New Chain"
My flow crazy, I ain't too sane
But I am the shit and they just poop stains
{*Wayne talking*}
Haha! Yeah!
Now all the ladies say, "ooh Wayne.. ooh Wayne"
Hehe alright YEAH! AY!
[Hook: Swizz Beatz] - 2X

[Verse: Boo]
Yeah I grind hard (grind hard) but I shine harder (harder)
My watch stupid (stupid) my chain retarded (-tarded)
CLS-500, the kid Broadus
B double O, still gettin in pimpin
We might got the same car but my rims different
Plus a sexy lil fine bitch come with it
Young Money we the flyest crew (flyest crew)
Rappers we can't see y'all, who are you? (who are you?)
Spit it's your turn jack do what ya do (Currensy)
Mack still spitting like he new and improved (Mack Maine)
Weezy and the Pimp are just shittin on fools
And you know me jack I got work to move (yeah)

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]

[Verse: Curren$y]
Yeah Young Money in the house
Motherfuck anybody else who in the house
My niggas with me so you know it's guns in the house
The cops'll grab a roll of yellow tape and run around your house
Why y'all fuckin with Lil Spitta?
I wasn't doing nothing just laid up chillin
Playing Tony Hawk on the Xbox, burnin incense
Rocking sweat pants and some Jordan number sixes
My check cleared I'm officially a rich nigga
So from this day I'mma smile in all my pictures
Get the champagne from the top shelf
The crib got wings like a jet, one east one west
[Hook: Swizz Beatz]

[Verse: Mack Maine]
Bitch I'm Mack Maaaaaaine
I'm psycho, like no, other motherfucker
And I'm in this bitch hollerin Young Money motherfucker
It's Mack Maine I make my money speak latin
And I'm comfortable like my sheet satin
The kush got me higher than an old hooker's skirt (skirt)
And I never been to culinary school but cook work (cheah)
I'm no sergeant homie so I never cuff a ho
And I hustle for my +Bills+ like I'm from Buffalo
Ya figga deal - but on the really-real
Pause the clock my flow timeless
Say my name and lose your job like you're Don Imus (fuck you)
I'm just a, real nigga, Mack Mizzle
I'm off the hizzle, with two pistols now

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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StilettosThis is a dedication motherfucker
This is Gangsta Grillz you bastards

Nigga we bussin and bussin
To the banga bus
No we don't run for the olympics
But the flame's with us
I got that 'tussin
That scummy and the angel dust
So pick you high I will supply
And correct changes, what's up
We bring the bus in
We bussin, like this thang's for us
You niggas is sleeveless man
You can't hang with us
I got a bitch who speaks spanglish
She keep her bangels danglin'
And the cocaine is right up in her anus
Old Wayne is right up in the spot
Like he's supposed to be!
Got hova at the game
And now he coachin' me!
But I been the champion
Happy as I ever been
Lampin' in the Hamptons like
What the fuck is a hammock?
The chef up in the kitchen like
What the fuck is a sammich?
I'm like we need to find middle ground
We need balance
Challenge me, that'd be to my advantage
I'm outstandin' like standin' outside
Up in the twister and walkin'
Not damaged
Standin' outside up in the blizzard
And walkin' hot handed
Servin' nickle bags in Iraq
Bet I will not panic
Swerve the nickle black if I wreck
Bet I will not panic
Cop another one the next day
And drive it crazier
The seat to be lazier
Shit'll be gravier
Nina Sarafeena my girl, so then I baby her
Waving her at two crazy
Fugazez I'm too brazy
Three brazies deep
We got 380's and P80's
Nice 9's, M10's
M1's and 12 Gauges
Shell casings
Money put up for jail cases
Bail making
My momma say
Tuck your chain son!
They'll take it
I hit her with one of them stale faces
Like, I'll be damned mama
They know who I am mama
I'm still your little boy
But to them I'm the man mama
Fuck with your boy man
Hollygrove the hood nigga
Throw it in your face
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Office MusicHit me,right in the sturnum this time t baby s**t you already know, you already know, you already know just the hustler music young weezy got that mother f***in
Hustler music,to ride to it yo,fly to it yo,Goddamn
Missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one
Ima paint da city red wit dis one
Ima head wit dis one
See u fuckin wit da boys who tote toyz way b4 Christmas
No assisstance (jis) That persistence me. That commitment if- I don't get it somebody gone die tonite-
I kno my vibe is tight- And I deserve da throne - if da kid ain't right- den let me die in his souls
I'll be ridin (jis)
Ridin alone
Wit my daddy on my mind like u gotta be kiddin
How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king
Shall be
So I be who I be
Dats me, dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motherfucking
So I be who I be
Dats me, dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motyherfuckin

[Hook]
Baby u gotta kno dat im just out here doin what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin
So bitch
Y da fuck iz u trippin
I'm takin dese chances
My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge if da money don't move
And I won't budge
Won't budge
No I won't budge no
Nall
[Verse 2:]
Money iz da motivation
Facin da avenue
Back touchin' da wall
Got da weed
Got da gun
Gotta run wen I hear dat bird call (birrr) Dang
Hop in dat thang and merk off
Swerve off
U kno me, dey call me Birdman Jr
Ne body murderer
Birdman sponsor it
Phantom of da operah
All black- clock tent- locked in
I can let dem shots out
U can't get no shots in
Bullet proof
Leave a nigga wit a bullet proof
Shoot ya in ya mouth and call it bullet tooth
I'm like what dey do
What 2 do
Theres a full court
Pressure I'm just going 4 da 2
If I'm open for da three
Ima take it in a second
Even if theres one second and
Ima make it. It's nothin
I don't take it for granted
I don't take it for nothin
I take it for what it is worth to da durf motherfucker
(yea)
[Hook: Repeat 1x]
Baby u gotta kno dat im just out here doin what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin
So bitch
Y da fuck iz u trippin
I'm takin dese chances
My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge if da money don't move
And I won't budge
Won't budge
No I won't budge no
Nall

[Verse 3:]
I ain't neva killed nobody I promise
I promise if u try me
U gone have to rewind dis track and make me go back, dat nigga go dat
Dat boy will lay flat so flat
Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating (black)
Peter pan flies till I die what u sayin
Baden ape, Yves Saint, Evisu iz wat I stand
Got me feelin' like scarface, like da Koheba
Streets reply I look right in da 4 seater
You know I be out here ridin da 4 seater
Top floor of the 4 Seasons four of them whores
And they all know how to cook it up
And look I got some
And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up
See its a cold world so homey bundle up
We ain't on dis grind for nothin
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When I SleepLet you know something about me
I'm a Southern boy! Know what I'm talking about?

[Hook - Ned Cameron]
I remember all the days stuck in December
Caught in the rain, all the pain, having no money come my way
But now I'm making money even when I sleep
Eyes wide awake, but I really need a dream
We hustle, hustle

[Verse 1]
I go by Weezy, baby, so call me "Lil Weezle"
My city is New Orleans, baby, my street is Eagle
And that's my nigga's ?
He like to break a piece
He got the gun, I got the rope, my nigga pick a tree
Ain't talking money, I let the nickel speak
Niggas think I'm cheap, you ain't gon cent to me
The only thing to be: a picture on your shirt
No homo: I put your dick in the dirt
Flip em like a shovel with that wrist work
I stop ya, heard? I keep em coming like clockwork
J cool with the jump, it's an outburst
And we gon' be from South Philly til the South dirt
Baton Rouge, Lafayette or the Outskirts
It's lilWeezyana stay in your house jerk,
This ain't a concert, this ain't a hot verse
This a lot worse, so hear the shot burst:
[Hook - Ned Cameron]

Every hustle, we hustle, hustle - hey!

[Verse 2 - Kid Ink]
Straight from the bottom, now I'm high as a mountain
From the city where you need way more protection than a condom
Had a dream but I'm conscious, see the veins in my sockets
In the sky, wishing I could turn this plane into a rocket
And just leave here, more money but the problems still live here
I feel the pressure from my lil peers
Cause I'm about to blow, Swisher Sweet breathe in
One hit, lose your breath, all I do is (breathe) win
Big fish swimming in the deep end
No present, fuck I'm into pretense
I remember rainfall in the street
Now I'm in the club: watch me make this bitch precipitate
I promised to myself I would be the best
You could say I'm crazy or a mess
Just hand me a wrench
And it's nothing you can tell a ho
Life is just a bitch, I'll forgive her but I'll never forget4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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500 Degreez[Lil Wayne talking]
It's the real shit, yeah
500 Degreez this time biotch
Yes sir, you already know

[Lil Wayne verse 1]
You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps; so fuck rap
Man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack
Bitch niggas where ya hearts at?
Ya'll ain't stuntin' like us
Bitch niggas where ya cars at?
They like, "Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all black?"
I'm about to bring CMR back
And all the lames, we done lost that
And all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil' Weezy to fall back
I'm about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back
"Its Weezy baby!" The ballers back
And the wheels on my car you got all of that
Stop playing, I've been balling jack
You don't want my Glock spraying - I hit all them cats
You don't want my stomach ache - I shit on them cats
I get all them gats - Fresh and B it's all a rap!
If I'm the only Hot Boy what do you call that?

[Hook]
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch what? I'll bust ya ass up
Don't even go there round
Niggas get your cash up
We probably need to clash up
And shit got me 'bout ass up
They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up
It ain't October 31st but we gone mask up - and guess what
And I heard they got a nice chain
And for the right price I'll bust the right brain
And mommy hot cause pull up in that white thang
Yo nigga might be fly but I still get trifling
Riding through the city just me and my friend
Friday night special, professional tight aim
A gangsta is who you hearing
Me in my building with 20 bricks in the ceiling
I'm more real than, I got more scrill than
Got more skill than them there
I'm a Cash Money Millionaire

[Hook]
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
[Lil Wayne]
Baby let me get the keys to the rover
No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover
So I can throw a 500 Degreez platinum party, then the after party
Me and my Squad stomping in this bitch, fuck a Kappa party
Don't go to rapper parties - I'm no rapper man
But when the homies come home we throw a monster jam
And all my people tote chrome - we some monsters man
We gone mob to the promise land
I bought big - I'm a Tymer man
Son of a Stunna - still a girl fuck with a hustler!
Weezy keep it gutter for ya Baby Bubba
Baby blue Mercedes Coupe - Got it bullet proof
Make me shoot my 80 duke at your fucking roof
You're fucking with a big dog, nigga fucking woof
Mr. S-Fucking-Q - I'm the fucking truth
Three stripes, maybe Nikes, lot of ice fucking ooohf!
That's 500 Degreez!

[Hook]
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
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Deep Sleep[Intro]
No, no, staying awake
No, no, staying awake

[Verse 1]
She got a pussy like the Garden of Eden
I tip-toe through the tulips
And I'ma do me, scratch me off my to-do list
I got flies all on my new shit
Loose lips sink the cruise ship
Even gigabyte get their two chip
Havin' a pillow fight with a cute bitch
With a body like a belly dancer
She say you scared of this pussy cat, well if that's a panther
I hope it's pink, I read her mind, yeah I read every chapter
Sit on this dick, feel like you flyin' on a pterodactyl
I ain't got time to play no games
Gimme mind, don't play no games
She say she'll slit me if I'm vain, I said "objection, sustained"
This shouldn't affect my affection
She say she sent from Heaven
That's why all flights were connected
I still use protection, if she's a blessing in disguise
But I swear it's a damn good disguise, because I can't tell
She wish she had me on lock
But there's so many other niggas doin' time
In her brain cells, damn, uh
[Chorus]
No, no, staying awake
Am I sleepin' with the devil?
How the hell should I know
No, no, staying awake

[Verse 2]
Uh, am I sleepin' with the devil?
How the hell should I know
My heart beat echoes 'cause my insides are hallow
If anyone have a towel, wipe the guilt off my face
My high's comin' down like my stilts about to break
She tell shit I never heard when I thought I heard it all
Like you perfect but not flawless but you got the perfect flaws
And what goes around, comes around, out a swirly straw
Then she put that shit on me, I feel like some dirty draws
She say "just don't leave me Wayne, 'cause life is short"
I say "I'm touched but baby, pimpin' ain't a contact sport"
She dyed her hair, I asked her "when's the funeral?"
She laughed and said "you crazy," I said "look who's talking"
And Gisselle may leave her house without makeup and still be pretty
But I wonder if I leave yo' ass, would I still be shitty?
I pour champagne on her, she put cocaine on mine
And we forget everything and six-six-six nine, alright

[Chorus]
No, no, staying awake
How the hell should I know, am I sleepin' with the devil?
How the hell should I know
No, no, staying awake
[Verse 3]
Oh, how well do I know that I'm sleepin' with the devil
Hot pussy loosie, she be goin' at my neck
But I be shot, puttin' loosie, and I sweat when I'm around her
Regret when I'm around her
Ask me "would I die for her?" I say "dead before designer"
'Cause I see through her flames and she see through my snow
She gon' be singin' the blues, hope she could hit them high notes
Pour me a drink of some few and let me spit on this ho
I told that bitch to be cool, like the temperature low
With yo' fine ass, she tell me "gimme some more"
Like high grass but I just trim it and go, I'm on my nigga shit
I call her wifey, she call me a polygamist
And I swear that pussy taste like Devil's Food Cake
Give me a toothache, I feel like fool's gold on April Fool's Day
But I ain't a fool for love 'cause play with love, you get hurt
Play with pussy, get wet, play with fire, get burn, the roof

[Chorus]
No, no, staying awake
Am I sleepin' with the devil? Hell if I know
No, no, staying awake
No, no, staying awake
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Do It AgainHey
I remember da way
We would both say
We be together
Forever and a day
Well I guess dat day
Came sooner den late
Cus now
We're apart and away
And it feels so stray
N.G.E. wouldn't you say
I use to
Call u bay
And u use to obey
And I just wish we could

"do it again" (X3)

Hey
I got my business together
Wish I could get together
But timing is an error
And I
Tell a lie
To you like ever
If I was even ever
Given another chance to
"do it again"

Like I died
And gone to heaven
Climbed inside a treasure
Died inside of pleasure like
Wow
Your smile is but of essence
Your child is so precious
I wish
It was paternally mine
But karma is a message
But I'mma try to test it
And scream for a blessing
So loud
And I hope that you would catch it
And one day you would come fallin
Out of the most highest cloud

Then ill be there to catch you
Yes
Ill be there to let you
Do da things
We didn't do before
Now
Next time we have to stretch it
Do it never forget it
I never forgot
I wish dat we could
"do it again" (X3)

Hey
Im just trynna talk to you
If I could talk to you
Den I would talk
Forever and a day
Yes I remember
So vividly
How we would be
When we lay
And my then blue skies
Were no longer gray
She so brightened up my day
Put it on a scripture
She would be a picture
If perfect had a face
I promise you homie
Dat u would be hungry like me
If you had a taste
I put it on my momma
Cus baby girl is a flower
A flower without a vase
No water needed at all
She continues to grow
More beautiful everyday
And I love her somethin vicious
And im just wishin
We could
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U Gon Love MeI'm so sick I go to the hospital
When I don't get fixed I get nicked by the brain surgeon
If I'm losing ya, sorry I'm just brain surfing
Move in ya mind like a five in the lanes twerk it
But I'm like a six with ya bitch twerk that
I'm on the strip with ya bitch working
And I don't like strippers, I like dyke bitches
That don't like strippers; that, like bitches
Like to fight strippers, Weezy F. Baby
I don't write shit, be on the hype shit
She on that white shit
I ain't talking about cum, put powder on my dick
Then she suck it til she numb, shit
I remember back in the day
When an ounce of coke was four hundred
And them bitches was gay
But now these niggas is gay
And you could probably get an ounce for eight
Shit, if you spend eleven hundred you straight
And now the niggas with money is the niggas that hate
And bitches want a broke nigga cause them bitch niggas fake
But that's why me, and my hooligans debating, ho
Which one of these rich niggas we taking?
I gotta make it, Lil Layla's six now
My little brother J.E. wanna cop bricks now
And little Marley, he just hold his chick down
Get 'em a Benz so he can roll his chick round
I blow big in a 'Lac like a big dawg
I keep that sig in my lap like my dick dawg
Shit make me bust a nut in yo face
Tell ya girlfriend, "Bitch
Wipe the slut off yo face, ho"
Where you from? I'll put you under your state
Then I go and throw a party at Bungalow 8
Yeah I'm something so straight feared I
Knock a nigga right up in his queer eye
I ain't playing nigga this is the year I must excel
Fans sending in cards say you must get well soon
Because I'm sick, so sick sick mean
I be with a cute thing
And she do her lip thing
Well as a matter fact I think you know her well
Everytime I'm with the girl you always blowing up her cell
What, would you stop me and shorty tryna chill, man
Shorty tryna feel on my eel
I shock her like Silk
I Chaka like I'm managing a Ludacris
Handling the uzi like a camera
Choose ya flick, ya strike a pose
We pull up-in Bentley
Niggas on the bikes is hoes
I'm that cold, nigga
I'm that cold. Nigga
Though I'm a hot boy
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Where You At[Hook]
All my niggas if you with me
Where you at? (oh!)
All my soldiers if you with me
Where you at? (oh!)
All my hustlers if you with me
Where you at? (oh!)
Where you at? (oh!)
Where you at? Say (oh!)
Niggas if you with me
Let me hear you say (oh!)
Soldiers if you with me
Let me hear you say (oh!)
Hustlers if you with me
Let me hear you say (oh!)
Say, say (oh!)
Say, say (oh!)

[Verse 1]
Aye (Oh!)
I come and do my thang and hold down my side
Eagle Street man throw my set up high
Weezy we gang 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 lotta 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 fuck with a nigga
'Cuz a nigga might fuck with the trigger
Leave a nigga on the floor
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 floor
Fire spit man Weezy is about to blow
Ya know!
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Aye (oh!)
Pass the pine 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 Jr
I flip them birds man eighteen grand just order
Eighty-five for half and forty-five for quarter
Yeah! Tity baby put it in the air
I'm jumping out this atmosphere
And I'm jumping in your bitch if she had a player
Jumping in the painted thing on them dang-a-dangs
You see the arm when I pass nigga bang-a-lang
You now I'm armed we can mash man it ain't a thing
You know I'm calm but I'm a gorilla ain't a game
I got a banana clip for all you orangutans
Let's bang!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Aye (oh!)
It's young Weezy can't none see me dawg
I get you done easy with one easy phone call
And the sawed-off make your arms fall off
Like a short sleeved polo, won't bother me no more
Ice like strobe light, look like I'm moving slow mo'
Ferrari look nice on low pro Yokohomas
With '20 inch chromes poking out 'em
Chrissy till the dome tote the ganja
Red-bone in the shower
Hello! Pocahontas give a long stroke poke for hours
Floating vagina hoe, I'mma holla
Sold coke in the '90s,  I'm honest man
Nothing big maybe ounces, grams
But I know how to double, and sometimes it's scams
But I know to hustle, and some Glocks'll jam
But I know how to bust 'em, and some drops'll slam
All alloy buttons that's all stunting
That boy's something
Yeah!
[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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All Alone[Intro]
Listen up, Princess

[Verse 1]
I wake up in the morning
Take a knee and thank God
Then go to the mirror, look myself in the eye
Today I didn't wake up with a woman on my side
Yesterday I didn't wake up with a woman on my side
Neither the day before that, nor before that
I just remember the moments, call me Kodak
And know that I do miss ya
But it's your denial that I must hold against ya
Since you've been gone, I've been all alone
But alone is steroids, cuz it made me strong
Girl, hurr gone in the wind
You cheated on God's son
Baby girl, that's a sin
But I forgive you
But I can't give you
Another chance, ma, you're in my rear-view
And I put that ring on your finger
I was all in
But now it's just a symbol of what could've been
Goddamn
[Bridge]
And now I'm by myself, but (I like it)
Damn, she left me all by myself, but (I like it)

[Verse 2]
Yo, I love my niggas; no homo
I swear I hope all get cheese like Digiorno
It's something 'bout the Hot Boyz that you don't know
I gotta love for em that I don't show
And B.G. been my nigga since the front door
I hope Chopper City Records blow
Fa sho'
And me and Juve never really got along
But you still would let yo nigga come get on yo hottest song
Damn, I fuck wit ya for that
I fuck with ya Lil Wack
And me and Skip go back (Skip, whattup!)
When you see a real nigga, you gotta tip yo hat
And since I'm a real nigga, I do just that
I had my own lawyer working on Turk's case
After I heard him dissin me on the mixtape
Cause he's locked up, and I'm free
He got a lot more to worry about than me
I ain't trippin

[Outro]
Y'all niggas left me by myself, but I can't front (I like it)
And so, now
I've become the President of the spot y'all left me at
A lot has changed, but, I can't font (I like it)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Walk It Out (Remix)[Intro]
Haha
Drought 3
Yessir!
Hahaha
Look

[Verse 1]
I bought it out like Stunna
I hope when we kiss, we make you sick to your stomach
Stuntin' like my daddy, and your mama eat rubbers
I bet that I can do the mouth-to-mouth with your woman
My house is a dungeon
Yellow diamond ring looking like a little Funyun
Stand on my toes, you can call me "Paul Bunyan"
Switching up my flows like a nigga do construction
The microphone wet 'cause my words like seduction
And when we on the jet, you don't come up in the discussion
And if you say you balling, we probably don't trust you
And I know plenty freaky hoes that probably won't fuck you
Even if you pay 'em, boy, they probably won't fuck you
Only if I say that she can touch you, like Busta
But she might cut you, and burn you, like Usher
Me and my clique be in red, like Russia
I shit these rappers out, and sometimes, I forget to flush you
Grandaddy purp or bubble kush-crusher
Explode in a bitch mouth like a Gusher
Cash Money, Young Money, check the production
I am just a Martian, get prepared for abduction
[Break]
Hahahaha
Hehehe
Hahahaha

[Verse 2]
Um, I walk it out, like crutches
Two girls jump me, like double-dutches
My nigga T-Streets know a girl named Duchess
And every time he see her in the street, she be cussing
I told him he should wave the black flag 'cause she bugging
He said, "The pussy good," he said, "You dig?" So I dug him
I'm looking for a real bad bitch with a husband
I'll give her much dick and a whole lot of nothing
I'm spitting like I stumbled on a gold pot of something
And when I was six, I saw my role model hustling
So I gotta hustle
These rappers talking 'bout a whole lot of nothing
You dropped me on Saturday, I sold out on Sunday
Fuck is the arguing 'bout? Nigga, Tha Carter out
This is what I call Da Drought... 3
And we don't walk it out, we drop-top-Porsche it out
They better walk 'em out, before we chalk 'em out
We chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out
We chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk 'em now
They don't want it, uh-uh; no, they don't want it, uh-uh
You see, they phony, I'm not; oh, yeah, they phony, I'm not
I Eastside walk it out, I bring New Orleans out
I am a Saints fan; oh, yeah, we marching now
Like we're a Saints band, I play the organs now
And if they talking, most likely, I'm what they talking 'bout
My nigga T from the East roll up that forest now
Man, I'm just trying to get my peanuts, I'm like Charlie Brown
OK, that Uzi make a Harley sound
Take two of these and walk around
Come straight from that homeless town
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Momma Taught Me[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Momma gave me the swag, I walk like the President
Talk 'bout only dead presidents and big settlements
Yes, I have faith in the flag, yep, I'm a citizen
I'm repping for my city that is bad as the city is (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Momma ain't teach me no better but to get this cheddar
And that I do and for it I get at you
I consider you all fools, you niggas is hilarious
Young Money—bitches don't wanna fuck us, they wanna marry us
Now, ain't that some shit?
I can't have one bitch, but I just got one dick, and no—
I ain't fucking with the fake
I load my handgun with hand towel to touch a nigga face
I am something like a safe, I will never crack
Ain't no combination, nigga, never that
If a nigga ever said anything about Weezy and meant it
He gon' get it that same evening, pimpin'
I'm backseat riding like I'm Mr. Daisy
I am Weezy F. Baby, don't miss the Baby
I kiss the lady on her hand
I'm a fly young man, check my wingspan
This year, I probably do everything tan
Buy a crib on the sand, gotta float to the land, but
Don't get it twisted, I'll still die for me
And do a bid for my man, keep it real as I can
'Cause I'm strong, strong with a will and a plan
Where there's a will, there's a way, so make way for the fam
Young Money—I yell it 'til they come for me, come get me
I bet I'll take more than one with me
I know it don't take more than one shot
And for that reason, I'm gon' shoot more than one shot (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
I be clicking when the gun stop, I make the body hot
Then spit on it when the body drop
I get on it like a pot of crack, I get at your bitch
Then, I tell her like a rapper: "Holla back!"
I'm still asking, "Where the dollars at?"
I will smash you if you got 'em Jack, I'll peel faster
The lil' bastard in the Maybach
A young nigga, I still think saving is wack
I eat, sleep, shit, and bathe with my gat
I'm like, "Fuck pimping; slaving is back"
They like, "Yes, master, you the best, master"
My hoes need me, I'm like test answers
You don't need me, you might catch cancer
Come back from treatment looking like Van Axel
No, I don't like baldhead hoes
I like a long-haired diva with the bossiest goals
I'm a all day pleaser, your boy can't go
He too proud, I go where your boy can't go, oh
Nasty ass lil' boy
Put my feet up on the dash, pass the  grass, enjoy
Get the coke up off the glass, get the money out the drawers
Get the weed out the jars, and we do it like stars, haha
[Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]
Weezy F. Baby
Big shout-out to SHADE 45
The streets is watching
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Eat You Alive[Intro]
C3 be ready cause I know you can’t be
So be afraid, very afraid
Yeah, ha ha

[Hook]
I done warned you boys of the monster boy
I’m the monster boys
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
Now I’m gonna eat, and now I’m gonna eat
I’m gonna eat you alive, alive, alive, alive
Eat you alive, alive, alive, alive
I’m gonna eat you alive, alive, alive
I’m gonna eat, I’m gonna eat you alive, alive, alive, alive
Eat you alive, alive, alive, alive
I’m gonna eat you alive
Now I’m gonna eat, eat you alive
And now I'mma gonna eat, I’m gonna eat

[Verse 1]
Welcome to Tha Carter, little shop of horror
Bloody like a period after D-R-uh
Doctor I'mma dog, I'mma dog, I'mma dog you
Not Georgetown but I'mma uptown Hoya
Brothers like Warner, someone should’ve warned you
R E L A X like fucking California
Or get cornered then get tortured then get slaughtered, in that order
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Massacre music, lose it, loosens loosen a noose round my neck, I’m turning blue bitch
Bout to go stupid, that Hollygrove zoo shit
Keep a set of grip plies for ear pair loose slips
I done said I was too sick, I said I’m too too sick
Four sick, five sick, six sense, dead people
Just put ahead people, instant, instinct
I don’t care what color you is, I burn you turn your skin pink
And if you can’t stand me then knock me down
But I don’t wanna hear that shit like shit Foxy Brown
It's Weezy F. People
And I don’t talk shit like deaf people
New Orleans refugee like Wyclef people
My street eagle and nigga watch your ego
Cause if you think you too fly then I shoot down that eagle
And then the monster see you and the monster need food
And that monsters me too, so the monster eat you

[Juliana]
I done warned you boy of the monster boy
He’s a monster, yeah
Feed him rappers, or feed him beats
And now he’s gunna eat and now he’s gunna eat
[Ludacris]
I’m tired of playin with y’all boys
Wayne you ready, Luda, yeah
That's right I’ll eat you alive, Luda I’ll eat you, eat you
Till there ain’t nuttin left
Til the cops can’t identify none of your facial features
Letting out my rage, unleash the beast
Unlock your guest of honor
Let me out the cage I’ll eat these beats
I’m hip hops Jeffrey Dahmer
Can’t get to be defeated my spot is still reserved
Till you sell diamond nigga don’t say a fucking word
My flows are animalistic
Just say I’m a seasoned Vet
I received my masters in rapping you just a teachers pet
And I’m this seasons threat
Yeah I’m fucking mother nature
Flows so hard if you get up on the track I’ll make your own mother hate ya
Act like she don’t even know ya, act like she don’t even care
Ludacris turns rappers to ashes
Roll em up and put em in the air
It’s rap orientation and yes I’m glad to meet ya
I’ll bring the pain, ay Lil Wayne go get the anesthesia
For these none contenders for these rhyme offenders
Their time is not on my agenda bitch nigga
[Hook - Ludacris]
Cus I done warned ya boys I’m a monster boy
Ima a monster boy (thats right)
Feed me rappers or feed me beasts (feed me beats)
Ima gonna eat, Ludacris Im gonna eat (say what)
Im gonna eat ya alive
Eat ya alive
Ludacris I eat ya alive (I eat em alive)
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Zoo[Intro: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine]
Look
Rockwilder on the beat
1-7 in your face (1-7, nigga)
Mack Maine, you my nigga (You already!)
Cash Money, what's up? (What's up?)
Check me out

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine]
Young Money, motherfucker—where the cash at? (Ugh)
I put numbers on your head like a class hat (Hoo!)
See, I done been through everything like a lab rat (Chyeah)
Can you swim? 'Cause you sleepin' where the crabs at
I stand before you bitch niggas with the fif' cocked...
Damn! You can hear a pin drop (Ha!)
Bulletproof vests cannot defend tops (Yeah, yeah)
Wanna walk in my shoes, you need ten socks (Chyeah)
But these niggas is actors like Rick Fox (Rick Fox?)
Stick to the script or fuck around and get written out
We in this motherfucker throwing up the set (1-7!)
G4 boys, throw 'em off the jet (Ha!)

[Hook: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine]
And me 'n' Mack is just two niggas from the same hood (Chyeah)
Fell from the same tree (Yup!), cut from the same wool (Yup!)
See, I'm the young lion (Lion), and he the young bull (What?)
Welcome to the zoo, you are in the zoo (Yeah)
Me and Mack is just two niggas from the same hood (Same hood)
Fell from the same tree (Same tree)
Cut from the same wool (Chyeah!)
See, I'm the young lion, and he the young bull (What?)
Welcome to the zoo, you are in the zoo
[Verse 2: Mack Maine & Lil Wayne]
Warning: Mack on the dollar hunt (Maaack!)
I'm feelin' real slick, bitch, I got my collars up (Up)
Spread the word, boy, I keep the kush bottled up (Up)
.40 cal, pal, you can get hollowed up (Doot-doot!)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout money, homie
Then that's cheap chatter (Ha!)
I'm pissin' on the game, feel like I got a weak bladder (Yeah)
And y'all fallin off, y'all climbin' up a weak ladder (You dying)
And I'm too high to try to reach you son
I rock shows every day with Miss Cita's son (Ya know!)
Then I'm uptown, baby like I'm Peter Gunz, ha (Uptown!)
Or Lord Tariq; to the Lord, I speak
I got game, I got a veggie tryin' to eat my meat, naww

[Hook: Mack Maine & Lil Wayne]
Me and Tune is two niggas from the same hood (Yeah)
Fell from the same tree (Yeah), cut from the same wool (Yeah)
He a young lion (Yup), and I'm a young bull (Yup)
Welcome to the zoo, you are in the zoo (Got 'em)
Me and Tune is two niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree (Ya know!), cut from the same wool (Yeah)
He a young lion (Huh?), and I'm a young bull (Boy!)
Welcome to the zoo, you are in the zoo

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine]
Now, bring it back to Hollygrove, yeah, Hollygrove (Hollygrove!)
Harrell Park, had work by the slidin' boards
Harrell Park, you get murked by the slidin' boards (Boom!)
17th Ward, animals and dinosaurs (17th, yeah!)
Tyrannosaurus Rex: test me
It's M.O.B. 'til the mortician dress me
And that's deep (Hah), you run up on Eagle Street (Oh)
Belfast and Monroe, be right at your front door
Knock-knock, hello, there goes several fellows
With clips to the elbows, hell rose (Chyeah)
And tell them niggas we was hustlin' 'til hell froze (Yeah)
Hollygrove ain't no motherfuckin' Melrose (Bitch!)
Hollywood ain't no motherfuckin' Hollygrove
They could find your ass Monday in your Friday clothes (Hey)
Or they could find your Pop dead on Father's Day
Hollygrove, U.S.A., where Maine and Carter stay (Okay)
[Hook: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine]
And me and Carter just two niggas from the same hood (Geah)
Fell from the same tree (G-Geah), cut from the same wool (G-Geah)
He just a young lion (Yeah), and I'm a young bull (G-Geah)
Welcome to the zoo, nigga, welcome to the zoo
And me and Maine is just two niggas from the same hood (Chyeah)
Fell from the same tree (Chyeah), cut from the same wool (Wool)
See I'm the young lion (Lion), and he the young bull (Huh?)
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Low Down[Intro: DJ Khaled]
No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne

[Chorus]
Go to war with your whole community
Go to war for these hoes, that's lunacy
I done lost all control of the goon in me
Chopper spark like it's electrocuting me
Pop a bar, sip some barre, smoke some Buddah weed
Pop it off, we can start the buffoonery
Only eat what I kill and watch who I eat
Normally pay for my meal, I'll kill you for free
No Ceilings 3

[Verse]
Tired of these strippers, I'm going at nurses
She write me prescriptions, she light up medicinal
The conditional critical, might need a physical
Cold as a hospital, warm and hospitable
Tommy gun extendo long as a tentacle
I got this octopus on me, it swim with you
I bring apocalypse straight to your living room
Tony the Tiger, you flaky, you cereal
My life a movie, get head underwater
We fuck in my pool, that's chlorine in her pussy
Codeine make the drank bubble like a jacuzzi
Codeine make it pink, something like a petunia
My baby whip faster than mine, she splurging
My baby sip glasses of wine, sip yurple
Take off that mask, bae, your smile don't deserve it
Take her to Belgium for waffles and syrup
Might take her to Paris to buy a few Birkins
They tryna put me in the can, she nervous
Bae Ima man I don’t mind I’ll serve it, just pray for your man pray your honor have mercy
She never leave me, she so down
She hang with actresses, don't even go out
I'm changing my status, I'm changing my profile
Changing my addy, I'm changing my doorknobs
I ran through the pack like it's inches on fourth down
Pour me some actavis, I watch it pour down
I drip every day just to stay in my own house
A nigga just trying to stay out the courthouse
Cullinan foggy, I'm smoking the loggy
I'm too high to argue, I'm too rich to bargain
That pussy my target, I look at my target
That pussy get soggy, her legs are wide open
Her tongue out like Jordan, cum on my Rick Owens
And cum on my Jordans and now I'm tiptoeing all up in her garden
And now her clit sore, I'ma rub on it for her
No Ceiling, nigga, hey
All of my hoes give facial, all of my hoes give fellatio
All of my hoes sensational, all of my hoes interracial
All of my hoes into gay shit, all of my hoes is persuasive
All of my hoes get a date, all of my hoes get 'em wasted
I be right there when you wake, and all of my hoes getting raises, Mula
She never leave me, she so down
I hang with capitalists, don't bring the broke 'round
This automatic a dummy a moron
I make it rain, clear it out like Boban
Run through the pack like inches on fourth down
Pour some actavis, I watch it pour down
I put on drip every day, it's a showdown
She blew my ceilings away, that's a blowjob
[Chorus]
I'ma blow up your community
Go to war for these hoes, that's lunacy
I done lost all control of the goon in me
Chopper spark like it's electrocuting me
Pop a bar, sip some barre, smoke some Buddah weed
Pop it off, we can start the buffoonery
Only eat what I kill and watch who I eat
Normally pay for my meal, I'll kill you for free
No Ceilings 3

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
One time for Cory Gunz, Lil Twist, Juelz Santana, Tyga
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3 Headed Goat[Intro]
(Aviator)

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
That's right, featuring Cory Gunz and YD

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
These ain't no SD
Bitch, these Jimmy Choos, might be the Miu Mius
Might be the Giuseppes
Bitch, you could get left, so bitch, get me right
You gotta impress me
Lil' bitch walking 'round with her titties out
Like she gon' breastfeed
Police raiding my spot
They saw it was me and took selfies
Play with them guns
Soon as they pop I'm gon' hit my target
In front of his broad, in front of his daughters
I'm so remorseless
We in Miami in the middle of a pandemic
And we on a new beach
Working that salmon, runnin' that sushi
I cannot mention my hoes inside of my songs
'Cause I know they be bragging a lot
I can't keep these pills, getting high with these bitches
I'm supposed to be handing 'em out
Show me that nigga who say he getting rich off of dope
'Cause my niggas be jabbing a lot
I heard that you and them niggas you with ain't no joke
My niggas laughing out loud, yeah
That shit was awesome, took her to Nordstroms
Just had a foursome, didn't have to force 'em
You cannot come back around me
You turn your back on me, I cannot forgive
You need to stop fucking with strippers
Tou run into agents and giving 'em tips
We kill your slime, we take your work
We take your bitch, you a bitch
My bitch is a snob, my fool is a jerk
And I bet this missile don't miss
[Verse 2: YD]
Shorty might got a pole but won't pop shit
He be talking like he down to drop shit
Bitch I'm up in your crib and I don't got a key
I be all in yo shit like a locksmith (Get em)
And we ain't throwing hands, better stop it
You ain't see no white flag when we squash shit (Nah)
And you know what's gon' happen when Tune put me right on a track
Bitch, you know that's the squad shit
Heard your funds just got low, ain't no job, nigga
So you out here, and you bout to starve nigga
I was in your position, and back in the day, I was all by myself, I would rob niggas
Now my money up, I'm living large, nigga
Ain't no need to relive in the dark, nigga
Now I'm 'bout to skrrt off of the lot in the Bentley
And take up two spots when I park, nigga (Skrt)
Man, these niggas be boasting
I don't even drink on the liquor
'Cause when I skate, bitch, I need focus
No comedian joking, man
I hope he get his ass right on the stand so my youngins can roast him
Man, you know why I'm chosen, 'cause I ran here first in the game, put my foot down 'til that bitch was choking
This shit be promotion 'cause I'm smoking on this good kush, bitch, and it's potent

[Verse 3: Cory Gunz]
Lean, water, intelligence, nigga finding your medicine
My weapons will knock an ottoman out of your residence
Got your wife on the edible, secret service
And she taking it down like the president
Can't survive in my element
If you never been in stride with the lions and elephants
When they free all my niggas then wherever Weezy be
Where I'm flying the felons in (Yup)
They be rhyming so predicate
Then, when you see 'em in person, they quiet and delicate
And 'til somebody die for the death of your brethren
I cannot buy what you selling in
We met at the Mandalay she live in San Jose
Visiting town with a friend today
When they hop in the Laundaulet
We 'bout to fuck over mandolins, champagne and creme brulée
Tell your little mans to stay in his place
Don't wanna get shot in your shin today
Nigga play on the internet, I don't get into that
I send a shot in your shin today
Way too many niggas and not enough bitches for all of this bitch shit
Too many to name, you know who to call
For real, some pimp shit
What you saying is not realistic
I just left Elliante the district
But I still go to Vice with the biscuit
Even still for a slice and I missed it
'Bout to gamble your life on a trip bitch
I be rolling the dice on on her lipstick
I'm a different type of sadistic
I don't look at the price when I get shit
I don't put in no ice when I sip shit
Lot of boomers and lights when I clip shit
Leave the room looking like I just flipped shit
She be riding me like I'm a ripstick
She say she want a body for Christmas
I'm living like some bucket list shit
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More to the Story[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Oh, you ain't heard?
Him and dopeman ain't cool no more
'Cause dopeman tried to charge him double for the usual
Damn
You just don't hear good news no more
After I tell this story, I gotta kill who I told
Okay, his new package had came in
Had the whole house stankin'
Traphouse doorbell ringin'
Traphouse gettin' too famous
His traphouse poppin' all night
The porch light should be strobe lights
That shit them police don't like
You know them pigs no good like pork rinds
Gotta go home to that whore wife
That don't never wan' fuck, just start fights
And he just made a hard right at the wrong time
They pulled him over, if they only write him a ticket, he'll be alright
Yeah, right
‘Cause you know he fit the description of a black male that sell white
AK on the backseat
Trunk full of cocaína
He stepped on the gas and got ghost on 'em
His bitch scream like she seen one
He said, “Shut up while I speed up”
She said, “I think you lost 'em," now he think he lost 'em
Now he lost his train of thought
The voice in his head said, “All aboard”
And he woke up, don't listen to that bitch
She coked up off of his stuff
And he know it's good
Where the popcorn? This story good, call Hollywood
But anyway, let a nigga get back to it
He came to a neighborhood and he zig-zagged through it
He didn't see the lights, but he still heard the sirens
Cut off all his lights and they drove right by him, woo
Chapter two
Traphouse just got cable
Stuntin' on the neighbors
The cable man was the feds though
A four-year-old was in bed though
He woke up when he heard the Glocks cock
You wouldn't believe what happened ten seconds later
To be continued, dot, dot, dot
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Ten seconds left, he gon' get it
Mag in his mouth, mean like a fitted
Caught him in the pool room, two to his head
In the room and boom, they did it, wow
Face on the ground, Ace of Spade on the ground
Run, bullets, they'll chase you around
Don't listen to me, these niggas ain't playin'
Yo, they'll lace 'em down, feel it
One hit Willy
Other nigga live with a milli
Other nigga ride him Phillies
Run through the hood, all blood, blowin' bills on grils
Just chillin' up in New York City
One got witty
Took his mask off, he a dumbass
Got him on viddy
Somebody yelled out, “Yo, that's 'Chelle”
Blaow, blaow, caught her in the titty, huh
Four more shells went to his face like gazelles
Bloody, they laced him up well
Niggas stop shootin', get the loot
Stop bullshittin', boy, you wild, stop playin' yourself
This ain't good, now they fucked
Police barricade the buildin', what?
Now we stuck
Now this clown-ass nigga just fucked us all up (Up)
Eleven more shots
Came to the door was the cops
Chain popped off, caught him in his top
Fell to the floor, damn four-year-old shorty just looked up
Said, “They got you”
Damn, another nigga dead
Another nigga head licked, damn, they copped out
What's it all about, kid?
Max out, shed, play the background, we's out
Mwah
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
There's always more to the story (To the story)
There's always more to the story
You ain't hear it from me (Hear it from me)
And what you hear, don't repeat (Don't repeat)
Or disappear in your sleep
And you ain't hear this from me (This from me)
There's always more to the story (To the story)
And that's the moral to the story
Nigga, listen to me (Listen to me)
Fuck what you hear in these streets, yeah (Streets)
And if I hear you them people
You ain't hearin' from me (From me)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hardbody[Talking]
Yea
Uh Huh
The Fuck Was I Thinkin?
Drought 3 Bitch!
Yeah Let Me Light My See Through Blunt
Whatchu Kno Bout It?
Get It!
Weezy's The Name
Moneys The Game
Already!

[Verse 1]
Hard Body Muddafucka Got The Heart Of A Killer
Young God In Da Buildin Bout To Start A Religion
Bout To Call Bin Laden Up And Order Some Missles
Brang Em Straight To Ya Block And Go To War Wit You Bitches
If U Hit The Head Then The Rest Fall In Position
Shoot A Nigga On His Porch And Make Him Fall In His Kitchen
Copped A Big Boy Porsche Wit All The Specifics
And I Keep That Torch Baby Call Me Olympics
Red White Blue Pills Flippin Skills Like Gyminsts
And Neva Give A Bitch Money Blood Or Kidneys
When The Gun Goes Pow I Be At The Finish
Wit My Medal Round My Neck Autograph On My Tennis
The Land Of Da Murder Dope Crack And Syringes
Pull Up On Ya In Da Coupe How Fat Is Ya Engine
Neva Talk To Those That Sat On Dem Benches Boy
I Was In Da Game On 4th And Inches
These Niggas Want The Business
Imma Give These Boys Da Business
See U Fuckin Wit Da Boy That Told Yall Ta Fuck Christmas
Got All These Hoes Trippin
Got All These Hoes Strippin
No We Ain't PSC But Them Bitches Know We Tippin
I Juss Bought A Pint And Ain't None Of Yall Sippin
Make My Friends Buy They Own Fuck Im Tired Of Being Friendly
Ain't Gotta Lie Juss To Try To Be Wit Me
Bitches Up In Heaven Waitin At The God To Be Wit Me
Im Crazy For Being Wayne Or Is Wayne Juss Crazy
I Been Around Im Still Around Like Them Geico Cavemen
Hairpin Trigga No I Won't Shave It
I Spot Hip Hop In The Ocean Im Gonna Save It
The South Is So Dirty Bitch U Can Bathe It
Hollygrove Dawg And I Feel Like Matin
Babygirl Yo Pussy Lookin So Vacant
And Its Fuck You And Fuck Georgia Bush Not Makin
Fuck Waste Deep Im In Ova My Head
But Its Cool Imma Make It Im Good Like Meagan
Your Girl Want Me To Come Ronald Like Reagan
Your Boyfriend Is Softer Than A Carton Of Eggs And
I Dont Fear Nothing But God And Weddings
At The Top Of My Paper Like Im Starting A Heading
My Homie Santana Yea Das My Ace
But You May Know Us As I Can't Feel My Face
[Talking]
Yeah
Weezy Bitch
Dont Give A Fuck Bout You At All
Im Paid
Been That Way For A Long Time
Looks Like Imma Die Like That
Cus If Ain't Imma Juss Die
Haha

[Verse 2]
Yeah See They Dont Kno Where I Came From But They Kno Where Im Goin
And I'll Tell You Juss How The Top Feels When Im On
In The Game Im No Cheetah Imma Tiger Imma Cougar Imma Panther Imma Bengle
Ocho Cinco
Im Illy Shirt Softer Than Gillie
In A Pair Of Gucci Flops Feelin Free-er Than Willie
When Dem Niggas Left I Got A Little Bit Chilly
But I Juss Let It Burn Like The End Of The Philly
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Mute[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Turn the music up
Uh, uh

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
She say, "But why you got so many" (Many, uh)
I say, "Ooh, do I smell envy?" (Envy)
She say, "But why you be so friendly?" (Friendly)
Then she say, "Gimme, gimme, gimme"

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Hoe, shut the fuck up, uh
I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute
I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute, yes, Lord
I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute
Hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe (Uh)
Hoe, hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe
Hoe, hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe
I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
But I ain't got time, to go back and forth with no bitch
What a tangled web we weave, I got arachnophobia bitch
I told her, "Stop tripping," she kept tripping
Same reason I've left women
That's some real shit, bitch don't step in it (Message, alright)
That's an ass, no questions asked
Keep talking, we'll never last
Some of these hoes want a wedding band
Some hoes cool with leather bag
Pop it off, do something for it
Open your mind, I got something for it
Talk is cheep, talk is cheep
And guess what, I can afford it, goddamn
[Bridge: Lil Wayne & Big Sean]
And it ain't trickin if you got it, yeah
Bae if I got it, then you got it, yeah
Bae if I got it, then you got it (Sean Don, G.O.O.D.)
Sellin' all this shit I ain't, you know you got it (I just stopped caring, okay?)
You know you got it (Look)

[Verse 2: Big Sean with Lil Wayne]
Bitch, you better cooperate
I got no patience, but I'm Dr. Paid
So you better get the hell out my face
Talking loud like I really give a fuck what you got to say
You acting high off a line like Dr. J
Respect me like Dr. King
Check looking like a doctor bill, I made a mill
I'm working on another M now like Dr. Dre
Attention to the damn dollar, that's ADD (Oh God)
I never take away, only A-D-D
And I'm making power moves like- Umm
Back, forward, right punch, kick, A-B-B (Hadouken)
A couple of my homies weren't too good at school
Man, they really couldn't crack that ACT
But they could damn sure crack that ADT
It ain't safe in your crib, where the safe in your crib?
She wine fine but I'm Sean Don
Double OG, like Sean Conn
Me and Cash Money records taking over for the nine-nine
If I ain't top ten, stop lying
I spit the verse of the year, like nine times
And I won't let the fuck up
And I'm finna write a novel, called, "Shut the fuck up"
Bitch, quit playing
Wayne I got you
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
She say, "But why you got so many" (That's my own business)
I say, "Ooh, do I smell envy?" (Stop hatin', man)
She say, "But why you be so friendly?" (Bitch, mind yo business)
Then she say, "Gimme, gimme, gimme"

[Chorus: Lil Wayne with Big Sean]
Hoe, shut the fuck up, uh
I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute
I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute, yes, Lord
I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute (Fuck wit' em)
(And I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would)
Hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe (Huh, money)
Hoe, hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe (Do the money dance)
Hoe, hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe (Do the money dance)
I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute (Money dance, yeah)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’ll Die for You[Verse 1]
Hey, I tried to treat you like no other
To be like no other in your life
Hey, and I cried to see you with another
To see you with another, to win your life

[Bridge]
Hear me out, please hear me out
Hear me out before you walk up out the door
Hear me out please, hear me out
Before you walk up out that fuckin' door!

[Chorus]
I love you like no other
I do you like no other
I swear to God I motherfuckin' tried
I do you like no other
I treat you like no other
Without you in my life I'd fuckin' die
I'd die without you, I'd die
I'll die without you, I'll die
I'll die without you

[Verse 2]
I'll cry, until you see an ocean
I'm sinkin' to the ocean's floor, to my demise
Ohh I'd die here to see you with another
To see you with another, to be in your life
Ohhhh, no-ohhhh
[Bridge]
Hear me out, please hear me out
Hear me out before you walk up out the door
Hear me out please, hear me out
Before you walk up out that fuckin' door!

[Chorus]
I love you like no other
I treat you like no other
I need you in my motherfuckin' life
I'll treat you like no other
And there won't be another
There won't be another Mr. Right
I'd die without you, I'd die
I'll die without you, I'll die
I'll die without you, I'll die
I'll die, ohhhh

[Verse 3]
Bury me a G, yeah, bury me a G when I die
Bury me a G when she cry
And I'll be lookin' down from the sky
Bury me a G, yeah bury me a G when I die
Bury me a G, and I I swear
You gon' hear me out, yeah hear me out
Hear me out before you walk up out my door
Yeah you gon' hear me out
Don't you walk up out my fuckin' door!
[Chorus]
I love you like no other
I treat you like no other
I need you in my motherfuckin' life
I'll do you like no other
I'll treat you like no other
I promise, I swear
I'll die without you, die without you
Die without you, die without you
I'll die without you, die without you
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Ground Zero[Instrumental]

[Verse 1]
Back the hell off!
Rock and roll Jesus with all my nails on
All I need is a blunt and a bail bond
And give these blind motherfuckers somethin' to feel on
Rollin' like a motherfucker, put your wheels on
And let's roll down the hill 'til the hill gone
I started on the block but that's somethin, to build on
And how can I pray when I got nuttin' to kneel on?

[Chorus]
Hey! The ground is gone
Don't look now but the ground is gone
I'm so high that the ground is gone
And I don't even know which cloud I'm on
Don't look down but the ground is gone
Don't look down 'cause the ground is gone
Right now I'm a million miles from home
And I'm so high that the ground is gone

[Verse 2]
Huh, walk on air
Show me to the edge and I walk off there
We ain't high enough, au contraire
And sometimes life just don't compare
Sa-say my name, baby, pull my hair
And I'ma fuck you like a bull, I swear
I got a lot of love that I could just share
I got a lot of drugs that I could just share
I-I-I know, I know, what'chu like girl
A nice little mirror and a little white girl
Way at the top of the mountain, bouncing
May I be everything but grounded
I don't ever wanna see the bottom, the bottom
I just wanna float, float like Muhammad
I don't ever wanna see the bottom, the bottom
I just wanna float...
[Pre-Chorus]
Jump jump jump out a window
Let's let's let's jump off a building baby
Let's jump jump out a window
Let's jump off a building baby
Jump jump out a window
Let's let's let's jump off a building baby
Let's jump jump out a window
Let's jump off a building baby

[Chorus]
Hey! The ground is gone
Don't look now but the ground is gone
I'm so high that the ground is gone
And I don't even know which cloud I'm on
Don't look down but the ground is gone
Don't look down cause the ground is gone
Right now I'm a million miles from home
And I'm so high that the

[Verse 3]
Hey, I know a girl named Crystal, her last name Ball
I look into her eyes, and I can see it all
I see it when she cry, I'm there when she call
'Cause I live inside of the mirror on the wall
Kill-kill 'em all, die in the spirit of the war
Thinkin' what am I, be in spiritual fall
Huh, shit, 'cause ain't no love
Die while America drink yo' blood
It ain't no hurricane, it ain't no flood
It's some other shit that we ain't know of
Make that money, yeah, make that money
Then watch the government take that money
But we gon' raise hell, motherfucker get well
Laws get passed and economies fail
Love, hate, emotion, compulsion
Addiction, diction, virgins, dickses
Minglin', mixin', swingin', switchin'
Swaggin', sweet, freaks, faggots
Flames, fashion, planes, crashin'
Ground, zero...
[Pre-Chorus]
Jump jump jump out a window
Let's let's let's jump off a building baby
Let's jump jump out a window
Let's jump off a building baby

[Chorus]
Hey! The ground is gone
Don't look now but the ground is gone
I'm so high that the ground is gone
And I don't even know which cloud I'm on
Don't look down but the ground is gone
Don't look down cause the ground is gone
Right now I'm a million miles from home
And I'm so high that the ground is gone

[Outro]
Let's let's let's jump off a buildin' baby
Let's jump jump out a window
Let's jump off a buildin' babyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Red Rum[Intro - Dre]
My nigga I think we got one, well, another one
Theres so much of these mo'fuckers, Weezy
Thats what they sayin when they play me and they hear me on the radio
Thats what they sayin to me
Thats what they sayin to me
Thats what they tellin

[Verse 1 - Dre]
When they Remy's in the system
Ain't no tellin' will I fuck em', will I diss em'
That's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Ya'll be chasin, and I replace em'.. huh?

[Interlude - Dre & (Lil Wayne)]
You don't need me for nothin' else, my nigga
Go get em'

(And I got em...)

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
When the Remy's in the system
Ain't no tellin on the spot where I'mma kiss em'
Thats why they be yelling I'm a Damu Blood
My Relation, Affiliation, soowoo nation
And since day one, I look forward to
Three, four, five bitches in my Porsche coupe
And yea, I be on that ass like a horse's shoe
If her religion is true, I'm 'bout to visit the moon
Is you coming?
[Hook - Lil Wayne]
Thats what they sayin when they play me and they hear me on the radio (Weezy you blow my mind)
Thats what they sayin to me
Thats what they sayin to me
Thats what they tellin me, yeah
Thats what they sayin when they play me and they hear me on the radio
Thats what they sayin to me..

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
When the Remy's in the system
Ain't no question, I'mma fuck em' and diss em
Leave em', never miss em'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Ya'll be chasin', I replace em', huh
Drunk off this, high on that
Man, I think the feds got my iPhone tapped
Ain't that a bitch? Well I hope her ass fat
And if it is I'mma smash that
And pass that back back in a daze
But back in the days I sold crack for a few days
Then quit after I got paid
I ain't lazy I just knew that there was more to be made
And I don't save money so I don't need a whore to be saved
I need a whore to be slaved, I need a whore to behave
I need a whore to be gay, what the fuck am I saying?
I don't need a ho for A thing, 'cuz I got more game than Beijing
[Hook - Lil Wayne]

[Bridge - Lil Wayne]
Tell em'
I'm talkin 'bout I'm gon' do what I do
And they gon' love me for what I do
And they gon' copy what I do
Yea
I'm talkin 'bout I'm gon' do what I do
And they gon' love me for what I do
And they gon' copy what I do
Yea

[REPEAT Verse 1 - Lil Wayne][x2]

[Outro]
Thats what they sayin'
Thats what they sayin' to me

Weezy you blow my mind

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Deep End[Verse 1]
Look what you done done, yeah
Play with my heart and told me it's too bad
And then you hit me up
I'm tryna talk, you told you hit you back
It's crazy how you drive me brazy
I think I finally met my match
I try to let my mind navigate me
And end up bringing me right back

[Chorus]
I've been falling in the deep end
You've been giving me no reason
But I've been drowning in and sinking
Falling in the deep end
I've been falling in the deep end
You've been looking for a reason
But I've been crawling in and reaching, ooh
Falling in the deep end, deep end, deep end
Falling in the deep end, deep end, deep end
Falling in the deep end, deep end
Falling in thе deep end
Falling in the deep end

[Verse 2]
You tеll me I'm wrong
'Cause when I'm right it only makes you mad
But you want what you want
But how come I always want you bad?
It's brazy how you drive me crazy
I think I finally met my match
I know that this ain't how my mama raised me
But I done got too attached
[Chorus]
I've been falling in the deep end
You've been giving me no reason
But I've been drowning in and sinking
Falling in the deep end
I've been falling in the deep end
You've been looking for a reason
To dive in all up in the deep end
Falling in the deep end, deep end, deep end
Falling in the deep end, deep end, deep end
Falling in the deep end, deep end
Falling in the deep end

[Bridge]
Falling, yeah
Falling, yeah
Falling, yeah
Falling in the deep end
It's crazy how she drive me brazy
I think I finally met my match
You saying you don't want to see me
And then you keep looking bad

[Chorus]
I've been falling in the deep end
You've been giving me no reason
But I've been drowning in and sinking
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Burn This City[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
Stop playin' with me
Cannon in my hand
And I'll be damned
If any man
Disrespect me on my land
Intercept a nigga plans
An effective ass nigga
I'm a f-f-fireman, but I'll wet that ass nigga
My vessel pump liquor, I'm a special-ass nigga
No frontin' I'm in front of these extra-last niggas
I'm a extra bad nigga, I'm a sideways shooter
Open up the Maserati
Fuck the highway troopers
'Cause nowadays dudes'll
Run and tell the troopers
So I hope that same trooper could
Find you when I lose ya
Hey, these niggas talkin' at the side of they medullas
Preserve a nigga, put his body in a cooler
Turn 'em into ice, call me Weezy the jeweler
Run up on me boy and get smoked like Buddha
Who the fuck wanna get it in ya next breath?
Gasoline on your door steps
Fire
[Hook]
I'm the fireman, fire, f-fireman, ow
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
Weezy, allergic to wintertime - Hot

[Verse 2: Twista]
Uh, Twista, Cash Money
Niggas shook by Twista
Lil Weezyana status, show em heaven (uh huh)
Call a reverend, I'ma burn em up like ladder 47, with a Mac 11
Try to shoot up every part a you with my arsenel
I'm an arsonist (Say what)
With a 40 cal with a 50 clip
Uh, uh, you don't want a part of this (What)
Let me do your medulla, pop your oblongata, call a doctor
Homie your are not Baby, not the Twista, and not the Carter
(Uh uh)
Don't be comin' up to me actin' pity while I carry Glocks to carve ya (Yeah)
Stop tomorrow
You can break my hands, I write with my mind
You can't stop the author (yeah)
Try to run up on the block, why bother (yeah)
I'mma shoot em with the pump
Then I go and throw his body in a ditch
No one will ever find ya and won't nobody
Talk about you cause I'm a real street mobster (No)
Ghetto gangstas don't eat pasta
Only fuck with the shrimp and the lobster
Murder that pussy hole in ya boy while I'm dressed up like a rasta (Papapa)
New Orleans and Chi connect, stay burnin' sticky (what)
And we gettin scummy
Steady gettin' money
That's why I'm up on fifty, shit
I only be fuckin' with niggas that's earnin' with me
If you try you gon' die
On fire, cause I'm so high
Watch how we burn this city
[Hook]
I'm the fireman, fire, f-fireman, ow
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
Weezy, allergic to wintertime - Hot

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Ya know, ya know, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah
Sicker than a bird flu
I am the Birdman junior, and you niggas just bird food
We livin' in a whirlpool
You got to eat or get ate
And you look like bait
Don't you stick one hand over the gate
This dog treat you niggas just like steak
Dinner
I'm that nigga
Take a break
My fuck up is a perfect mistake
I'm great
Murder
Renegade music
My flows' stupid
I'm cold, I spit mucus
I'm tight like sutures
Righteous, ruthless
Strapped, shoot ya
We rich, sue us
Snitch, leave 'em
Ditch, sewers
Pushin' up Daisies, Roses, Petunias
Wakes, funerals, service, communion
I'm hotter than a motherfuckin' Hot Boys reunion
Weezy
[Hook]
I'm the fireman, fire, f-fireman, ow
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
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Loud Pipes[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
I put piss stains on private planes, cause it's my jet nigga
Money ain't shit cause my Rottweilers drink Moët
Diamond baguette bracelets for my lovers
Player, I use Cristal to lubricate rubbers
Who got shit on his wrist that cost three nickel
Who got the project on lock when that nigga slanging pickle
Who got a Benz, a Prowler, playboy, and a 'Vette
Tell the truth -- who fucked you on the same night when we met?
Now, who got baby mamas from the N.O. to New York
Who got every bitch's attention in this motherfucker when he talk
Now who the fuck we talking about, look -- y'all dont know?
I'll give you a hint: see that bitch you with?
He fucked that ho
Now look here, y'all ain't seen my watch, it's like 'Harlem World' video
White diamonds, red rubies, blue baugettes, I don't know
Shorty, when the next time I'mma be up in your bed
I love you? You love me?
Well go 'head on and gimme some head

[Chorus: Juvenile]
Loud pipes big rims
Wodie that's our life
When we pull up at the club
Sorry that's our night
I know a lot of haters out there saying
That that's not right
But our diamonds are much bigger
So that's our life
Loud pipes big rims
Wodie that's our life
When we pull up at the club
Sorry that's our night
I know a lot of haters out there saying
That that's not right
But our diamonds are much bigger
So that's our life
[Verse 2: Baby]
I told 'Soul' I need something
With some hell of a ice
Nigga came back with a hell of a price
That ain't nothing, these hoes doing hella wrong
Calling these niggas on our cell phone
Bitch riding Benz on 20-inch chrome
Give me the key, the car, ho, and the alarm
For my Prowler, my Jag, my Benz and my home
Bitch you'll never ride 20-inch chrome
I love to shine, that's why the chopper's mine
Hit my block in my Benz, ho, with stretch tires
Bought a new car that I couldn't drive
Bought it to tunes before a nigga could drive
When I put the Bose system right behind my eyes
With the VC's and TV's so a nigga could shine
Let my ice bling bling like a 9 to 5
And tell all my hoes they don't need no job

[Chorus: Juvenile]
Loud pipes big rims
Wodie that's our life
When we pull up at the club
Sorry that's our night
I know a lot of haters out there saying
That that's not right
But our diamonds are much bigger
So that's our life
Loud pipes big rims
Wodie that's our life
When we pull up at the club
Sorry that's our night
I know a lot of haters out there saying
That that's not right
But our diamonds are much bigger
So that's our life
[Verse 3: B.G.]
I ride the best, from a Benz, to a Jag, to a Beamer, to a Lex
Might fly first class on Delta, helicopter or a jet
I'm a stunter, I'm a repper, Geezy like to shine
Drink Don, Moët, and Crissy, see that's the finest wine
20 inches is the only thing I sit my shit on
Don't bring yo bitch around me cause my dick she'll wanna sit on
And I ain't gonna tell her nothing different, that's your issue
But after she come back, your best out is not to kiss her
Whole city sayin damn, look at Fresh pinky ring
Look at B.G. watch, that bitch bling-a-ling-a-ling
I'm a ice wearer, trust me, you will never
See me sporting nothing that ain't 20 G's or better
Me and Wayne take the left, Juve and Baby take the right
It's dark in the room, we hold up our watches and it's light
Cash Money Millionaires living a hell of a life
Like my nigga Weezy said, we surrounded by ice

[Chorus: Juvenile]
Loud pipes big rims
Wodie that's our life
When we pull up at the club
Sorry that's our night
I know a lot of haters out there saying
That that's not right
But our diamonds are much bigger
So that's our life
Loud pipes big rims
Wodie that's our life
When we pull up at the club
Sorry that's our night
I know a lot of haters out there saying
That that's not right
But our diamonds are much bigger
So that's our life
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Now I'm shinin' beamin' glossin', Big Tymin' stuntin' and flossin'
Lamborghini sitting on broaders with two more in my garages
Plus a blue and black ferrari with Nintendo and Atari
Man I swear the car is awesome, vroom! Sorry, we lost 'em
I'm back, I pull up smelling like dime sacks and cognac
I leave in the Hummer, hour later I'm flying back
Whoosh, private jet's about to land
The women fall out when I let them touch my hand
I get out the plane into a Mercedes Benz van
TVs all over with chrome 20-inch fans, damn
Goddamn, man, I am, L-I-L, Weezy, off the heezy
But still in awe, ice floodin' on my watch
And in my grill and all, Porsche Box', front blocks
Skrrt! Peeling off, me and Slim in the Rover
Beatrice brick holder, Cash Money young soldier

[Chorus: Juvenile]
Loud pipes big rims
Wodie that's our life
When we pull up at the club
Sorry that's our night
I know a lot of haters out there saying
That that's not right
But our diamonds are much bigger
So that's our life
Loud pipes big rims
Wodie that's our life
When we pull up at the club
Sorry that's our night
I know a lot of haters out there saying
That that's not right
But our diamonds are much bigger
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N.O. Nigga[Intro]
Drought 3
Yeah
Ain't shit safe
Hahaha
Bitch!
Oh, Streets!
Snack, let me get 'em!
Yeah!

[Hook]
You know we strap all day and ride all night
This is the life of a, the life of a
N.O. nigga, N.O. nigga
N.O. nigga, you know, nigga
Since the hurricane came, shit ain't been right
If you visit my city, you could lose your life in the
N.O., nigga, N.O., nigga
N.O., nigga, N.O., nigga

[Verse]
Come fuck 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 spit bibles, nigga
Rifles, nigga, chop-chop, bitch
You pop and lock it and my gun'll lock and pop, bitch
My shit popping, like I'm Cris'
No Chris Brown, bitch, this Uptown, bitch
That Uptown shit, like, "What now!"
Shut up and 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 I'ma gun you down, bitch
Bitch, don't I smell, don't I sound rich?
I'm like Stunna, I'm blowing out the pound, bitch
I don't need help, I ain't gon' drown, bitch
'Cause in the pool, I'm on the ball, like the round tip
Yeah, eightball, side pocket
I leave the club with two bitches in my pocket
Naked pictures to my Sidekick
Tell your bitch quit sending them pictures to my Sidekick
And quit instant messaging my IM
Myspace Tom, them bitches acting like I'm him
And fuck the best, nigga, I'm him
Bitches wanna fuck like they're me and I'm them
Yeah, they share me like oxygen
I got game within the game I got 'em in
I'm talking championship rings, I gotta win
We talking championship rings? I got ten
I'm on my champion shit, man, it's looking slim
For them, ha!
[Hook]
Now pack y'all K's and leave y'all knives
This is the life of a, this is the life for us
Gorillas, coke dealers
Dope dealers, we go-getters
A body today and a body tonight
This is the life, nigga, this is the life of a
N.O. nigga, that 5, nigga
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Whip It[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ok, you ain't new shit
It's Weezy F Baby like a newborn bitch
You ain't know shit
I put your girl to work now heres a uniform bitch
Pimpin over here
And I ain't Santa Claus
But I can make it reindeer
Money out the ass
Yeah money out the rear
Weezy at the plate
I could bunt it out of here
Safe as a mother fucker
Ain't no safety button on this mother fucker
Where's the safe mother fucker
That's the case
Stop the judge of
Weezy F the F for fury
Hang 12 witnesses
That's what I call a hung jury
Brung Jerry Bling Bling
I made that and I don't even say that
As much as judges say that
That's way back
Boy you should catch up
It must of been mine, theys
Long hair pretty eyes light skin fine legs
Phat ass, skinny stomach, pretty feet, pretty woman
Walking down the street cause I put her out my jeep
I don't save 'em
I slave 'em
They want weezy f
I bad grade 'em, I don't degrade 'em
I serenade 'em
100 on the jaw
100 on the arm
Rings so thick I can't even make a fist
Nigga fuck how you do it cause I do it like this
Yeah, and I just do my wayne
And every time I do it I do my thang
[X2]

I do it [do it]
How I do it [do it]
I do it [do it, do it, do it]
I do it [ do it, do it, do it]

I do it how I do it and I do it everyday
I do it how I do it and I do it everyday
I do it how I do it when I do it everyday
I whip it like a slave like a motherfuckin' slave
Yes I whip it like a slave, yes I whip it like a slave
I whip it like a slave like a motherfuckin' slave
Yep I whip it like a slave like a motherfuckn' slave
Then I beat it, I beat it, I beat it, I beat it
I beat that block x4
I beat that block like it mis-behaved
Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it like a slave
I whip it...

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Kunta Kinte on my shit nigga
Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner
But I ate a plate of loot for dinner
I'm in the garden selling fruit to sinners
Like apple's to Shaq
Hey big spender
And do remember
Just like Brenda
2 grand still get you four and a baby
I'm a kill 'em when I drop like I'm holding a baby
Weezy F, the F is for don't Forget the Baby
And bitch I've been hot but you don't know me from satan
And if you're Manning up you better show me you're Peyton
But you pussies ain't ballin' no Sanaa Lathan
Bricks get shipped
Bricks get cut
Dr Carter
Nip and Tuck
Yeah but you could call me Wayne
Now watch me and my chain gang
[Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it
I whip it, I beat that block x4]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yes it's me bitches
Duece Bigalow on these He-bitches
(cough cough) Flu flow
Flyer then bird coupe like a two door
What do you know
I know the streets bitch
And this is my toilet
And you can eat shit
Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out
Cause I'm fly, like flyers they passin' out
We mashin out
We Young Mula
I got that 12 guage
Don't make me 1, 2 ya
345 train bitch soo woo
If you ain't on my train bitch choo choo
Like you got my dick in your mizouth
And I'm a do me bitch with you or without
Shit I'm always right sometimes
And from the top everybody look 1'9
And I'm 2'much
The numbers don't lie
And if they stop making cadillacs
I swear I'm gon' die
And if the weed man ain't got no more onions I'm a cry
And if if was a fifth, then I'd rather drink wine
[Verse 4]
Shit... I'm a take my time
Now am I crazy or just lazy
Cause I'm tired of ballin darlin
And I roll with my riders like it's a harley bar
And we roll with them choppers like it's a harley party
P.S dressed in all red like it was a scarlet party
I was ballin in New Orleans way before the charolette hornets
I'm an X-Man bitch and I ain't talkin marvel comics
I'm a...
Put the dirty dishes in the sink
No pork but I get paid like a piggy bank
I spit like backwash, Sasquatch
No back talk, I act lost
But I bet that money find me
Your jewelry telling jokes man
You got them funny diamonds
I got them sunny diamonds
I got them money problems
Like Christopher Wallace
Fuck bitches
Get money
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Kobe Bryant (2020 Version)[Verse 1]
Okay, Ko-Kobe doin' work, two-four on my shirt
He the greatest on the court, and I'm the greatest on the verse
Going for the fourth ring like it was the first
Gotta get the gleem, do it for Kareem
Two-four so nice, my flow so mean
Catch me at the game sitting next to Goldstein
Ko-Kobe Bryant Nikes, purple gold strings
Ko-Kobe in the game dunkin' on the whole team, yeah
Bla-Black Mamba, attack, conquer
The basketball beast, ra-rap monster
The crossover good, the turnaround jumper
Or just drive the lane and dunk on dunkers
You know where it's goin', it's goin' down, yo
This is the Lakeshow, but don't drown, though
I call him King Bryant, now let the crown show

[Verse 2]
Watch me get 'em like Kobe, yeah
Sick with it, no COVID, yeah
Black clouds break open, yeah
Rain down black roses, yeah
I smell the rose, now I'm focused, yeah
The game is cold, but I'm frozen, yeah
The lanes are closed, but I'm bowling, yeah
All Mamba, no cobra, uh
All around, no borders, uh
All eyes take notice, uh
Recognize my importance, uh
Never die, I'm immortal, uh
Got the culture on my shoulders, uh
See the vultures flying over
Now we marchin' like we shoulders
'Til we walkin' like we strollin', yeah
Sixty points in my last game like that's game, yeah, yerr
Put five rings on my last name, Oscar could've been my first
On one leg, on my last leg, I want the last shot, that's work
No Achilles Heel, I told Phil, "It's the last dance, now twerk"
[Bridge]
Heart gold, beatin' out my chest, and it goes rat-tata-tata
This is Black entertainment, baby, this is Black power status, yeah
Two fingers for the Mambacita, I'm screamin' Black Mamba matters, yeah
Heart goes out to Vanessa and the whole Black Mamba family, BMF
Heart is gold, it's beatin' out my chest, and it goes rat-tata-tata, yeah
This is Black entertainment, baby, this is Black power status, yeah
Two fingers for the Mambacita, I'm screamin' Black Mamba matters, yeah
Heart goes out to Vanessa and the whole Black Mamba family, BMF

[Outro]
BMF, on BET, yeah, we the best, yeah
We the best, on G-O-D, yeah, Weezy F
Weezy F, yeah, G.O.A.T. like Kobe B
Rest in power and hope for peace
Black lives matter, facts
That's a matter of fact
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Drama : WeezyShoutout my nigga Drama, man, for still fuckin' with me with this crazy shit man. Cause obviously he could be like, man, I don't really fuck with you no more, man, I'm doin' this shit without a motherfucker. But he still fucks with your boy and I appreciate that man, I hope we can make the fuckin' computers crash again. Ya dig?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Took Her[Hook: Ludacris]
"Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her"

[Verse 1]
I like a red bone, pretty feet, slim waist, cute face
Girl if that's you then put your info in my two-way
Girl, you a star, me and you can make a movie
She said them diamonds in my chain look like Kool-Aid
And when I'm gone, she be missing me like schooldays
Alright, I like a bitch, that like a bitch
Fuckin' right I'm rich, and I ain't gettin hitched
I'm gettin paid in full, just call me Money Mitch
Ballin' like Tony Gwynn - I'm never lonely in that penthouse
And all the time her nigga think she at a friend house
Okay, I put the Phantom up and brought the Bent out
It's Weezy Baby, bitch I'm hot like all the vents out, haha

[Hook: Ludacris]
"Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her"
[Verse 2]
Tell 'em how it go
It go; Hollygrove, Seventeen, Carrollton, Eagle Street
Runnin' with my hood 'til my feet get sore
Run up on them boys and you ain't runnin' no more
I am from the jungle, the mighty jungle
And the guns go... Hah
While your boyfriend actin' like secret service
I'mma get you by yourself and get my secret service
I'm on that purple-urple, and all the earth is bouncin'
I've climbed the highest mountain
And baby girl that coupe is fountain blue
You see them green and yellow diamonds, call it Mountain Dew
I got the crib in the sky with the city view
And I'll take a skinny bitch if her titties new
Now what it do?

[Hook: Ludacris]
"Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her"
[Verse 3]
Get 'em
OK, Gucci shoes, Gucci buckle
Gucci belt, Gucci bucket
Sharper than a yellow number two
I does in what I do
And if you didn't know, now you knew
I am the Fireman, red truck, yellow suit
And I treat money like glue
You know I got to stick to the paper, you know I'm like a staple
That's why I got that Cash Money right above my navel
Young Money is the label, money, bitches and cable
We multiplying money sitting at the time table
So holler at a nigga when you see me on the grind
And bust that pussy open like we runnin' out of time
And don't say a word, just act like a mime
The girl may be yours but the pussy is mine

[Hook: Ludacris]
"Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her
Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up! I took her"
[Outro]
Young Money, wassup?
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, hahaha
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Way of Life[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

[Female]
Cash Money...
Cash Money...
Cash Money...
Cash Money...

[Lil Wayne]
Ay, let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins
Hit the mall wit 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 scholar
Know'n what I got up in my styrofoam cup - that purple stuff
It was given to me at birth to stunt
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
Car show in New York, y'all know who wins
It's the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada
Slant back Cup Truck, no rims - can't holla
It's that Louie Fendi on Ostrich streets
It's the tailor-made daddy, mami do you love me?
[Hook: TQ]
Baby, I'm a stunna
I ain't gon change it
Don't.. you.. know.. it's a way of life?
Mami, do you want it?
Cause I'm about to bring it
Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no

[Baby]
Pop one, pop two with the new Nike shoes
Royal blue jag on 'em 22's
Slippers, white to breate, 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 champagne
And these, marble floors stay high as Rick James
If you know my name then you know my game

[Lil Wayne]
It's lil whoadie from the hot block with serious flow
Gotta get dough, cha'll won't feel me broke
But, y'all don't hear me though
Til I'm rolling down my window where my grill is show
And you know I probably pump it through the hood on them 24's
Word, rims poking out the side of the err
Glock, have ya ribs poking out the side of your shirt
I'm a 17 nigga and I ride through the turf
[Hook: TQ]
Baby, I'm a stunna
I ain't gon change it
Don't.. you.. know.. it's a way of life?
Mami, do you want it?
Cause I'm about to bring it
Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no

[Lil Wayne]
Hey, and my pinky glow cause my rings is so...
Blingy blingy, yo stop blinking though
We smoke stinky stinky dro
And we don't cop them incy wincy o's
And we don't stop, nah, we blow
Fuck the pee-ple
Everywhere we go we smell like ick yo
Birdman, my Paw so that make me go.. fly like an eagle, fasheezy

[Baby]
See they think cause I stay English turn
That stunna don't ever OZ to burn
I go in each over and ball like a dog
Me and my niggs ball like a dog
Cars on my streets, all on the lawn
Ice in my teeth, all on my arm
Tats in my face, my back and my arm
[Lil Wayne]
Tats in my face, my back and my arm

[Hook: TQ]
Baby, I'm a stunna
I ain't gon change it
Don't.. you.. know.. it's a way of life?
Mami, do you want it?
Cause I'm about to bring it
Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no

[Outro: Mannie Fresh]
Yo, there it is, ya lil' low life
See, I'm a Bro-fessional - you a rookie
Fuck, a game so serious I could sell a hooker some pussy
That's some serious shit
Oh yeah, believe that
Who we rollin wit?
We rollin wit Cash Money
Oh, I forgot about peace - Peace!
I mean.. piece of pussy, piece of land, piece of property
Just a mind game
Piece of mind, ya know
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In The Morning[Hook]
Oh my what a night I'm a wake up in the morning like oh, oh [x2]
She super fine she looking at me
With them light brown we in the back seat
Shawty body shaped like a figure eight
Yeah that pussy great
She bout to get ate

[Verse 1]
It was a Friday
I was on the highway
Riding to that Kanye
That's when I saw a bad bitch ridin right behind me
And I slowed down so she can be beside me
Like beep beep Shawty you sweet shawty Best pullover in me shawty
Gas station that's on me
And you know that ain't cheap shawty
You deserve 93 shawty
You deserve me shawty
So tell that other nigga
He can leave like a tree falling
And when it comes to love Baby I'm free falling
Did I leave my eyes In yo pussy cause I see me all in, it
And I put her to bed
And know she sleep walking
And she never answer her phone
Not even if E.T. calling
Man you should see darlin
She like a sea dolphin
Splash splash shout out bird gang
She balling
And I just try to be her
Tol ya somethin
Cop' her 20 hand bags
Out of coach or something
First class flight
Get her out of coach o something
How bout vacation
Round my by bon voyage
And With no snowtra something
Yeah
And tell yo man he don't
Owe me nothing
Tell him open his eyes I gotta show him something
Uh
I started riding
Like a dirty dozen
Uh
Have a feeling like she Oprah cousin haha
But fuck money
I give her mostly loving
Then I'm gone before it's sunny
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
It's next Friday
I'm on the high way
Ridin to that Sade`
I se a bad bitch up in a Hyundai
I said "baby you supposed to be up in my place"
She started laughin
I got the joke late
Look I just want ta tie u down with this rope braid
Lil mama so cold
I call her Snowflake
I fuck her so good on that coldplay
Now what you kno bout it
What you know about it
It ain't what you know about it's how you go about it
An I go about it like I kno about it
Like I'm sho about it
Like I'm so about it
Baby I can take you
Farther than your fantasy
Maybe one day I can be the father of your family
I can handle all the extremities
She remember me ohww
[Hook]

Oh! [guitar solo starts]
Ohhh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

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PMW (Pussy, Money, Weed)Oh yes I love her like...
Oh yes I love her like... egyptian
Want a description? her body's sickenin
I can be her prescription, I can be her physician
Sexual healing, I can be her religion
And now shes kneeling, praying to the ceiling
I bless her as if she sneezed
Must be the weather, I dress her, I am her sleeves
I am her feathers, shes fly
Flyer than you, flyer than me
I love her, she loves me too
I love her three... times more than her mom
Time will tell that I'm the nigga
That she should, we should
Be wherever she wanna be
Be on her late night, mid day, AM
Just say when and I know I be with cavemen
But never... mind them
Shes poison and I am Michael Bivins
See I know y'all don't hear me
But she does, we does
What grown folk do when they had too much to drink
And I think, we had to much too drink and...
(Oh yes I love her like...)
Pussy, Money, Weed, Pussy, Money, Weed, Pussy, Money, Weed
Oh yes I love her like I ought too
I see you at the alter mrs. carter
I see you with my daughter
Or son, more than one
Maybe five like the jacksons
Or john pacson
Just don't let them f*ck up the mansion
And daddy will be home later on
Smelling like the cologne
That I put on this morn
And I hope that you smell like woman soap
And shampoo and lotion
And perfume and candles
And I'm a run thru that pussy like a vandal
Yes I'm nasty as a Scorpio
But I'm a lucky Libra
Got her wet like shes sweating out a fever
Leave her to me and she'll be smiling
Every single time you see her
From ear to ear
I wanna be beside her when she sleep and she lay
Or we can stay awake and watch the next day
Clothes are overrated, panties are debated
Einstein... her head is the greatest
(Oh yes I love her like...)
Pussy, Money, Weed, Pussy, Money, Weed, Pussy, Money, Weed
Oh yes I love her like her dad told her
No man would ever love her
Oh and I better be the only man
Sticking it, licking it like an envelope
Mailing it, sealing it, read it
I have written down victoria's secret
Don't tell nobody, don't share your body
With nobody, not even a finger
I will cut it off and let him keep
That as for weezy, baby
And at my station we have sex orientation
When I hit it she squint like them orient asians
I do me, I say hey miss chung lee
I like to see your booty
Roll like sushi, I'm tryin to dip my celery
Up in her blue cheese
Ah's, oo wee's, wa la's, ta da's
Mhm's, ah ha's, oh yes, never oh no's
Until I have to go, and then it's never oh no
I tell her don't cry, I be back like the electric bill
And when she butt naked she dress to kill!
(Oh yes I love her like...)
Pussy, Money, Weed, Pussy, Money, Weed, Pussy, Money, Weed
Oh, oh yes I love her like...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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YM Banger[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Ok I'm leanin' to the left, flag in my right pocket
Star Trek fly, unidentified flying objects
Extraterrestrial, I'm all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack and you niggas is crack addicts
It's simple mathematics; you cut the check
And I rake in the green like I'm rakin' the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near faint when they passin'
Call my whip Martin, but the first name Aston
Potatohead niggas get mashed when I'm spazzin
Think you fuckin' with me? Put your cash in
Nah, I doubt it;
I was young and reckless when P say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
Kill the competition and shower niggas with flowers
This rap shit is ours, Gudda, bitch~!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace
Black clothes, black tennis', black semi'
I've never sat in the Hemi, that will offend me
Try Maybach or Maybach, bitch I got stacks
Yeah, Paychecks on paychecks and I still want payback
I still don't play that, I kill on ASAP
And we don't do shit but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they runnin' your way
YM, Young Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of y'all say you want drama? I'm honored
I blitz yo' ass like a mothafuckin' lineman
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red like an old 49er
Fuck shittin' on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby, bitch I'm hotter than Uganda
Uggh!
[Verse 3: Jae Millz]
Let-let go
Mo-momma ain't make me to make homies, she made me to make history
So doin that my extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy and my target is the industry
Two things in the world I love - good head and victory
You ain't doin' it big, I'm grown, stop kiddin me
Your whip ain't up to date and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Kathy Bates
Come at me sideways my money'll slap you straight
Yeah, I'm a big joker so you know I'll smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl send her home with a ashy face
Love is a gamble, but it's my casino
And tonight you're the loser, I hope she got Aveno
I hope the game got life insurance cause I'mma kill it
And all you whack ass rap niggas dyin with it
I'm so Harlem, eatin but still starvin'
Po-pockets fat as fuck like all they do is eat margarine
Millz!

[Verse 4: Tyga]
Say, put the flow
Say, put the flow in the pot, crank up the notch
Burn the song from a stove top, this finger lickin hot
His pick flip cause the nigga flopped
My shit hit like the pitch was soft, niggas cottonballed
She dropped drawers cause she poppin off
Her pussy crossed guard but, I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the fuckin law
Her baby daddy gone, who wanna meet the Don?
That Rocky shit up on the arm-arm
Shittin on 'em like hay in the barn
Hey wait they say Money talks and, man you don't speak at all
You shop at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up like using analogs
Ha ha~! I wreck shit for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, Saan vision
Eyeball you niggas, flame flicker
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Peanut Butter[Intro]
New loot, yeah
New loot, yeah, new loot, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
New loot, uh, paid off
'Cause I know these niggas ain't gettin' real money
I know them niggas ain't gon' die for you
I know these niggas ain't gon' kill nothin'
I know these bitches ain't gon' live for me
Now I'm wifed up, these hoes ain't hearin' from me
Eyes wide shut, these hoes ain't see it comin'
I'ma go nuts on these hoes, drip peanut butter

[Verse]
Love you Rabbit, hе ain't make it home
For the Patеk, we'll take your arm
Drug habit, need to take it easy
'Cause if she lose daddy, she gon' take it hard
Rated R, AR-15, work it like a street team with an A&R
Empty the magazine, all the pages fall
By the time I leave, you done read them all
P-E-R-C, yeah
Percocet got a nigga percolatin', pussy ass, nigga
Perpetrating and impersonating
Bury those cockroaches I'm the exterminator
Make a nigga eat his own words and regurgitate 'em
Make a nigga see his own blood, start urinating
Blood gang, blood, like blood, we be circulatin'
Pow, in the morning, leave ‘em lookin’ like turkey bacon
I'ma keep the chopper shined up, like a turkey, glazed it
Codeine got us lookin' like turtles racing
Purple drank, weed, and heart; I’m a purple racist
I'm with the perfect bitch lookin' for her replacement
With a curvy bitch cummin’ ‘round her curves, I'm racin'
The Cartier watch, it deserve the bracelet
From the School of Hard Knocks, I’m a murder major
My bitch tongue twisted, sperm tornado
Tell you that they lyin'
That they sayin' that they see me
Niggas just blind to the fact, no 3D
Damn, but the diamonds I'm wearing look HD
Panoramic Plasma, big screen
Man on fire, 500 degrees
Lambo' fire, beep-beep
Way too hot, don't bother to reach me
Rest in peace, Mamba and Gigi, facts
Trippy ass nigga, Always trippin' but I never fall
Them bitch ass lil' niggas say they got your back
Your back against the wall
I'm a rich ass lil' nigga, I get bag
After bag, after bag, yeah, I ball
Shots hit the back of his skull
She put his head in her hands, it dissolve
I might just bring her lil' ass in the stall
Break her lil’ ass like the laws
Then take her lil’ ass to my dawgs
Then they treat her ass like a dog
Then they feed her ass to the dogs
That Draco attached to me arm, and that ho long as a baton
Canseco, my bat in my arms
I spray, leave your ass on the lawn, then take all your cash and your coins
That bitch went from Louis Vuitton to DC, DG
From Christian Dior back to BEBE
She be mad at slime 'cause I really got hoes
Bad bitches postin’ all these pictures of me
Lotta hoes on the side, right up under her nose
She say, just don’t put these hoes above me
Vroom-vroom, skrrt, take off, new juice, yeah
Straight sauce, pyoom-pyoom, damn, Egg-nog
Head, arm, leg, leg, arm
[Chorus]
New loot, yeah, paid off
'Cause I know these niggas ain't gettin' real money
I know them niggas ain't gon' die for you
I know these niggas ain't gon' kill nothin'
I know these bitches ain't gon' live for me
Wifed up now, these hoes ain't hearin' from me
Eyes wide shut, these hoes ain't see it comin'
I'ma go nuts on these hoes, drip peanut butter, yeah
No Ceilings

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah-yeah
That bitch went from Louis Vuitton to BC-BG
From Christian Dior back to BEBE, bitch

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
This shit right here crazy
Nah, this shit crazy
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Act a Ass[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass with it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass with it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass with it

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
You know them hoes love Weezy, say he cute, small, long hair, big dick
Weezy bring to y'all, don't y'all lip quit
Put your lips on this dick, let me get on some livin'
Spit all over ya chin, Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em, later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be fuckin' the squad
I ain't got no loves for broads, I ducks and dodge
I grab 'em on their butts and all
She fucks my dog, slut sucks nuts and all, and nothin' small
This dick make 'em hit the floor and touch the wall
Call my hoes defensive linemen, cause they rush the balls
Let Weezy bust they jaws (blurrrpp)
Never have no picks and chooses, I hits and lose 'em
And go to the hotel and switch for ruggy
Like a hot, spicy, fire, project girl to thug with me
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck wit me

[Chorus: Lil Wayne, B.G & Both]
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot, make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall ho
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it
A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, start buggin and
And bungee jumpin'
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta bend ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
[Verse 2: B.G]
That's right, act a fool bitch, do what you do, ho
After I finish, don't get up, gotta let Weezy go
You get your props your pussy fire, girl you a pro
So when I'm speakin' I'm creepin' and come get some mo'
You better recognize, you better realize
This is the nigga Geezy, I ain't nothin' nice
Love when you reach out, grab, stuff it straight your mouth
Start suckin 'til that middle come out
Ride me (ride me), put that dick inside you (inside you)
After that wiggle your ass gimmie that loose-loose
I'm a donkey, better yet a veteran
At the same time I can fuck you and your best friend
The Number 1 Stunna, Baby he raised me
Pumped in my head - never let a bitch play me
Always get the clique, make you fuck 'em all
Wrap a chain 'round ya neck and walk it like a dog

[Chorus: Lil Wayne, B.G & Both]
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot, make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall ho
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it
A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, start buggin and
And bungee jumpin'
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta bend ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
See me, Lil Wayne I put that dick down, biznites can't even walk, can't even sit down
Wipe your mouth off and let me hit now
That Rum got me feelin' real good
The dick hard like real wood
I put it in slow and work it real good
This Lil nigga have a lot a sex, so do me slow, get out the Prada dress
I Come when you wanted to like private jets
I'm on blast ma', why you take it slower than its fast time
Flip ya back over, make that ass right
Weezy make ya suck it then taste, that's how the pimp play
Make her friend eat me and this bitch up like shrimp plates
Bouncing in the club rollin' on X, eyes pitch black
I got 2 more 'nites is you wit that
Fuck it let's go, we pop a bottle of the Moe'
Drop the top part of the 'Dro
Later on I'm touchin' the throat, bad wit it
Where them hot girls that like that nasty shit
Make them act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it

[Chorus: Lil Wayne, B.G & Both]
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot, make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall ho
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it
A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, start buggin and
And bungee jumpin'
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta bend ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m a Ridah[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Holla at ya boy its Weezy Baby
They label me a problem and I probably am so I dont knock em
I pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers
With an ol' school bitch, she got on door knockers
And she knock on your door for that raw partner
Hollygrove Wayne, that boy a monster
Jacked for a Mazda come back in Mase-rati
Like how he? Why he? Cause I be
Moving through the city like an I.V
Tryna be monogamous but I got bitches on my dick
Like I'm the shit cause I'm the shit
So I only promise this: to my little girl I will give you the world
And to my unborn I'm tryna reason with ya moms so
If I'm not with her when you get here, its already clear
Yeah, and for their sake I'm a ball every year
I'm a pause every tear
And tattoo it on my face
Niggas know, that I got that black music on my waist
Make me put it to your ear and get that b-b-b-b-bass
Bluka bluka to ya face, closed casket
Mama can't remember shit but last saturday, what a tragedy
Flowers for the family
Powder in my nap sack
Running through the projects, tryna get a stack back
I got my SK bout to get my MAC back to pap pap at niggas who yap yap
Yup yup! and I rep that 17 hard, you know
'til a nigga ain't nothing but tomb quotes
Raw Tune, who you know go harder than dude
See these is the clues, part of my shoes
I bleed with them dudes I'm part of the crew
Don't move cause you right in the route of the gun mouth
When it talk, you know what come out- barreltone
Nigga y-y-young Wayne from out Carrollton
Yeah, I got my eyes on the sparrow
Though my path is narrow, my angels are shadows
I saddled up, and get the fucking battle
Automatics up, like nigga fuck whoever
You touch and reach, you get fucking bleached
Above the law niggas put you underneath
You call the law nigga? You fucking leech!
You Saved by the Bell, you fucking Screech
My bucket screech through the streets like a R&B singer
You ain't pimping until you fuck a R&B singer
I walked in this building with all these bangers
And all these niggas look like targets to me
What's a drought to you may be a bargain to me
Cause I just may be sitting on a carton of Ki's
I got important people thats trying to market me
So I'm gon' stop talking 'bout the white, Sike!
I know I'm not walking without a fight
So I'm swinging with all my might
We can go all night
I'm a blow all day, and I'm a blow all night
Do a verse today and do a show tonight!
Fuck a ho today, and fuck a ho tonight!
Im' a live my life like there's no tonight
I might go tonight so mama pray don't cry
Cause your prayers maybe working, mama they gon' try
Yeah,and we rock to the same lullaby
Nigga I got 10, nigga I got 5
I hope you got yours, cause nigga I got mine
I'm goin for the green bitch, Its popeye time
So I can be a paid nigga, and make that tomb stone say "I'm a made nigga"
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Never Get It[Lil Wayne]
Hat to the front
Lookin' like I'm lightin' up a bat for a blunt
I'm stickin' to the script, tryna kick it like a punt
My life is like a movie and I do my own stunts
I'm the Birdman Jr., call me young Baby
Coulda been a killer but Cash Money saved me
Remember I was little but the cash money made me
Big dog bitch, no tramp, no lady
Young ass nigga had a thing for old ladies
But as I got older I began to like 'em younger
To heavens where I brung her, My wing she was under
She said "Daddy they, daddy they, daddy they, daddy they
Daddy they can't do it like you can"
I get chips like Vegas and I am not blue man
Too much ice on my wrist and now I got a blue hand
And if I sing Prostitute she gon' need some new pants
And if I sing Pussy Monster she gon' need a new man
Hello world, I would you all to meet me, her new man
I vow to stay on top of my Somers like Suzanne
And I hustle everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I'm hustlin', fillin' up my cup again
Wit that purple stuff again, I can't get enough of it
Point me in the direction of a swisher and I'm stuffin' it
With that purple stuff again, I'm on some same color shit
After you do Wayne, it's time to do Wayne's brothers bitch
I get money like a fuckin' Wayans brother bitch
I get good with Gorillas and stay away from the rattlesnakes
And the jakes, and the fake, and the hate
Interstate 10, no cops in sight
And I'm coming back with a whole flock tonight
Lord, don't let me get stopped tonight
Or I'mma have to shoot it out with the cops tonight
I swear, and tell the jack boys not tonight
Cause I ain't 'N Sync, but I will Pop tonight
Yeah, that's right, if you ain't got that price
Then go thataway, not a way we can even negotiate
Big money heavyweight, on my way to Heaven's Gate
So if that be them open gates, flow so appropriate
Don't associate me with the bullshit
One wish, I wish a motherfucker would trip
Like a engine, I come from under the hood bitch
But now a nigga gettin' paper like a booklet
They ain't help me with it, but I took it
And now they never get it, never get it, never get it, never get it
Never get it back, yeah that's my word
"Bling-Bling" in the dictionary, yeah that's my word
And for me Ja Rule made it just like Irv
Sometimes I still go through the hood just to kiss my curb
Cause I love that block nigga, Eagle and Apple
Old G's, young G's, leaders and barrels
But God found me like a needle in a barrel
And I'm so ready for war cause I'm a Jesus for the battle
Money on my mind, that's all I think of
Married to the game, never takin my ring off
M.O.B., yeah that's my theme song
Smokin' two L's, rockin' bells like ding-dong
Haha, yeah I got my wings on
Flyer than the rest, I don't rest I keep goin
I just I-G-nore 'em
Like anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway
Anyway it goes, I'mma get gold
And I could see the top, the way I'm climbin this pole
A nigga with the flu ain't rhyming this cold
And nigga I'm hotter than a "fire in the hole"
Steppin' out my shower like a lion in a robe
Eyin' these hoes, iron in my hol-ster
Surp, purp, sure
Let's elevate and get away, accelerate and never hate
Dedicate this, to the blue eyes and blonde hair
I'm on top of my green like a lawn chair
Don't worry, I'm straight like arm hair
Don't worry, I'm straight like combed hair
This world fucked my Pops and I was born here
From the cell to a jet, call it Con-Air
I told my niggas that we would see
Better days yesterday, and today is a better day
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Nigga Wit Money[Hook]
Work on the kitchen table
Where the bags at
Work on the kitchen table
Where the bags at
Work on the kitchen table
Where the bags at
Work, work
I'm a nigga with money
I'm a nigga with money
I'm a nigga with money
And I don't love that bitch
I tell her; bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, make me rich
I'm a nigga with money
And I don't love that bitch

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Backpack
Full of stacks
All the bitches love me
Don't compare me
To these rappers
I'm on a different budget
I ain't even gotta practice
Never getting rusty
No I ain't lookin down
But I see no one above me
The paper bag brown, wit dirty green money
The bank account good, full of clean money
Fuck chain money
I blow ring money
I got that motherfuckin never-see-the-bank money
Magazine money
Do a spread on me
And you can turn your back, but never turn the Feds on me
Read the note attached: We got ya lil homey
We need bread homey, or that's ya dead homey
I'm like a Corleone, meet the fucking mob
I can get you whacked, or give your ass a job
Weezy F B
I holla CMB
Coca Cola classic, caffeine free
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Stop playing with me, stop playing with me bitch
Stop playing with me, stop playing with me bitch
I'm a cash money stunner on my 14th summer
Dick a bitch down and take everything from her
Now run to the kitchen, I ain't hungry, I ate
Bitch put 36 O's on my plate
See my pa was cooking slabs while my mom was cooking dinner
See my momma is a chef and my daddy was a dealer
Grandaddy was a dealer and my auntie is a killer
I hope she know I love her, pray the pigs never get her
My brother still a baby, and my uncle kinda raised me
Y'all pray for his wife, cause that cancer shit is crazy
And my daughter's so smart that it scares me
Her mother is an angel, she's always there for me
And me, I'm just wild; I think I need therapy
Because I'm going after that money, no matter where it be

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Start This Shit Off Right (Demo)*[Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne]
We gon' start this shit off right
We got some bad ass bitches in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right
We got some bad ass bitches in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right
We got some bad ass bitches in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right
We got some bad ass bitches in my house tonight

[Post-Chorus: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne]
We got some bad ass bitches, bad ass bitches
Them bitches outside is some sad ass bitches
I know (Leggo, leggo, leggo)
And I know, I know
We got some bad ass bitches, bad ass bitches
Them bitches outside is some sad ass bitches
I know (Leggo, leggo, leggo)
And I know, I know (I know, I know, I know)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, Mannie Fresh & Christina Milian]
Yeah, just a watch and a mink coat (Yeah)
Even my biatch got a mink coat
Yeah, her pink purse match her pink toes
Let them hoes knock, we don't check the peephole
Yeah, just a watch and a mink coat
Say she love me long time like Chinese, ho
Yeah, her pink purse match flamingo
And when the water get too hot, I got a steamboat
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Told my doctor, "Don't prescribe no placebo"
I'm cooking raw, crack house like a Bistro
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Everybody throw a five, Carter Cinco
Thank you, Tune, it's been too dry and not a drink, oh
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Save us from all the monotony, our hero
When I die, please bury me in street clothes
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Slap the piss out a nigga like a P.O
Bad bitches in this bitch, but I ain't seen yours
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh)
Bad bitches in this bitch, but I ain't seen you
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh)
Pretty girl I want my third leg between yours
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh)
Yeah, bad ass dog by the screen door
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh)
And I'm walking 'round the house wearing nothing but a watch and a mink coat
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Yeah, now who gon' tell me something?
Nigga what, nigga huh? She don't tell me, "No"
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Woo, and she let me do whatever
But I just let her know, bitch, you better know
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Yeah, everybody throw a five
Throw a five, Carter Cinco
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) This my last hoorah, so let me hear, "Hooray"
But before I'm finito
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Christina Milian]
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) We gon' start this shit off right
We got bad ass bitches in the house tonight
(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Start this shit off right
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Drive Bys[Verse 1: Yaj]
Yeah, I'm off a bar, they want me out of here (Boom)
My heater gon' air out the opposite (Boom)
On the block with my ice, still rockin' it (Yes)
While she silenced, the girl put a sock in it (Woah)
I got hitters and killers, they arsonists
I got drugs, I'm a street pharmacist
He a rat, the Glock must be arsenic
Whip the pot, I put my whole arm in it, damn
I keep the fuego, they know the style (Yeah)
Corrupt, so they want me to break down (Boom)
If the mafia house a stakeout
Why don't you take out his family and head count
Why would I fuck with these niggas who don't keep it G?
Why I need friеnds? All my partners deceasеd
Been a hot boy, this the demon in me
Back to the block, I got used to the streets

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Pull up, pull out, cut loose, run through
One clip, unclip, new clip, action, part two
Fuck you, who you? You new, you too new to me
I don't do you, do you, D-E-U-C-E
Doom, doom, do shrooms, smoke ooh-la-la, oui, oui, oui
High AF, got a PHD in THC
Don't stunt, don't stunt 'less you got one, not one
I pop one, not one
Look up and thank God 'cause I'm one
Amen, and I've been a man since I can pray, man
And say amen, okay, can I get an amen?
I shake land, never shake hands
No fingerprints, that's stinky stench
Got me thinkin', bitch
What it mean when my trigger finger itch?
Put a ring on it (Woah)
Chopper ring, like freedom, yeah
Put you in the sky, you will never land
Like Peter Pan, you gon' see the man
You gon' need 'em, yeah, huh
I got demons, yeah, blonde, blonde dreads
Black thoughts under this beanie, man
No Beenie Man I'm a thinkin' man
And I've been thinkin', man, what you thinkin', man?
[Chorus: PoppyH]
I'm thinkin' drive by, huh (Drive by)
Walk down, curb side, head shot (Yeah)
I'm thinkin' big racks (Big racks)
Saw it off, chest shot, Mad Max
I'm gon' big dope, I don't need to stress (Woah)
Run it up, I'm 'bout to make it stretch (Woah)
In the trap, I should've never left (Woah)
Watch yourself before we make you next
I'm thinkin' drive by

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I'm thinkin' drive by, yeah
I'm thinkin' fireflies, yeah
I'm thinkin' dragons, young nigga head on fire
Hot head, yeah, gassin', matches, ashes
I'm thinkin' out of the box
Passenger side, I'm hangin' out with a chop
I'ma pull up, like what up?
Baow, baow, baow, what up now, nigga? Baow, baow, huh
I wish a pussy motherfucker would
I let this cookie cutter cut 'em good
I make his cookie crumble 'till I'm full
I chop a nigga family tree to wood, ow
I'm thinkin' Sammy the Bull now
I'm thinkin' family reunions, I'm thinkin' picnics, I'm thinkin' cookouts
Thinkin' full clips for a full house
Piped up on a full tank
Air the whole neighborhood out
My dawgs turn into a wolf gang
Better take off or get took out
AR with a clip on
Hit a nigga dead in the chest, like Saquon with the stiff arm
Damn, I'm thinkin' drive bys (Yeah, yeah), yeah
Walk ups, run downs, kick doors and lay down, yeah
Big guns, no noise, small guns, but they loud, yeah
AK's, MK's, SK's, okay
Pin drop, locate your place, drive by
[Chorus: PoppyH & Lil Wayne]
I'm thinkin' drive by, huh (Drive by)
Walk down, curb side, head shot (Yeah, yeah)
I'm thinkin' big racks (Yeah, yeah)
Saw it off, chest shot, Mad Max (Yeah, yeah)
I'm gon' big dope, I don't need to stress (Yeah, yeah)
Run it up, I'm 'bout to make it stretch (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap, I should've never left (Yeah, yeah)
Watch yourself before we make you next (Yeah)
I'm thinkin' drive by

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Walk down, curb side, head shot
Pull ups, pull up, pull out
Sawed off, chest shot, Mad Max
I'm thinkin' drive by
Walk down, curb side, head shot
Pull ups, pull up, pull out
Sawed off, chest shot, Mad Max
I'm thinkin' drive by

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
Ayy yo', this record right here is called "FL4M3$" by Lil Tune, Lil Wayne's son
The future, young king
Bless up, let's get it
Young Money1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Down & Out (Remix)[Verse 1]
Mommas oldest, dads brightest
But youngin still thugging
What was it that bad guidance
Love him he's God gift
Though they hate I love it
It make me drive faster
They won't catch the F50 Ferrari
I got on Ferrari glasses
Mashing through New Orleans like it's Cali
I'm just trying to keep up with the fashions
Got my music blasting
Televisions flashing
I'm watching The Passion
Me I get my hot box game up when I flame up
Shame lil niggas at the red light change up
See everyone was around when I was down
Now it's lonely at the top since I came up
Look up, they trying to look me up and hook up look
I ain't got a nose for your boogers I'm sugar
That mean I'm good, if you is I'm gooder
Should of would of could of but you didn't cocksucker
This is that old south I'm talking with that old slang
Pushing that new thing, shitting on my old hoes
Pissing off my old homies
The game is fair but it's cold get your winter garments
Still can't warm it
See I'm a break from the norm
My LA girls they say I’m so bomb, they eat tofu
The 40/40 on a special day
Them cheap niggas I'll still slide 500 to Desiree
I talk shit and I don't never hate
Cause I would forklift whoever face
See I ain't rich yet
Oh but I'm ballin now and that get your bitch wet
We just trying to see how many dicks she can bench press
See I'm a business
Dogs I’m a bitchness
I ain't a rest haven I let the rest save them
Mack Maine hit me with the trap game
Now I'm having second thoughts about the fucking rap game
Hold up
[Verse 2]
Tez
Please get on my schedule let them know that I'm open
Pick a day when I'm free and put “beef”
C'mon, let them know I'm hoping they tripping
We could get it in motion you get to know physics
Leaving them in the ocean with pistols dripping
With all these bannana clips and we ain't slipping
Foggy behind the tints, good grief
So you blow o's of the leaf I blow a wreathe
Sheesh, Great Scott, is he a theif?
It seems like he got a mouth full of gold teeth
Chyea, shout out to Cee Lo Green
Young money we know green
Spitta say you no crazy
We got shit that you don't need
That's my nigga he fly, so now he keep me fly
And all the talk in the streets bout us is we be fly
My bitch be asking why I don't go suit and tie
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LuvShout out to all my niggas
You already know
T.I, you heard me
T streets, you heard me
My nigga few
My nigga my little brudda Marley G, shout out capo
Shout out hot, you heard me
You already know we got shout out Mack we got shout out poe
You already know, shout out young Dare
Young Jean, we in the building
Yeah baby, young Carlie, yeah baby
…
Shout out A, shout out Jim and kick your f*cking ass
Russian Intelligence ..
Man, shout out my nigga R Jay!
Shout out RJ. We got 7 maybachs outside
Oh bang are we live?
Oh Mike banger are we live?
Ayo, nigga
Shout out Detail
Hey baby!

Remember?
And yeah man, shout out my family
And all that and you already know I keep the personal in private
You know, like I said D5, what up 5?
And every time I say what up 5 on this mixtape
Let me know what I mean by that
I’m hollerin at my pops, you already know the number one five star, number one stunner
What up 5? I like you nigga
What up Jane? Shout out Jane!
Shout out Los, shout out Cop, shout out Lil B
Shout out K, hear me hey real
All my kids, everybody else
You already know
Luv
What up 5?
You mean shout out Devona
You already do that? Or T, do you already shout out Devona?
Terror, terror boys ..
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So GoneShut Up!

[Hook: Johnny Julianno]
Who am I, I'm doing mine
Gave me the chance; I won't letcha go
I wanna be more than just sexual
But every time I'm so gone
Gone -on -on , soo gone
Cause you gone, it's forever now

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Young Mula Baby
I'm a blood, I'm a pro, I'm a G
In a different world, outerspace with a freak
But that don't mean Neptune on the beat
Cause its Nu Jerzey Devil from Black Wall Street
Weezy F baby from Young Money baby
Like the Easter bunny, baby wanted my candy
So I gave her my lollipop then she made her body pop
Then that made me kinda hot
I'm lying that made me sauna hot
But please stop sweatin on me, women scream "get in me"
And what do I do I get in 'em , I put on my boots and I step in 'em
Right left in em Mr. Excedrin
Head all the time, it may sound crazy but I got head on my mind
Lay it on the line or just lay on young Carter!
And yeah I hear you screaming but my name ain't harder!
Girl I'm nasty I do my thing and have you calling for me like Lassie
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Nu Jersey Devil]
I'mma flirt man I really don't care
I tell the women whatever they wann hear
Mommy I'm balling I'm so sincere
Is that your home girl sitting right there
She can be my monday
You can be my tuesday
After shorty done I can squeeze ya'll in today
Three is not a crowd I don't care what you say
My women come in twos like shoes with a cute face!
My girl gotta girlfriend, her girl gotta girlfriend
Bring her to the crib I'm a show you how I work it
Little man in the boat here come the serpeants
Slide your body down the pole and let me see you twerk it
I'm with my thursday junk she a real freak
A hundred grand fitting right up in her butt cheek
Mrs friday go easy cause she just learnin
But saturday be having mr devil's toes curlin

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Drag ’Em[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
Young Money, Gudda Gudda
Let's get it!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
You know that yopper yop, it really yop
And when your body drop, I skip and hop (Hop)
Red laser beam (Yeah), put your face on beam (Yeah)
All this syrup, all these trees, call me maple leaf
Hollygrove, nigga, solid gold, nigga
Ice, ice, baby chilling, hockey froze, nigga
Play your role, nigga, play your role, bitches
I'm in the ceiling looking like a pot of gold, bitches
You know that yopper yop (Yeah), it really yop (Yeah)
I got he street sweeper (Yeah), and need a mop (Need a mug)
I'm not a peacekeeper (No), I'm really not (Yeah, yеah)
I told a heat seeker, it's getting hot (Yеah)

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
New baguettes is on my neck, it's from the goat what you expect, woah
I ain't fly cripping but I'm fly, diamonds jet blue
Look at how we crept through, dollars like Creflo
I can let the TEC go, turn him to a vegetable
Mula game, next to blow up, here to ball, we said before
We about to set it, I install the blaze and set the fire
Pressure, that's what we applying
Add some more, make some diamonds
There's a time for everything and you can't time perfect timing
Coke from Medellin, you won’t find nothing purer
Now just steps on the brick, all white like the Fuhrer
Middle fingers up to the judge and the jury
If I ever gotta face 'em, do my time, don't make a statement
It's omerta up to the grave
My bro make sure all my kids gravy (That's right)
Young Money the army, better yet the navy
We gon' drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyards
With the note around his neck reading "Bitch, you should've paid me"
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyard
Leave a note around his neck that say "I told you not to flex", ooh
Emerald baguettes, they just explode on my Pateks, ooh
Stripper made a mess, I just exploded on her chest, ooh
Drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyard
Leave a note around his neck, I take his throat up out his neck, ooh
Get it off your chest, ooh, I will never front, no
Chilling on a jet, ooh, I never connect, no
Drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyard
Leave a note around his neck that say his ho and mama next
Leave a note around his neck that say "I told you not to flex"
Leave a note around his neck then take that gold from 'round his neck

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyard
Leave a note around his neck, say the goat around this bitch
Leave a note around his neck, I take his throat up out his neck, ooh
You be talking out your neck, then bitch we going at your neck, yeah

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
One time for all the fans out there, for all the fans worldwide!
You know the love is felt!
Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 3, Young Money!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Kam[Refrain: Kam Carter]
Young, young-young (My daddy from New Orleans)
Young, young-young (My mama from L.A.)
Young, young-young (Shoutout to my sister Reginae)

[Chorus: Kam Carter]
Young Kam Carter, my flow is hotter
Young Kam Carter, my flow is water
Young Kam Carter, my flow is harder
Young Kam Carter, my flow is water
Young Kam Carter, my flow is water
Young Kam Carter, Tunechi my father
Young Kam Carter, my flow is hotter
Young Kam Carter, my flow is water

[Bridge: Kam Carter]
Young Kam Carter and I got a lot to say
My daddy from New Orleans and my mama from L.A.
I drive to the paint like I'm Dr. J
Got a triple-double just the other day
They ask me if I'm Kobe 'cause I hit the fadeaway
Just scored a three-pointer like I'm B-J
Shoutout to my sister Reginae
Goin' so crazy like I'm FaZe Sway

[Chorus: Kam Carter]
Young Kam Carter, my flow is hotter
Young Kam Carter, my flow is water
Young Kam Carter, my flow is harder
Young Kam Carter, my flow is water
Young Kam Carter, my flow is water
Young Kam Carter, Tunechi my father
Young Kam Carter, my flow is hotter
Young Kam Carter, my flow is water
[Refrain: Kam Carter]
Young, young-young (My daddy from New Orleans)
Young, young-young (My mama from L.A.)
Young, young-young (Shoutout to my sister Reginae)

[Bridge: Kam Carter]
Young Kam Carter and I got a lot to say
My daddy from New Orleans and my mama from L.A.
I drive to the paint like I'm Dr. J
Got a triple-double just the other day
They ask me if I'm Kobe 'cause I hit the fadeaway
Just scored a three-pointer like I'm B-J
Shoutout to my sister Reginae
Goin' so crazy like I'm FaZe Sway

[Refrain: Kam Carter]
Young, young-young (My daddy from New Orleans)
Young, young-young (My mama from L.A.)
Young, young-young (Shoutout to my sister Reginae)

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
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Side Bitch[Intro]
Havin' too much fun
Like, too much fun together to just
Ya know?
Everybody gotta have a little fun on the side
Everybody gotta have a little fun on the side

[Hook]
I can't wait until she my bitch
Cause right now I'm just her side bitch
She got a nigga she can ride with
But got the nerve to put me in although that's my dick
Damn...
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Gangsta Shit[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Uh-oh, uh-oh
You know how we do it
Weezy and Petey, baby
Ya'know
This here is 500 Degreez
Holla at 'em dogg

[Verse 1: Petey Pablo]
Cuz I know I ain't dreaming
I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy
Switching it up
Fuck it put them things on the truck
What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up
Hating me kinky licks talking so much
Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking
You want to
You ain't built to squabble with us
I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus
I drink your water up
Cool off I'm leaving with something
They leaving you something crop stolen
An asshole heard it
Hip on purpose
Dre I did what you told me
I been acting like I don't hear ya but that shit been working
Keep me a burner
Poison that I grab in the morning
Cuz I know that that's what's gon hold me down on this earth
A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated
I keep waiting
I hear your name in the papers
[Hook: Lil Wayne & Petey Pablo]
They call me Young Ass Weezy
I'm gon' round up the whole uptown
We gon burn this bitch down to the ground
People understand that you're fucking with some motherfucking soldiers
Crazy-ass Petey
I'mma tell a nigga just like this
If you want it boy you sure can get it
You ain't heard
It's Cash Money and that Carolina nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
They call me Gangsta Gangsta
Weezy, Weezy
Lil Birdman junior
Holla at ya nigga
I fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga
I'mma big pimp I throw a model at you nigga
Squad-ad squad up throw up the motto at you niggas
You can mind up I throw a hollow at you nigga
And I'm so high
No I'm too high
But a little work on a few blocks
And I put a few skirts on a few blocks
If you dirt you feel the burst from a few blocks
Oh lordy there nobody like me shortie
I hold Cash Money myself it's me money
Old cats wants to test come see shortie
I got it all hot it in the pocket I'll pop it
I'm riding in a 'Rarri, but the top is in my pocket
That's Young Weezy Baby
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
You see it's Young Wayne
Game is ashamed and they say he's a pain
He is crazy deranged
Put them blades on his thing
Just like 80 to summer
So, when the sun hit it look like Baby or something
So, when I come through the ladies praise me or something
Like, Weezy's the man
If you be's where he be's then you leaves with a tan
Cuz he's 500 Degreez
I need a fan, whew
Cool me off wipe me down
Daddy is back in town
With the back of my Caddy slanted down
And the MAC goes black if you ask around
Put some hash in that grass that you pass around
Then I stash a pound by my ave with rounds
I'm a gangsta until they put my casket down
You can ask around
And they tell you like me
There ain't nobody like me
It's Weezy Baby
[Hook]

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Ayo see this right here is Young Weezy, nigga
Don't get it tangled and twisted
I'm in the studio right now nigga
With my boy
My nigga Boo in this bitch
My nigga hot boy album ya'know what I mean
500 Degreez
They all riding with ya boy
Fi-Fi
They gotta feel me
Birdman Junior, number one stunna my partner
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Ain’t Got Time (The W. Carter Collection)[Verse 1]
Rolling stocky, kinda brocky on the streets where niggas watch me
If you plotting I'mma prol'ly get to pop at your noggin
I'm a Hollygrove problem, like "Follow me yeah
Come and be my death volunteer,"
That's why I'm here, I come to get that scratch
I done been to jail twice and tell them crackers I ain't never going back, huh?
Rode through the city with the metal on my back, huh?
Gave me a shot and I sent several of 'em back, huh?
Gave me some money, they won't ever get it back now
One million, two million, three million: I'm stacked now
No more crack now, it's in the back for now
Just in case she crack down
I never back down, shit bitch, I might react now
But, 4 million, 5 million, 6 million: I'm that now
Where you at clown? I'm high in the sky
You at ground, so set down you bitch you

[Hook]
Money on my mind, pistol on my side
I make a nigga hide that pride
I ain't got time for you bitches, I'm trying get these riches
Real niggas know that vision
I ain't time for you haters, I'm trying get this paper
Real ladies know that labor
I ain't got time for you snitches, I'm trying get them riches
Real niggas know that vision
[Verse 2]
You motherfuckers know what I'm out here doing
And you ain't gotta buy it, if you not into it
Dope block influenced, blue pale light, scream
I'm on that same ass block letting the bell ring
Looking for the boy, the one in the back
I could get your stomach out of your back
I could make you shit better, this better, than what them selling
They need drugs no penicillin and I'm the medicine man
Yes I am him, yup-yup
Hip-hip, hoo-ray, 20 hard came today
And two large was the pay, and the Coast Guard said it was okay
Bring them barge to the bay
And my bitch looks like a DeBarge so I call her bait
She put packs in her bra, and the keys in the case
If she ever try to skate with the cake, and relocate
I got her social and her birth date, bitch please

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I talk like a hustler, walk like a hustler
Stripper attitude, only money make me move
Dapper dan status, I'm the stunner part two
I got an image to uphold, and my image do, too
I'm off the scrimmage line like Emmitt 2-2
Why would the quarterback give it to you?
I gotta hundred sacks, and a hundred women; French twist
And we don't even talk, we just French kiss, I could never get pinched
I'm rocking like a big pimp
Momma only dated hustlers, so I could only commend them
And never roll with a dummy on your hip
Have the judge giving you a run-on sentence
Never that, I keep the gun on for that business
And when I'm not, I'm at business
See that's that, mad business, peep the simplistics
It's Cash Money, nigga, just live it
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Sum 2 Prove[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne

[Verse]
She give me head, and I her pick her up, put her legs in the air, fuck her but don't kiss
She ain't tryna have babies right now, so she open her mouth, and she perform abortion
I got Euros and Pesos and Franks, but if she ask for money, that bitch speaking foreign
Overseas acting like it's New Orleans, I be geeking like Swizzy in Harvard
Businessman, I just walked in the conference, busy man, someone warm me a coffee
Trigger man, I just marked me a target, out the mud, finna walk on your carpet
Label played me and made me a monster, Weezy Baby, no Baby, no sponsor
I'ma stand on the scale with a chopper, what that mean? Bitch, I'm weighing my options
She want Lil Dwayne, I fuck her 'til she came, she cum first, she cum second, and, bae, I'm gon' always cum last
I'ma cum all on your ass, got that shit looking like art on your ass
I give her an inch, she gon' take the whole nine, her pussy lips grin, I'ma make them hoes smile
Bust on her titties, her face, and her eyes, I bust a nut to the back of her throat, and it come out her nose like snot
She say "Do I look crazy?" I say "You look exotic"
You finna fuck me all day off the molly, I'm finna fuck you all night off the drink
I was all in that pussy, so you know what happened, you catch an orgasm like I catch a case
Eating that pussy, she squeezing her thighs, I say, "I need some breathing room, can't feel my face"
Peep all the moves I be making when I'm in that pussy, she gotta love when I vibrate
Watching my rubber, I know if it slip off inside of that pussy she gon' try to save it
All these red flags, now that hoe got rosacea, she on that black bottle Bumbu, no chaser
I'm tryna get outta here and go taste it, and give that bitch right back to you outta flavor, No Ceilings
Diamonds on deep freeze, ice cubes like Dr. Dre, Eazy
N.W.A, that New Watch Attitude, got bitches, they ain't got attitudes
I'm missing a whole lot of my screws, but she just want my screwdriver, that's bool with me
Told her don't screw it up if you screw with me, 'cause, bitch, I buss a nut, take my tools then leave, where is my hard head?
Lasagna, linguini, fettuccini, pastrami, panini
I order a hit like I'm ordering food, and I feel like a fork and a spoon
Elephant, I just walked in the room, can't forget how to make 'em remember me
Came in your bitch, told her that's a gift from me, since she all under me like a Christmas tree
Slippery like designers in Fiji, it's so wet up inside her bikini, it’s a water balloon
I'ma bust the balloon, look like I made her cum a monsoon
If it ain't, I just jumped in the pool, she say "Put on your life vest and swim in me"
I said "I'm 'bout to cum", she said, "Gimme me all of this sperm, you bring out the kid in me," gotta be kidding me
Diamonds on bling-bling, ooh, my wrist and my collar, my teeth bling, ooh
My ring finger shining like E.T., ooh, she sinking behind and beneath me
Oh, I started from the bottom like seaweed, oh, mentally, physically, literally
It's a conspiracy, really, 'cause lyrically, y'all can't be serious, seriously
No Ceilings 3, Mula
[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
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Help![Hook: The Beatles]
Help! Help!
Help, I need somebody
Help, not just anybody
Help, you know I need someone
Help! Help!
Help, I need somebody
Help, not just anybody
Help, you know I need someone
Help! Help!

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
So sick, need a doc, yes
A creature, monster like the Loch Ness
I gets hotter by the toc, when I sizzle to death
I just tell the clock, "Give me a sec"
In the middle of the war where my enemy at
I'm running this shit like Eric Bieniemy back
Cause every time I hit a track, I'm like an energy pack
The instruments are crying out, "Where the sympathy at?"
I attack before you begin to react
I'm from the dirt where the Beatles and John Lennon be at
And now these niggas looking yellow like a penalty flag
It's Weezy baby with this hustle 'til infinity, yeah
Like somebody let the dog out the kennel and ran
Whoever did it was a very smart women or man
Cause I'm coming like the stomp of every marching band
I need y'all to arch your hands and pray for me
I need
[Hook: The Beatles]
Help, I need somebody
Help, not just anybody
Help, you know I need someone
Help! Help!
Help, I need somebody
Help, not just anybody
Help, you know I need someone
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Everything[Intro]
I know, I know
Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father, nigga
Rabbit nigga, y'all excuse the expressions

[Verse 1]
What it be like up there baby boy, ay this here ya son hollerin at ya
I miss the shit out ya, it's hard to be without ya
But I know you watchin, peepin down on how I'm livin
Ay, tell Jesus I said thanks for the blessings he sendin
Please ask him to forgive me for the sins I commit
Just let him know I'm still young and at risk
Say, I'll never forget the time that you caught me smokin herb in the house
I was dead wrong, I deserved to get out
But you just talked it over with my mom and got it situated in due time
Told me get the paper instead of high
So now I take that advice and shed light over my whole life dog
I wanted to be just like you my whole life dog
I can't believe them niggas stole ya, that shit's pain to me
But don't trip, I hold you down, you still remain through me
And dog I know I can't see you but I bet that you smilin
And I'm a make you even happier, I promise

[Chorus]
I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know
But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know
But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep
But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog
I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know
But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know
But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep
But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog
[Verse 2]
I know you see my daughter growin up and bad as ever
But she cool cause she do whatever daddy tell her
And your wife, she's still the most wonderful woman
I just built her a new house, she ain't runnin from nothin
B and Slim, them niggas still love me like they own child
Ms. Rose nerves get bad, but still she gon' smile
And me I'm on some squad shit and some debate it
But I know they love it way more than they hate it
And I know you probably laughin at the way I treat these hoes and these
Bitches
I try love 'em, my BM be trippin
But Rabbit, you know one thing, I got the game from you, every perspective
That's why I keep the gun at close connection for protection
And you see I left school behind and chose CMB
It was impossible on the road every week, but I know enough
And I follow by everything you ever told me, think wisely
Watch over me my nigga, just guide me

[Chorus]
I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know
But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know
But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep
But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog
I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know
But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know
But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep
But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog
[Verse 3]
I swear to you man, at some times I really wish I was with you
Cause I get fed up with this life and I miss you
Somebody pass me a tissue, and let me wipe the tears from my eyes
Yeah, nigga I cried, it's cause I loved you dog
I promise I won't ever put nothin above you dog
So I live my life in dedication of you dog
I know you see me happy on the outside and hurt within
Make me wanna grab that gun and burst again
But I know they got a reason why I'm here
And I know they got a reason why you gone
And therefore, I'm succeedin on my own
But you ain't never left me, nigga, you still dwell in my heart
I can't forget you kept it real from the start
And until my last breath I exhale, I'm a keep you with me
And when we do meet again, I'm a keep you with me
And tell them niggas Pac, B.I.G. and Pun I said "thay's my peoples"
Watch over me nigga 'til I see you

[Chorus]
I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know
But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know
But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep
But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog
I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know
But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know
[Outro]
I know I can't be close to you (dog)
I know you watching over me dog
But the shit's that it hurt and burn deep
Its alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog
Rabbit, nigga, its your son
I'm down in your hole and your down
You see Cita straight, mom straight
Your mom straight, I mean everything going right
B and Slim nigga, is the realist niggas I ever met dog
And plus now I'm on some squad shit
My niggas, they keep it real with me
I keep it real with them
My little girl growning beutiful as ever man
You need to see her dog, she bad though man
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IDKWhat's happenin
Yeaah, Yeah, Yeah!
What's poppin yall (x2)
It's Tunechi Lee in this motherfucka (Tunechi)
This mixtape is called Sorry 4 the Wait
(sorry for the wait)
Carter 4 comin soon August 29th (Ceebo?)

But in the meantime in between time I'm sorry for the wait
I know I promised a whole lotta dates so I'm sorry for the wait
I know you all have been patiently waiting (uhuh)
Well I hope you all have been patiently waiting (uhuh)
(Yeah) cuz I am sorry for the wait
I hope my apology is accepted (ay ay ay) just as well as ma music is

I'm the best! But onto anotha subject
What yall been doin?
I been chillen like a mothafucka uhuh yeah
My children gettin older uhuh yeah
My bitches gettin colder (shoutout Detail)
(Yo Menace what's poppin)
Ma money gettin olda (Jay rock) uh yeah
Got dat new money too though shawty

But nuttin betta then that old money (everybody on the tour wit me)
You see (211) shoutout to ma homies (as always)
Fe Fe what it is
T-street what it is
Lil T what it is
Du Fute what it is
Raw Dia I see you Lil Thugga I see ya Lil Flow I see ya
I like to say thank you to the people who helped me with this mixtape
My nigga Mike Banger (Oh)
Raw Dia (oh)
Lil Thugga (oh)
Lil Flow (oh)
I thank you (x2)
I thank you believe that
I thank you believe that
I thank you
Shout out to my nigga Mack Maine (I thank you)
Shout out to my nigga Lil Twist (I thank you)
Shout out to my nigga T street
Shout out to my nigga Fido (yeah)
Shout out to my nigga Lil Twist
Shout out to my nigga Lil Chuckee
I know I said Lil Twist alredy but fuck it
Shout out to my girl Shanell
Shout out to Nicki Minaj (yeah)
Shout out to my nigga Lil Drizzy (uhuh)
Shout out all yall
Shout out Lil Tyga Tyga (Birdman)
Shout out dog uh
Fuzee Baby!
Fuzee

Hit a bitch with a car bomb (ay) x3
Uuuhh
Are you kidding nigga ?
Vp James what's poppin
Ari (you know brooklyn )
Yeah are here are yu kidding nigga
Shoutout EO
Shoutout my nigga Jason
Steady j rounds as a kill these niggas yeh
Shoutout ....
Marisa
Ms nicki minaj
Shoutout to all the people who hold me down during them 8 months
Everybody all the fans I can't do nuttin wit out yu I sware to god
When I look in the mirror I don't see ma self I see yall
That's what I live for I live for yall I did this for yall
And if yall don't want me to do it no more then I won't
That I mean
Young money
Shoutout to ma...
(Too much talking at the same time )
Be looking for the carter 4 august 29th coming soon
I'm sorry for the wait
Just wanna make up for the time ya digg
Shoutout my nigga Drizzy gotta new album coming
Tyga Tyga Lil Twist and Shanelle Coming
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Hollywood[Chorus: Young Carter]
I just flew to Hollywood
Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks)
Just like DaBaby, they Suge
I made money, you made books
I just flew to Hollywood
Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks)
Just like DaBaby, they Suge
I made money, you made books
They just mad 'cause they broke
They know I'm the G.O.A.T.
Ice on my wrist like, woah (Ice, ice)
My dreadlocks hang low
Shoutout to my bros
Your girl call me Naruto
Goku, Super Saiyan, yo
Now call your girl Amber Rose

[Verse 1: Young Carter]
I'm takin' off like a spaceship
All these kids be hatin'
I float on this beat like I'm Jason
That girl emo, call her Raven
In a fast car, I'm racin' (Vroom)
All you rappers clout chasin'
Why are people so racist?
BLM every day, man
Pray to God, say, "Amen"
That dude so old, call him a caveman
But I'm gettin' to school with the cavemen
I steal your girl, now she's my baby
I'm countin' these racks on the daily
I stay lit, I go crazy
Y'all rappers sound like babies
Y'all just look like the candy, cry babies
Prayer hands, yeah, I look up to God
2020 is the worst year so far (It's bad)
I might take your girl to the moon and the stars, yeah
[Chorus: Young Carter]
I just flew to Hollywood
Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks)
Just like DaBaby, they Suge
I made money, you made books
I just flew to Hollywood
Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks)
Just like DaBaby, they Suge
I made money, you made books
They just mad 'cause they broke
They know I'm the G.O.A.T. (The G.O.A.T.)
Ice on my wrist like, woah (Ice, ice)
My dreadlocks hang low (Low)
Shoutout to my bros (My bros)
Your girl call me Naruto (Naruto)
Goku, Super Saiyan, yo (Yeah)
Now call your girl Amber Rose

[Verse 2: Young Carter]
Gucci, Louis, Prada (Gucci)
My rap name is Young Carter
You's my son, your father (Father)
I'm datin' your dad's daughter (Mhm)
My ice splash like water (Ice)
The new Jordans, I'ma cop 'em
I'm rockin' all Balenciaga
R.I.P. Kobe, Black Mamba
This is Joe, Joe who? Joe mama
This is not Lil Wayne but it's the Carter
Shoutout to my sister Reginae Carter (Reginae)
Shoutout to my brother Dwayne Carter (Dwayne)
Shoutout to my brother Kameron Carter (Kameron)
That's my niece but shoutout to my father (Father)
No one could beat me, I'm fire
This song is heat, I might start a fire
You are a baby, yeah, you need a diaper, yeah (Wah, wah)
You are a baby, yeah, you need a diaper, yeah (Wah, wah, wah)
[Chorus: Young Carter]
I just flew to Hollywood
Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks)
Just like DaBaby, they Suge
I made money, you made books
I just flew to Hollywood
Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks)
Just like DaBaby, they Suge
I made money, you made books
They just mad 'cause they broke (They broke)
They know I'm the G.O.A.T. (I'm the G.O.A.T.)
Ice on my wrist like, woah (Woah)
My dreadlocks hang low (Low)
Shoutout to my bros (Bros)
Your girl call me Naruto (Naruto)
Goku, Super Saiyan, yo (Yeah)
I call your girl Amber Rose (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Young Carter]
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I Gotta Feeling[Into: Lil Wayne]
No ceilings
Haaa, yeah!

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Party on the beach
P-Party on the beach
Party animal, they done let me off the leash
I got my weed from the west
My pills from the east
And two bottles of Goose, that's Geese

[Hook: Mack Maine]
No ceilings
(No ceilings muthafucka'!)
Tonight's gonna be a good night
Tonight's gonna be a good night
Tonight's gonna be a good good night

No ceilings
Tonight's gonna be a good night
Tonight's gonna be a good night
Tonight's gonna be a good good night

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tonight's the night, I’m high as height
I'm young and restless, I shines my guiding light
And uh, I’m living right, my health alright
My money good and my girl a dyke
Shit, let's live it up, no dying down
Lets shoot the bar, I’ll buy the rounds
I’ll take the shots, I’m bulletproof
Nike just do it, I do what it do
I was drinking 'fore I came
When I got here, I did the same
I don't like beer, I like champagne
So, cheers to Lil Wayne
And if she think she get my number, just hope my number don’t change
Girl stop playing, I got that pussy on a string
Now let’s do it!
[Bridge]
Let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it (No Ceilings)
And do it, and do it, let’s live it up (yeah)
And do it, and do it, and do it, do it, do it (ahaha)
Let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it (Young Mula babbbyyy)

[Hook]
No Ceilings (woo, hah)
Tonight’s gonna be a good night (No Ceilings)
Tonight’s gonna be a good night (motherfucker)
Tonight gonna be a good good night (Young Money)
No Ceilings
Tonight’s gonna be a good night (Now I’m about to really go in)
Tonight’s gonna be a good night (I’m going in!)
Tonight’s gonna be a good good night (Scoob I see you)
No Ceilings

[Verse 2]
Kush got my dutch fat as fuck
Weezy F, I’m bad as luck
I’m already at the top, I'm 'bout to pull the ladder up
Flow crazy, I need a counselor
I’m hip-hop's announcer
I’m in the gun club, do you wanna meet the bouncer?
Been a beast and still I am
Now I rock and still I jam
Few niggas with me got that white girl like Will.I.Am
Look up bitch, ain't no ceilings
See me at the top controlling things
Anybody beat, it's a motherfucking murder scene
I do it
[Hook]

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Apology for Stepping on the American Flag"I didn't step on the flag on purpose! It's a scene in a video where the flag drops behind me and after it drop it's just there as I perform"


"It was never my intention to desecrate the flag of the United States of America. I was shooting a video for a song off my album entitled "God Bless Amerika". The clip that surfaced on the Internet was a camera trick clip that revealed that behind the American Flag was the Hoods of America. In the final edit of the video you will see the flag fall to reveal what is behind it but will never see it on the ground. In most people eyes including my own who were raised in that environment, the Hood is the only America they know and the only America I knew growing up. I was fortunate from my God given talents to escape the Hood and see the other beautiful places this country has to offer but most people who are born in that environment don't get that chance. That's their view of their America. That was Dwayne M Carter from Hollygrove New Orleans view of America. That's who I'm speaking for in this song".4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m Not Human[Produced by Infamous]

[Verse 1]
Re—Re—Reporting from another world
Look up in the sky and see me courting with a cover girl
She know that it's "bye" after I'm through then it's another girl
I can make your wife and your sister fuck your brother girl
Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock
And if this ain't hip-hop, it must be knee-hop
I'm higher than a motherfucking chronic leaf treetop
I make that Nina sing like, "Shooty-do-dee-wop"
You want the facts, Daddy? Well I truly do me, Pop
And I get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop
Still get a stomachache every time I see cops
You better run motherfucker, 'cause we not
Yeah, you bitches better run 'til your feet stop
And I'm so fed up with street cops
I'm colder than a ski shop, I'm holding onto the top
And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop

[Refrain]
I am the rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
[Break]
I am not a human being

[Verse 2]
Hahaha! Rockstar, baby
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw, baby
I can knock your boots and your socks off, baby
Newsflash: your boyfriend a knockoff, baby
Okay, real shit: you can get knocked off, baby
And I'm like a champagne top, I'm ready to pop off, baby
You really lucky I don't kill if it's not for Baby
Got so much money, I can look at the cops all crazy
R—Rockstar shit for my rockstar ass
Got a tub full of money, that's a rockstar bath
Then I use more money to wipe my rockstar ass
Then I throw it in the garbage, that's rockstar trash
I—I wouldn't try you, I wouldn't lie, dude
I must be sticky cause them bitches got they eyes glued
Big B, bitch, I'm so motherfucking Damu
Staring at a mountain like, "Bitch, I will climb you"
I stand tall like I'm motherfucking 9'2"
I scream, "Motherfuck you and whoever designed you"
And if you think you hot, then obviously, you are lied to
And we don't die, we multiply, and then, we come divide you

[Refrain]
I am the rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
[Break]
I—I thank God that I am not basic
I am not a human being

[Verse 3]
I'm rockstar bad
With my rockstar glasses and my rockstar plaid
This the School of Hard Rock, I'm a rockstar grad
And my kids are proud to have a rockstar dad
Now, mama, let them titties bounce like rocks off glass
And if you do, I'll probably call you like shots off glass
Don't jump into my water 'cause you not gon' last
I swear I'ma be like a shark that's locked on bass
R—Rockstar life, rockstar bright
And in the mosh pit is how a rockstar fight
So jump up in this bitch and catch a rockstar right
And the cops could never violate a rockstar's rights
Yeah, now, I'm back on my grizz
And y'all's a bunch of squares like a motherfucking grid
And everybody get it, well, me, I get rid
Of he who say he get it, and then, I get his
No marquee, but this is big biz
And I scream, "Fuck it, whoever 'it' is!"
Ain't no motherfucker deeper than me, bitch, dig!
And I thank God everyday that my children are rich kids
[Refrain]
I am the rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
I am the rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic

[Break]
I—I thank God that I am not basic
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Mind Right (Freestyle)[Intro: Tk-N-Ca$h]
My mind right
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
Yeah
Yeah

[Hook: Tk-N-Ca$h]
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
(come up on a check to get my mind right)
I had to-

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Get my mind right
Money white
Hustle right
Fuck her right
Fuck it right
Fuck them pussy niggas I’ll see ‘em in another life
Woo! May my tombstone read what a life
Pussy ass nigga say he thuggin’ he a fuckin' lie
Tell him I say its a wrap like it's mummified
Hustle for a hundred days a hundred nights
Run it right
Runnin’ lights
Duckin’ lights
There he go, cut the lights
Try to spare these niggas but I put 'em on fuckin' strike
Got these niggas scrambling, and we sunny side
Come at me sideways I ride three six five days
Hot as a latte, picante, an entrée
I am the fucking best man for the job
These niggas bridesmaids, I leave niggas sideways
I don't want to hear it to me it's just blasé
I need my money ándale ándale
I got my mind right I got my mind made
But how come the early bird acting like I'm late
I'm ready for war
Money right
Hustle white
Alright
Fuckin' right
Whippin' white all night 'til a nigga knuckle white
Smoke a pound drunk a pint, another pint, another pint
B-T-W F-Y-I F-Y-L
Fuck your life L-O-L bullet shell, bloody knife
Body parts, babies crying, bitches running, bells ringing
Had to leave my heavenly bitch for a hell's angel, Lord
I l-l-licked the pussy 'til I got my L's tangled
I take CMB off the YM, I'm just spell checkin'
Yeah, I know a nigga named Rodney King
Get along with him and not with me
'Cause I'm on the edge and I'm 'bout to leave
Gun to his head make him count to three
One, two, three
BOW BOW BOW BOW
She gave me head she forgot to breathe
Straight from the bed to the shower scene
Straight from the stove to the block nigga
I do numbers you can count on me
Remember when I didn't have a pot to pee
Now I look like I done hit the lottery
Went from poverty to property
Make a mockery of a shopping spree
These niggas ain't cold they ain't hot to me
They think they like me but they not to me
Wait let me put my binoculars on
You fake as fuck as far as I can see
My eyes red as fuck look like a eye disease
I let that yopper squeeze, I sat down with me
And then I told myself, look before you kill somebody leave
[Hook: Tk-N-Ca$h & *Lil Wayne*]
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
*Woah, my mind right, get my mind right, ayy*
I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
*I want my money nigga*
*Come up with that check get my money right*
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
*I got my mind right, my money right, I'm ready for war*
I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
(come up on a check to get my mind right)
*Yeah, yeah, I got my mind right, my money right, I'm ready for war*

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Tk-N-Ca$h]
Yeah, yeah, Y-M-C-M-Beef yeah
Y-M, not them, and I'm the real Young Moolah baby
My mind right, I had to leave them boys alone to get my mind right
I had to come up on a check I want my money nigga
Come up with that check I want my money nigga

I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
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Beauty and the Beat[Chorus]
Uh, beauty and the beat
It's pretty ugly what I do to any beat
Amen, Hallelujah, nigga, preach
She wanna lay up but I shoot too many threes
Goddamn

[Verse]
Now, the mula got her speakin'
I've speakin' for myself, I thought of usin' Robin Leach
I just bought Barbie a gift and it's an Uzi, got it pink
Should I teach her how to shoot it? She might take a shot at me
We some killers round this bitch, where it's kill or be killed
Prescription refill, pop a pill and be still
Not for nothin', for the most, we hold a toast at each meal
I can flip a Jae Mill to a fuckin' Meek Mill
Knock on wood, it might answer back when you this real
Fuck your bitch, told her, "Hit me back whеn I clear here”
I could roll a blunt fastеr than your get your ears pierced
I'ma shoot your ass exactly where you get your ears pierced
Never seen a bigger ticket than this, little bitty nigga
New Orleans, burry me up in the middle of it, nigga
I've been peepin', I've been squintin' and I still can't see a limit
Higher than my limitations, and the fuckin' Himalayas
And I'm stuntin on my neighbors
And the blunt as long as cables
There’s some hundreds on the table
That was our paper towels
Left my number for the waitress
She was flirtin', I embraced it
Now I'm fuckin' her and the women I was on a date with
I'm a god among Satans, I'm the doc that lost patience
I went from the judge sentence to a fuckin' fashion statement
Disappear like David Blaine when it come to affidavits
Aphrodisiac, all on your bitch face like aftershave
I never met Captain Save 'Em, Army, better yet, a Navy
Wore a sweater for the ladies
Pockets heavy, set inflated
That Prometh' it got me faded
Tell the chef that I'm the gravy
My bitch pussy hole so deep, feel like I'm steppin' out the grave
And that's the beauty in it
[Chorus]
The beauty in the beat
Steppin' out the pussy, therapeutic for my feet
Amen, Hallelujah, nigga, preach
She wanna lay up, I've been shootin' too many threes
God damn, it's the beauty and the beat
But it get pretty ugly what I do to any beat
Amen, Hallelujah, nigga, preach
And you're the only one that left the funeral in peace, yeah

[Outro]
It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (It's beautiful)
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (It's beautiful, it's beautiful)
It's beautiful, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (It's beautiful)
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (It's beautiful, it's beautiful)
It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (Yeah, oh, oh)
It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (It's beautiful, it's beautiful)
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's beautiful, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hallelujah, nigga, preach
Hallelujah, nigga, preach, amen (Beautiful, beautiful)

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
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YFS (Young, Fresh, Shameless)[Chorus]
Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless
About to body slam the beat, Love Wrestlemania
Love miscellaneous, fuck instantaneous
I'm busting nuts in her mouth, young macadamia
Young, rich and famous, young rich and famous
Young Money but the money so fuckin' ancient
Buy wine, drink it, by God, amen
Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh and shameless

[Verse 1]
Back to it, waste no time
Black Uzi, Draco, 9
Back room smokin' bomb
Got to feel me, pour the five
Black mamba, Kobe Bryant
Snake eyes open wide
Rat poison, you know why
Hair trigger, no salon
Can't lose, in overtime, hit Miami for LeBron
Swam through whole Ocean Drive
Smoke a stick, porcupine
All these bitches want be mine
Yeah she lit I blow her mind
Look at how I make all these looking ass niggas roll they eyes
Go retarded on them, Tunechi
Openhearted on them, Tunechi
I'm the father, I wear the pants, I'm talking Corduroy or blue jeans
Smoking harder on a doobie, holy water running through me
Polariods are tryna shoot me
I am Nino, you a pookie
[Verse 2]
Young niggas famous, my young niggas go in
My OGs are no different, identical twins
1-7 amen, that's my set, amen
Can't forget to thank him
Fuck these hoes, I blame them
Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless
Bout to body slam your bitch
Lord, Wrestlemania
Young, rich and famous, young, rich and famous
If you hating on me you can tongue kiss the anus
Bigger picture painting, fine art framing
Don't forget to hang it, fine wine drank it
Turn a trap house to the wine house, Amy
My God, amen
Don't forget to thank him
Don't try to play him, your whole squad be dead men
We pull up in the AM, toast, waffles, bacon
More fiyah blazin', the chopper sound Jamaican
I stay armed like a cowboy
Troy Aikman

[Verse 3]
That's a Polo blanket, she under it naked
I'm under influences, got me overthinking
Got me syrup drinkin', popping Percs to painers
Niggas talking about they gods, they just Kirk Franklins
And my dreams are so big, feel like the Earth's shrinking
I wake up and chase my dreams, catch 'em and detain 'em
Still the best rapper alive, still the steel is stainless
I feel like the Yankees, boy my hittas can’t miss
[Chorus]
Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless
About to body slam your bitch
Lord, Wrestlemania
Love miscellaneous, we fuck instantaneous
I'm busting nuts in her mouth, young macadamia
Young, rich and famous, young rich and famous
Young Money but the money so fuckin' ancient
Buy wine, drink it, by God, amen
Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh and shameless

[Outro]
Young, fresh and shameless
Stevie, Mula, yeah
Got me syrup drinkin', popping Percs to painers
Niggas talking about they gods, they just Kirk Franklins
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I’m the Best Rapper Alive[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Now see, the first time I realized I was the best rapper alive, you know what I mean? Now, before I go into any further in this conversation, let me let y'all know what I mean about this "best rapper alive" shit. I don't think I'm better than anybody personally. I don't think I'm better than anybody spiritually. Knah'mean? I don't think I'm better than anybody in any way or form or fashion. But as far as this rap thing, I think I am better than everybody. I'm a competitor. I hope everybody else feel the same way about their craft, you know what I mean? If you do, it makes it better for the people. It makes it better for the listeners, dog. And that's how I feel about mine, so, if you're listening and you wanna hear somebody that's dedicated to what they do, I'm so dedicated that I feel I'm the best. And that's that!

["Dedication 2" false start]

[Intro: DJ Drama, Lil Wayne, & Nancy Sinatra sample]
Bang bang, I shot you down
See, I can understand that
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Niggas be saying "Dram', why you talk so much shit on your mixtapes?"
Bang bang, that awful sound
When you're grinding like I'm grinding to get where I'm at
Bang bang
You'll understand
I used to shoot you down
Believe that!
Hahaha! Dedication 2! That's right
And I won't be saying that I'm the best
You already—
But I run this!~

[Verse: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Wake up, motherfuckers, it's Weezy, you got a problem
Hats to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin'
Shiny black coupe, at night, look like a goblin
AK on the backseat, baby, it's so— (Gangsta! Hold up!)
[Spoken: Lil Wayne]
Right now, we're gonna hold the fuck up man. See, y'all niggas ain't playing close attention right now.
Hahaha!
Ayy, Drama, this is what I want you to do, man. This is what I really need you to do right now. My nigga, Drama—plus, he be hitting y'all in the head with that gangsta shit. But listen, my nigga, Drama, man, here's what I need you to do: I need you to give me something else for you now, just to warm 'em up, and then, later on, we gon' hit 'em with that [?]. So I hope these motherfuckers ready to get high. So get your pipes! And get your gangsta grills!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Throat Baby[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Feel like we popped the best meds in the world, don't it? She want that medicine dick
Bustin' nuts, and she act like a squirrel on it, and my shit ain't never been bit
I get up in that pussy with passionate dick, she can never forget, this that elephant dick
Uh, go ahead, sit on it, I took my thumb out her ass, and had shit on it
I know she feel it all in her arteries, I paint her face like an artist
She smokin' on D like Marlboros, I need me a bitch with a twin like the Charlos
She lick on that tip till the tip is a hollow tip, fuck IG, let's make a porno flick
I like big pussy on somе soprano shit, monkey on this banana clip
Messy lil' clit, wettеst lil’ throat, hold on, hold on real quick
We have sex on the beach, go where nobody knows, we got sand on our feet and white sand on our nose
Two nights ago, came in you twice and more, you say you'd like some more, I know you nice and slow
Ooh, you a angel, swallow the cum and say, "Thank you," I say, "De nada, mi amore"
She wants some Topanga, let me get my dreads out the way, I'm a casket, put the pussy dead in my face
She pull the dick out while I'm sleeping, I'm having wet dreams, she forgot her bikini
Ooh, now she topless, but like Champagne Papi, I start from the bottom, I'm the pussy monster
Might not love her, so when I fuck her, I put both hands on her neck and remind her

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne]
Love the way you walk, love the way you talk (Talk)
All the bands on me like a broke gettin' a boss
She'll suck a bag hard but the dick goes soft
She just choked on a dick but a nigga dozed off (Dozed off)
Michael Jackson, how the diamonds dancin'
I'm the boss, wake up, make her buy a phantom
Say he rich forever, so they really can't stand him
Tell her, "Suck the dick with two hands, I'm handsome"
When I pull up, take a bitch, ain't no ransom
He ain't dropped a hit, he ain't got no anthems (Woo)
It's a plain Patek, I won’t rock no ring
She just ran the money up, now they can't stand him
Might take a bitch to my momma spot (Momma spot)
She was a freaky, she licked me like lollipop
All this water on me, know that I keep a mop
All these cars, it's a G comin', flex a lot (No, Baby)
No babies, you better swallow them for me (For me)
On your knees (On your knees)
You had to pay, I got it free (Free)
All these diamonds on me kickin' like Bruce Lee (Yeah)
Rich Forever, Young Money, the movie (Young Money)
With my dawg, ain't no Shaggy and Scooby (Yeah)
New Bugatti, I was ridin' with Tunechi (Rich)
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
No babies, you better swallow them for me
On your knees, you had to pay, I got it free
No Ceilings, yeah
This part 3, she OAT
The GOAT, baby

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
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Kamila[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Ahh-uhh

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Cum on Kamila, cum on Kamila
She got a tongue like a fuckin' chameleon
Suck the dick, swallow the paraphernalia
She 'bout to swallow a whole la familia
Cum on, cum on, cum on, cum on Kamila
She got a tongue like she fuckin' reptilian
I'm hard as fuck, heard this bitch equilibrium
Cum on her face, that's just memorabilia

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Cum on Kamila
I make it rain on her like a Floridian
Her baby daddy, that nigga a idiot
I gave her magic and then disappear
And her man threw the Patek, the Richard look prettier
Maison Margiela, she call it "Margelia"
Cum on Kamila, fuck on her period
Baby I'm yours 'til I cut the umbilical, gone

[Verse 2: Jay Jones]
Bad bitch in the Hollywood hills, I got molly wood thrills
I got lean withdrawals, substitute it with the pills
Give me head in the car, throw it out behind the wheel
Know well, I don't know how to deal, shawty real, shawty real (Yeah)
La-Kamila, tongue like a lizard how she licked it up
If it go down, I bet she get it up
She gon' sell her soul for them Dior Chuck's
She gon' bust it open in a Rolls truck
You ain't got no hope left
I was like "whoa, Kemosabe"
They got plenty hoes in the lobby
Can't hop out the Mazi with a thottie
I got Percs, I got molly
Baby, you get perks when you poppin'
I come from the dirt, from the bottom
Bitch, twerk, I got options
Mi casa, su casa, that's for my masters imposter's
No room for imposter's, gotta run for them dollars
Got P's and went straight to the college, I'm gone
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Cum on Kamila, cum on Kamila
Her mouth look like a bowl of milk with no cereal
I put my spear in her like I'm Nigerian
Now she bi-curious, Ellen DeGeneres
Tunechi from Hollygrove, fuck 'til she comatose
Take off my 'Sace robe, fuck on my ironing board
Fuck in my skate park, cum on her face scar
Hol' up, wait for it, "boom" like a napalm
Fuck her for some Hermes, dick all in her cervix
She call me nobody 'cause she know nobody's perfect
Got her pussy with a purpose, I eat it like some Churches
I skeeted then I squirted, then I "arrive" to the "derci"
Bitch, take your fuckin' pants off, shake your fuckin' ass off
Suck it with your hands off, deep throat, can't cough
Tunechi out in Hollygrove, hit her with the dinosaur
Limpin' like her body blowin', drippin' like a snotty nose
Tell me how you love that, cum for me I'll bust back
Tell me where to cum at, ooh
Where my thumb at? Ooh
Every time she cum, she cry, that's a fun fact, ooh
I got somethin' for her eye, that's a cum-tact

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Cum on Kamila, cum on Kamila
She got a tongue like a fuckin' chameleon
Suck the dick, swallow the paraphernalia
She 'bout to swallow a whole la familia
Cum on, cum on, cum on, cum on Kamila
She got a tongue like she fuckin' reptilian
I'm hard as fuck while I'm high, equilibrium
Cum on her face, that's just memorabilia
[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
Ayo, big up to fifth ward
That's right, we be
God bless, bless up, rest up
We love you, Miss Betty Wright
Shoutout Denise, Jocelyn, and Kelly
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New Orleans Maniac[Intro: Lil Wayne & Sample]
This is the archetypal rock sound
Ok this really ain't no rock shit
But um, leggo!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Hollygrove monster, New Orleans maniac
Shoot a nigga up until his whole body ain't attached
Hi, my name is best rapper alive
And your mouth is the best crapper alive
'Cause you talk shit, I get hit and walk it off
Like fuck that, then I just spit like barking dogs
Call it "bust-back," attitude like "fuck em all"
And I'm greasy, and your boyfriend is a butterball
What's geezy? I mean what's good? Bitch, is you blind?
Check my watch, bet it be money all the time
Sunny on the side where I stay at
Where M.I.A. at? I get pussy every time I say that
Haha! In the game room, I don't play that
Bitch nigga get laid down where he lay at
AK at your front door, Young Zoe
You can ask Brisco, shoot 'til my wrist sore
Coupe with a bitch low, who with the sick pour
I'm tired of the south, so in your mouth is where the dick go
Yeahhh! They like it when I say yeah, huh?
And your boyfriend's a tampon
And I don't own land, baby, I own a landmine
So step on my land and catch a bomb like Anquan
Weezy F and the 'F' is for franchise
You looking at me is like you're looking through ant eyes
Hahaha! Young Money can't die
Bitch, we like Hancock
Yeah, I'm a Martian; what you saying, Spock?
I turn your beef into a hamhock
Then I put it in a pan pot, shoot 'til my hand hot
I can't hear you saying stop, I hear nina saying "pop"
I hear choppers saying "chop"
I hear niggas screaming and shit, like I say "holla at ya boy, bitch"
But holla at ya boy bitch
I'm the boy bitch, not ya boy bitch, 'cause ya boy a bitch
Hahahaha! Young Moola Crazy!
[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Eastside Loco, you're sweet like cocoa
And you can get your ass beat fast like go-go
Mask on my face, low pro that a no show
Shoot a rapper when his album drop give 'em promo
You clown like bozo, they ask him bout the group shit
It's time to get the loot, bitch; I had to go solo
Your bitch all on me, you better watch your ho, though
She wanna come kick it like a dojo, uh-oh
Slick nigga, fuck 'em, then I drop 'em like a low-low
Bitch want money; like Millz: "No, no-no"
Nigga, if you hating, suck a dick; no homo
Boy I keep it gutter like bo-bos
Yeah I'm doing what I do, so nigga, just do you
And my gun nicknamed menage; she do two
Nigga, welcome to the Young Money Ape Zoo Crew
We starving and you could get ate like zoo-zoos
Niggas boo-hoo, cry; motherfucker, I'm heartless
I'll break bones and cartilage
You are just a mark muthafucker; I'm a marksman
And I'm all about the green like Boston
Pardon me, nigga, I'm talking reckless
You walk into a gun fight, knife, no vest, bitch you crazy
Just like the ice you wearing, you fugazi
Put 'em in the dirt; make 'em push a few daisies
80's baby, soon-to-be rich nigga
King Kong beating on my chest, on you bitch niggas
Paper I'm after, so I'm on your ass now
Young Money: motherfucking cash cow
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Burner[Chorus]
I don't know how to play 2K
I don't know how to use Blu-Ray
Fuck a bag, I'ma need a suitcase
I'm dripping like Bobby Boucher bitch
Diamonds in my mouth like toothpaste
Codeine got me with the screw face
Either I'm seeing double or they two-faced
Double D's, these niggas too fake, uh
I keep a burner like Kevin Durant
I keep a burner like Kevin Durant
Kyrie Irving, I aim at your earth, back-back-back, I leave it flat
Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that
Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that

[Verse]
I don't know how to play too safe
Bitch, throw it back like a bouquеt
Diamonds in my mouth, no toothache
Weezy Baby coming, no due date
Couplе bank account in the UK
Two choppers, that two Ks
I don't know how to play 2K
Still balling out like Azubuike, damn
I keep a burner like Kevin Durant
Keep a burner 'til it melt my hand
I been strapped since I was twelve and a half
'Cause I got shot when I was twelve and a half
Thank you for life to the medical staff
Rain turn to ice but it melt when it land
Gangster for life and the life after that
Ain't no referee stripes, but yes, I got my flag
Yee, you don't wanna fuck with me
It could get dirty, I got them bloods with me
I got your blood on me, get the detergent
I heard you coming for me, I'm pressing your buttons, my G
You out of service, you don't wanna fuck with me
That Draco my judge for me, here come the verdict
I keep a burner like K do, shoot from long range like Trey do
Dame and Klay too
Reggie Miller and Ray too
Jesus Shuttlesworth, Jesus, I make ‘em pray too
I ball like they ain't got no game too
These boys all just think it's a game too
My shooters shoot at the whole game room
Your shooters like Shaq 'cause they can't shoot
Straps on straps, yep
Big B's, bitch, all caps, yeah
I'm high five, ain't no daps
I drip blood blood, ain't no cramps
These boys sci-fi, ain't no facts
I bleed concrete, ain't no cracks
Pulling that hair trigger back like tracks
Check your bitch ass like Air Max
Boy, I'm high as fuck, I get somebody to come tie you up
It's Tunechi, bitch, like P Diddy
If you want smoke though, now I'm Puff
Time is up, bombs away
Fuck whatever you tryna say, them words hold no kinda weight
You ain't even got a pound in the safe, but I pound your face
Whole team black attire
Sold dreams, tax the buyer
Machine gun, rapid fire, boom-boombox, amplifier
Tube socks and chancletas, moonrocking Margiela
Sick as fuck, salmonella, I whip it up like Nutella
I got the desert with me, hope you could weather the heat
You sweat 'cause you weak
We hungry, we smelling defeat, and I'm like a chef with the beef, who ready to eat?
I got the FN with me, you don't wanna be F-in with me, definitely
My shooters shoot effortlessly, I'm talking catch-and-release, Steph from the three
[Chorus]
I don't know how to play 2K
I don't know how to use Blu-Ray
Fuck a bag, I'ma need a suitcase
I'm dripping like Bobby Boucher bitch
Diamonds in my mouth like toothpaste
Codeine got me with the screw face
Either I'm seeing double or they two-faced
Double D's, these niggas too fake, uh
I keep a burner like Kevin Durant
I keep a burner like Kevin Durant
Kyrie Irving, I aim at your earth, back-back-back, I leave it flat
Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that
Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that

[Outro]
Kyrie Irving, I aim at your earth, back-back-back, I leave it flat
Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that
Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
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Time for Us to Fuck[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I see ya, I see ya
Girl I wanna love you long like Eva
I know you want that pita
Girl I say I know you want that pita
That banana like Chiquita
I'ma hit it like Derek Jeter
The neighbor's 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 better ride it like Danica Patrick
I get behind it, and move her
Like the Heimlich maneuver (OW!)

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I don't know about you (chea)
But I'm really, really fucked 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 fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to, time for us to...
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
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!)

[Hook]
I don't know about you (chea)
But I'm really, really fucked 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 fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to, time for us to...


[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Come free yo' mind, on this dick that I have
You ain't gotta be my wife, but you need dick in yo' life
We gon' fuck all night long, I got kush in my bag
We can blaze one, and when we done
Go back to your man
I think I'm in love (love)
Oh, love (Oh love)
[4x]

SIKE!

[Hook]
I don't know about you (chea)
But I'm really, really fucked 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 fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go)
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We Livin Like That[Chorus]
I'ma put my niggas where my heart go (Heart go)
Burner by the car door
Also the torso, point it at your cornrows (Cornrows)
Shoot  'em where his thoughts go (Bah)
What you said? I thought so
You don't wanna spark woe (Nope)
'Cause I'm feeling like charcoal (Ayy)
I'm feeling like a lost soul
Boy, I'm in war mode (War mode)
Highway to Heaven, nigga (Errp)
I can take you off-road

[Verse 1]
Even though I'm way up, I still finesse (I still finesse), yeah
Even though I'm prayed up, I feel possessed (Dang)
I don't know, man, it's like lately (Lately), I ain't been myself (Nope)
I looked into the mirror and I see somebody else
I don't recognize the face that I wear (Damn)
I look into my eyes and ain't nobody there and I'm sleeping with a bitch I don't know (Who is you?)
She sleeping with the dick down her throat, oh lord
What if some niggas kick down the door?
I shoot it out then hide behind the ho
Nigga, what? I'm living like that, yeah
Nigga, what? I'm living like that, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Nigga, what? You can die like that
Don't try like that
Sour grapes, nigga, 'cause you whine like brats
I don't see these niggas 'cause they shine like black
I'ma throw some bullets in the sky, nice catch
In the sky blue 'vette repping Piru set (Suwoop)
Hop up out that bitch like Batman (Yeah)
You get a toe tag quicker than a hashtag (Haha)
I cut his feet off, tell that nigga tap dance
I cut his wings off, make a nigga crash land (Woo)
I need a theme song, nigga, I'm a masked man
You talk trash, nigga, only to the trash man (Yeah)
These pussycat niggas need a CAT scan (Yeah)
I'm a mob boss asking what the crime cost (Yeah)
On my high horse seeing who I can buy off (Yeah)
Got a chauffeur somewhere up in my garage lost
Got some codeine poured up for a dry cough
Nigga, I'm living like that (Pour up), yeah
Nigga. what? I'm sipping like that (Pour up), yeah

[Verse 3]
Lord, they can take me away, carry me in the wind
Bury me with a grin
Salary may offend
Now a bad-ass bitch sharing me with her friend
And I started from the bottom like a tree with a stem (Woo)
Now I feel like 50 Cent 'cause I see many men
Wish death upon me like a genie with them
But I put the burner barrel to his beanie and brim
And leave a blood pool, put on your bikini and swim (Woo)
Motherfucker, don't try, don't you even attempt (Yeah)
I don't even want beef, I want linguine and shrimp
Lamborghinis and martinis and a suite full of nymphs
Fat stinky backwood, a swisher sweet with some length, boy
And when it's them I got the heat with the "nth" (Yeah)
Magazine extend, and my Nina a twin
I don't know two other bad sisters meaner than them
I call them Venus and Serena, they hyena your limbs
And we livin' like that, yeah (Yeah)
Nigga, what? You could get it like that (Like that, nigga), yeah
[Chorus]
I'ma put my niggas where my heart go (Heart go)
Burner by the car door (Car door)
Also the torso, point it at your cornrows (Cornrows)
Shoot 'em where his thoughts go (Bah)
What you said? I thought so
You don't wanna spark woe
'Cause I'm feeling like charcoal (Ayy)
I'm feeling like a lost soul
Boy, I'm in war mode (War mode)
Highway to Heaven, nigga
I can take you off-road, I can take you off-road
Woah
Welcome to the crossroads
Woah, yeah

[Outro]
See, one thing about me, nigga
I don't give two fucks about these niggas
I'm three ticks from bombing, nigga
I'm four sips from drowning, nigga
I'm five star if you're counting, nigga
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Problem SolverYeah, Yeah, Yeah, Uhm Uhm Uhm

That boy so bad, that boy so
That boy so bad, that boy so
That boy so bad, that boy so

[Hook] x2
He dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem solver
He dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem solver
He dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem solver
Click click pow problem solved!

[Verse 1]
Gun on me faithfully nina how I adore you
How I hold you from the side when I control you
I won't miss
Don't slip then I get closer and I can't miss
Stand over him like a pianist with no bench
I hold the key like Mariah when I fire
No lip all 4 fifth
Throw clip cutthroat niggas I know them
Throw them somethin to wipe out ya hold shit
Notice me never I'm all black
Masked up Jason
Part 11 I'm more scarier terror
I look fear in the eyes like a mirror I don't fear him(Uh Huhn)
I share 'em with the rest of the pallbearers, Barry him
Very low I'm kerosene gasoline
It's asinine to fuck with me
Come and see
That's like running into a fucking tree
Climb up mother fucker I'll leave you hung for weeks yea(Stupid)
Get 'Em

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I run with niggas consider themselves gorillas
I feed them banana clips
Head stomachs and hips
Quick tip quit sippin' that Patron
That shit'll get you flipped like a baton
In two arms
Who calm, I'm calm, you calm?
Tick tick make a nigga drop the bomb
Weed lit yea I'm from Hollygrove Vietnam
Military status captain gone
Yeah ask them all they'll tell ya
You fuck wit the boy and they'll smell ya from anywhere
Big Bleezy I'm on like the mayor
When it's beef I feel like Lil' Jon nigga YEAH
Scare you right out your draws
Act up and the AK 47 knock ya right out ya truck(Get Up)
Back up turn ya lights out your done
5-4-3-2-1..yourself

That mean GO N-E..GONE...Get 'Em!
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Gillie man I don't think you niggas should really fuck with me
The gun off me urgently workin' and twerkin' it perfectly
Circle the block I'm like fuck it I'm bustin 'em I'm cussin' 'em
Like fuck 'em I buck 'em I buck 'em I buck 'em
Buck 'em til it's empty
Get at me spit at me you make this a shootout nigga
I hit you, you missed me I left and you missin' That is really good
I waitin' I'm sittin I'm patient I'm loadin' I'm clickin
I'm spittin' I'm spittin I'm spittin I'm spittin
Till it's clickin' and clickin'
I ain't trippin' I'm givin' them to the river
Callin' them shark dinner
They human tuna
Weezy Baby, Lex Luger, Freddy Kreuger
Do Ya (Bitch)
Who you playin' with
With that back and forth shit
Nigga I ain't sayin' shit
Bitch I clap quick
You ain't nothing but a sandwich
To a man bitch
I leave you lyin' down in ketchup, catch up! Yeah!
Eat you niggas lunch..eat you niggas for lunch...Get 'Em!

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Revolver(My love`s a revolver)
(My love's a revolver)

[Verse: Madonna]
Oops ,I guess I shot ya
My finger`s on the trigga
I had a bullet with ya name on it , click click
I`m a sex pistol
My love should be illegal
Real deal baby
I`m no counterfeit
Click click

[Hook: Madonna]
Line 'em up
Knock 'em down
My looks can kill
(ay oh ay oh)
My body`s fully loaded
AndIgot more amo
Line 'em up
Knock 'em down
My looks can kill
(ay oh ay oh)
You`re an accessory to murder cause
[Hook]
My love`s a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy ?
Do you wanna die happy ?
[Repeat x2]
I let it bang bang
I send a bang bang
I send a bang bang
I send a bang bang
My love`s a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy ?
Do you wanna die happy ?

[Verse: Lil' Wayne]
Bang
The shooter name is Wayne
The victim didn`t complain
She just screamed 'shoot again'
I gave her extra rounds
My barrell twist around
I am Mr. Shoot-'Em-Down
I leave hearts on the ground
My love is a weapon
And yesIuse it well
ThenIlet the rose petals
Cover up the bullet shell
I never shoot and tell
I only shoot to kill
And that vest ain`t gonna help ya
Even if it`s made of steel
My love is a revolver
Do you wanna be my target ?
Cause i`m a sharp shooter
Matter fact , i`m the sharpest
My aim is so flawless
Girl you could be the farthest
I`mma still shoot my love
Let me know that you caught it
I`m the triggerman I pull it
I will when he wouldn`t
Do you wanna eat the bullet
And I know where to put it
It`s weezy f. baby
I`m shootin like the army
Girl I should be illegal
Betta put the safety on me
Yeah
[Hook: Madonna]
Click click
Line 'em up
Knock 'em down
My looks can kill
(ay oh ay oh)
My body`s fully loaded
AndIgot more amo
Line 'em up
Knock 'em down
My looks can kill
(ay oh ay oh)
You`re an accessory to murder cause

[Hook]
My love`s a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy ?
Do you wanna die happy ?
[Repeat x2]
I let it bang bang
I send a bang bang
I send a bang bang
I send a bang bang
My love`s a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy ?
Do you wanna die happy ?
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Red Magic[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare, ha

[Verse 1: The Game]
Weezy Baby, tell 'em we amazin'
Better yet an Army, the U.S. Navy
Then tell Slim, I was raised on Cash Money
They can't kick me out of shit, I ain't Dame Dash dummy
I'm the ( ) pass a hundred in that red Ferrari
Me and Weezy Blood brothers, we got red Ferraris
Red tops in the hood, red tops on Bacardi
Red tops on top models at the after party
Before S dot Carter was Brooklyn's step-father
I was getting G money like Nino at the Carter
I was just a baby, like the face on the third Carter
Even had a baby face, like Tracy Evan's baby father
Nigga, so you know what I mean
When I say I get the money like a money machine, yeah
I'm in L.A. Gasol-in'
But when I'm in New Orleans, you can call it Chris Paul-in'
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare, ha

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
Okay, holla at ya blood
It's Big Dog Weezy, in that big dog breezin'
With the wig off, it ain't easy to go this hard
But Weezy go this hard, like pussy right in front me
I get pussy, I get money, I don't get none of ya'll niggas
Like two, three, I'm after every one of ya'll niggas
What am I saying? I'm ahead of all of ya'll niggas
And mine gon' shine like Armor All hit us
Hah! I wear that chopper like a uniform
You bitch niggas never see me like a unicorn
Who the boy make the girls go crazy
I got that Red Magic, unbelievable, amazin'
Hey, it's a beautiful day
I'm feelin' like the father of a sun ray
Like Jamie, Foxx or box like Floyd May'
If the weather right, I play the red box Porsche-ay
C'mon
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare, ha

[Verse 3: The Game]
We in the house like a home invasion
And this time I'm gon' shine like the chrome on Dayton's
You can wait on Detox or you can have more patience
Baby sip that patrone as we get wasted
Weezy, we sip lean, me I just taste it
We be soakin' up syrup like a waffle house apron
Infrared beam go back to the basement
I'mma street king, ask dude from the Matrix
Yeah, Cash Money in the basement
Me and Slim like the Hot Boys with a face lift
Translation, it's Freddy versus Jason
Who your favorite rapper, me and Weezy will erase them
And if they gettin' money then, we will paper chase them
With beams that glow in the dark like Kanye's stage shit
Then we highjackin' Kanye's spaceship
And land it on the Red Carpet at the VMA's bitch
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare, ha

[Bridge: Sample from 2Pac's "To Live and Die in LA"]
To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
You gotta be there to know it, where everybody wanna see
To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
You gotta be there to know it, where everybody wanna see
To live and die in LA
To live and die in LA
To live and die in LA
To live and die in LA

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare come near the fortress
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Shut Up Bitch Swallow[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles
Pour it on the models
Shut up bitch, swallow

[Hook: Lil Wayne]x4
Shut up bitch, swallow
Shut up bitch, swallow
If you can't swallow
Shut up bitch, gargle (Ya Digg)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Look, I got one in the back
I got one in the front
I make em' do what I say
They tell me say what I wanna
I tell her, get your money girl and just start breathing
Cuz if it ain't about the dough, it ain't about me neither
See a gangster like myself I get that paper on women
Man yo women probably out there with some paper to give me
Listen, you're looking at a real pimp ask my old women
And they tell you no remote, I control women
I'm a whole load put me in the game woman
If he ain't paying, then he shouldn't be playing
I'm saying, broke dudes only make jokes funny
I make more than I can fit in this quote honey
Unquote comes sun soaked with Me Man
Fly you down here and lay you up in my beach house
And if you smile at my girl I'll make her smile back (x2)
[Hook: Lil Wayne]x7
Shut up bitch, swallow
Shut up Bitch, swallow
If you can't swallow
Shut up bitch, gargle (Ya Digg)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Check this out
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Army Gunz[Refrain]
Yeah yeah yeah, I got army guns
Yeah yeah yeah, I-I-I got army guns
Yeah yeah yeah, I-I-I-I got army guns
Yeah yeah yeah, I-I-I-I-I got army guns
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game x4

[Verse 1]
Okay, I'm out here, you niggas done started it, you ordered it
Bullet find a home in ya arteries, pardon me
But them niggas won't touch not a part of me, bet on it
Them niggas belong in a sorority, ain't that a bitch
Burn they bodies up for the authorities, no evidence
You gone stop fuckin' with them warriors from New Orleans
And, I really think that it'd be better if
I just hit your block with that beretta and hop out and let her rip
Let her bang, let her bust, etcetera, etcetera
You niggas is scared of the, southern part of America
Here it come, got a gun, never come without one
Niggas wanna ball, so I guess I gotta bounce 'em
Smokin' on an ounce of that shit from the mountains
People say I need to stop, no I need a counselor
And down here you are gonna need a chopper
And I'mma need a lawyer, and you gon' need a doctor (Why? Because...)

[Refrain]
[Verse 2]
Get at em we hit 'em up if they rattin'
Niggas ain't fuckin' with the boy them niggas softer than satin
I'm feeling awful and aggy, yes I walk with the maggy
I tell him park in a alley, and leave 'em parked in the alley
Niggas talking about me, but they ain't talking it at me
Cause if they talkin' it at me, then I'm just talking to caskets
All that talking is pussy bitch you better make ya words strong
Cause the shit gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone
What they do I got a chopper in the UHaul
Make a real nigga bring it back to '92 dog
Bring his ass to the river drop the fool off
Hope he can swim with them concrete shoes on
I got the gun right beside me who don't
Got beef homie I was just getting hungry
When you come bitch you better bring an army
We can do it in the streets and throw a gansgta party nigga (Why? Because...)

[Refrain]

[Verse 3]
Thirty shots in the clip, nigga let's trip
Line 'em up, put 'em down on the guest list
These niggas 'bout to make me go Rambo
I'mma take the shit as far as it can go
War is the answer if ya questioning the general
Snap shots at you baby you are just a centerfold
And less Kenny Cole, niggas seem plenty bold
Pull that bitch out alright don't make me get my fishin' pole
Them niggas hoes, really doe
I would swing down there with any O, Forty-Fo' and let 'em go
Let 'em know, that I ain't never been sweet and won't be
Yes I'll be right here on the ground when you want me
Make a nigga have to come back like Rufus Mack
Thomas bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
And I ain't never killed no one, Jack
But I'm honest bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact (Why? Because...)
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Motivation[Verse: Lil Wayne]
You won't be out in the streets
Mouth full of blood, and a soul full of heat
A house full of thugs, and the orders will be like;
"Don't leave 'til you get all of the Ki's"
Head full of holes, and your blood on my sneaks
Like "These is $650, your blood too cheap."
Me, I'm from New Orleans, where we hustle in the heat
And enough work to have the cops hustlin' for me, shit
Little city, but ain't nothin' here for free
I'm a Uptown nigga, put my money by my teeth, yeah
And its magic whenever I hear the beat
But give me a hundred Ki's, y'all will never hear from me, shit
Young Money, and the leverage is deep
I am better than I ever been, that other shit was weak
Fuck makin' it in the industry, I made it in the streets
Now my eyes is arms, and I'm taking what I see, nigga

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
C'yeah! You can get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I'm shootin' 'til the trigger get hot
I pull my sleeve over my hand, and then spray
Don't come with no revolvers, (Revolvers?)
Don't come with no revolvers, (Revolvers?)
Don't come with no revolvers, please
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My Nigga[Verse: Lil Wayne]
I'd die for my motherfuckin' nigga
Jump in front of a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga
On the stand I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga
Real talk, I don't really fuck with too many niggas
Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle
Drivin' something that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho before my bro, don't beef over no ho
And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door
Hope you ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
When it rains it pours, it's dry for me and my fuckin' niggas
I kill for my motherfuckin' niggas, vice versa
Eyes red from the kush I blew, white person
Got my middle finger on the trigger
And with my little finger to you niggas
I swear it's fuck all y'all niggas
Except my niggas
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & Lil Wayne]
I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My motherfuckin' niggas!)
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
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Need Some Quiet[Hook]
Mama you wine fine
Mama you, mama you
Mama, mama you wine fine
We need some quiet time
Mama you wine fine
Mama you wine fine
And on the hush hush
We need some quiet time

[Verse 1]
I get, I get
I, I, I get so deep in that pussy, I touch the back of your soul
You got a man, I bet I can make you pack up and roll
Yeah, let's ride like we attached to the road
And if we on the same track, I hope we crash and explode
Yeah, where do the passionate go
I beat it up forever, girl I'll take a national oath
Nobody know what goes on behind the latch on the door
And if you throw it to me baby, I will catch it and score
Yea, yeah
I beat that
I be running right when she call me
She got that shit I just can't avoid
She so addictive
And she know that I do anything that she tell me
I am her personal sex toy
And then, I pop the bottle of that Cris
I had a glass, she had a glass
I had a glass, she had a glass again
Ya know, then she was ready, got to it
One time, two times, hit me up and I tap that ass again
And I told her
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Say girl...
I see ya walkin like the cameras on ya
I love ya backshots
I'm like a crackhead, and you got your crack out
See, we got chemistry baby, we like cat and mouse
You blow my brains out, I blow ya back out
Now what is that about
You got me sweatin you so hard I'm bout to pass out
And we could do it on the beach, in the grass house
Say, we could do it on the beach, in my glass house
Uh-huh
I know what I'm doin, I'm on it until the mornin
Hop on it until it's foamin, I bone it better than homie
I want it better than homie, come on get on this pony
I put my name on it, I own it
That's right
Pin ya to the wall, give ya couple of back bites
Give ya couple of thigh bites
Then here comes the highlight
I could make ya act rrright
Take a ten minute break, then get back right
And then I told her
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Yeah, I told her
Ya mama gotta be a model, or sum'n
And if you was a wine bottle, I'm drunk
She dancin on me like it's just us
Girl, you could make a nigga pay ya rent for six months
Shyeah, I ain't lyin girl
I could make ya little pussy start cryin girl
You on fire, girl
You know the fireman could put out the fire, girl
Are those applebottom jeans ya wearin?
She said these is Donna Karen
So tight, she can't even let air in
Man, I swear, I saw a blind man starin
No lie, and I hope she take her clothes off
So we can do it 'til we doze off
We fall asleep with our clothes off
When we wake up, we pick up where we left off
And then I tell her

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Pump That Bass[Lil Wayne]
Hahah..Yeeah, we're all here..
What it do like, just look at it what it is, what it do
(Pump That Bass)

Okay I step up in this bitch I see 'em look at me
I must be water cause women drown when they look at me
Court is now in order baby girl throw the book at me
I do life and make ya my wife
I can be your blanket baby girl I'm your security
Underneath the blanket it's gonna be a conspiracy
Offer me to manage, not takin off ya panties
But I do life if I touch his wife
But she wanna get right, so we do it all night till the woman is like
On my mic, that's a 1-2 check, check for a sound byte, right
Now she ready to spit
If she can swallow her pride then she swallowin' this
I tell her hop up inside that Murcielago, hit the radio and
(Pump that bass)

Yeah
Ay, the rims may offend you on the shit I slide into, fuck you
Bring it to the Dezzy tell ya be cool
Ahem, hold all the pistols, roll by the cops and
(Pump that bass)
Sittin on the corner lookin' like a owner
Talkin' to the owner, ye my price blown up
All in the strip club, never get a boner
Only get hard for D'oh! I'm Homer
And you're a simp son, and I'm a pimp son
And she ain't comin' to the crib till her friend come
We gettin' money over here you need to get some
Out comes the po, steal from my income
Outside where we take it if ya mouth run
Southside where I'm from, that's where ya bitch come
Yeah baby, I pedal the floors up and I'm lettin' the doors up when I
(Pump that bass)
Yeah
Ay, whatchu know about jeans from Japan
Hand made with the brand on the seam of the pants
And the steam in the seam of the pants also
And the steam, letter B on so don't go no where
Got plenty, more here and there
The shoes I wear you don't own a pair
Get it clear like a mirror, that's why ya girlfriend stare
Just been elected the president's here
Cheers, cheers, tangerine tequila, no beers
Ye, I like this here
Wit Ciara on the track it's music to my ears
That's when I go to the store and I ask for a Philly
If they don't have a Philly, I ask for a Swisha
If they don't have a swisha, I ask for..
That's when I ask for, that's when I ask for a Dutchey!
I ask for a Dutchey, they gotta have a Dutchey
I don't smoke backwoods I just smoke Dutcheys
And mama over there say she gon' fuck me
But, but naw she can't touch me
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Pill Poppin AnimalIma pill poppin animal [ricky ross]
Syrup syrup, syrup syrup, [cash money]
Syrup syrup, syrup syrup sippin nigga
Syrup syrup sippin

Im a pill poppin animal
Syrup sippin nigga
Im so high you could'nt reach me with a fuckin antenna

Im a pill poppin animal
Syrup sippin nigga
Syrup syrup sippin nigga
Syrup syrup sippin nigga

Im a pill poppin animal
Syrup sippin nigga
Im so high you could'nt reach me with a fuckin antenna

Ima pill poppin animal
Syrup sippin nigga
Syrup syrup sippin nigga
Syrup syrup sippin nigga

Im a pill poppin animal
Syrup sippin nigga
Im so high you could'nt reach me with a fuckin antenna
Feelin like a million bucks
Fillin up a philly blunt
Feelin on your bitch
If you dont like it i dont give a fuck
She know whats on my mind by the way a nigga look at her

She lookin at my watch if you dont like you should get you one
Love to make her ass bounce just to get the dick hard
Stickin on a double stack your rollin wit a rich boy
Make it do tha helicopter ?????
Tell it to the teleprompter you can tell em seven ???
Fifty grand in dolla bills
Call em nigga hollywood
Time to make a movie
Then its time to get up outta here
Sittin on fours
Sippin on gold
Tussin X no ice but,the lean is so cold
(I'm So High)
Im a pill poppin animal
Syrup sippin nigga
Syrup syrup sippin nigga
Syrup syrup sippin nigga

Im a pill poppin animal
Syrup sippin nigga
Im so high you couldn't reach me with a fuckin antenna
Im a pill poppin animal
Syrup sippin nigga
Syrup syrup sippin nigga
Syrup syrup sippin nigga

Im a pill poppin animal
Syrup sippin nigga
Im so high you could'nt reach me with a fuckin antenna1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Zoom Freestyle[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Weezy bad, nah really I'm good
Sound like a T-Rex live under my hood
And you better know the Tec live under my seat
Put you in the ground, now you live under my feet
All white diamonds on the front of my teeth
And you better put the O in front of my G
The bullshit they talking doesn't come to my knee
I'm like a linebacker, don't run it by me
My two best friends will accompany me
And right now they are in my dungarees 'sleep
One named Mack, one named Nina
They hit you, make you do the Macarena, where your tool?
You gon' need it like a muhfucker
And I am so New Orleans like a muhfucker
Its Young Money and we eating, get your own supper
Make me go off in the trunk, get that bone crusher

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Tec's, AK's, I leave the scene ugly
Chest, head, face, arms, legs, stomach
I never been afraid, I ain't scared of nothin'
Cause I got my thing, my thing, my thing
And that bitch go boom, boom boom
Boom, boom, boom
You hear them girls like ooh, ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
They like the way I ball, they call me hot sauce
They know I keep that toaster, you can be my Pop-Tart
I never had height, but boy I got heart
And I ain't gotta speak, I just let my car talk
I got more clips than any movie you saw
I pull up on you like I need some Grey Poupon
Hard hat? No, but I got the tool on
And you should be my paper if ever the tool is drawn
Flow retarded, when I spit, I get my drool on
I don't rap, I just shit like a newborn
I don't write, I just spit like a tooth gone
So tell them haters cut it out like a coupon
How come that chopper sound like a nuke bomb?
Little nigga gotta hold that bitch with two arms
I got the heat, the fire, and the lukewarm
I'm on your heels like a shoe horn

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Love You Right[Intro]
I hear you talking mad shit (Wayne)
I ain't hating but I know she don't love you right (Cherlise)
I hope you walking like you talking girl
Yeah you balking like a bad bitch haha (Wayne)
I ain't hating but I know she don't love you right (Cherlise)
And this called a dog's world (Wayne)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Hi, I'm Tunechi, I'm triple exclusive
I beat the pussy up, abusive
I'm hotter than Lucif'
I'm cooler than Doritos in the blue bag
Oh that's your old man?
Girl you need a new man
I ain't hating, I'm just speaking my mind
And if you ever wanna leave
I got a tree you could climb
Girl your man ain't shit, so fuck that nigga
Just put on your poker face
And straight flush that shit

[Hook: Cherlise]
And I ain't hating but I know she don't love you right
She don't kiss you right, she don't touch you right
And I could give you everything that you want tonight
If you want tonight, I put you on tonight
And I ain't hating but I know she don't love you right
She don't kiss you right, she don't touch you right
And I could give you everything that you want tonight
If you want tonight, I put you on tonight
Yeahhh

[Verse 2: Cherlise]
You can keep your credit cards, but don't buy out the bar
'Cuz I'm just trying to see what's in your hair, yeah
I ain't one of these broads, who you be breaking off
I'd rather hit you up on game instead, yeah
I hear a lot of talk but it ain't a lot of walk
And I'm the type of girl that you'll improve, yeah
I need a special kind of dude, yeah
So holla at me if it's you, yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cherlise]
I know you thinking you the man, but you should understand
You need something better hanging on your arm, yeah
So here's your chance to, change up your plans boo
Holla at me, my love is the bomb, yeah
I give you something that you can't say no to
Something that you can't refuse, yeah
So don't be acting like you really don't want to
Just man up and make a move, yeah
[Hook]

[Bridge: Cherlise]
I promise to be right here baby
Whenever you call me
I'll never keep you waiting for long
Baby, I'll drive you crazy
I'll make sure every night
My body's close and warm
Close to home

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Let’s Talk[Intro: Lil Wayne & Lenny Williams]
Let's talk it over now
Ahem
Let's talk it over now
Hey, princess
Yeah, you
Oh, baby
Streetrunner
Um...

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Knew I would love you like a fat kid love food
Knew I would score like Shaq did in school
Knew I was stupid, knew I looked like a big fool
I must have had the flu, I thought that shit was cool
Knew you would fall in love with me and the shit I do
But never knew you would murder me—what did I do?
Knew you was right for me, knew I was right for you
Knew I would help you sell, knew I would write for you
Knew I would keep you well, knew I would fight for you
Knew I would pull out my heart and bring it right to you
You knew all about me, baby
But you wasn't about me, baby, damn...
Young Wayne, prepare for change
'Cause it seems like girlie don't care the same
You had my chain, you beared my name
Then, we had champagne
[Hook: Lenny Williams]
Let's drink a toast
To you and me
Let's drink a toast to our love
And the way it's supposed to be, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Other people telling me I fell off
Other people telling me; I felt y'all
Mama tellin' me I should at least call
My mind tellin' me, "She should at least call"
Felt like I was at the bottom of the seesaw
Felt like I was at the bottom of the seashore
But you got to let her be, boy
And when you open up your eyes, I hope you see more
And when I see you, I see detours
Don't need to be depressed anymore
Baby girl, I need more
Now, run your mouth 'til your knees sore

[Bridge: Lenny Williams]
Let's talk it over, let's talk it over, let's talk it over now
Let's talk it over, let's talk it over, let's talk it over now
Let's talk it over, let's talk it over, let's talk it over now

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, five karats on her finger, got her hand smitten
But everybody get a ring, even Scottie Pippen
Everybody got a thing, but I guess mine isn't
What my vision
So I just sits in my Lamborghini, let my top vibe with me
Kick back and get high with me, chyeah
And if she still get me
I hope my wife know she got a playa for life
And that's no bullshitting, heh
I push love to its full limits
Do a hundred-ninety in the lane called "Memory"
And I know you in that lane with me
But when the light change, you didn't change with it
And now, I'm honking my horn
Got to get that dead grass off of my lawn
As I mose' on
The champagne's never froz-on, as it pours on the floor
[Hook: Lenny Williams]
Let's drink a toast
To you and me
Let's drink a toast to our love
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Lisa Marie[Verse 1]
She said her name was Lisa Marie
And she was a beast
Woman so bad, it's illegal to speak
She say she like me and she was eager to meet
And I was just as eager as eager as she
Body so sick you can eat off her feet
Go to the hospital, die in a week
She say she was a model, well obviously
'Cause I can sure picture her between my sheets
Baby was a flower with rose pedal cheeks
And every time she talk it's like a gold medal speech
Intelligent, she should teach
And if so
I will be a nerd like screech

[Pre-Chorus]
I told her I would write a rhyme about her and it would be sweet
I said I need the perfect track, she said, "That's deep"
I worked on it all night didn't get no sleep
Now here is my song and this is the beat

[Chorus]
This is the beat, this is, this is the beat
And here is my song about Lisa Marie
She- she- she said her name was Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
[Verse 2]
She said her name was Lisa Marie and she was discreet
Her picture's in the dictionary next to elite
I told her we can get away we can retreat
Cut off my arms put 'em on her seat
Cut off my legs put 'em on her head
So I could run through her mind like she does mine
And every time she smile it make me feel like a child
In the supermarket on the candy aisle
I saw a picture of her with her panties down
I fall asleep and dream, I'm a camera now
I would love to be the water in her shower
Or one of her bath towels

[Pre-Chorus]
I told her I would write a rhyme about her and it would be sweet
I said I need the perfect track, she said, "That's deep"
I worked on it all night didn't get no sleep
Now here is my song and this is the beat

[Chorus]
This is the beat, this is, this is the beat
And here is my song about Lisa Marie
She- she- she said her name was Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
[Verse 3]
She said her name was Lisa Marie and she was a piece
A piece of fine art like a piece of the leak
She was unique, exquisite
Like x y z, she was complete
And I think she like butterflies
Because she got one on her upper thigh
And her face is like summertime
Birthday the same month as mine with a different sign
Virgo, I go wherever her go
If she say so I'm on her like a fur coat
In November, she colder than December
She got me fallin' like timber

[Pre-Chorus]
I told her I would write a rhyme about her and it would be sweet
I said I need the perfect track, she said, "That's deep"
I worked on it all night didn't get no sleep
Now here is my song and this is the beat

[Chorus]
This is the beat, this is, this is the beat
And here is my song about Lisa Marie
She- she- she said her name was Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
Li- Lisa Marie
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Light Up[Intro: Timbaland]
There's nothing wrong with getting your body going

[Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland]
And light up like a motherfucker hot
And light up when this motherfucker drops
Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado
Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado
And light up, lock and motherfuckin' load
And light up, let this motherfucker glow
Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado
Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado

[Post-Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
And let me hit that before it goes out
Don't be so, so stingy (Just pass it on the left)
And let me hit that before it goes out
Ooh, like a motherfucker hot (Now everybody put one in the air)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Let's go, I did this one for the stone-heads
And the motherfuckers with the strong weed
Oh shit, my weed man's phone dead
See that's why I need to start growing my own weed
I'm like, "Oh my goodness, I don't smoke bullshit"
If you sober, don't judge me, leave it up to the jury
Smoke medicinal weed like I'm tryna cure shit
And I feel better than alligators with good skin
She roll my weed for me, hold my weed for me
She hold that shit, them other bitches got weak stomachs
I don't smoke hookah, I don't know the future
But last night was nuts, and it never got neutered
It go, "Smell it like you buy it, light it, hit it
Mix it with the hash, now we getting scientific
Psychedelic grass, I feel like the highest cricket
Just a pot-head, weed stinking like a pot to piss in," holla at me
[Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland]
And light up like a motherfucker hot
And light up when this motherfucker drops
Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado
Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado
And light up, lock and motherfuckin' load
And light up, let this motherfucker glow
Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado
Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado

[Post-Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
And let me hit that before it goes out
Don't be so, so stingy (Just pass it on the left)
And let me hit that before it goes out
Ooh, like a motherfucker hot (Now everybody put one in the air)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Okay, I'm smokin' strong, we smokin' strong
Living that pot head life, my nigga, my stove is on
I got them suicide doors, and they look like open arms
My nigga T in this bitch, I save all my rolls just for him
Okay, my pusher stay lowkey, my kush is a OG
I don't smoke regular like I don't eat whole wheat
I don't smoke mid neither, I got two bad bitches
Named Indica and Sativa, and we 'bout to have a threesome
Alright, I'ma need a light
My high coming down, I feel like I'm eating right
Marijuana should be legal, I'ma fight for equal rights
"I think I can, I think I can," got a nigga thinking twice
Coming straight from Cloud 9 like a lightning strike
Hit the blunt two times, then go nighty-night
She just want to open up, girl, hit this blunt and be you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that's all that we do," yeah
[Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland]
And light up like a motherfucker hot
And light up when this motherfucker drops
Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado
Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado
And light up, lock and motherfuckin' load
And light up, let this motherfucker glow
Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado
Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado

[Post-Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
And let me hit that before it goes out
Don't be so, so stingy (Just pass it on the left)
And let me hit that before it goes out
Ooh, like a motherfucker hot (Now everybody put one in the air)

[Bridge: Lil Wayne & Timbaland]
I get my weed from the west, where the weed is the best
I take a hit and inhale and take the deepest of breaths
I'm a hippie, my nigga, I be like, "Peace and respect"
And be the same motherfucker that'll beat you to death, oh
Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado
Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado (Alright)
Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado
Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado
Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado
Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado (Woo)
Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado
Rocky (JT, holla at me back)
[Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland]
And light up like a motherfucker hot
And light up when this motherfucker drops
Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado
Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado
And light up, lock and motherfuckin' load
And light up, let this motherfucker glow
Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado
Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado

[Outro: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland]
And let me hit that before it goes out
(Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum... Bu-bu-bu-bu)
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She’s a Ryder[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yup, yeahhh
She's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, for me
Now I don't know, I don't know, I don't know what you've been told
But all I know, all I know, all I know is that you been warned
About my girl - she's a killa, she's a killa, she's bad, she's bad, oh God
She's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder
And she rydin' for me, and she rydin' for me, and she rydin' for me
She's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder
And she rydin' for me, rydin' for me

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Ugh, yeah she a ryder like a lady in a wheelchair
Louise V. purse on her arm, she keep the steel there
She gon' hold me down if the feds come and get me
And I'mma make her fuck the judge for a lighter sentence

The devil wears Prada bitch, she rydin' for me, you don't want problems bitch
She about it, bitch, and she keep it real
And she owns two twin pumps like a pair of heels
No Nicole Richie, no Paris Hil', just my gangsta
Boy she'll spin you like a Ferris wheel

Takin' money and she bring it home to me, nigga
Yeah she's a ryder and she rydin' for me nigga
[Lil Wayne - Hook] x2
She's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder
And she rydin' for me, and she rydin' for me, she rydin' for me, rydin' for me
She's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder
And she rydin for me, rydin' for me, for me
Now I don't know, I don't know, I don't know what you've been told
But I know, but I know, oh I know that you been warned
About my girl - she's a killa, she's a killa, she's bad, she's bad, oh God

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Shawty hold the work for me
Shawty hold my gun for me
Shawty take Daddy Dick
Shawty never run from me
Shawty know what I like
But Shawty do it how I love it
Shawty hold me down when all them other bitches wasn't
[Repeat]
Shawty never argued 'bout a bitch or nothin'
Shawty know she number one
Fuck them other bitch's number
Let them other bitches wonder

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I don't know, what you been told
But I know, that you've been warned
About my girl, about my girl, about my girl, about my girl
She's a ryder, she's a ryder
And she rydin' with me, and she rydin' with me
She's a ryder, yeah, yeahhh
Rydin' for me
Oh she's a ryder
And she's rydin' with me
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One Way Trip[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Beat the beat up 'til the beat get punchdrunk
Drown in my flow motherfucker bring your swimmin' trunks
Everybody say they just do it, well I just don't
Times do change motherfucker but the gun don't
Woke up this morning with my dick to the ceilin'
Fell asleep with another chick from my buildin'
Kick her ass out and have breakfast like a muh'fucker
I'm with another bitch by supper
Yeah, me and hate that's an odd couple
Hehe, you niggas fake you wouldn't pop bubbles
You can act stupid, bitch, I'm dumber
And T. Barker is my motherfuckin drummer
Let's go!

[Refrain: Kevin Rudolf]
I'm fallin' down a landslide
On a one-way trip to you
You want me to take you for a ride
Well let's see what you can do
And it feels like uhh uh-uh uh-uh
And I know just what to do
Because I'm fallin down a landslide
On a one-way trip to you

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I been doin' this shit
And you know what they say about the shoe if it fit! Haha
Have a ball 'til I fall though
And if I die today I bet the world end tomorrow
It's fucked up how you ain't never me
And I got blind money, money you will never see
And only in the mirror's where you'll find a better me
I make money and my fingers make the letter B
I'm very sick, very sicker than you
And when I play sick, I'm Jordan with the flu, yeah!
Then I become a motherfucker
And my nigga Travis Barker is my drummer
Motherfucker, let's go!
[Refrain: Kevin Rudolf]
I'm fallin' down a landslide
On a one-way trip to you
You want me to take you for a ride
Well let's see what you can do
And it feels like uhh uh-uh uh-uh
And I know just what to do
Because I'm fallin down a landslide
On a one-way trip to you

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uhh
I get better with time and time is forever
So just sit back and watch my time get better
So check your watch, I'm strong as Scotch
Papa was a rollin' stone, I was born to rock
Tell it like it is, shit I don't know when it isn't
To be or not to be; shit, I don't know my decision
I don't know how I made it for this long in this condition
Cause my flow so sick I shoulda died in the first verse
Mr. Dr. Carter with my hand up a nurse skirt
Suck me like soup and I'ma eat you like surf n' turf
Hah! Just let me know when you comin
And my motherfuckin nigga T. Barker keep drummin
Let's go!
[Refrain: Kevin Rudolf]
I'm fallin' down a landslide
On a one-way trip to you
You want me to take you for a ride
Well let's see what you can do
And it feels like uhh uh-uh uh-uh
And I know just what to do
Because I'm fallin down a landslide
On a one-way trip to you

[Outro: Kevin Rudolf]
On a one way trip to you
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When They Come For Me[Hook]
And tell them boys
I'll be here when they come for me
Me and every single nigga
That got love for me
See, I got money on my mind
But the haters won't leave me alone
So I'm ridin' every day
With every pistol that I own
Tell 'em I'll be here when they come for me
Me and every single nigga
That got love for me
See, I got money on my mind
But the haters won't leave me alone
So I'm ridin' every day with every pistol
Every day with every pistol

[Verse 1]
Nigga you done fucked up
Nigga back the fuck down
I don't care where I go
I don't care who you know
Don't care about what you say
I'll put them words back down your throat
I don't care where you stay
Nigga I'm from Uptown
I gotta get 'em Slim
They talkin' beef to me
They just a bunch of bitches
They talkin' sweet to me
Pussy niggas
I guess I gotta eat pussy
I put a hole in 'em
Now that's a deep pussy
The cops hate me
But a star is born
The streets love me
But how long will they mourn
I'm a real nigga
Say real nigga thangs
Bullet don't have no name
[Hook]
And tell them boys
I'll be here when they come for me
Me and every single nigga
That got love for me
See, I got money on my mind
But the haters won't leave me alone
So I'm ridin' every day
With every pistol that I own
Tell 'em I'll be here when they come for me
Me and every single nigga
That got love for me
See, I got money on my mind
But the haters won't leave me alone
So I'm ridin' every day with every pistol
Every day with every pistol

[Verse 2]
Look, I never fold
Man, I just take my chance
I let life deal
And I just play my hand
Protection off safety
I look straight ahead
"I got them niggas, Weezy"
That's what the .380 said
You gotta play in the field to get paid
And then you gotta go lay
In that bed that you made
It's Cash Money
This the army brigade
And I'm spittin' like I ate a grenade
I'm dippin' in the 8 with the fade
With the wing in the butt
Yeah, put the wings up
And straight show 'em my guts
Yuck
Ain't my swagger so mean
And I know how to operate that machine
Brrrrrtt
[Hook]
I'll be here when they come for me
Me and every single nigga
That got love for me
See, I got money on my mind
But the haters won't leave me alone
So I'm ridin' everyday
With every pistol that I own
Tell 'em I'll be here when they come for me
Me and every single nigga
That got love for me
See, I got money on my mind
But the haters won't leave me alone
So I'm ridin' everyday with every pistol
Everyday with every pistol
Yeah

[Verse 3]
Aim at his brain
Make a nigga learn
And if that's chopper bullets
Then they supposed to burn
And if you've been in jail
I never saw a cell
But I come from New Orleans
Yeah, right there under Hell
I tell my gal "Don't you worry 'bout nothin'
But see, these niggas want me dead
So hold me tight when ya fuck me"
I told her
"I'm strapped, I'm a rider, girl
And I'mma shoot from every side
Like Around The World"
Believe that, and you can tell 'em bring the whole gang
I'm gon' get you with that automatic touchin' errthang
Nigga, it's the Birdman, JR. — Pure Pain
You just a curb stain
[Hook]
And tell them boys
I'll be here when they come for me
Me and every single nigga
That got love for me
See, I got money on my mind
But the haters won't leave me alone
So I'm ridin' everyday
With every pistol that I own
Tell 'em I'll be here when they come for me
Me and every single nigga
That got love for me
See, I got money on my mind
But the haters won't leave me alone
So I'm ridin' everyday with every pistol
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Sleepless[Intro]
Angels, Witches
Angels, Witches

[Verse 1]
Demonic, exotic, exotic, demonic
I pop Oxycodone like antibiotic
Textin' my phone, right now I'm on molly
It got me perspiring like I'm in Somalia
I should be more careful, right now I be wildin'
I could be more helpful, could not be more stylish
She could be my devil, she might be my goddess
It could be Satanic, it might be platonic
I tip my hat to her, she'd rather dollars
I drip a bath for her, she'd rather shower
She turned her back on me, I just massage her
Knew we were a match, didn't know we started fires
A bird is a plane? If it is, it's a private
Swerve in the lane, she either hit me or dodgin'
Meet me at the crossroads in the middle of rush hour
On end of the road, boys and men don't die

[Chorus]
Yeah, angels and witches (Angels and witches)
Bengals and kittens, swingers and hitters (Yeah)
Singles and sinners (Yeah)
Ankles, physicians, the pictures, the painters (Buh)
The sick one, the sane one (Yeah)
The lit one, the lame one, the mistress, the main one (Buh)
The witch and the angel (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
You got me sleepless, sleepless in Miami (Yeah)
You got me twinkling, so bright, bitches tanning (Yeah)
You got me thinkin' that love may be magic (Yeah)
You got me beefing with your baby daddy (Pew)
You got me sleepless, sleepless in Miami (Yeah)
You got me sleepless when I'm on a xanny (Yeah)
You got me sleepless, it might be the Addy
You got me creepin' inside my own mansion
(But you got me sleepless, sleepless in Miami)
You got me sneakin' and I got you snapping
When we be sleeping, you topless, no panties
You let me sleep right behind you, you nasty
You let me sleep, deep inside you, you savage
We never sleep, when we try, we get nasty (Yeah)
You never dream, if you do, I'ma catch you
You say don't skeet, if I do you gon' catch it, you nasty

[Chorus]
Yeah, angels and witches (Angels and witches)
Bengals and kittens, swingers and hitters (Yeah)
Singles and sinners (Yeah)
Ankles, physicians, the pictures, the painters (Buh)
The sick one, the sane one (Yeah)
The lit one, the lame one, the mistress, the main one (Buh)
Witches and angels (Yeah)
[Bridge]
You got me sleepless (Sleepless)
Sleepless in Miami (In Miami)
Yeah, you cut me deep, yeah
Deep in thought while I'm deep inside of you
Damn, that's deep (That's deep)

[Verse 3]
Hate me, love me, love me, hate me
Kiss me, bite me, suck me, taste me
Been around the world and [?]  I can't find my baby
I've been lookin' for the right one
Play one, wife one, main one, side one
Got a angel that I gotta die for
Adam, Eve, apple cider
Angel be killing me softly (Softly)
The witch, she be makin' it hard for me (Hard for me)
The witch on my broom, can't get off of it (Off of it)
She wear her halo with two horns through it (Woah)
Flap your wings, them shits vanilla white (Oh)
Feathers everywhere, no pillow fight (Oh)
My morning angel and my witch at night
Give me kiss of death, now I feel alive

[Bridge]
Angels, witches
Angels, witches (Angels)
Dangerous bitches (Bitches)
Angels and witches (Witches)
Angels and witches
Witches and angels (Angels)
Pretty and painful (Painful)
Pretty and painful, angels and witches
Deranged and delicious (Delicious)
Deranged and delicious
Strippers and strangers
Witches and angels
[Chorus]
Yeah, angels and witches, anus and titties
Bengals and kittens, swingers and hitters (Yeah)
Singles and sinners (Yeah)
The angel, the witch or the witch and the angel
The sick one, the sane one (Yeah)
The lit one, the lame one, the mistress, the main one
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Get Bizzy[Intro: DJ Drama]
See you niggas killin' me man
Did you think I don't hear you talkin'?
Like "Why Wayne and Dram' workin'?
Didn't wayne dis Dram'?
Didn't dram' dis wayne?" (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!)
See ya'll niggas just wait til I turn around then talk about me
Fool-ass niggas
But I'll do this for ya'll
Ya'll ain't learned that? HAHAHAHA

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Weezy F. bitch, I'm tired of y'all hatin'
I know ya head hurtin', you Tylenol-takin' mothafuckers
I'm the man, just ask your old lady
Like a true gentleman, I'm after your lady
I'm a massacre waitin' to happen, fuck all this rappin', boy
I get to cappin', leave you with holes like a napkin, man
He gon need napkin, no a band-aid, no a damn grave
I am Rampage Jackson on a rampage, step in my cage
Picture on my page, printed in the best book
Come up out my left pocket with a left hook
Mama said knock ya out, money made me block ya out
I got the game on lock, and I lock ya out
My jewelery singin' like a opera house
I brought that drop-top Phantom of the Opera out
Yeah, "Get Silly," not stupid man
Never save a ho, she better ask Soulja Boy to Superman
You can bet when I sleep, I'm Poloed down, head to feet
Polo horses on my sheets, I get that from Pimp C
Tall cup of DJ Screw, sippin' on a pint of Big Moe
Sharper than a tack ho, you can keep the tic toe
Yeah, red scarf on my neck
Red diamonds lookin' like red barf on my neck, ugh
And to my Bs, nigga, "Soo-woo"
Cause I be with more Bs than Juju-
Big bro, I'm a big dog
And I don't mean fleas when I say I'm ticked off
Haha, nigga, I don't ever scratch
And if she throw that pussy, big dog fetch
Type of soldier on some sketch that shit
I'ma draw that pistol, make your chest a tablet
You are just a tad bit and I'm a whole lot
Young Money mothafucker, but the money so not
[Interlude: Gudda Gudda]
It's Young Money, nigga!

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Sick with' it, hard body like Iron Mike
The flow is C4, I drop bombs like dynamite
You niggas is sweet, yeah sweet like Mike'n Ikes
Bob Barker with the Phantom white, cause my price is right
Hit the club nigga, then I leave with' two dykes tonight
Let my niggas cut them up, they gon' get a slice tonight
Nigga peep my wrist game, you can see the ice is right
Blind everybody in this motherfuckin spot tonight
Superman, blowing on a Swisher full of kryptonite
Got the wolves with' me here, I'm howling in this bitch tonight
Niggas say they hard body, but I can't tell
Nigga, you can get yo shit cracked like a crab shell
You want war with' the boys, so be it
We in all red like the fuckin Soviet Army
Rush a bitch, nigga if he talking crazy
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Rider[Intro]
Hahahahaa
Oh you we
Young Weezy Baby
Owwohh

[Hook]
I won't deny it, I'm a fuckin' rider
And you don't wanna fuck with me, ha
But I bet she gon' wanna fuck with me
Cause who wouldn't wanna fuck with me
Now I can't tell you shit 'bout the next man
But he ain't got nothin' on me
So baby, you should bury him
And just marry me, just marry me

[Verse 1]
Ok, I'm looking for a redbone
And when I get her, I'mma tap it like a fed-phone
And shorty talk about her man, she said she tired of him
I said, well baby I'mma have you tryin' to hide from him
And if its Weezy then the women wanna lie to him
And I'mma give it to em, mama said give it to em
So I'mma give it to her just the way she want it
I said girl I'm tryin to put my name on it
I'm tryin to own it
Welcome to my ranch, and I'mma act a donkey
From the mornin, to the night, to the mornin
And if you back it up, then I'mma jump on it
[Hook 2]
I said I won't deny her
Shorty is a rider
And she gon ride for me
I said she lookin like my Bride to be
I take one knee
Let me take one knee
And I said, baby will you marry me
We live ever after happily
Just the way it's supposed to be
Just you and me
Just you and me

[Verse 2]
Haa
Yeah shorty said she want a rider
And I could be that image, more like a provider
I can provide her
And if you lookin for me I'm probably inside her
You only like her
I'm tryin to wife her
See I'm a lighter, and she's my fire
See we are tighter than grip pliers
She gets me higher, higher than my purp
Shortie's so bright when you look at her make your eyes hurt
Better get a visor
Oh yeah shes cold yeah shes cooler than an iceberg
Fuck what you might heard
You only like her, I'm tryin to wife her
[Hook]
And I said I won't deny her, shorty is a rider
And she gon ride for me
I said she lookin like my Bride to be
I take one knee, let me take one knee
And I said, baby will you marry me
We live ever after happily
Just the way that it's supposed to be
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Hot Revolver (Extended Edition)[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Young Mullah Baby
Young Mullah Baby

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
She sayin
"Do you have the time
To listen to me whine?"
She askin
"Whos on the other line?"
You diss me everytime
I tell em, "baby im a star
Shit, I'm above a star"
And now
I done got so high
I did forgotten
Who you are (are,are)
Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh
Ah ah
Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh
Im in love with you
But I can't be with you
Tomorrow Ill be back up on the first flight
Right up out of town

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Young mullah baby
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I think I'm a Spaceship
Girl I gotta drop your ass off
(oh oh eh eh)
Last night
Ya we were spaced girl
You love it
Girl I gotta take off
(oh oh eh eh)
Cause I'mma be here next week
So call your company
& take off
Oh oh oeh oh oh eh
Cause she say "Wayne Wayne"
So she got me all impatient
Cry me a river
I can hear my conscious
While I say aloud

Hook: Dre
Boy you got a problem
(a problem)
And you ain't foolin no one, but yourself
(but yourself)
You're like a hot revolver
(a hot revolver)
But you ain't killin no one, but yourself
And so shes gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all alone
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I told her I can be with her
But I can't be with her
As much as she like me to
She like me too much
Thats the problem
"Oh my god" then
Shorty be whillin
And when I say I got to leave
You wouldn't believe
All of the things
That she'll do
And all of the things
She'll say to make me stay
And I be like "damn"
I've been that boy for forever
I'll be back someday
But she wanna go with me to outer space
So we made love in the Milky Way
& then I send her on her way

Hook: Dre

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
And now she's not pickin' up the phone
I don't know what to do
Thinking about going to her home
Landing my spaceship on her roof
Going through her bedroom window
Only to find a mans shoe on the floor
Ohhh noo, ohhh noo, ohhh noo
And I'm like
"Who am I to blame?"
When she was pleading "Wayne
If you ever leave again
I don't wanna see you anymore."
Hop back in my space ship
Hope that I don't spot you at all
Eh eh oh
Because baby if I see you
I'mma probably knock your ass out
Eh eh oh
Put you in the trunk
Throw him over the bridge, and take off
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Velvet[Intro]
My nigga Hood just walked in this bitch
All I know is what she tell me and all she tell me is she love me
(Turn the music up in my headphones please)
Uh

[Verse 1]
All I know is what she tell me and all she tell me is she love me
Well, call me a dummy, 'cause I believe all that she say
Mama didn't raise me this way, what I don't know won't hurt me
So I just continue to do it, I just continue to do you
'Cause you got that ooh, ooh
Got me in this bitch like ooh, ooh
Teach me some new things, be my Guru

[Chorus]
I'm doin' this for the bald hair hoes, long hair hoes
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin' but hoes
The nappy hair hoes, the good hair hoes
Hoes, hoes, ain't-
I'm doin' this for the natural hair hoes, fake hair hoes
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin' but hoes
Those hoes ain't nothin but hoes
Nothin' but hoes compared to the woman that I chose

[Verse 2]
Oh, now all them hoes mad
All them hoes mad, you got all them hoes mad
They see that you got me all in your hands
You should put me down and give them all autographs, that'd be dope
Tonight, a lot goin' down
'Cause I'm goin' down, finna prove my crown
And I won't stop until I hear the ooh, ah sound
Lord, I don't know what I'm doin'
Lord, I don't know what I'm doin'
All she know is what I tell her, all I tell her is I'm her's
Lord, I don't know what I'm doin'
But I mean every word
Yeah, Lord, I don't know what I'm feelin'
But it's a feelin' I deserve, yeah
Now all my hoes mad, all my hoes mad
I got all my hoes mad
They say, "Tune, I'm never callin' your ass"
And I text 'em and say, "You just caught in the past"
And that's, oh
All these hoes mad, all these hoes mad
We got all these hoes mad
They see how we makin' love, it's so grand
A celebrity couple, they all know they fans of us both
And we turn up, never turn down
I pull her skirt down, first round, ooh
She a beast when her hair down
Her feet like they never touched the ground
I like her red, but she light brown with the perfect smile
Same smile on our first child, whoa
Wait, wait Tune you need to slow down
Don't forget it's still the first round
I know, I know, but I just continue to do it
I just continue to do you
What is this voodoo?
Got me in this bitch like, ooh, ooh
Soundin' like I'm with the Zulu
I just continue to-, I just continue to do it
I just continue to do you
You got that ooh, ooh
Got me in this bitch like, ooh, ooh
Teach me some things, be my guru
[Chorus]
And this one goes out to the bald hair hoes, the long hair hoes
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin' but hoes
The nappy hair hoes, the good hair hoes
Hoes, hoes
I'm doin' this for the curly hair hoes, straight hair hoes
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin' but hoes
Those hoes ain't nothin' but hoes
Nothin' but hoes compared to the woman that I chose

[Post-Chorus]
Uh, a lot goin' down
'Cause I'm goin' down, finna move downtown
I won't stop until I hear the ooh, ah sound
Yeah, I won't stop until I-
I won't stop until I hear the ooh, ah sound

[Verse 3]
Lord, I don't know what I'm doin'
But you know just what I'm doin'
So with that said I'ma keep doin', keep doin' just what I'm doin'
My homies ask me how I'm doin', I can't wait to say I'm good
They say, "Be careful, she know what she doin'
But as long as you good then we good," that's my niggas
Nigga you hooked, you just don't know how happy you look
You a whole different person
You make it look worth it, you makin' me nervous and got these hoes shook
But fuck everyone, fuck the world, fuck everything
If she make you feel good, then you make her feel gooder
I feel like Nina, she Nina brown sugar
I'm high off of love, that's why she my pusher
[Outro]
And baby, tonight (Woo)
A lot goin' down (Yeah)
'Cause I'm goin' down, finna prove my crown (Yeah)
I won't stop until I hear the ooh (I won't stop), ah
And baby, tonight (Baby, tonight)
A lot goin' down (Yeah)
'Cause I'm goin' down, finna move downtown (Alright)
I won't stop until I hear the ooh, ah sound
Yeah, Lord, I don't know what I'm doin'
Lord, I don't know what I'm doin'
All she know is what I tell her, and all I tell her is I'm her's (I'm yours baby)
Lord, I don't know what I'm doin'
But I meant every word (Every word, baby)
Lord, I don't know what I'm feelin'
But it's a feelin' I deserve, yeah
Now all these hoes mad, all these hoes mad
We got all these hoes mad
They see how we makin' love, look so grand
A celebrity couple, they all know they fans of us both (Yeah)
I'm lovin' this shit, how hard do our kids feel confident, hell
Girl, I can't believe that he lovin' that bitch
They didn't even believe love still exist, but we showed 'em, yeah
Hoes, ain't nothin but hoes (Nothin' but hoes)
Nothin' but hoes compared to the beautiful woman I chose
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Get It Shawty Remix[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay, I'm Weezy, baby
And, I am from the south where we call our women 'Baby'
Hey, baby, hey, baby, all day I smoke, hey, hey, hey
I'm balling like fadeaway, three letter credit, AOK
Black car, black car, girl, I've got a black car
Can I buy some of your time and charge it to my black card
You can be my bitter sweet, shake that sugar and salt
Chain's full of asphalt, bullshit walks, cash talks
Car black, car big, car fast, Car- ter
Can I stick my pencil in your sharpner
Beat it up like it's a drum, call me Travis Barker
Tat, tat, tat, boom, boom, tat, tat, boom, boom, tat, tat

[Hook: Lloyd]
All I really want is for you to back it up
Go and back it up, back it up, put your weight on it
Because it's alright, do what you want to, make me believe you
Get it, shorty because it's the remix, baby, the remix, baby, the remix
So get, get, get it, shorty because it's the remix, baby

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
I'mma Show you How To Get These Ho's
Fully Clothed Or The Shoe Models
Ya'll Know Those That Work That Pole
Tight Calf Muscles Manicured Toes
French Tips for The French Kiss On
The French Riviera
Ever Been There , Neva
Well I'm internationally known
And excepted Gone Get Naked
No I Respect it So I'mma exit
Sand in an Hourglass Gone By The Second
I'mma Get Shawty Like Danny Devit-o
Hit A Party Get It Started Shall We
Go smoke Past The velvet rope
Hopin Later On That She Gets Her Pelvis Broke
Say Ichi Ni San Shi, He Say We Say Ding Dong Pssh
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chammilionaire]
Go get his card and hit the mall
And buy whatever that you want and
He keep calling, keep ignoring
I'mma pick You Up and We Goin Bounce Like Spalding
Tight up balling Chicks like tila
Sidekicks * pics looking like vida
Pull Into the Max Just Look At my meter
Fallin' in love the minute I meet her
Groupies be trying to act like they divas
Till I eject them outta my beamer
Step to the side its lookin Like We The Same As A Sumo With a wife beater
Super tight koopa's right
Put a little player-ism In Your life
Cause I'm the type of grinch that you like
My money mean and ain't too polite
To play or to dance?
Naw, baby stop it
The right time to do it
See the top as it's poppin'
See the door when it's lockin'
Jaws will drop cause they watchin'
Candy Paint changing Huey's
Call it pop, lock, and drop it
Get it shawty (Pssh)
[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Talkin About It[Intro]
Yeah, OK

[Hook]
Came in the game as a young'n
Signed with Cash Money
Pocket full of money
Niggas popping shit
Always talking 'bout something
See ya ass in public
It's a whole 'nother subject
Man, they just talking 'bout it
They just talking 'bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
I'm on the streets with it
See, where I come from
You gotta be about it
And if you want it-want it
We come and see about it

[Verse 1]
OK, uh
It's Weezy baby, like the last shit
A big car and a bad bitch, uhh
I'm so fly I need my ass kicked
These niggas balling by accident, uhh
Keep talking, nigga fuck up your body
Send ya home
And tell ya mom it was an accident, uhh
I'm a G 'til the casket
Drop on my glasses, uhh
Fast money, I'm the fastest
I got that hustler's passion
Ya know?
Them boys back at the ass-end
I'm at the bank tryna cash in
OK
[Hook]
Came in the game as a young'n
Signed with Cash Money
Pocket full of money
Niggas popping shit
Always talking 'bout something
See ya ass in public
It's a whole 'nother subject
Man, they just talking 'bout it
They just talking' bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
I'm on the streets with it
See, where I come from
You gotta be about it
And if you want it-want it
We come and see about it
OK

[Verse 2]
Yeah
There's been a murder
Bitch, I make a killing
Insurance papers in the safe
Money in the ceiling
I got a pillowcase full of pistols
Come through a nigga house
And aim at the pillows
Yeah, wake up, wake up
Fuckin with them boys
You could wake up taped up
Ya dig?
Now go on, drink that lake up
Stick him in the trunk
And let him feel that bass pump
Ahah, these niggas is nuts
Man, that M-14 leave you physically fucked
Hah, these niggas is ducks
Well you could call me Scrooge
Cause I'm swimming in bucks
Bitch
[Hook]
Came in the game as a young'n
Signed with Cash Money
Pocket full of money
Niggas poppin shit
Always talking 'bout somethin'
See ya ass in public
It's a whole 'nother subject
Man, they just talking 'bout it
They just talkin bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
I'm on the streets with it
See, where I come from
You gotta be about it
And if you want it-want it
We come and see about it
OK

[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah
Too hot, too cold
I'm, I'm red hot, blue cold
Yeah, I knock ya melon out ya fruit bowl
All my guns black, I got true soul
Yeah, and I call my coupe a Black Panther
Blatt-llatt-llatt
That's the gat anthem
And if a nigga play with family, for that matter
I'mma smoke so many niggas, I'mma catch cancer
Yeah, and if I step up out this Benzo
You know I'm coming with a gun, like a Nintendo
They soft, them niggas falling when the wind blow
And I'm rolling up my window
Fuck 'em!
[Hook]
Came in the game as a young'n
Signed with Cash Money
Pocket full of money
Niggas poppin' shit
Always talking bout somethin
See ya ass in public
It's a whole 'nother subject
Man, they just talking 'bout it
They just talking 'bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
I'm on the streets with it
See, where I come from
You gotta be about it
And if you want it-want it
We come and see about it
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Pop Off[Intro]
Here we go

[Verse 1]
Huh, piss me off, I piss back
S-Sixty-nine, that's a 9 tucked right by my six pack
I'm with my slime, treat a toe tag like I treat a trim tac
W-We send you to a different world, please say hi to Sinbad
Now, it's so hard to not bust down the presidential wristband
Got so much platinum on me right now, I look like the tin man
Tunechi a gardener, I'm about to water that bitch implants
You kick it off, I kick your ass, don't piss me off I shit back, huh

[Pre-Chorus]
Sh-She gone be up till like 6, micro-dosing on this dick
I'm micro-managing prescriptions, said tomorrow, I'ma quit
And then tomorrow I forget 'cause it's too hard around this bitch
Need some water, I'ma pop me a blue dolphin, that's for Nip
And I can't go without the sip, bitch, I've been sippin' sincе Lil Flip
Dosing off inside my bitch, so, nigga, I woke up like this
I'm bringing homе the bacon like a pigsty over here, bitch
Pigs fly over here, get shot down and fried over here
Pigs get fed, hogs get slaughtered everyday that's law and order
Stick his head in boiling water
Leave eighteen holes on his corner, now I'm golfing
Rickie Fowler, Arnold Palmer, get my shot off
Come in your church, and Peter pop off
[Chorus]
Come in your church, and Peter pop off
Come where you work, and Peter pop off
Come in your turf, and Peter pop off
Whatever is first, I Peter pop off
Innocent person, Peter pop off
After I squirt, she clean her top up
Pop a perc, so Peter pop off
Whatever is first, I Peter pop off

[Verse 2]
Faded for real, skating for real, my niggas brazy for real, yeah
Get paid to get killed, get sprayed to get spilled, get shot from your head to your heels, yeah
She head over heals, she taking these pills, they give her the craziest thrills
I'm sedated a lil, but ain't no big deal, still fuck like I'm straight outta jail
The feds is raiding my crib but ain't no big deal, I'm way ahead of the field
These diamonds invaded my grill, got me from ear to ear, smiling like I'm Draymond for real
Go sicko mode, hungry hippo mode
24 carats shining like a glass of Michelob, here's a toast
Here we go, I can not tell if you're really real or not, can't take a loss I can't take a L
I'm famous as hell, I ain't really well, but I'm hanging in there like Patti Labelle
I'm stainless as steel, I'm flawless as fuck, the pain is concealed from all of the drugs
Brr, Hello I'm calling your bluff, here we go

[Pre-Chorus]
Sh-She gone be up till like 6, micro-dosing on this dick
I'm micro-managing prescriptions, said tomorrow, I'ma quit
She gone be up till like 6, micro-dosing on this dick
I'm micro-managing prescriptions, said tomorrow, I'ma quit
And then tomorrow I forget, it-it's too hard around this bitch
Need some water, I'ma pop me a blue dolphin, that's for Nip
And I can't go without the sip, bitch, I've been sippin' since Lil Flip
Dosing off inside my bitch, so, nigga, I woke up like this
Pigs get fed, hogs get slaughtered everyday that's law and order
Stick his head in boiling water
Leave eighteen holes on his corner, now I'm golfing
Rickie Fowler, Arnold Palmer, get my shot off
Come in your church, and Peter pop off
[Chorus]
Come in your church, and Peter pop off
Come where you work, and Peter pop off
Come in your turf, and Peter pop off
Whatever is first, I Peter pop off
Innocent person, Peter pop off
Pull up the skirt, I peel her top up
Pop a perc, so Peter pop off
Whatever is first, I Peter pop off

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
Anthem 'pon anthem 'pon anthem, No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Kisha[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Got a early call from Kisha, Kisha wanted me to meet her
She said she thought it was time to make the relationship get deeper
Said cool then I'm gon' beep ya
What would be a good time to reach ya
She said what about ten but l thought eleven would be sweeter
Cuz she wanted me to see her, said I needed a teaser
But shit who got the keys to my Beamer
I rolled me up a blunt and got the Cristal out the freezer
I hopped in the two seater, left Nae-Nae with Macita
Vroooom speed up run faster than a cheetah
Only thing on my mind is how l'm gone get all in this cheap slut
Should I use a rubber cause I heard she was a freak but
They say she keep it cleaned up, but I don't want HIV bruh
I drop my top on da drop-top (I'm bout ready to meet her), her name's on my beeper
I called her on the Nokia
And told her come pick me up
As soon as I got in the house she got on her knees and grabbed my penis
Ate it up like some peanuts
I said "oooohhhh Kisha"
Chopped off like a millimeter
She drunk it like a 2 liter
She blow like a pro, oh no I got to keep her
Told her l'd be back about eleven I'm gone creep her
But don't go you to sleep, I got some more meat to feed ya
[Verse 2: Turk]
Now I'm hot, I wonder what's up with Kisha tonight
I'm gone give her a call, see if it's alright
For me to dip through, she said it's all gravy
First I got to get somebody to watch my baby
(Baby) it's all good, I'll be there in a minute
But she didn't know I knew Wayne was already hittin' it
Soon as I pull up I see my dog runnin out
He saw me peepin at him, but he didn't open his mouth
Soon as he pulled off
I knocked on the door
Sayin to myself look at this dog ass ho
Its cool what you do
You know I like my shit sucked
For you to swallow the cum and put ice on my nuts
Caught my nut, now I'm up
I'm gone holla at ya Kittie
I got studio tonight, me and da H B'eezeys
I can't be late, I'm gon' see ya when I could
Hit Juve on the hip, let him know it was all good

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
Ooohh Oooh there she go, on the way to the corner store
Lil Turk let me know, we done fucked the same bitch before
Say lil mama where you headed, she told me forget it
Hop in the back seat of my car and she spread it
Say baby slow down I don't wanna fuck ya first
I want you to suck on my dick until my nuts will burst
She was a fool with it
She said she had a good teacher she went to school with it
Cuz she knew what to do with it
I didn't want the bitch to have my car all smellin
So I took her in the alley with some K Y Jelly
Pull your shorts and your draws down to your knees
Put the rubber on the dick handle that please
I hit it she sucked it
Hit it she sucked it and sucked it
I got tired of the pussy and mouth and I said fuck it
Hey ho, I gotta ride
My baby moma beepin me and she stay way on the other side
I hit B.Geezy on the celly
And told him that the bitch was all good up in the alley
Not the telly
[Verse 4: B.G.]
This ho don't know I know she fucked three of my dogs
I caught her walkin out the alley down by the mall
She fucked Wayne, Juve, Turk, I know she ain't got no walls
But they told me she'd do a damn job on the balls
She provided the number later on gave her a call
Told her what I was thinkin and she was down with it all
Can't deny it she was a fool kept that dick standin tall
What she'll do a nigga, should be against the law
That's how Hot Boys play it when we finish we toss
Baby when you finish Manny Fresh down the hall
After this episode that ho won't be able to walk
After two or three steps that ho might just fall
Now you know then Hot Boys sad ha
Get in the bitch head, end up doing somethin bad ha
Kisha got did right yeah
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No Brainer[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Turn the music up

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, them hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades
Don’t let it blow up in your face slime
Had to buy my dick a barricade
And a motherfuckin' K9
We murk niggas in the day time when the birds chirpin' and the flowers bloomin'
Everybody got automatics like cockin' back is too time-consumin'
Bought my bitch her own business so she can stay the fuck out mine
But she know hoes, hoes ain’t nothin' but hoes, ain’t good for nothin' but a house fire
Got a .9 right by her panty line, she’ll blow you away like a dandelion
And before they cross me, they’ll nail me to it
And I'ma dance when it's hammer time
My insides fucked up, and it feels so good to be vandalized
And these bars is handlebars, 'cause when I spit, I handle mine
God made dirt and dirt don’t hurt, that’s a lie
Cause I come from that dirty-dirty, and I know pain like raps and rhymes, my nigga
Doing big things, big wings, dragonflies
If I don’t live to see tomorrow, all my kids got daddy's eyes

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I hustle, hustle like the rent was due yesterday
Muscle car got more muscles than a heavyweight
Take these bitches breath away, resuscitate
And the weed I smoke is strong as pepper spray, that strong
Pussy walls I interior decorate
All the police ever say is stay behind the yellow tape
Put in over time, that’s why I get paid the big check
Tote a .45 'cause they ain’t make the .46 yet
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Got all my niggas with me, that’s a no brainer
Fuck around and you can get shot up, like a low angle
Old ass money, I been ballin’ my nigga
And I been stop wearing Versace
'Cause I was wearing Versace when Pac was wearin' Versace

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, real niggas say, "Woo woo"
And such and such kill such and such
The streets talkin', bullshit walks on crutches but it strut the strut
Niggas panic, button pressin', the end is coming, count your blessings
We livin' in the day and time, where the Ten Commandments are now suggestions
How depressin', how unpleasant, click-clack, pow intestines
Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies, I found the crevice
High socks, and tie-dye shirts
My fashion statement is a run-on sentence
Pussy niggas still making me sick
Kill all them niggas, no more symptoms

[Verse 3: Flow with Lil Wayne]
I’m smokin' weed in my tool shack
I'm gettin' twisted like Allen wrenches
Bitch, come dance with the devil nigga like ballerinas in catechism
Got a AK with a shell-catcher
And I'll pistol whip ya 'til your head swell up
No Xanax, just coke and Henny
I had to kick that shit like 4/20
And I hit yo' ass with the SIG Sauer (Boom)
Had them put you back together like a jigsaw
And I'ma still bring that bacon home
I don't really give a fuck what the pigs thought
A pussy-ass rat, that's Tom and Jerry (Yeah)
I was gettin' fat off of commissary (Yeah)
And rest in peace to my nigga Soupy (Yeah)
I've been goin' in since Slime was buried (Suwoop)
And in jail, them snacks like bags of money
Just imagine what I had before a bag of cookies
A new deck of cards and a bag of coffee
Get you poked up dead in the shower, bloody
It's fucked up but it's safe to say
For the last seven months, I felt right at home (True)
And with the same pen that they stabbed you with
I'll wash that bitch off and go write a poem (Ugh)
Niggas sleepin' on me, had to shoot one time just to see who'd wake
I don't see your fate but I can see you fake
I gotta light my grass just to see you snakes
Bitch, life is a gamble
Pay up what you owe boy
No drive-bys like they did Ricky
I'm hoppin' out like Doe Boy
(Do-do-do-do-do)
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Hustle like the rent was due yesterday
Muscle car got more muscles than a heavyweight
On the edge, just one step away so step away
And the weed I smoke is strong as pepper spray, that strong
Pussy walls I interior decorate
All the police ever say is stay behind the yellow tape
Put it over time, that’s why I get paid that big check
Tote a .45 'cause they ain’t make a .46 yet

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Got all my niggas with me, that’s a no brainer, yeah
I got all my niggas with me, that’s a no brainer, yeah
Got all my niggas with me, that’s a no brainer, yeah
Blow your fuckin' brains out, that's a no brainer, hahaha8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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John (If I Die Today)[Lil Wayne]
Fo' fo' bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call it triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset, been fucking the world and nigga I ain't come yet
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my fucking address, huh

[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
[Rick Ross]
Big black, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in a yellow bitch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop ?
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected I got killers in Chicago

[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]

Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
[Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox
Big b's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip, then roll the window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas cinnabun
I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna come
200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass Nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, with your looking-ass nigga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a holiday

[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip ya apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus
Niggas gather round, I got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up
It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up
[Lil Wayne]
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
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American Star[Intro]
Woooo!!
Music up please
One, two, three...

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Born and raised in the USA
By way of New Orleans where the killers stay
Okay... uh, uh, alright, yeah
Born and raised in the USA
Where the government's watching what you do and say
Hey, hey, ha ha, alright
Well I'mma tell you this story 'bout a nigga with glory
Yeah I come from piss poor, and now I live in six story houses
Now how's this? Ha!
Listenin to my own voice in my black Rolls Royce
Get the girls of my choice to take off their shorts and blouses
I take off my trousers, yeah!
And you don't know nothing about this
I'm a dope boy with a guitar

[Hook: Shanell + (Lil Wayne)]
Hey daddy can you let me
Ride with the band in the back seat
Ridin with the dope boy (I'm, I'm a dope boy with a guitar)
Tell them if they're lookin for me
I'm on the road to the next city, ridin with the dope boy
Dope boy with a guitar...
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Born and raised in the USA
By way of New Orleans where the killers stay
But that's okay, yeah, that's alright, yes!
I'm loved and praised in the USA
My ancestors were slaves in the USA
But not today, it's alright
Yeah, come on!
Oh I'm a dope boy with a guitar

[Hook: Shanell + (Lil Wayne)]
Hey daddy can you let me
Ride with the band in the back seat
Ridin with the dope boy (I'm, I'm a dope boy with a guitar)
Tell them if they're lookin for me
I'm on the road to the next city, ridin with the dope boy

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Bridge!! Born and raised in the USA
Where my president is B-L-A-C-K
Where my president is B-L-A-C-K
Where my president is B-L-A-C-K
I was born and raised in the USA
And all I wanna do is play
So turn me up
Turn me up
So turn me up
Turn me up3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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IntroRasta dem king of the jungle
Dread lock swing down me back like Repunzel
My bred'dren sling dem pack an' dem bundle
We'll take your tings, sell it back to your uncle
And we'll make it rain till your dances will come true
We'll make it rain so you betta bring a swimsuit
Alone when I came, but I'm leavin with them two
Gals give me brain, give me brain like temples
And him got the game, game sharp like a pencil
And if you want formage we can crash like a symbol
And Let prepare me window, on my new sports coupe
Twelve hoarses in the hood, sittin on hoarse shoes
Come from the land that Jesus walked through
Sacrifice me life, man I bleed for me uncle
Them no want to run, run with me them no want to
Murder them, and the family them belong to
Next ting them kno I run a street like a car door
You go after me, me I dearly depart you
Hip hop is mine now, Mine what you gone do?
I can jump on any nigga song and make a part two
Playtime for me, cuz see to me, they are cartoons
How come every joint be on point like a harpoon?
How come evry bar stand strong like a barstool?
How come every line is so raw you gone snort too?

Murder them. Man I murda them. Fuck a competition, man I murda them
Man murda them. Man I murda them. Fuck a competition, man I murda them
And that is why I'm hot
Its Da Drought 3, Welcome
Have fun!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Outstanding[Intro]
Dynamic, articulate, perceptive, courageous, outspoken
Just a few of the adjectives that so in adequately describe

[Verse]
Ahem, Mr. D. Carter
From out the deep water
Thank the lord for my voice, the beat, and the recorder
Now pick an alphabet and you're z'in'
While I'm up tryin' to be the best mc'in
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 ain't enough, so I got an occupation
Gotta bring the bacon, straight to the kitchen table
Homie if your girl pregnant, you should kiss her naval
Cause you probably won't live, to see the motherfuckin' cradle
Your past left a scar, and the future's lookin' fatal
You can't be sorry, you gotta be a savior
Gotta be the bread winner, so go rob the bread maker
When they put your homey to sleep, it's gotta be a wake up
You move in the hood, then you gotta meet the neighbors, damn
Bitch get off me
I'm the little ass nigga, known as big homie
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 ain't dyin' just yet, I'll take a shit in the coffin
I already know how to piss in the toilet
I'm tryin to get the pot to piss in in the mornin'
I never fall back, I'd rather go forward
And when I come through you betta duck like Howard
Because I got power, just like a forward
I come through the lane, and straight dunk like Stoude-
Mire, Amare reminds me of I, uh
He's a Pheonix sun and I am fire
Dis-re-spect and I spit fire
To your neck and back like you are Khia
DJ White Owl
Hey
Now would you 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, please
Let me do me, I got the recipe, feed
I'm all about my bread, like a sesame seed
Big dog talkin', check the pedigree, flees (HaHa)
And I ball like every team
And I got, every girl havin' sex with me dreamin'
My heart is in the dirty but the rest of me's clean
I jump for Hollygrove like a trampoline fiend
And I rock ya bells like a tambourine, bing
Jewelry shinin' like blush, Maybelline bling
Red Giants jersey if you know what I mean
Give me Plaxico Burress, number 17
One circle, three fingers is the theme
And young money motherfucka is the team8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Weak[Intro: Lil Wayne & SVW]
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
Turn the music up a little bit in my headphones, please
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
Yeah, that's more like it, uh
Mhm, yeah
Got my nigga Dre in here with me, my nigga YoYo in here with me
I'm 'bout to talk to the shawties though

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Ooh girl, you got me so weak
Ooh girl, your body unique, Amen, yes Lord
You an amazing lil broad
When you pass out wave and applaud, baby on call
Late at night spent on a beach
Hold hands and gaze at the stars, I play the guitar
When we fuck it's crazy, bizarre
She say I'm raising the bar
Her legs is ajar, her hair is a mess
She raising her arms, I stare at her breast, then I caress
And now she impressed, she say I'm the best, and I say I guess, and now she obsessed
And now she just text, with a request, to come be my guest, I said be my guest, have her W-E-A-K F-O-R W-E-E-K-S, I'm serious
I eat that pussy 'til she delirious, then she blow me like helium
Her tongue long, reptilian
Make love long, resilient, and then we spoon like cereal
And I came like four or five times, she just swallowed whole familia, and now I'm weak
[Chorus: SVW & Lil Wayne]
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
(Yeah)
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
(Weak)
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
Yeah, I say girl I'm weak in the knees, I can't even feel 'em
W-E-A-K
What to do (weak)
All who's here, is you

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Girl, where you going and where you coming from?
I could take you where you never been before
I make them hoes go back in they Pigeonhole
And turn the stress that you under into mistletoes
Girl you just perfect
And then we make a video, we sixty-nine on purpose
I mean it is what it is, and you get what you give, man
Don't you love reimbursements?
Girl it's just perfect
She dream about how good the dick is, and it's better in person
She said, it make her a better person
Even better, it make her a wetter person, rainy weather
I come first, she come last, and we came together
She said "ooh" I said "yes" like we sang together
Fuck her slow, fuck her fast, then I keep it mellow
She suck it slow, suck it fast, squeeze her cheeks together
Ooh, girl that got me so weak
Ooh, girl your body on fleek
I swear to god, your body should be illegal, and I'll catch the charge, hold up as I press record
I'm extra hard, you don't need no extra toys
It's Tunechi, bitch I'm freakazoid
That pussy I will destroy if it's hot pink and warm
I swear, I pinky swore, baby
Yeah
I say that pussy I will destroy if it's hot pink and warm
I swear, I pinky swore, baby
What to do (yeah)
All who's here, is you
I say now she weak in her knees, she can't even feel them
W-E-A-K
[Chorus: SVW & Lil Wayne]
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak (yeah)
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
I say now she weak in her knees, she can't even feel them
W-E-A-K
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
(Weak)
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
(Yeah)

[Bridge]
Ooh girl, you got me so weak
Ooh girl, your body unique, Amen, yes Lord
Ooh girl, you got me so weak
Ooh girl, your body on fleek, I swear to god
Ooh girl, you got me so weak
Ooh girl, your body unique, Amen, yes Lord
Ooh girl, you got me so weak
Ooh girl, your body on fleek, I swear to God
Ooh girl, you got me so weak
Ooh girl, your body unique, Amen, yes Lord
You wanna [?]
When you pass out, wave and applaud, baby on call
Your body should be illegal
I'll catch the charge, hold up as I press record
I'm extra hard, you don't need no extra toys
It's Tunechi, bitch I'm freakazoid, baby
Yeah
And you know that pussy girl, I will destroy if it's pink and warm
I swear, I pinky swore, baby
Yeah
Now you weak in the knees, you can't even feel them
W-E-A-K
[Outro: SVW]
I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak
I lose all control and something takes over me
(Mula)
In a daze and it's so amazing, it's not a phase
I want you to stay with me, by my side
I swallow my pride, your love is so sweet
It knocks me right off of my feet
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m So Over You[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Just turn it up
Now turn it up
Just turn it up
HAHA HA
TURN IT UP!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
No regrets at all
I'm high and I hope you catch the fall
Welcome to my lecture hall
You can't shake my infection off
Take me to your leader and
I promise I will be the man
Swim until I see the sand
Then die soon as I reach the land
The water's over our hands
What happened to our plans?
Swim until I see the sand
Then die soon as I reach the land!

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
This is my resurrection, so fuck your resolution
I don't need no protection, I don't need your confusion
Don't know what to believe, don't know what to believe
Don't know what to believe, don't care what you believe!
Cause I'm so over you, yeah I'm so over you
Yeah I fly over you, cause I'm so over you
[Verse 2: Shanell]
I did everything by the book, book, book
Scribbling all over all of the notes that I took, took
Find that you're no better than a crook, ooh!
Set and developed I felt I could trust you, struck
Showed them a picture of my ID
That's not enough to prove that it's me
Look in the mirror, now who should I be-lieve?

[Hook: Lil Wayne & Shanell]
This is my resurrection, so fuck your resolution
I don't need no protection, I don't need your confusion
Don't know what to believe, don't know what to believe
Don't know what to believe, don't care what you believe!
Cause I'm so over you, yeah I'm so over you
Yeah I fly over you, cause I'm so over you4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Who Wanna[Intro]
Somebody call the slick police
Capitol W
Weezy Baby
This is the Carter man
Brim low all I can see is the flo' 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

[Verse 1]
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 burner 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!
[Hook x2]
Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em
Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em
Who gon fuck wit me I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon fuck wit me do you wanna fuck wit me Naw!

[Verse 2]
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 fuck out ya but ya ass grown
I wasn't born with no silver spoon
But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon
Tomb sittin in ya room sing for me
But if ya don't gimmie no tune the semi go boom
But if ya dont hear me doe fool the semi go boom
I'm try to make moves but they gimmie no room
I takes my space I blaze the haze take ya babe to space
She gimmie amazing face I sung Amazing Grace
I was once lost but now I'm found
Full of them pounds is how I'm found Aye!

[Hook x2]
[Bridge]
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in the head, whoa!
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in the face, whoa!
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in the neck, whoa!
Brim low all I can see is the flo' now let's go!

[Verse 3]
I know how to cook so I buy it soft
I also sell it soft depending the cost
You know thats shells they toss defending they boss
They wipes 'em well across ya dentures like floss
You know I smell ya talk and I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far
Ya'll niggas better gear up for the comin of the boy
From a young'n to a boy to young boy boy
I dump toys boy at ya punk boy toys
Take the pump out the trunk take a chunk out a chump
Baby what have I done I created a monster
Weezy Baby a gangster no wankster
Hell naw I smell ya'll
Didn't know Jam Master well but I rocks with my shells on
And the block still a hell zone
Get a helmet for you and ya gal's dome I suggest! Aye!

[Hook x2]

[Outro]
Bang 'em in da head whoa!
Bang 'em in da face whoa!
Bang 'em in da neck whoa!
Brim low all I can see is the flo' now let's go
Bang 'em in da head whoa!
Bang 'em in da face whoa!
Bang 'em in da neck whoa!
Brim low all I can see is ya ho now let's go3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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New Orleans[Intro]
And who I be? Weezy Baby, and honey please, say the baby
And I got em on they knees, saying baby
I'm 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

[Verse 1]
Back for the Motha Fuckn title its your idle
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)
[Hook]
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 2]
Ridin' in the caddy mo'
Blowin like sachmo
I'm highly strapped low
Baby go from what ya know
Tinteds turn pictures change new photo different frame
Money up, champagne, still posin', same game
Cash money still, do it for the money
Gotta black car, grey car, gas car, green car
Backyard theme park, front yard car show
I'm somewhere in the house
And it's like where's waldo?
Ten bricks straight powder air cargo
Weezy F. straight hustlin' no barcode
You don't know what my heart holds, straight fuel
Take ya bitch from the club make her ass a mule
Put some weight on her back make her ass move
She give daddy money back that's a fast move
40 G's one chain, that's a man jewels
45 for the Jag dude
[Hook]
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 3]
Uh, smooth out my mansion to my whip
I leave the bullshit inside wit my bitch
I move the heavy ass gun from my hip
Then I sit the same heavy ass strap on my lap
I'm steady as crack wit the strap
I'm heavy as da-white but Dwayne not fat
I'm right like Betty and the fetti is the facts
The Birdman Junior holla back where ya stack
I'm just tryin' to let my hair back
And chill where they got some air at, Ya hear dat?
Champagne clear liquor put that beer back
Got work so cheap it's on Sears racks
Holla at me on the low I take care of that
And feds buy mixtapes yeah I'm aware of that
But this here is the suffix you scared of dat
When you get shot you know where ya at
And where we from NEW ORLEANS1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Louisianimal[Hurricane Chris]
Get down or lay down
Louisiana

[Hook]
I'mma animal Louisanimal

[Lil Wayne]
I got em
Call me Lil Weezy-ana Carter
I go harder
All about a dollar, fuck two quarters
Bitch I'll pour syrup in that Vitamin Water
I hope you die ugly and tonight'll be gorgeous
Feed me your organs, bitch I'm starving
Tear drops on my face like it's my party
And if it's my party I can cry if I want to
Split your fucking body up in half if I want to
Bitch I'm from New Orleans but I'm going everywhere
And I have a dream to be your worst nightmare
I'm in the kings chair watching Sportcenter
Then I cut on BET, ah dinner
Through your Ls up cause we taking over
And we hungry so please come with a chip on your soldier
And we got them guns that gotta sit on your shoulder
I rock ice but my heart colder
Louisanimal
[Hook]5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Words Of Advice[Hook - Kevin Cossom]
You better think before you speak
Gotta recognise now man you know me
Here’s a few words of advice, better act right
Promise (promise)
Promise (promise)
And don't leave ya girl round me
I know she do what she want
What's gon happen when she leave?
Huh uhhh
Here’s a few words of advice: better act right
I promise, I promise

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Long ass money, short ass temper
Big fucking gun, soft ass trigger
Weezy F Baby and the 'F' is for "fuck them hoes"
Got your girl walking ’round my crib in her underclothes
White man money, tight pants thuggin’
Pussy think it’s sweeter than a Sprite can, crush em’
I ain't got nothing but some weed and bitches
You niggas ain't eatin’, clean ass dishes
Gangsta Grillz bitch, I am still the dentist
Hit this motherf-cker, like Willy McGuiness
I coach the winners they throw Gatorade on me
Silent four five, potato head on it
Ask me how I’m doing, I’m day-to-day homie
These bitches on my back, I fade away on ‘em
Young Tune, no Bugs Bunny bitch
And as long as I got a voice, I’m talking Young Money shit, nigga
[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Mack Maine]
Young Money bitch
Young Money sick
Now shut the fuck up and suck a Young Money dick
Velcro on my Asics sticking to the basic
Black white, and black pinky ring
I’m looking like a racist?
I’m higher than a satellite
You just a hermaphrodite
I’ve been real since BC, guess this is the after life
Drop out from heavens like, just to raise plenty hell
Boy I’m tryna touch a billion bucks before 2012
So that mean I’m focused
Beat my demeanour
These bitches talking dirty to me
Take ‘em to the cleaners
They say men are from Mars
Say women from Venus
But I’m in my space shuttle
Bout to serve em like subpoenas
The niggas keep me laughing like hyena’s
They only show they guns, Gilbert Arenas
Wassup Serena, you could be my baby momma
I’m with Barack O-Drama
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Dear Lord[Verse 1]
Yeah
Livin' that life, livin' that life
Under them street lights
But it ain't bright enough to show me where I'm going
But I still find my way, and when I do I keep going, and I'm
A nigga with stripes
Try me and your family don't sleep right
Didn't think I was tough enough to make it on my own
But I could get through anything if I done made it through the storm, and umm
I'm killing that night, killing that night
Life on that East Side
Leather on chrome, television with the phone
And the top is so gone
I do it so right, I do it so right
They want me to be like
I'm in the zone, bad to the bone
Correct me if I'm wrong

[Hook]
Times is hard as it is
That's why I got guns and my guns got kids
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did, Dear Lord
Everyday I've been praying to you
I hope You're hearing everything that I'm saying to You
I get money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
[Verse 2]
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying
I'm dying to get over
And once I get over, good Lord I know
That all my drama's over
And I thank you
And I be with them niggas
And ain't none of them broke
They ride around with that rope, and they'll hang you
And leave your mama to cope
On that Holiday note
Damnnnn,Then they put a sign on the do'
Saying you don't know shit
Or else you dying in court, mannnnn
You gotta know how it go
Or else you could end up in another bump in the road
You see

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
A prisoner of this war
We call America
Where the President is the enemy
And he already won, damn
And Armageddon and depressions already begun
So excuse my expression
But it's my aggression
Cause I'm gonna spread you some
I know my people tired
Of all the crying, all the dying
All the time, we just trying
To get our mind off the crime and find somethin' to find
And did I mention not to mention
That my life is on the line
Give me light, and I'mma shine
Give me rope, and I'mma climb
I'm hoping that the Gates'll be open when I arrive
Until then, I'm alive
My job is to survive
So Lord, keep me in your eyes
I'm tryna say
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We Back Soon (Original)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Sittin’ in a Ferrari, thinking ’bout money
I swear I will go head up with all of y’all, bumper cars
Bullshit fly by me, I’m ducking all the bad vibes
Shoot you nine times just in case you got cat lives
My punchlines give you black eyes
Like like, then kill yourself: 7 pounds
I’ve been to hell and back, and made it back fine
Black diamonds killin’ them, black-on-black crime
Now can I live and if I can, can I live it up
I’mma squeeze life, just enough to fill a cup
Well, shut the fuck up and steam the purp
Drink it all, I’m dead, so I throw some ice in it
And belch when I finish

(‘cuse me, ‘cuse me)

[Hook]
I heard you got that good, ready for the take-off
Fire up that wood, let the jets blast off
To another World, right next to that white moon
Fly in the sky, tell em we’ll be back soon

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, its the martian and I come for all
I swear I will go head up with all y’all, bumper cars
Nigga I’m a slumber dog, millionaire, been there
Smoke some kush and snap my fingers in case you got cat lives
Uh, so much for being settled down
Suicide flow, go and kill ya self, Seven Pounds
Blunt thick as Bobby Christina, high as Serena’s skirt
Only smoking that real grass, no arena turf
Now can I live and if I can, I rep that dirty south
And you haven’t seen cleaner dirt, you haven’t seen it worse
So shut the fuck up and steam the purp
Tell them haters “arrivederc”
Yeah I lost my mind, help me find it I will lead the search
Uhhh
[Hook]
I heard you got that good, ready for the take-off
Fire up that wood, let the jets blast off
To another World, right next to that white moon
Fly in the sky, tell em we’ll be back soon9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Where My Old Lady[Intro]
Velvet, velvet, velvet, velvet, velvet, velvet

[Verse 1]
She 5'5, with brown eyes, and she kinda shy, she be tryna hide
But she tryna vibe, but the bottom line is she got a guy, but she compromise, woah
He must be out his mind, or can't find the time, until she out of time, and now he out of town
He always out of town, he say he on the grind, he say she on his mind, she say you "always lying"
He say "Baby don't you see I'm out here on the rise?"
She say "Boy you need to get that shit organised"
But he was working hard on Tha Carter V
He was working hard on Tha Carter V
And a hard working man like me is so hard to find
But now she wanna leave in my darkest times
And now I'm like..

[Chorus]
Where my old lady? Imma kill that bitch
Where my old lady? I'mma kill that bitch
I'm like
Where my old lady? Imma kill that bitch?
When I find that bitch Imma kill that bitch
I'm like
Where my old lady at? (Where my old lady?)
Where my old lady at? (Where my old lady?)
And when you see that bitch you better tell that bitch
That when I find that bitch Imma kill that bitch
[Verse 2]
She 5'5, with brown eyes, and she kinda shy, but she qualify
And she modify, and she promised that she ride or die
She kinda lied, left a nigga traumatized
Dramatize, I had to put my pride aside
I've gotten wise, I had to seek with widened eyes
Realize, recognize and strategize
Christian Mingle, E-Harmony, I harmonize
I can buy the world but I can't buy time
You Don't Have To Be lonely, Farmersonly.com
I'm 5'5, with sad eyes
Got my mama's views, with my dad's eyes
Got bad eyes
Cause real love is, what I can't find in the day time with a flashlight
Now where you at hoe?
Where you at hoe?
Got me like..

[Chorus]
Where my old lady? Imma kill that bitch
Where my old lady? I'mma kill that bitch
I'm like
Where my old lady? Imma kill that bitch?
When I find that bitch Imma kill that bitch
I'm like
Where my old lady yeah? (Where my old lady?)
Where my old lady yeah? (Where my old lady?)
And when you see that bitch you better tell that bitch
That when I find that bitch Imma kill that bitch
[Verse 3]
If you're out there in the streets and you're looking for me
Yeah, If you're out there in the streets and you're looking for me
Yeah, If you're out there in the streets and you're looking for me
I'll be out there on the creep looking for wifey
Going Sherlock Holmes, Inspector Gadget
Bitches burn Bridges, get stuck in traffic
And pimpin' ain't easy but it gotta be done
I know pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary
It's bigger than me; it's hereditary
So don't blame me for stunting like my daddy
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
And every hoe I done fucked done sucked my dick
Ooh, iPhone give up your location
And iCloud fucked up all your information
Heard you and that nigga on vacation
Damn, I heard you and that nigga on vacation
I'm making reservations
Got my swimming trunks like..

[Chorus]
Where my old lady? Imma kill that bitch
Where my old lady? I'mma kill that bitch
I'm like
Where my old lady? Imma kill that bitch?
When I find that bitch Imma kill that bitch
I'm like
Where my old lady at? (Where my old lady?)
Where my old lady at? (Where my old lady?)
And when you see that bitch you better tell that bitch
That when I find that bitch Imma kill that bitch
[Verse 4]
When I find that bitch, Imma kill that bitch
When I find that bitch, Imma kill that bitch
Yeah, watch them hoes when you sleeping
Cause them dog ass hoes be creeping
You gotta watch them watch them watch-watch them bitches
Watch them watch them watch-watch them bitches
Gotta watch them hoes when sleeping
Cause them dog ass hoes be creeping
She 5'5, with brown eyes, and she kinda shy, but she qualified
And she tryna vibe, but the bottom line, is she gotta guy, she unsatisfied
Then she try to hide, hide behind my lies, after I apologized like a thousand times
She ask me to find the time like a thousand times
As soon as I find the time she say "Never mind"
When I try to revitalize, she too occupied
Don't I treat you like Concubine when you and I combine?
Don't I dick you down and make you holla like a soccer mom?
Don't I give you peace of mind, wa alaykum salaam
When I met you 'fore I fucked you, didn't I take my time?
I'll waste a drink on you before I waste your time
Kill the pussy, never flee the scene or the crime
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What U KnoI'm a New Orleans gangsta, after the storm
Boy it took bout 3 million to rebuild my home
But, I'm back on defense, back in the zone
I eat rappers and go in my yard and bury they bones
My pockets on Raven Symone
That's fat! Wutchu know bout that, huh!?!
See I'm a keep it goin', keep it movin', we can do it, I ain't trippin'
So far ahead of them niggas we got a time difference
Dont confuse me wit them, I'm different
Tryin to holla at TIP for a movie audition, shit
I push that Maserati to the limit
Zig-zaggin' through that traffic like Emmitt
I tell them niggas "Hurry and buy!"
And if you dry snitch, you'll get buried alive
Yeah, and I dont chase 'em like you do
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Lil Weezyana Fest “Best Rapper Alive” Freestyle[Verse]
Now beam me up Scotty
You gon' find your mommy chopped up in a tub
With "Stop snitchin'" written on a note by her body
I picked up your ho and she wore something tiny
I wore something simple, she like that about me
My dope from the 90's, dope ain't consignment
Coke ain't that diet, I hope you a client
Niggas be snitching, bitches be lying
Niggas who snitchin' we throw to the lions
Ain't no testifyin', you know desert's quiet
Scream until you give your throat laryngitis, we so terrorizin'
You cuddle too much, you choose hoes to confide in
I know where you hide and that ho verified it
I told my homie, "I know where to find him"
He said, "You late, we already got him
And by the way, it was an honor"
That made my day, made me so proud
I bought my bitch some shit from her favorite designer
And a Chihuahua
What's the occasion? Don't worry about it
I don't fuck with snakes except Kobe, the Mamba
Might cut off my hair 'cause these hoes is Delilah's
Let me check my wallet, my pulse and my vitals
I am the greatest, I am retired
It's up in the air like carbon monoxide
We in the buildin', we started from outside
My dick is my third eye, she call it cockeyed
Run with me
Run through a threesome
This shit so wet, it can be sea sickening
Niggas expect some sort of leniency
I'm in high def, but why are you screening me?
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Where the Cash At[Intro]
You Catch My Girl Legs Open Betta Smash That
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At

[Hook]
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At

[Verse 1: Currency]
Bitches Come A Dime A Dozen, I Fuck 'Em Sistas Cuzzins
Its A revolving door Pussy Go And Pussy Comin
And When It Go To You Its Comin Back To Me Wit Money
I Told Her Put them Shoes On And Keep My Paper Runnin
I Put My Mack, Downnnn Just Like A G Supposed To
And If She Dont Come Home Wit It Than She Sleepin Over
I Got Her Creepin Over, We Do It Than Its Over
I Like Them A'Maries, You Can Have Them Omarasas
Them Niggas Down Below Us, Baby We Up And Over
Im Tryin To Get Inside That Thang That Sit Between Ya Shoulders
Im Talkin Large Totals, Im Talkin Large Motives
Im Talkin Burner Rubber That Melted Pirelli Odor
Im Hoppin Out Unoticed, You Lookin At My Biiitch
You Wanna Holla You Can Holla Take Her On A Trip
But When The Deed'S Done, You Gotta Send Her Back...
[Hook]
...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I Got A Bitch In The Back, Gotta A Hoe In The Front
Got Purp In The Dutch, Got Purp In The Cup
I Tell Her, Get Ya Money Hoe Or Just Stop Breathing
Cuz If It Ain't About That Doe It Ain't About Me Neither
See A Gangsta Like Myself I Get That Paper And Pussy
Than That One I Make That Pussy Bring That Paper Straight To Me
Bitch! You Lookin At A Real Pimp Ask My Old Hoe
And They'Ll Tell Ya No Remote I Control Hoes
Im A whole load Give You That Game Momma
If Ya Ain't Payin Than You Shouldn'T Be Playin Im Sayin
Broke Niggas Only Make Jokes Nigga
I Make More Than I Can Fit In This Quote Nigga
Unquote Come Sun Soak Wit Me Bitch
Fly Ya Down Here And Put You On Some South Beach Shit
And If You Smile At My Bitch I'Ll Make Her Smile Back...
[Hook]
...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At

[Verse 3: Remy Ma]
See That Otha Chick Ass Fat, She Stuck Where The Cash At
Rem Stuck Where The Paper, Plastic, Product, And Where The Stash At
Where The Keys To The Whip And Crib And Where The Address At
That Bitch That Be Hidin Shit In Her Ass Crack
Niggas Dont Fuckin Call Me Baby Like Im Related To Weezy
Some Of 'Em Call Me R, None Of Them Call Me Easy
I Got Done Fuckin A Man Now This Bird Is Callin Me Screamin
Check The Way, Bicthes I Be Fryin They Be Call Em Breezy
See I Know He Gotta Man But Im Coofey In The Otha One
Cuz He Can't Get Tight, When He Hear I Pipped Anotha One
I Dont Fall In Love With Them, Come And Than Im Done With Them
Most They Get From Me, Is Wet Pussy And Some Bubble Gum
But, This One Dude Had Me Laughin
It Is Just One Thing I Can't Stand Is A Baggy Magnum
Would'Ve Thought Somebody Threw Me A Camera The Way I Caught A Flash Back...
[Hook]
...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash AtEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fuck Wit Me Now[Intro]
Let's go - let's go
Let's go - let's go
They can't fuck with me now
Huh? Fuck with me now
No, they can't fuck with me now
Can't fuck with me now
Let's go

[Verse 1]
I go by Weezy The Don
Magnificent nigga, lot of ice around my neck, freezin' the arm
And if a nigga decide to test, their chest get completely took off
And if you wonder who the fuck are them killas with the money nigga
We be the squad. It's so serious like
It's like ain't nothin' but 10 hot shellys
On the block everyday sellin' rocks and shit
Choppin' bricks - give the damn cops a dick
We cop a whip and drop a brick - that's how we do it
Weed, liquor, money, and guns how we do it
Freak bitch to swallow cum like fluid
Who it be? Through his feet, Dubbs
Ain't nothin' sweet cause I can't keep trust
Lil' nigga - worth well over a mill, nigga
Real nigga - come around and show up where you live, nigga
Better hide the kids nigga parents and all
Wayne 'bout to damage your home
Look up out the window, see the man and his dawgs
Hoppin' out the van with bandanas and all
Cannons went off
News cameras takin' pictures of your family when your abdomen’s gone
Damn, it's a shame how the bullets slammed in your brain
How the ice slammed the pain, rammin' your dame
That's because she ran into the game
Nigga, stop playin' with Lil Wayne
Come on!
[Chorus]
It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was
I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge
Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load
And the slug check ya low when I bust
Come to show you no love
Uh, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now
No! They can't fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now
Stop playin' with me get it understood
Cause I know if you know what's good for ya
Come around your hood for ya
You don’t know me, I’ll kill everyone who should love ya
You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya

[Verse 2]
Iceberg Shorty dammit, pants is saggin', forty magnum
Comin' out the club on Bacardi's, staggerin'
Tinted up Ferrari wagon, braggin'
Ohh, what's happenin'?
(??) 'round the court cause some ex just looked at me
Runnin' with them cats that be clappin' the plastic
Nigga put a cap in your asses
Catch me on the ave with the crack and a 'matic
Hopin' that the law don't pass me - stash it
First of the month, just snatched me a package
Bag it - 'bout to get this motherfucker crackin'
If a nigga think about jackin', please believe
I be clip-slappin', click-clackin'
Pull the bitch back and run up on his parents
Kidnap for his snacks, and then whack him
Shit get drastic
That's why I try to stay as fars away from beef as I could
Grab me a freak to eats on my wood
Transport coke from each of my hoods
Weezy Wee - CMB's in my blood
Eagle Street 17's where I'm from
And I ain't got no feelins for none of these womens
Scrilla, Dough, fetticheese is my love
You know the streets made me
And I don't give a damn if you hate me
Nigga better be S-Q-A-D
Until the day the man do take me
Squad shit!
You don't want no violence to keep the quiet
We call my people wild, and then we beef in quiet
Or we'll creep in houses, we'll sweep your momma
So, please stay out it, or you leave in silence
Come on! What!
[Chorus]
It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was
I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge
Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load
And the slug check ya low when I bust
Come to show you no love
Uh, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now
Uh, they can't fuck with me now, them can't fuck with me now
Stop playin' when ya get it understood
Cause I know if you know what's good for ya
Come around your hood for ya
You don’t know me, I’ll kill everyone who should love ya
You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya
Uh, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now
Uh, they can't fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now
Come on!

[Verse 3]
It's too dark for ya's
I ain't got no love for ya's
Let gunshots smoked ya's
Who fuck with us?
Weed, liquor done corrupted us
Wet a nigga like umbrellas
Take the woman out a man; stomach out a man
Pump and bust, the guts comin' out a man
Runnin' out the Hummer with guns in each palm
If the motherfucker sleep, call him come get it
Niggas be kiddin' – me awake, DOA
Gun-spray - bullets damn near took off your son face
Oh, shit - niggas on that ho shit
Fours spit so quick like that lil' nigga ain't got no sense
Slow this shit down - let me get back down to reality:
I cause fatalities for any technicality
Wipe off your family randomly - U Understand?
It ain't a motherfuckin' game, and I ain't fuckin' playin'
Come on!
[Chorus]
It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was
I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge
Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load
And the slug check ya low when I bust
Come to show you no love
Ah, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now
Uh, they can't fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now
Stop playin' when ya get it understood
Cause I know if you know what's good for ya
Come around your hood for ya
You don’t know me, I’ll kill everyone who should love ya
You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya
Ah, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now
Them can't fuck with me now - ah, they can't fuck with me now
Look-
It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was
I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge
Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load
And the slug check ya low when I bust
Come to show you no love
Ah, fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now
They can't fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now
Stop playin' when ya get it understood
Cause I know if you know what's good for ya
Come around your hood for ya
You don’t know me, I’ll kill everyone who should love ya
You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya
Ah, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now
Them can't fuck with me now - no, they can't fuck with me now

[Outro]
Can't fuck with me now - it's not a game, nigga
Can't fuck with me now - it's not a game, nigga
Wha, wha, uh, uh, nigga!
Wheezy Whee!!! (Whee! Whee! Whee!)
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Please Say the Baby[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Weezy f baby
Baby please say the baby
I shouldn’t have to say that shit again
And you should never make me
Im a pimp, I even got a little swagger in my limp
See I was built for this shit
And now im riding around the city with a pretty young hottie
And size of the whip look like a human being body
Im a trip, ive been repping hollygrove ask skip
I ain't gotta front bout shit – on a nigga
Piss a gallon on a bitch
Im a handsome young guy with that all mac dick
Now can we split ?
Go to the tele not the crib, I ain't him
So hoe find another nigga
You won't find another nigga like this nigga lil weezy
If your friend tell you you right I bet I get her real easy
Like bitch, you know who im is
Now what it is
Mac maine holla at em

[Chorus: Mack Maine]
Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes
Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes
Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes
Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes [2x]
Take a seat while I spit it to the freaks
No time for lame shit
Rappers talking the same shit
Im just saying though
Trying to stack a lot of chips
Whenever the hate come I pack mo clips
It ain't nothing for me to mac a chick
But I ain't like that homie you can keep that trick
See im money over bitches for real
Yall trickin and lickin
Im big pimpin like nigga for real
Give a fuck Ima say what I feel
Anytime anywhere
Have fame before I got my deal
Still riding through the hood
Smoke blunts with my niggas and bitches
That be up to no good
Chi town what up your boy ain't left
Ain't shit changed stay dougie to death
Plus that cranberry range so sick
You ain't holla it then don’t holla now
Suck my dick

[Chorus: Mack Maine]
Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes
Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes
Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes
Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes [2x]
Im beefing with a chick
My ex old lady
Always tryna fight a nigga when she see me in the club
Starting to get sick of it, thinking bout calling the polices
On this crazy make em put her in them cuffs
Why? Cause ive had enough of that broad
She won't learn her lesson until she end up in the cop car
Yeah but I don’t want to take it that far
But I know she sue me if she end up with a cracked jaw
Maine said her that will back her up
My mom said point her out she will smack her up
Truth be told I guess im with her
Talking all this shit I will probably end up right back with her

[Chorus: Mack Maine]
Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes
Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes
Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes
Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes [2x]

[Lil Wayne]
Chea rest in peace yella boy man
You don’t know nothing bout that
That’s that new Orleans shit
Man so if you don’t understand this
You don’t feel this shit go to the next song man
Fuck you!
Rest in peace yella boy rest in peace soulja slim
But this my yella boy right now man
Hey I used to rap rap rap rap shit everyday
Another name of my rap is 3rd ward court day
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Ridin wit the AK[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I I I I be on that on that all night Man I be on that all day
Straight up boy if you want me I'll be ridin with that k k k k k k k k

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Time and time again I gotta grab my phone and call Lil Wayne
Let me use your throw away cause niggas out here playin, mang
They just don't get it till I pop the trunk and come back with it
Barrel on the burner big enough to spit a hundred midgets
I'm from the crescent city, moving nothing less than fifty
That's more shells than you'll find in the seat
And you don't need to know your alphabets to recognize a G
I'm in the lambo making doughnuts like I work for Krispy Kreme
Excuse my flossin', dawg I'm still known to tote a snub
Niggas thought I lost all my blickas in that Katrina flood
I still got big you MAC-11 from '97
Sometimes you gotta show niggas better than you can tell them

[Hook: Mack Maine, Lil Wayne, & Curren$y]
I be on that gangster shit straight up on that gangster shit
I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit
I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit
I, I, I, I be on it on it all night man I be on it all day
Straight up boy if you want me I be riding with that K
Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh
K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh
I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit
I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit
[Hook 2: Mack Maine]
Chevys ridin' swerving out
Mufflers stuffed with dro and blow
Mack Maine, Young Money, motto's still, "Fuck a ho"
Burners on the front seat in case a hater come that close
Bodies drop when the shotty pop they'll probably make your body rock

[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Body rock, yep, nigga, lean with it rock with it
Thang that make you lean, I be seen round the clock with it
See I don't stop with it, hustle for that new money
Smelling like them new hundreds diarrhea loop runnin'
See I just recruit something that help me move it every day
More workers than Mary Kay, vibin to that Mary J
I'm off the chain like free slaves, bitch, I'm bout my chips
I'm Mack Maine, bitch, I'm on that gangster shit

[Hook: Mack Maine, Lil Wayne, & Curren$y]
I be on that gangster shit straight up on that gangster shit
I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit
I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit
I, I, I, I be on it on it all night man I be on it all day
Straight up boy if you want me I be riding with that K
Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh
K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh
I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit
I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Time and time again I gotta turn around and tell Fee Dawg
Grab this AK off my back or theres gonna be blood all on them dawg
Clip longer than a bitch if a nigga trip pop it on in give a nigga that shit
Pull it right over and park that whip, everybody better run when the trunk gone lift
Shit the only thing I'm runnin from myself with a gun when the po po come
The nigga that talk ain't talking bout nothing, I'm a rude boy, I murder for fun
I'm hot bitch word to the sun, I'm the Birdman's son, I'm the chosen one
I'm the god just looking for a nun, I'm the president my job here is done

[Hook 2: Mack Maine]
Chevys ridin' swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow
Mack Maine, Young Money, motto's still, "Fuck a ho"
Burners on the front seat in case a hater come that close
Bodies drop when the shotty pop they'll probably make your body rock

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Lean with it lean with it lean with it and snap your fingers nigga
Make ya lean with it make ya lean with it make 'em lean with it now bring the hook in and tell 'em dawg

[Hook: Lil Wayne & Curren$y]
I, I, I, I be on it on it all night man I be on it all day
Straight up boy if you want me I be riding with that K
Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh
K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh
I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit
I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Lets stab 'em in they chest and show 'em that we root lets boom get shot
We bout to stab 'em in they chest and keep my motherfuckin name boom
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Thug Life[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Sucker free, fuck a freak, everybody look at me
Codeine in my cup of tea
Suck a D and brush your teeth
Y'all give me the fuckin' creeps
Y'all give me the fuckin' creeps
My life is a fuckin' beach
White girl tannin' turn to peach
My life is a fuckin' beach
Money talkin', comma, speech
Throwin' sign like Robin Leach
Rest in peace to Robin Leach
She say "Hi", I say "Yeeerrrp!"
She was high, I was geeked
She sniff white, I pop Percs
I pop white and I pop pink
I want silence from the lions
Whole jungle know my name
I want the answer to the million dollar question
Nigga come and count my change

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Uh, thug life forever
Thug life for
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I want my baby pictures on a hundred dollar bill (Yeah, yeah)
My lazy bitches teach my crazy bitches how to chill (Yeah, yeah)
Can't keep my love life and drug life opposite (Yeah, yeah)
I just popped my second rubber then I popped a pill (Yeah, yeah)
Huhhh (Yeah)
Then I scream, "Thug life forever"
Gun fights wherever
It's a cold world, hope the sun shine forever
We got one life, whatever
Bitches fuck like we devils
Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Put the one beside the seven
Bitch, it's thug life forever
Gun fights wherever
Nina by my side, I treat her like she special, man
It's a cold world, hope the sun shine forever
We got one life, whatever
Bitches fuck like we devils, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yes, we live that mothafuckin' thug life
She gon' suck this dick 'til she get tongue-tied
Hop out on your set, throw up the Blood sign
Ratta-tatta, tatta-tatta, doves fly
It's ratta-tat-tat-tatter scatter or get splattered
Data it don't matter, get your shadow shattered
'Specially if you rata taddle
Get that ratta-tat to your tail
Or put the ratta-tatter in your madulla
Oblongata it'll rattle, earthquake to Saturn
Stop all the chatter, slap up your madem
Hop back in the Phantom, screamin' out the anthem
[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Thug life (Thug life), thug life (Thug life)
What life? Thug life (Thug life)
Love life (Love life)
What life? (What life?)
Fuck life, fuck life
Thug life (Thug life), thug life (Thug life)
What life? Thug life (Thug life)
Love life (Love life)
What life? (What life?)
Fuck life, fuck life

[Verse 3: Jay Jones]
Look, yeah
Don't ask no questions, I'm the only answer (Don't)
Shit, swing through your section, I'm the homie status (Bah, bah)
Make you perform in front the gun like you some sort of dancer (Yeah)
Your best resort is you should run like you some sort of prince
Damn, killa boss, kill the hoes (Yeah)
Many games, take a loss (Yeah)
Pure lost, man exhaust (Yeah)
My pill bustin' a car for real
Thugs doubt, it's so hard to feel
I done came from the Grove (Yeah)
I used to hang 'round the fiends (For real)
Now I hang with the G.O.A.T
Dead, I was broke, layin' on the floor
Fuck that, I ain't never goin' back
Float me a boat, move me a ho
Pimpin', ain't never goin' back
Mask up, pick the [?] up
It's a cash rush, I got somethin' for his ass
Stand up, nigga man up
Pick your pants up, come and bring it to the stash
We cashed out
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, we live that mothafuckin' thug life
And she gon' suck this dick 'til she get tongue-tied
And I got them goons on the front line
Ratta-tatta, tatta-tatta, doves fly
Thug life forever (Yeah)
Gun fights wherever (Yeah)
It's a cold world, hope the sun shine forever
We got one life, whatever
Screamin', "Fuck life", we devils
Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Put the one beside the seven
Bitch, it's thug life forever
Seventeen
Put the one beside the seven, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Thug life, thug life
What life? Thug life
Love life (Love life)
What life? (What life?)
Fuck life, fuck life

[Verse 4: Gudda Gudda & Lil Wayne]
Thug life (Thug life), thug life (Thug life)
Middle fingers up, livin' thug life, ayy
Traphouse jumpin', got a lunch line, ayy
Big Body Benz, nigga plus size, yeah
Bad bitch let me fuck one time (Yeah)
Bad bitch, I only fuck sometimes (Woo, yeah)
I'm grindin' baby girl to see the upside (No)
Tell my girl I'm on strike like an umpire (Woo)
My whippin' is crazy, whippin' this foreign
And the baby stands on the stove, I'm slavin'
Cook up the coke then shavin'
Mula the Army, the Navy
Fuck all you niggas, to each is own
I fuck on that bitch that you bleedin' on
I'm cuppin' on niggas, Codeine, cologne
Fuck y'all I'm sippin' Céline Dion
King of the kitchen, yeah, my seat is a throne (Yeah)
Phone keep ringin', bih leave me alone (Brrr)
Banana clip hangin' at Chiquita Capone
And she clappin' at your ass, like I'm singin' the song
Screamin' thug life (Thug life), thug life (Thug life)
Bag full plus the shoebox
Backwoods stuffed with moonrocks
Send a hunnid shots then we wuzzop

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Thug life forever, thug life forever
Screamin' "Thug life to Heaven"
All the thugs cry together
We got, one life, fuck life
We may all die together
Bitch it's thug life forever, bitch it's thug life, thug life
Yes, we live that mothafuckin' thug life
Fuckin' on your bitch 'til she a doves cry
Sippin' on that motherfuckin' mudslide
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula GangEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Layaway[Intro]
Put some Actavis on layaway
Too much cash, ain't no more table space, yeah
I've been practicing my fade away, I'm shootin'
I'm an assassin, don't get JFK'd, shoot him (Bap!)

[Chorus]
Put some Actavis on layaway, yeah
Too much cash, ain't no more table space, yeah
I've been practicing my fade away
I'm faded off this Actavis, just call it faderade, okay, okay

[Post-Chorus]
My lil' plastic bitch wanna lay all day, bitch, you fake
Fuck that nasty bitch then fade away, hit the J
Tell that natural bitch to stay that way, bitch, you great
Tell that dancer bitch to pay her way, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I sip some Ac' and go way away
I take a nap and I wake and bake
I be so litty, I radiate
She said, "Don't you go breaking my achy-break"
I don't fuck with niggas no way, no way
Stay away, far away or the Tommy spray
Chef with the Draco, I'm Bobby Flay
Blood on my apron, my pots and plates
Throw your ass in the grave like a microwave
The oven, the basement, the fireplace
Throw my flag in the air, no United States
Drip too hard, don't stand too close
You might just swallow a tidal wave
And you might just swallow my mayonnaise
I'm mixing this codeine all kind of ways
Lit like Johnny Blaze
[Pre-Chorus]
And you know that roses are red, I know that hundreds are blue
I like my presidents dead, buried somewhere in my room
And all your Victoria red, and I like that color on you
You look like blood money, I'm a vampire, coming for you

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, put some Actavis on layaway
Yeah, yeah, too much cash, ain't no more table space
I've been practicing my fade away
Faded off this Actavis, just call it faderade, okay, okay

[Verse 2]
Too much coke, too many razorblades, hold up, wait
Snorting white way after Labor Day, yeah, yeah
Like our last day is a day away, yeah, yeah
I’d rather spend the night than save the day
I put some Actavis on layaway
I got this rachet pointin' at your fuckin' database
Stay in place, all of this ammo like the navy base
'Cause day-to-day, me and them bluefaces be face-to-face
Ball like Macy Gray, like Macy Gray, like Macy Gray
Bought my place a place, my safe a safe, my bae a bae
I smoke L.A. all day, I pop a Addy, stay awake
I'm with gorillas that'd kill you for some Bathing Apes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
She know that roses are red, I know that hundreds are blue
I like my presidents dead, buried somewhere in my room
All your Victoria red, and I like that color on you
You look like blood money, this vampire suckin' his tooth, ooh

[Chorus]
Put some Actavis on layaway, yeah, yeah
Too much cash, ain't no more table space, yeah, yeah
I've been practicing my fade away, I'm shootin'
I'm an assassin don't get JFK'd, okay, okay

[Post-Chorus]
My lil' plastic bitch wanna lay all day, bitch, you fake
Fuck that nasty bitch then fade away, hit the J
Tell that natural bitch she tailor-made, bitch, you great
Tell that dancer bitch to pay her way, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
I sip some Ac' and go way away
I take a nap and I wake and bake (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I be so litty, I radiate
She said, "Don't you go breaking my achy-break" (Moolah, baby)
I don't fuck with niggas no way, no way
Stay away, far away or the Tommy spray
(I'd rather spend the nights than save the day, yeah, yeah)
[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
One time for Hollygrove, New Orleans
17th Ward, Uptown
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We Back SoonSitting in my Bugatti, thinking about money
I got paid Friday, I be counting til Monday
Bullshit fly by me, I'm ducking all the bad vibes
Louis on my body and up on my damn eyes
Don't you..

Holiday season, bitch!

Sit in my Bugatti, thinking about money
I got paid Friday, I be counting til Monday
Bullshit fly by me, I'm ducking all the bad vibes
Louis on my body and up on my damn eyes
Don't you ever try me, I'll murk whoever dare try
Shoot you 10 times just in case you got 9 lives
Yeah, I wet you up there getting baptized
It's Weezy Baby - but it's YOUR naptime
I told you I'mma fool with it
More classier than a school with it
Now watch me ball like Rasual with it
And if it's broke, let the Pro Tools fix it

[Hook]
I heard you got that good
Ready for take-off

Now go hard on em Tune
White diamonds around the ruby look like Mars on the Moon
Heavy like driving loads on them bitches
Like a flower and a Phantom
Top rose on them bitches
No bullshit, no Derrick Rose on them bitches
My niggas bring me them bitches with no clothes on them bitches
I promise I do 2's 3's and 4's on them bitches, man
I do everything but propose to them bitches
Soo Woo to the Eastside
Cooker on my waist leave you bitch ass deep-fried
If I don't shoot you, you gonna get beat by it
Young M-O-N-E-Y
[Hook]
I heard you got that good
Ready for take-off

I am not a human being
I am every woman's dream
I am a lion, no, a lion king
I'm fly, no, I'm flier with my giant wings
I sin with a grin
I sit a mac 10 on your chin
I spit out a grenade pin
I'm a soldier put in the army of made men
Now drop it like it's hot, ho
And don't forget the baby like the motherfuckin octomom
Lock, load, bomb
The fireman bitch, it's stop, drop, roll time5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Do What We Do[Intro]
I don't know about you, but uh

[Hook]
My girlfriend, got a girlfriend
My girlfriend got a girl
And we do, do, do, do, do what we do
Do, do, do, do, do what we do
My girlfriend got a girlfriend
My girlfriend got a girl
And we do, do, do, do, do what we do
Do, do, do, do, do, what we do

[Verse 1]
You know me — Young F, ho
I gets all in her mouth like strep throat
I gets all in her belly like Pepto
Straight stompin' in that pussy like a step show
Ghetto bitches keep me with 'em like lip glow
College bitches keep me with 'em like cliff notes
Cold bitches keep me with 'em like thick coats
Two foreign bitches, now thats a mix show
Pull your skirt up, and let your hips show
She fell in love with a stripper at the strip show
And now, it's two bitches and me
Two bitches and me
Two bitches and me
[Hook]
My girlfriend, got a girlfriend
My girlfriend got a girl
And we do, do, do, do, do what we do
Do, do, do, do, do what we do
My girlfriend got a girlfriend
My girlfriend got a girl
And we do, do, do, do, do what we do
Do, do, do, do, do, what we do

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I like long hair
I hate makeup
Fuck my pillows up
Fuck is really up
I like slim chicks
I love thick broads
All the bitches love me, I need a dick guard
And if she don't give head she's a nimrod
Bitch I will never put your number on my sim card
I look at MJG and 8Ball as mentors
And shit, all they ever told me was "Pimp Hard"
Pimp harder
I get head and tail, like a quarter
Yeah, yeah, in that order
Two bitches and me
Two bitches and me
[Hook]
My girlfriend, got a girlfriend
My girlfriend got a girl
And we do, do, do, do, do what we do
Do, do, do, do, do what we do
My girlfriend got a girlfriend
My girlfriend got a girl
And we do, do, do, do, do what we do
Do, do, do, do, do

[Bridge]
Two bitches and me, two bitches and me
Two bitches and me, two bitches and me
And they kissin' and huggin', they kissin' and huggin'
They kissin' and huggin', they kissin' and huggin'

[Verse 3]
Hello
I could play with it
I could eat it up
Yep, beat it up
Get your pussy lip bust
Wait
She say she wanna know how pussy taste
She wanna suck dick, while she get her pussy ate
Movies, massage, menage
Bedroom, bathroom, garage, goodbye
Just leave me be
And it was just us three
Two bitches and me
[Hook]
My girlfriend, got a girlfriend
My girlfriend got a girl
And we do, do, do, do, do what we do
Do, do, do, do, do what we do
My girlfriend got a girlfriend
My girlfriend got a girl
And we do, do, do, do, do what we do
Do, do, do, do, do, what we do4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Young’n Blues[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 dukes 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 didn't come easy
'Cuz 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

[Hook]
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 ain't 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
We was freaking in the suite
And she looked sweet enough to beat it up
Till we began to sleep and I
I'm dreaming 'bout the Victoria Secret lingerie
Told me keep it..she ain't want moms to see it
And just think I once saw it on the girl's body
Now all I'm seeing is nobody

[Hook]
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 Two]
You see I never really ran, but no gentleman
All I know is big pimpin' ma'am
I'm just tryna be Weezy
And the perfect husband just might be too hard to find in me, Weezy
Baby girl you gotta work with ya boy
'Cuz all of that cursing it be hurting ya boy
Look for the better not the worst in ya boy
And maybe I can be ya boy...Ya know what I'm sayin'
But see this here is not your everyday love tune
It's the story of your everyday thug dude
And in your mind you prolly thinkin we don't love you
But on the real we just not used to what love do
And please consider that
We were taught to love money, ice, cars, and clothes
Love pussy but you dont love them ho's
Love ya niggas love ya children
Now if they got a bitch you could love that
Holla back

[Hook]
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)
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)
Young Weez'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)
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You Ain’t Never Gotta Ask[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Target practice, baby
Only thing is
I'm not the shooter
I'm the bullet bitch

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
They say your attitude determines your latitude
I'm high as a motherfucker - fly as a motherfucker
And still the motherfucker you love to hate
But can't, because you love what I make
Now ain't that about a bitch
And I'ma talk shit until I'm out of hits
They don't want to turn they speakers up they claim I ain't deep enough
All that talkin' I feed off of, keep it up
I'm relaxin' my feet is up, I'm leavin' you haters
Like when Shaq left the Lakers just to Heat it up
I state the stats to stunt, I don't need to front
Make black history e'ry day, I don't need a month
The survey says, by the streets according
Kanye's just important as Michael Jordan
Was to the NBA when he was scorin'
Ralph Lauren was borin' before I wore him and..

[Hook]
You ain't neva gotta ask again
How we got the world to listen
It ain't easy to pretend
I know you lost your cool
And it starting to come back again
Wake and stop it's just the beginning
You ain't never gotta ask again
Baby this is what we do
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, what you want
And if you strapped, we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon, and get my howl on
Some niggas cry wolf, i'm on that dry cush
And when it comes to that paper i stack books
Yeah, You heard what i said
I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head
Life ain't cheap, you're better off dead
If you can't pay the fee, shoutout my nigga Fee
See every muthafucka at the door don't get a key
You outside lookin in, so tell me what you see
Its about money, it's bigger than me
I told my homies, "Don't kill him, bring the nigga to me," yeah
Don't miss, you fuckin with the hitmen
Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again

[Hook]
You ain't neva gotta ask again
How we got the world to listen
It ain't easy to pretend
I know you lost your cool
And it starting to come back again
Wake and stop it's just the beginning
You ain't never gotta ask again
Baby this is what we do
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South
When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth
No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion
But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin
It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin
It's more because of what I do and how I'm livin
Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin niggas feelings
(Niggas feelings) And still chillin on somethin that's into healing
Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin
Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling
So say what you want, and do what you please
But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees
I run a record label and a crew of G's
So, niggas'll come and look for you if ya sneeze
Or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say
And be easy, or else it'll be a long day

[Hook]
You ain't neva gotta ask again
How we got the world to listen
It ain't easy to pretend
I know you lost your cool
And it starting to come back again
Wake and stop it's just the beginning
You ain't never gotta ask again
Baby this is what we do
[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight
And two wrongs don't make a right
But when you been wrong and you know all along that it's just one life
At what point does one fight? (Good question right?)
'Fore you knock the boy, try to put your dogs in his
Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half
Bet that stops all the grinnin and the laughs
When you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag
When your options is none and the pen is all you have
Or the block, niggas standin tight, there's limits on the ave
Tryin to cop or shot-call theyself cleansin in the cash
But can't put they name on paper cause, then you on blast
Mr. President, there's drugs in our residence
Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us
Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up
(Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Get a Life[Intro]
WOO!

[Verse 1]
I'm just tryin to get my own, I'm up early in the mo'nin
Gettin it by all means, gotta get this dough (ohhh)
Oh (ohhh) oh (ohhh) oh (ohhh)
But everytime I look over my shoulder
I see you and all your hatin hatin homies all up all up
In my zone (no) oh no (no) oh no (no) oh no (no)
And your haten haten hommies all up in my zone
[Talking]
Come on man, hey!
What the fuck you lookin' at me for?!
You wanna do somethin'?
Do something!

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I say fuck you (fuck you)
Get a life (get a life)
Man I got too much shit on my head
To have to deal with all of you (youuu)
Of you (youuu) of you (youuu) of you (youuu)
I say, fuck you (fuck you)
Get a life (get a life)
Man I got too much shit on my head
To have to deal with all of you (youuu)
Of you (youuu) of you (youuu) of you (youuu)
I say fuck youuuuuuuuu...
[Verse 2]
Listen baby!
You've got it goin on
Your girlfriends say I ain't the one
They hate it when I call you up
I hear 'em in the backround on your phone (ohhh)
Oh no (ohhh) ah-oh (ohhh) oh (oh-oh-oh)
What you don't know about 'em baby
When you not around 'em baby
They be tryin to holla dey be
Hidin in the bushes of my home (ohhh)
Oh (ohhh) oh (ohhh) ah-oh (ewww)
Listen girl!
You tired of your motherfuckin friends
Hatin on your motherfuckin nigga everytime he call
They's a bunch of motherfuckin haters
Fuck them boo!

[Hook]
I say fuck you (fuck you)
Get a life (get a life)
Man I got too much shit on my head
To have to deal with all of you (youuu)
Of you (youuu) of you (youuu) of you (youuu)
I say, fuck you (fuck you)
Get a life (get a life)
Man I got too much shit on my head
To have to deal with all of you (youuu)
Of you (youuu) of you (youuu) of you (youuu)
I say fuck youuuuuuuuu...
[Bridge]
All I can say is get a life
Quit your motherfuckin hatin and get a life
Get money, get bitches and get a life
Get it goin, get it goin, go get a life
All I can say is get a life
Quit your motherfuckin hatin and get a life
Get money, get bitches and get a life
Get it goin, get it goin, go get a life

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Oohhh, yeah
Oohhh, yeah
Oohhh, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Millionaires Row[Intro]
Nigga

(Chorus 1)
I don't like you
You don't like me
Ain't nothing but air and opportunity
And my squad and I too deep (Yeah)
So watch how you speak (Yeah)
So watch how you speak

(Verse)
I'm high, you reach
I got guys who creep
Like bon bon, you sweet
Nigga i'm high, too steep
Combined with drink
My mind fried like a motherfucking
Popeyes two-piece lord
I shine, you blink
I'm wide eyed, you chink
In the pen, did my time, came out like new ink
That's why I grind to sleep
Can't even find time to eat
But I find time to freak
Yeah I find time to- (Yeah)
Uh, stop sign in my flex zone
Open sign on my trap house
You think in yo safe house
Nigga look outside we camped out
And we just got the address to your
Stash house and your last house
That's where yo mom stayin' now like
Knock knock "hello ma'am", pow
Can't tell my dogs stand down
When you pussy ass keep saying meow
I know you hear our stomach's growl
And you in here looking like chow
We gon' need an MD, cause' it's gon' be a man down
Take yo bitch and wax ass like a ShamWow, nigga
(Chorus 2)
I don't like you
And you don't like me
Ain't nothing but air and opportunity
And my squad and I too deep (Yeah)
So watch how you speak (Yeah)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Mr. Postman 2[Hook]
I've been standin' here waitin', Mr. Postman
So-o-o patiently
For just a card, or just a letter
Sayin' he's returning home to me, Mr. Postman

[Intro - Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's right darling, aha
Yeah, It's ya baby, baby, ha

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got her waitin' on me, she lookin' down the block
She see me walkin' up and she run to the mailbox
She say it feels she's up in a cell block
And I open her cell lock, I'm the (Postman)
Just come to make my mail drop, more masculine than him
I'm nastier than him, I'm passin' her and him
In something faster than them
And then he like, "Damn, there go that bastard again, he the (Postman)"
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 cuz me, I'm just the (Postman)
And when her man home, I'm the ghostman
Why you think she holdin that pillow close, man?
Why you think she won't open the bathroom door?
She's no whore, she want more of the (Postman)
[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Girlfriend snatcher, I don't care if you're attached
If that's her, then that's her
And that's me to smash her
Now she hangin' up her high ass skirt, on the (Postman)
Hehe, yeah baby I got that comeback
I'm at your walls like a thumbtack
So Miss Humpback, I know what to do with all that
Fall back, I'll put you a sinner, in the (Postman)
That's big talk for a little guy
But I'm walkin' without reply
She got her legs up, she tryin' to walk in the sky
She callin' for God, and she callin' on I, she say (Postman)
I'm like, "Yeah baby, I'm right here baby
He's here baby!" She like, "Yeah baby!"
Heres a chain letter and some magazines
Keep it clean, he will never think it was the (Postman)

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Yeah, she love my gangsta, she feel my swagger
I'm there every week just to give her her package
I pick up her bills and I pick up her taxes
You might find a few stamps on your mattress from the (Postman)
She want young holly grove in a envelope
I'm her private note and you ain't gotta know
I'm her fantasy, she always got letters on the canopy
Waiting for the (Postman)
No postal service, I just got my social workin'
And your girl is lurkin', and this world is dirty
And your girl is nervous, to give me head in the convertible
I'm the (Postman)
Yeah, kind and curtious, she love that in me
She love me in her, and I love that plenty
It never fails, sorry homeboy
But you've got mail, I'm the (Postman)
[Hook fading until end]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Put On for the Game[Verse 1: Tyga]
I am living the game, hitting the fades, quick cash
Blink too fast you'll be gone, no quicksand
This man ain't givin a fuck for no middle man, middle class
Skipped class only class I knew, was S-Benz
Now pretend you never heard of me from a can of candy yams
And I was just a boy like killer cam
But now my print over yo bitch, T-shirt
Glass skirt, research his work, iPhone Blackberry chirp
But it gets worse, how would you feel
Fresh of work, seeing this light-skinned jerk
After I'm all working your girlfriend purse
Damn ma, didn't he fuck friend ha?
Yea why? I thought that goofy bitch was lying
Guess not, bet not they won't near us
Fear us, Y.M squadron
Young bloods
Nothing above eyebrows, G.E.D forever above
Studio, many yums, I ain't fucking with the club
While you getting bub, I'm getting pub
These songs I mean, these songs be mean
Got your label warring, Cause I'm making quality quantities
I got the holy spirit, but no father son

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Now everybody know I'm shining in the coupe
No roof while I'm shitting on em
Rolling through the eastside, Hollandwood is hitting for
I'm all about my hustle, need my chips so I could stack it up
Gone on the pill got me rolling like a acura
Young money nigga, Yea I'm back like I left something
You niggas is jaw jacking, watch me sidestep son
Young nigga, got my money running like Barry
Bitches want my baby cause they heard about my salary
Make them dog hoes lay it down like balling g
Knock them bitches socks loose, pass em off to Mallie G
All brown maybach, you could say I'm yoohoo'n
All my niggas red flagging you could see we soo woo'n
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Dedication 3
I feel like these mothafuckas better know we next
I will like but never love them H-O-E-S
I fill a white tall cup full of codeine mix
I still eat a couple rappers for my protein bitch
I'm on my so mean shit, you don't know me bitch
I do it for those who done it before me bitch
My goons is gone ride even with a slow leak bitch
And then we eat some chicken, you get no piece bitch
Stunna man said kill em all, so still and all
I'm a kill em all, murder them pussy hoes
I'm flyer then a butterfly doing the tootsie roll
Haha, I got chips like the cookie dough
And it takes a lot of paper to book a show
You wouldn't know cause you couldn't know
I'm who they're looking to and who they're looking for
And numbers don't lie, lieeeeee
And numbers don't lie, yeah
Yea better hope your math is right
We take your body for a sacrifice
You see that flashing light, welcome to afterlife
I put on for them bitches, on, on for them bitches
I put on for them bitches, on, on
I put on for them bitches, on, on
I put on OnnnnnEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lights Off[Intro]
Cut the lights off nigga (Cut 'em off)
You know what time it is (What)
You know what time it is (What)
Strap -Up (Gun Cocks)

[Verse 1]
Alot of niggas better move out
Cause here I come with my click
With the tools out
All of a sudden all these cowards
Startin to spook out
It's warfare a buncha of niggas
Bout to lose out
It's time to load up them thangs
Hit the spot run in his house
And make 'em show up then thangs
Take 'em in the room go in his pockets
And then blow up his brains
No matter the weather
Rain, snow, sleet, or hail
I'mma slangin' that metal
So tell 'em niggas in yo' hood
To get it together
Cause I'm with tola, mario
And we down for whatever
Never underestimate or you goin under, see
Y'all can keep playin with Lil Wayne
But that lil' boy trouble
And plus dis shorty be full, wodie
Be scorin bundles, then start wildin'
Hit the block and let his toys rumble
And it go ratter-tatter
Ya be suprised how niggas scatter
When the M-1 shatter
And everybody on the block
They get bout' ten in they bladder
[Chorus]
Tell 'em lights off
Mask on
Creep silent
Your life's gone
We done left the block quiet
Tell 'em lights off
Mask on
Creep silent
Your life's gone
We done left the block quiet

[Verse 2]
Look, look
When it's time to ride
It ain't no time to play
It could be time to die
At any time of the day
And i'll be godammit
If I let a nigga steel me
It will not happen
Ima fire about a hundred and fifty shots at 'em
And got my Glocks rammin'
Leave a nigga spot damaged
That's how the beat made us
I chief three blunts
So I can get a head rush
Then come around the corner
And your whole day crush
I'm sick and tired
Niggas choose to test the water
They get hit and die
Some of 'em scared of man slaughter
So they stay inside
And watch they partners get lit up
And then they ask why?
That's cause you played wit' me
They could'nt of known im'a guerilla
Drama stayed with me
Ran in his home went to kill him
Took his head with me
You better get it right or keep it right
Or lose your whole town
Tell em' lights off
It's about to go down
[Chorus]
Tell 'em lights off
Mask on
Creep silent
Your life's gone
We done left the block quiet
Tell 'em lights off
Mask on
Creep silent
Your life's gone
We done left the block quiet

[Verse 3]
Massacre all these streets; block it off
Lil Wayne is in yo hood
With something like a rocket dog
And I'm after ya
I don't pass beef
I stop at all
That boy got a head on his shoulders
I knock it off
I'm highly intoxicated mixing krystelle and vodka
Somebody call the doctor
Cause my chopper done went blocka, knocka
Nigga out the way man
I'm sorry but us guerillas we can't stay tamed, say it man
Are you ready, ready
Ready for warfare Wayne, Turk, Juve, and BGeezy they all there
We all flare, don't care, dog they all tear
Give the guns to the one with the long hair
Dem block burner
It gets quiet they see the rims twenty four seventy
(Breathes)they breathe heavlily
Bullets they come steadily
You better stay off the block
Cause you might fall
You better stay off the block
Cause the lights off
[Chorus]
Tell 'em lights off
Mask on
Creep silent
Your life's gone
We done left the block quiet
Tell 'em lights off
Mask on
Creep silent
Your life's gone
We done left the block quiet
Tell 'em lights off
Mask on
Creep silent
Your life's gone
We done left the block quiet
Tell 'em lights off
Mask on
Creep silent
Your life's gone
We done left the block quiet

[Outro]
Lights off
Tell em' lights off
La, la, la lights off
Nigga lights off
We done left the block quiet2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Rap City FreestyleCheck my swag, I travel like sound dawg
You play hard and I'm gravel like ground dawg
I'm underground, call me groundhog
Lay down lawns, I'm the ground law
Don't confuse me with the law,naw
But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R
I ain't trippin' boy, I play the corner like Ripken boy
With the 40 Cal Ripken boy,rip a boy
Flip your vehicle, split your windshield
Whack your baby momma but I'll let the kid live
[?] people say that I am a kid still
Cause the lil guy is still riding on big wheels
Okay,okay you're running with a Don
Come through nice ice bucket on my arm
Run through [?] and bubble gums [?]
Top kick back like I know a lil karate
Mommy like Wayne so she show a lean body
We blow a lil blunt... and
I got it in my pants man
Because I am hotter than a fire
Real shining light the thing I got up in my tires
Hey so check my [?] V12 making scream and [?] make 'em Holla, holla
I'm a one seven scholar
I son ya all boys
Ya all Kevin Johnsons
You see me with my mob [?] posture
I don't play ball I play guard every dollar
I'm going hard and your girl behind me
And I came so fast that she had to rewind me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m Goin’ In FreestyleHello Motherfucka, Hey hi how you doing
Its Weezy F. Baby come to take a shit and urine
On the toilet bowl bitches
Pussy ass niggas
Stomping on this beat like a motherfucking Sigma
Bad to the bristle, Half to the rizzle
I’m so official all I need is a whistle
Bitch name Crystal
Let her suck my pistol
She open up her mouth and then I blow her brains out
You ain’t met a nigga like me
You probably never will
Ryders rolling with me like eleven wheels
Find out where you living
Kill you in the kitchen
The feds trying to clip us
But we ain’t even tripping

[Hook]

I’m goin in, I’m goin in, I’m goin in, I’m goin in
And I'mma go hard, And I'mma go hard, And I'mma go hard,And I'mma go hard
Bitch I’m goin in, I’m goin in, I’m goin in, I’m goin in
And I'mma go hard, And I'mma go hard, And I'mma go hard,And I'mma go hard

Fuck fucking these bitches
I put on a rubber when I fucking mean business
Punch a king vision
I see straight through them
Fuck how I did them
Watch how I'm about to do them
I'mma drag him from the river
Dump his body in the lake
Let the bullets from the K throw a party in your face
Yeah, DJ Extra Clip, so go DJ!
I will kill you on your B-Day
Have a bitch with twin Glocks
Jump out your cake
Tell her merk em, and don’t forget about the safe'
We ain’t even walking, we runnin this shit
Like a toilet in a bank I want my money and shit
And I call cocaine my Columbian bitch
And my Columbian bitch like my Columbian ditch
Get it? got it? good I'm gone
Boy where you going?
You know where i’m going...
[Hook]

My style, My style, is second to none
So you got to put me on
Like Bonita Applebum
A Tribe Called Quest
A guy called the best
Never lie for less
Cause I stand for more
Young Me
I get it in, yes
I get to the inns like I-N-N
And y'all suite like hotels
And you may be fly but I propel
High Profile, gun no smile
Warn your child, warn your spouse
And I would keep going in but the song's going out
Peace1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Whoever You Like[Hook: Lil Wayne] x2
I said I'm stepping out with my niggas tonight
It's Young Money bitch and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
I said Gudda Gudda, T-Streets, Drizzy Drake, Mack Maine
Jae Millz, Tyga Tyga, you can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
Baby we are so live you ain't gotta check for a pulse
Its Young Money, but you can call us multiple choice
See you can choose me, choose Mack or Gudda Gudd
Streets, Drizzy Drake, Tyga Tyga, or all the above
But no falling in love
We just fuck until we fall out and we fall asleep
You want a uptown hustler, you can call on me, I'm Jae Millz
For my money I make moves, like a R8 on the open street
I know you're nasty, I can see it in your eyes
I can tell how you move, it's written all in your vibe
So fuck your man, 'cause what he living is a lie
He commercial, it's only 10 seats on them planes that we fly
Plus I'm fly, and no exaggeration
But I'm so fly, fuck a plane, I'll get you to your destination
Holla at ya mizzann, it's Young Money
Life is good, fuck the forecast cause everyday is sunny
[Interlude: Lil Wayne (Jae Millz)]
Well, not actually, 'cause I make it rain
(Whatever you like) Yeah, you can pick the weather you like

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Okay, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda, Taz Po, T-Streets
Mack Maine, Tyga Tyga, you can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Um, they ask me am I single and I tell 'em, "Hell no!"
They ask who I go with, I say, "Whoever wanna go!"
And we can go wherever you like
They ask me am I single, and I tell 'em, "Hell no!"
They ask who I'm fucking I say 'whoever wanna know'
And I can fuck whoever I like

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
Got my two fingers out the roof, see me repping out
The Levi's is skinny, so I'm walking with the weapon out
Two bitches on my arm, get my Don Juan on
Watch the hoes go crazy when the boy song on
Multicolored stones on, we getting money, yeah
I get my Styrofoam on, my cup muddy
Yeah I walk down on ya bitch, then I run away with her
Let her do what she like, then I have my way with her
I ain't trying to play with her, I ain't trying to stay with her
I'm just trying to dick her down, nigga, you can lay with her
So give me MySpace like dot com
I'm Funkmaster Flex, with the flow, I drop bombs
"Young Gudda Moneybags," that's what they calling me
Shitting on you boys like I'm sitting on the toilet seat
Y.M.O.B. we on that Soprano shit
Every day, we blowing cash, we be on that Hammer shit
[Hook 3: Lil Wayne]
Like you can't touch this, like you can't touch us with a pipe
But we can touch whoever we like
You could even do Lil Chuckee, Lil Twist, KY, Bobby V
Lil Scrap, didn't say me, 'cause I got a wife
So, sorry, not tonight

[Hook]

[Outro]
You see I hope your math is right
Take ya body as a sacrifice
You see them flashing lights
Welcome to afterlife1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Better Get ’Em*[Intro]
Ain't nobody like you in this bitch
Woo! Fuck them other niggas
Carter V! Fuck them other niggas
Ain't nobody else like you, ain't nobody else like you
Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch
You ready?

[Refrain 1]
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas
Ridin' in a mothafuckin' brand new machine, comin' down like a missile
Machine gun to a nigga spine like, "Listen, nigga listen, don't move, motherfucker"
And the world is mine like Twism, this that Carter V, lemme get 'em

[Verse]
I know the whole New Orleans got my back
Get the dirt off my shoulders and clean up my act
This that C5, thank you Jesus, I'm back
'Cause there's only one I, don't remove that eye patch
Man, I got this whole fuckin' world on my back
It wasn't my hands but there's blood on my hands
Watch my fingers make a capital B
I throw gang signs up and don't care where they land
I know the whole 17 got my back
The backbone of my hood, I'm the spleen of my trap
I know some niggas that think it's Iraq
There is death in the air, you might catch a contact
You may need to shorten the lean after that
Man, I swear I drunk so much of lean, I almost passed
Not tryna say I've been clean after that
But let's just say that is a thing of the past
But can you picture the scene after that?
No more Lil Tunechi, no more king of rap
Life can be gone in a blink of an eye
Lord, I guess I just be blinkin' too fast
Oh but don't you judge me, judge the one in the mirror
In your bathroom found a sink full of glass
Just when they thought and they think I wouldn't last
I woke up and I just Carter Cinco'd they ass
[Refrain 2]
Man, fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas
We done came this far, I'm so proud of my niggas
I'm around for my niggas, I come...6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pop That Pussy[Girl]
Hold up, hold up is that who I think it
Is coming in here
[Girl #2]
Girl That's Cassidy
[Girl]
Hold on lets go to the dressing room
I need a piece of shit to fuck
Get our self together put our
Pussy poppers on, we gon make
This money tonight

[Hook]
Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper

[Cassidy]
Fuckin' ass
I'mma hustla so I be on the grind (on the grind)
I always got the money and the bitches on my mind (on my mind)
And I was born to dine so every where I goes at (goes at)
The first thing I wanna know is where them hoes at (where them hoes at)
Where them girls that be takin off they clothes at (clothes at)
And where them girls that be slindin down them poles at (poles at)
Where them freaks at where them where them freaks at (freaks at)
Who will get down on the floor and make they cheeks clap cheeks clap)
The type of girl that let another girl eat that (eat that)
And if you gotta couple dollars you can beat that (beat that)
Where my girl who be out there on the creep at (on the creep at)
Where them freaks at I had to repeat that (repeat that)
Cause I'm a freak too I get that from my father (father)
Since I can remember I been poppin my collar (collar)
You brought a dollar then holla believe that (believe that)
Girl ya pussy powerful cause niggas need that (need that)
[Hook x2]

[Sean P.]
Yea lil shawty fine lil shawty bout that paper
So I'm poppin bands I'm out here reppin for Dacada
Always be that fresh I guess that why they get my flavor
You a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor
Turn around and bust it open DJ call a waitress
I'mma make it rain what she be makin on the basis
Pop them rubber bands yall know what it is
Talkin strip club shawty cause I'm payin on some bills
Got them bottle on deck yea this is how I live
Nigga if you and ya lil homie hatin give you both a pill
Only in Atlanta yea this is where it is
If you into rubber throw a hundred dollar bill
Yea shawty fine lil shawty bout that paper
So I'm poppin bands I'm out here reppin for Dacada
Always be that fresh I guess that why she get my flavor
You a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor

[Hook x2]

[Lil Wayne]
Um, well it's the libra baby now come play in my jungle ride my zebra baby
And my hair hang like Tarzan I am the man now be my lady
And u know u wanna be my lady and you know I'm intoxicated yep
I smoke an drink that grade A
And um I like to tounge kiss that's right tongue kiss
I'm talkin diamonds and pearl tongues young prince
And I got them bloods with me bandanna like a hippie
And I tell you this you can be my mistress next to sippii
Lets get it poppin honey now get it poppin shawty
Baby I can make you see more hearts than Ed Hardy
Invite you to my crib I gotta bed party
And I'm the DJ I make you say go DJ
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The MottoI'm the fuckin' man, you don't get it do ya?
Type of money everybody acting like they knew ya
Go uptown, New York City bitch
Some Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami too
Clubbing hard, fuckin' women ain't much to do
Wrist bling, got a condo up in Biscayne
Still getting brain from a thang, ain't shit changed
How you feel? How you feel? How you feel?
Twenty five sittin' on twenty-five mil uhh
I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'mma do it for the Bay, okay
Getting paid well holla wen ever that stop
My team good, we don't really need a mascot
Tell Tune "light one, pass it like a relay"
YMCMB you niggas more YMCA
Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the cribbo
Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs, shout to Gibbo
We got Santa Margarita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin' with her, I don't really need her
Ahhh, That's how you feel man?
That's really how you feel?
Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill
I mean maybe she won't
Then again maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal
Real nigga wassap
[Chorus]
Now she want a photo Ya
You already know though
You only live once, that's the motto nigga YOLO
We 'bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way
Real nigga wassup?
One, time fuck one time
I'm calling niggas out like the umpire
Seven, grams in the blunt
Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt
It's Eastside, we in this bitch
Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch
And if a leaf fall put some weed in that bitch
That's my MO add a B to that shit
I'm fucked up, torn down
I'm twisted: door knob
Talk stupid, off with your head!
Nigga money talks and Mr Ed! Ya
I'm so Young Money got a drum on the gun
Energizer bunny
Funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar
Ain't shit sweet niggas on the street like hookers
I tongue kiss her other tongue
Skeet skeet skeet: water gun
Oh my God Becky look at her butt
Tunechi
[Chorus]
Wassap wassap
Real nigga wassup
Real nigga wassup

[Chorus]
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It’s killing me[Hook]
It's killin me
Wooooo
I must like it when you question me about it baby
I swear, but they say, it's just not true

[Overlapping first Hook]
Woo, yeah
How ya'll doin out there?
I'd just like to tell ya'll my story
Ya dig?
That's right
Everybody in the crowd put your tree'z up
Yeah, put your tree'z up
Let's go
Yeah

[Verse 1]
3 in the mornin, I ain't home yet
Shawty blowin up my phone like a bomb threat
What's goin on baby?
Why you on that?
Knowin when I make it home I get ya thong wet
Okay I'm on my way, speedin windows up
So have my food warm, and have my pillows fluff
She been through the water, shawty guerilla tough
Shawty take all them shots like the Louis cup
I wanna give her all, and never give her up
I told her when it died down we could live it up
Where would you be, be without me?
Don't doubt me be about me baby, I'm like...
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm like
As soon as I come home, I was workin long
She wanna know what I was working on
So I play her this song
And I make her feel wrong
But still in all in my eyesight, she passed right
I can't trip cuz no one loves the fast life
Or sittin in the passenger seat, hold tight
When she gives a whole platter to me, her whole life
But for me that's too much to eat, in one bite but
I'mma chew and just do what I gotta
Other bitches get the boot like a high top Prada
Where would you be, be without me?
Don't doubt me be about me baby, I'm like...

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Can I talk to her, yeah, um
Leave the drama on daytime television
What is this detention?
It feel like elementary
I wish I never injure
Hurt or scar you
When I think of my future
Baby that are you
I mean that is you
Part of my fears
You know, part of my mental
See what I'm into?
See how I'm in too deep in the shit too?
It ain't just you, it is us two
I trust you, you gotta trust me
Cuz in them other bitches eyes I'm a must-see
Now where would you be, be without me?
Don't doubt me be about me girl
It's killin me
Wooooo
I must like it when you question me about it baby
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These Hoes[Chorus]
Oh, Young Money, money so old
All these motherfuckin' M’s and all these motherfuckin' O's
I can give some to these hoes
But I got that dope dick, and all these hoes want is this dough
All these hoes come as they go (Yeah)
All these hoes want is snow, I'm a hundred below
All these hoes fuckin' for sure (Yeah)
All these hoes want is to say that they fuck with a GOAT

[Verse]
All of my bitches tote choppers (Yeah)
I walk around with an army, your bitches cadavеrs
I had to sit down and convo (Oh)
With Mother Earth and that bitch told me I was adopted (Oh)
I worе some Vans to a wedding (Oh)
It was at the House of Versace, me and Kanye was spotted (Oh)
He offered me some wings (Oh)
I told him, "Don't even bother, I'm already flyin'" (Woah)
You better not bleed on my carpet (No)
That type of shit get your pussy ass thrown to the lions
It feels like my throne is on fire
You tried to call it a day, but my phone was on silent (Hello?)
I'ma keep fuckin' these hoes (Woah)
I'ma keep guttin' these hoes, I ain't stuntin' these hoes (Woah)
I can't stop stuntin’ on these hoes (Woah)
Baby, I'm stuck in this mode, like gum on my sole (Fuck)
Lightin' up blunts I just rolled (Woah)
Got me high up on these hoes, slam dunkin' these hoes (Woah)
I done got enough of these hoes (Woah)
I ain't tryna get stuck with these hoes, I get stuck in these holes
I'ma keep fuckin' these hoes
I'ma keep lovin’ these hoes, then dumpin' these hoes
I don't even stop for these hoes
Can't stop stuntin' I ain't got no stop button for these hoes
I don't give a fuck who she knows
You know I fuck who she know, give a fuck if she know
I don't give a fuck 'bout these hoes
No ceilings, I ain't put a roof over none of these hoes
I ain’t even start on these hoes
I cum on these hoes, you know I ain't finna cum in these hoes (No)
I don't know what come with these hoes
I fuck every ho that come with these hoes, right in front of these hoes
You be doin' lunch with these hoes
Rollin' up blunts with these hoes, smokin' dubs with this ho
Nigga, I don't need a bunch of these hoes
I need to cover these hoes, I need to play some double-dutch with this rope
I'ma double cup on this ho
I'm over my bitch, layin' under his sofa
She bounce on my dick like a fucking '64
Gave me head like a marshmallow, then she dip low, go DJ
Pajama party on my PJ
I've been in Miami party, this is private
I got the banana clip in this machine gun
Extra machine gun, if this machine break (Brrr)
I'ma keep bussin', you better get lower than Donald be duckin'
You soft as some dough, and I'm hot as an oven
Your homie’s a s'more and your slime is a muffin
And I buss a lil' bitch, 'cause I like it, she love it
That bih gon' get busy in private, in public
I stuck it, I stick it, I strike it, I struck it
She suck it, she lick it, she bite, and I'm punchin'
I smack it up, flip it up, rub it down, whip it
Cookin' the coke, get the fuck out my kitchen
I'm whippin' the white girl, domestic violence
Nosy ass neighbors, stay the fuck out my business
Just business, I chop the boy up like some scissor (Yeah)
It ain't nothin' to get your throat cut like a ribbon (Yeah)
I aim at your nose and I buss when you sniffin'
Your brain's on the hoes and your blood on the bitches, uh
We are not on the same
Bum-bum-bum-bum and we're out of your lane
I'ma come through with so much ice on, lookin' like I don't wanna ever be a Hot Boy again
[Chorus]
Oh, Young Money, money so old
All these motherfuckin' M’s and all these motherfuckin' O's
I can give some to these hoes
But I got that dope dick, and all these hoes want is the dough
All these hoes come as they go (Yeah)
All these hoes want is snow, I'm a hundred below
All these hoes fuckin' for sure (Yeah)
All these hoes want is to say that they fuck with a GOAT

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
You can't put a ceiling on the greatest
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Inside[Intro]
I came back around, I came back around, I came back around
Tha Carter, motherfucker
It's Tha Carter, man
Right now we still in the kitchen, man
You checking out them bitches' booties, right? I know
Yeah, but let's move on, man, I got plenty more house to show you, man
Plenty more Carter to give you
You know? Let's go, man

[Verse]
Now let me show you upstairs
Got the glass house floor to let me know who up there
Look down and you see your reflection
You ain't gotta know who down here
You just know you protected
Ay mane, how I don't know you connected?
Here's a little morphine, let me see you inject it
That's right, little wodie respect this
Understand me or get cha mammy a deathwish
Part I, Part II, Part III
All the parts of Godfather, all a part of me
If you look to the wall you see
A few gagged up, tied up, scared pricks
Got 'em facing the wall like they was on Blair Witch
I ain't Jason at all but it get scary 'bout my chips (yeah)
And in here is where I keep the bricks
Acknowledge Lil Marley in the hallway
He got the clips
Don't shoot 'em, Marley
[Outro]
Yeah, that's my little dude Marley, man
He hold me down, you know what I'm talking about?
I'll show you the rest of the house later, man
You wait right here, I'll be back
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Swagger Like Us (Alternate Verse)No one on the corner have swagger like I
Too cool for school, fly boy high
I drop out like I fell, from the sky
Hold up, let me wipe the cloud off my eye
He has class, first in the lunch line
My lunch ticket let my eat rappers at lunch time
Swagger, shinin' brighter than sunshine
Misfit, duck in the fashion one time
No one on the corner has swagga like moi, Church
But I'm too clean for the choire
I require what I desire I earn my stripes, Adidas
Mami scream papi no mas
Run up in your house just me; no mas
Runnin this bitch like I got four thighs
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Fuck You[Lil Wayne]
Who that, Weezy Bitch
Like Sigel, you fuckin with the young don, people
Plus I'm tryna make a son, he gon' be the sequel
Muh'fuckas better be peaceful, fo' sheezle
I get sums in lumps, like measles
My dough sick, on occations I catch seizures
I treat beef like burgers, just cheese you
And for that cheddar, hungry niggas'll eat you
We breeze through in the twelve with the judo eyes
Bitches yell I wanna do those guys
Ain't that cold, you know shit fucked up when you got banked at fo'
I'm 19 and I got banked at O
That's the Bentley ma, that ain't that Rolls
But the price on that muthafucka ain't that low
Guaranteed that I'll bang that fo'
If your fuckin with the dude
Bitch I'm from Cash Money Records, Fuck You

[Hook x8]
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you

[Mannie Fresh]
Chains, knives, guns that's us
The slogan is "we will bust"
The rules our this our side
Cross it young nigga and you will die
Pumps, riot guns, even 25's
Cash Money got this, don't even try it
Stay where you from, don't bring no static
If not, then semi-automatic
This is the payback, pussy bitch stay back
Fuck you, yo' mama, yo' daddy and where you lay at
What's beef, beef is when you fuck with us
Guaranteed to leave yo' ass up under the bus
There's no one quicker, than a hot boy nigga
That'll get you with the knife, or pow with the trigger
There's no one keaner, with the chrome Sarafina
Murder ain't nuttin' but a misdemeanor
[Hook x4]

[Baby]
Fo' sho' nigga
I'm gon' ride 'round my city and stunt my shit
If a nigga don't like it they can suck my dick
I got a Bentley, Jag, Rolls, Ferrari
Lambo' with no top I'm gon' ride tomorrow
Fuck a cutless, regals, and rams V-12
Gotta have somethin fast just to get out them jams
Got a big ass crib with a flow lil fuck
Got a roof all glass and that bitch split up
Got a house built look like a Mercedes booth
Ferrari sofa set with the Lambo' wrench room
Leskitted up kitchen set and Rolls Royce wall
Jaguar floors and fuck all yall
BMW lights, projectors to watch fights
Caddilac Benz, white fox for threads
Chin cheddar for Chi tower, ain't that crazy
I don't give a fuck homie, that's how I play it
Refridge designed like a Lexus with legs
In the fridge, it's quarters to replace the eggs
From me, Fresh, and Weezy fuck what they say
I'm Cash Money stunna nigga and that's how I play it

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Ring Ring[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ring, ring, ring, my plug gon' pick up for sure, 365, 24
Lean, lean, lean, I run through a pint like a four, I run through a pound like a O
Ting, ting, ting, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out
Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life
Ding, ding, ding, my shooters shoot shit up for sure, you can get your shit hit up for sure
Lean, lean, lean, I done ran through the pint like a four, I done ran through the pound like a O
Bling, bling, bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out
Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Huh, I'm sippin' syrup like water, I'm sippin' syrup like watеr, yeah-yeah-yeah
Geekin' likе a nerd at Harvard, geekin' like a nerd at Harvard, oh, yeah-yeah-yeah
Gave you a number told you call 'em, if he ain't doin' numbers don't call 'em, yeah-yeah-yeah
These niggas ain't eatin', they starvin', I'm over here eatin' like a Walrus, yeah-yeah-yeah

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
I ain't tryna fall in love (No), she ain't tryna fall a victim (No)
Fell asleep off the drugs (Oh, woah), woke up and rekindle (Oh)
From the walls to the window (Woah), woke up with a buzz (Oh)
Turned a buzz to a blender (Yeah), to be continued (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ring, ring, ring, my plug gon' pick up for sure, 365, 24
Lean, lean, lean, I run through a pint like a four, Run through a P like a O
Ting, ting, ting, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out
Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life
Ding, ding, ding, my shooters shoot shit up for sure, you can get your shit hit up for sure
Lean, lean, lean, I done run through a pint like a four, I done run through the P like a O
Bling, bling, bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out
Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out
[Verse 2: Euro & (Lil Wayne)]
Stop tryna change (Stop tryna change)
Young nigga run up the miles on the Range, how could you blame me? (How could you blame me?)
Told her I'm too tired to kick it, and then I go fuck with the city (I fuck with the city)
I put my heart on the counter and say to the cashier, "What could this get me?" (What could this get me?)
My partner just robbed him a rapper then gave me the watch, but this shit doesn't fit me (This shit doesn't fade me)
Used to wanna do the red carpet with a popstar
But I'm cool solo in the RR
See the wrist wet, do the ChaCha (Yeah)
And this girl just taught me how to salsa (Yeah)
So I'm kinda busy, tryna two-step (Yeah)
My OG doin' numbers but he still afraid to fuck with new tech (Woah)
Real shit, you can verify (Yeah), before the blue check I blew checks (Blew it)
Bragging 'bout all the threesomes (Yeah), I've done it all, am I cool yet? (Do it)
Cold world and she wanna sweat along, yeah she know it's my crew next (Do it)
I say less and do more, they say more and do less (Do it)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I got the money, bitch, I got the power, bitch, yeah, yeah (I got the money, I got the power)
I pack my luggage and go on a power trip, yeah, yeah (I pack my luggage and go on a power trip)
I press a button and start the apocalypse, yeah, yeah (I press a button and start the apocalypse)
After I fuck her, she go play the lottery, yeah, yeah (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
And she think I need love, I think I need oxygen (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I got diamonds all around my esophagus (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Cocaine got her nose, feelin’ like a rhinoceros (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
She just got off a bitch, I just got out a bitch, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ring, ring, ring, my plug gon' pick up for sure, 365, 24
Lean, lean, lean, I run through a pint like a four, I run through a pound like a O
Ting, ting, ting, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out
Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life
Ding, ding, ding, my shooters shoot shit up for sure, you can get your shit hit up for sure
Lean, lean, lean, I done ran through a pint like a four, I run through the pound like a O
Bling, bling, bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out
Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
I ain't tryna fall in love (No), she ain't tryna fall a victim (No)
Fell asleep off the drugs (Oh woah), woke up and rekindle (Oh, oh)
From the walls to the window (Yeah), woke up with a buzz (Yeah)
Turned a buzz to the blender (Yeah), to be continued (Yeah, yeah)
Ring, ring, ring

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Ice her out, ice her out

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
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Baseball SexLil Wayne
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
Ok now it was me and Mrs. C
We was chillin by ourself
Both of us just popped a pill
And now am feelin' myself

I ain't worried bout you cause I'm feelin' myself
I ain't worried bout you cause I'm feelin' myself

And they feelin' my shoe and they feelin' my belt
And they feelin' my jean thats the one they never seen
And my watch look like a television screen
And my right wrist nice and my left wrist mean
And now my neck gettin' all jealous and things
So I had to cop a couple of more necklaces man
Like ain't that a bitch?
Ain't a bitch I ain't my words
Heavy so I hope them bitches stick like paint

And all I really care about is my bank ho
And all I really care about is my bank ho
And all I really care about is my bank ho
Ya digg? now, what you drank?

I tell her bartender just straight patron
Man I'm takin one of these girls home
And we can do what we do we grown
We can do what we do we grown
I met her on first base standin' all alone
We went to second base and now she in my zone
Then we told Mr. Third Base we gon'
I told you im taking one of these girls home (safe)
Mack Maine
I take a chick out the park like Barry
She held my balls so long the ref call her carry
She come to the crib and she think we married
She try to sneak in my bed like the tooth fairy (ha)
I call her genius oral she give me head sex
And all my bitches like packages they get FedEx
You can call 'em priority of 'da next day
They call the next day like "Maine I'm still rollin'"
I'm like well im heading to the game you still rollin'?
Like let me know your destiny child like Kelly Rowland
You think she lift weights with her brain the way she headstrong
You see my house is third base I call my bed home
You call her Miss Decapitated yeah her head gon'
She think she living right but I tell her she dead wrong
And I don't care if she all fat or she all slender
And I ain't T-Pain but this what I told the bartender

CHORUS
I tell her bartender just straight patron
Man I'm takin one of these girls home
And we can do what we do we grown
We can do what we do we grown
I met her on first base standin' all alone
We went to second base and now she in my zone
Then we told Mr. Third Base we gon'
I told you im taking one of these girls home (safe)
Lil Wayne
Now run around a base
You know I come from outter space
And I'm runnin out of space
Cause I got to much paper
I ain't got enough space
You call that girl 7
Cause she finna get 8
If you call her at 7
Then probably gettin' ate
Tomorrow call her at 7
And she still gettin' ate
Ya now she do me
And girl what the bitch say?
"daddy please could you come
And put some tears in my face" (haha)
She wanna Lil Wayne on her face
I said well bitch go get lil' wayne on youre face (haha)
Then I came in her face
You know a nigga had to make it rain in her face
Bitch I know you love me
If not you just stupid
Nigga stop talkin'
And why dont you just do it?
But fuck them niggas girl me and you should do it
And you know im gon' of that fluid you ain't see me tell
The bartender just straight patron
Man I'm takin one of these girls home
And we can do what we do we grown
We can do what we do we grown
I met her on first base standin' all alone
We went to second base and now she in my zone
Then we told Mr. Third Base we gon'
I told you im taking one of these girls home (safe)
I swear I told the bartender just straight patron
Man I'm takin one of these girls home
First base
Second base
Third base
We Home
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All for the Feeling[Verse 1]
Uh, too many handshakes given
Too many prayers for forgiveness
Too many smiles when you hurtin'
Too many thoughts on your mind
All the time, got you nervous
And you always read your horoscope
Tryna figure if the nigga that you talkin' to the one
And your friends say no, dealership say no
But fuck it you got a body that'll pay the car note
Thirty percent for the down payment
Pull out the lot girl now you famous
You on your own and your'e doin' just fine
Every check stub wanna buy you time

[Bridge 1]
It ain't hard when you feel it
Cause' when you feel it you kill it
Your pride gone now you willin'
Tell the world they in danger
Even tell a stranger

[Chorus 1]
You all for the feeling
You all for the feeling
Yes you all for the feeling
You all for the feeling
And you ain't never walked away from that feeling
[Verse 2]
Take a breath and say something
Go on ahead, talk about it
Money over discussion
Make a little something out of nothing
And all these promises, they all bluffing
Water the seed till the soils muddy
Uh, and every holiday you work
And when I have time you be at work
Damn, I guess you're looking for better
But I'm digging in that pussy like i'm lookin' for a treasure
And the feeling don't die if you don't let it, but you don't let it
That's why I give you credit, and today my lucky day
Today she doin' nothing, so when we get together
I put it in her stomach she say

[Bridge 2]
Tunechi I feel it
She feel it when I kill it
Her pride gone now she willing
Tell the world they in danger
Even tell a stranger

[Chorus 2]
That it's all for the feeling
Say it's all for the feeling
Yeah you all for the feeling
You all for the feeling
And you ain't never walked away from that feeling
[Verse 3]
Take a breath and say something
Go on ahead, talk about the weeks
Talk about the months, talk about the pussy niggas
Man they all punks, live for the moment
Life ain't fair, sorry for the feeling
No grey hair, you ain't worried about nothing
Turn nothing into something
And never let that go

[Bridge 3]
Tell the world they in danger
Even tell a stranger

[Chorus 3]
You all for the feeling
Yeah you all for the feeling
Yes you all for the feeling
God willing
You never walk away from that feeling
You all for the feeling
Yes you all for the feeling
Keep your head to the ceiling
Kill it when you feel it
Cause' you all for the feeling
[Outro]
Take a breath and say something
Girl lets talk about it
Mmm, yeah
But you ain't gotta say nothing
Because, your eyes say everything
They asked me why I did it
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World of Fantasy[Intro: Question & Lil Wayne]
Yeah, Empire
Lil Wayne, Question
Cash Money (Three)
Dope Supply (Yeah)

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy)
His back against the wall (Cut the music up in my phone)
Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy, perfect)
His back against the wall (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Straight off the corner, Apple and Eagle
Braveheart bitch like the times are medieval
Married to the block, divorced the cathedral
Standing on the corner selling porcelain to people
Forced into evil, it's all in your head
It's all so cerebral, call me Knievel
You follow and I lead you straight to the needle
The bottle, the battle, the beetles'll eat you
Momma named Cita, I love you Cita
'Member when your pussy second husband used to beat you?
Remember when I went into the kitchen, got the cleaver?
He ain't give a fuck, I ain't give a fuck either
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
I'm speaking
[Hook]
Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy)
His back against the wall
Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy)
His back against the wall

[Verse 2: Question]
With my spine up against these tagged up brick walls
Flip grams, quick hand, quicksand, pitfalls
Big balls intact through error syntax
That stormy weather where the trees don't bend back
Left home at 16, I ain't never been back
When it come to being broke, they say I never been flat
A punk ass bitch, I ain't never been that
Reminisce on daddy's quart of Schlitz in his lap
And his Newport box with only one stick left
Snort heroin, then he shoved me in his chest
Used to really believe I'll never be the best
Hell must be on my shoulder cause the devil sing the rest
Right on it through his binges with them poisonous syringes
Beating on my mama, kicked the door off the hinges
I wish I was old enough to stop him when he did it
So long ago, but even I can't forget it, so listen

[Hook]
Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy)
His back against the wall
Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy)
His back against the wall
[Verse 3: Question]
Demonic in my presence, street corner like a reverend
Tryna find the change, shining lightning light in heaven
Triple 7, triple 6, tribulations, triple trick
Triple grip, triple spitting like I had a triple lip
Let's make simple sense of the main difference
Angel of Death swing, got a sinner in a clench
Revolver in my fist, earthworm to a fish
Bait on the line, watch me catch 'em with this
Coke fly off compound, off round white rock
Balling like Earl Manigault in his high top
Third eye cyclops, beaten down by five cops
Left for dead and this ain't even my block
Thinking of my pops, thinking of my moms
Rather be just blazing, listening to Saigon
Cause when you think up, God strike you down
Body full of current, lightning never hit the ground

[Hook]
Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy)
His back against the wall
Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy)
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Only Way[Intro: Birdman]
Ay Wayne
I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right
Ya feel me
These niggas out here picking bullshit over money nigga
But you know what fuck a nigga
We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full

[Hook: Birdman]
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 fucking 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
I'm a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the hinges
Yes weezy baby flow off the hinges
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
[Hook: Birdman]
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 2]
Weezy F. Baby hand cocked
Demand my cheese
Fuck 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 cops I murder the infoer
Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow
Niggas wanna keep they breath then tell 'em get low
I got ten left in the tech so what they here fo
Nigga you ain't scaring nothin weezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub
With my paws in the mud, yeah me and my paw in the mud
Interior mayback like what, Bitch nigga!
It's the Birdman and Birdman Jr
And he ain't got to, his son'll shoot ya, blow!
[Hook: Birdman]
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 3]
Homeboy you gotta know that avenue
To get off a bag or two or you just passin through
True true, and we just passed the truth
Passin through the streets of the murder capital
Where you think ya own brothers after you
So you ain't got no other brother after you
Dont let the boys in blue capture you
Cause they got pictures of me at it too
It's all fucked up
Bossman Weezy get y'all touched up
Gat blacked ya face like ya run into a wall or something
Its cash money all or nothing
Its Lil Wayne the reverand call it Sunday
The congregation know I come with nothing
But leave with everything, I ain't come for nothing
And the choir know I come with money
And y'all know I'm Stunnas youngin like dat bitch
[Hook: Birdman]
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 nigga2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hit Different[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Like 2 Chainz, nigga

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I'm different, I'm different
I'm different, I'm different
Shit different, lit different
Drip different, sip different
Smoke different, hoes different
My bros different, I'm no different
My whip different, I'm stick shiftin'
I tip different, she quit strippin'
My bitch different, I just slip in
It hit different, I switch position
This dick different, it hit different
Got her walkin' different, she sit different
My money different, my chips different
Big difference, like Miss Winfrey's
I know it cost to be the boss, I paid the difference
Like 2 Chainz, nigga, I'm different

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I've been graveyard shiftin', makin' baseball figures
Goin' Karen in the park 'cause I hate y'all niggas
When the drought go down and the weight go fizzup
I'ma tote A-Rod, no J-Lo, nigga
Got a payroll, nigga, count like Kango, nigga
Shoot like Faygo, nigga, soft as Play-Doh, nigga
I can go anywhere that you can't go
I lay your ass down 'bout Halo
Southside, G-Road and Clayco
Can't forget about Heaven and Harmony
Ain't nobody out there harmin' me
Rock the old Atlanta like the motherfuckin' omni, calmly
I got some weapons like armory, uh
So Help Me God, solemnly, yeah
Follow me, follow me, follow me
Follow me, follow me, smellin' like lottery
Lookin' like lottery, came from the Clay like pottery
I got the rage inside of me, I got the gauge on side of me
Just checked my page, I'm proud of me
Folk out the can like potted meat
Stars in my roof, astrology
Teachin' valet the technology
Hustlin', it run through my artery
Probably trappin' and boost the economy, yeah
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, the feds all over me, nigga, and I don't even trap no more
Your bae all over me, nigga, but, dawg, you can have that hoe
My side bitch fuckin' my main bitch, they don't even clash no more
My side bitch fuckin' my main bitch, uh

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I've been talkin' to myself
I told myself, "I gotta get my shit together" (Together)
Man this shit is just like Tetris
Get the bricks together, make 'em fit together (Together)
Got a line on everything
Man, I can give whatever and get this shit whenever (Whenever)
Uh, I can ship this shit wherever
Ten bathrooms, I can shit whenever (Whenever)
Just 'cause you see me with her
That don't mean me and the bitch together (Oh, no)
I've been cheatin' on my bae
And now me and bae'll fuck a bitch together (Oh, oh)
With two horns stickin' out the GOAT head
You know he's just the devil (Oh, oh)
And this shit right here, this shit right here

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
This shit different, lit different
Drip different, sip different
The pack different, the Act' different
My bros different, I'm no different
Got no ceilings, no ceilings
No ceilings, it's missin', it's missin'
In your feelings, you're trippin'
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It’s Time to Give Me Mine[Hook]
Been running for too long
Been running for too long
Been running for too long
It's time to give me mine
(Better)
Been running for too long
(They better)
Been running for too long
(They better)
Been running for too long
(They better)
It's time to give me mine
(Because it's)
Time to-time to give me mine
Time to give me mine
Time to-time to give me mine
Give me mine, give me mine
(I'm so far ahead man!)
Been running for too long
It's time to give me mine

[Verse 1]
What they talking 'bout, Fee?
They ain't saying shit
Nigga, we could hold court
Like Stan Smith
Or Judge Judy
You niggas better shoot me
Cause I bought my mans a Glock
And I bought myself a Uzi
Don't confuse me
No, they don't amuse me
I come after the Money
Like Wednesday come after Tuesday
I told Stunna I'm wylin'
He say "Don't worry, I got ya"
He told me "Cut they heads off
And bring 'em back to Papa"
Them niggas gettin' scurred
Word
All that talkin'
Just a whole bunch of verb
Pussy-ass nigga
Got a whole bunch of nerve
I'll have 'em putting your picture
On a whole bunch of shirts
I smoke a lot of weed
And drink a whole bunch of syrup
I like brain
So I fucks with a whole bunch of nerds
I am number one
'Cause two is not a winner
And no one remembers third
[Hook]
Been running for too long
Been running for too long
Been running for too long
It's time to give me mine
(They better)
Been running for too long
Been running for too long
Been running for too long
It's time to give me mine
(Cause it's)
Time to-time to give me mine
Time to give me mine
(Check your clock nigga)
Time to-time to give me mine
(Check your watch nigga)
Give me mine, give me mine
Time to-time to give me mine
Time to-time to give me mine
Been running for too long
(Wizzle F Baby, bitch)
It's time to give me mine

[Verse 2]
See, money is the topic baby
See, I'm a giant
All these other niggas mockin' baby
They microscopic baby
Big crib, I can't even hear 'em knockin' baby
Headed to the top
Like I'm tied to a rocket, baby
To all the foreign women
Let's make a tropic baby
I got so many bitches
I could make a compilation
I'd like to thank the haters
For your cooperation
I got that doctor chopper
Give you an operation
Nigga this is my crusaders
Kill for confirmation
We all got on masks
We 'bout to toxic waste 'em
I hope they mommas raised 'em
Cause they got bitch ways
If they don't pay for ya
They get ya back dead
Real talk
Stop walkin' on ya back legs
Step into the limelight
Bullshit backstage
I used to tote a .32 up in my crack days
I tote that AK-47 in my rap days
[Hook]
Been running for too long
Been running for too long
Been running for too long
It's time to give me mine
(They better)
Been running for too long
Been running for too long
Been running for too long
It's time to give me mine
(Because it's)
Time to-time to give me mine
(Check your watch)
Time to give me mine
(Nigga)
Time to-time to give me mine
(Check your clock nigga)
Give me mine, give me mine
Time to-time to give me mine
Time to-time to give me mine
(I'm comin')
Been running for too long
(Wizzle F Baby, bitch)
It's time to give me mine

[Verse 3]
Come and get it (tell 'em)
Anyone can get it
But since I'm the President
I'll be a little more politic (hah)
I'm chilling in the clinic
Cause that's how many nurses I got workin'
On my dizzick
Snakes in the grass
Rats, lizards
But 'round here snitches don't exist
Like wizards
Ho, this ain't punch
I'm sippin' on some sizzurp
I roll a fat joint
And do my fingers like scissors
The game so cold
I done had my share of blizzards
But now I got that big money
Runnin' like rivers
Nigga
I'm here to get my shit straight
Burner on the hip-waist
Leave a nigga's street full of bones
Like a fish plate
Yeah, I'm from the hood
But now I'm living in a rich way
Swear I got on my knees
And thanked God for this day
So say what you wanna say
I need to throw a cup of water in my face
First place
I –
[Hook]
Been running for too long
It's time to give me mine
Been running for too long
It's time to give me mine
Time to give me mine
Give me mine
Time to give me mine
Been running for too long
It's time to give me mine14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Kings & Queens[Chorus]
Gotta chase that money
Gotta chase that green
We are coming for the crowns
We are kings and queens
And we gon' be rich forever (Yah)
We gon' be rich forever (Mula)
Gotta chase that money (Yah)
Gotta chase that green (Yeah)
We are coming for the crowns
We are kings and queens (Uh, yeah)
And we gon' be rich forever (Mula, baby)
We gon' be rich forever (Yeah, Mula, bae)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Rich forever, sitting on leather
If you hating god bless you like you sniffed some pepper
I'm on an island where it's quiet and the fish is speckled
With a bitch I call JJ for jiggling Jello
Lord rich forever, kiss the bezel
Rubies in the watch face, it came with the freckles
Got a black card to pay for all the incidentals
And my house so big I hear my whispers echo
Lord rich forever, forever and a day
Trying not to confuse the gas pedal with the brake
I just made a multi-million dollar settlement today
I'm talking shit, you can't imagine all the peppermints I ate
A couple hundred thousand here, it keep the federal away
A couple hundred thousand there and now I'm settling a case
Walked straight up out the Rikers like I never spent a day
And the money like pussy, it's better when you chase, lord
[Chorus]
Gotta chase that money (Yeah)
Gotta chase that green (Woo)
We are coming for the crowns
We are kings and queens (Amen, yeah)
And we gon' be rich forever (Mula, baby, ah)
We gon' be rich forever (Yeah, Mula, baby)
Gotta chase that money (Yeah)
Gotta chase that green ([?])
We are coming for the crowns (Yeah)
We are kings and queens (Can't stop money, nigga, no you can't)
And we gon' be rich forever (I-I woke up this morning and I looked in the mirror and I told myself, I said Tunechi)
We gon' be rich forever (Mula, baby)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Rich forever, lit forever
I'm higher than pitch and treble
I just sip and I twist them pedals
My bitch is special
I stay busy, she be salty like a twisted pretzel
Lord busy schedule, misfit rebel
When the money come, the bitch sing Christmas carols
Pistol several, rich but careful
Still wondering when they gon' make a triple barrel
Got money on my mind and I don't see a limit
Tell my girl I'm coming right now, I'ma be a minute
She said "The money more important" and now she offended
I say "You damn right," she say "Stop agreeing with me"
Niggas copy me and mimic, they just comedy and gimmicks
Put your money where your mouth is, I'ma be the dentist
I swear I'ma get the money constantly consistent
I'll be rich forever, I'ma be a minute, yeah
[Bridge]
No more late notices for the electric bill
No more heat knock up on your doors and we can barely get our fill
No more scraping by
No more living just to die

[Chorus]
Gotta chase that money (I'm a chase it)
Gotta chase that green (I'm chasing, I'm chasing)
We are coming for the crowns
We are kings and queens (And I won't be complacent)
And we gon' be rich forever (Mula, baby)
We gon' be rich forever (Young Mula, baby)
Gotta chase that money (I'm chasing)
Gotta chase that green (I'm chasing, I'm chasing)
We are coming for the crowns
We are kings and queens (Amen, Amen)
And we gon' be rich forever (I told her don't worry, because)
We gon' be rich forever (Amen, Amen)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hey Lil Mama (remix)Young Moolah baby!
You know we had to do a remix right?

(Hey lil' mama, hey hey lil' mama)

[Verse 1]
Hey lil' mama, fuck all that drama
Hop yo ass up in the drop
You know I had to turn it up, because the weather gettin' hot
They see me pull up to the spot
Now they jumpin' on my cock
They wanna li-li-li-li-lick me like a lollipop
Oh yessir, we gettin' gwap and we poppin'
We made you move, bass stopin
We know them losers be plottin'
But losing never a option
I pop the coop, with the invisible top
We be shutting niggas down in the parking lot
Oh fo sho
Her booty clapping and she make her pussie pop
I'm like Ray J with the camera
Later on we can watch
I'm like, I'm like oohhh, I'm a south side
Had the air high note
She singin' in auto tune like ooh, (like) ooh, (like) ooh, (like) baby, aaaahhhh
Yeah, I like that, I'm right back
Wherever them dykes at I like them girls that like them girls that like them boys
To put the whores on the right track
I pop the 6 with different chicks, in different kicks
I'm not like you snitching pricks
I like to do some different shit
You niggas wish you could spit it like Vic
Cuz, the whole bay be on my dick
Chorus

[Verse 2]

Hey lil' mama it's Carter, the boss
And I don't like my dick sticky so wipe off that lip gloss
Weezy baby bitch I don't mean no harm
But I swear I'm a goon, just like go on
I told her like a di-no-saur
Bitch they don't make 'em like me no more
So make history or leave my car
And since I be so high they think I'm fucking a star
I ain't gon' lie I be fuckin' some stars
Pussy so wet it get stuck in them draws
Then we fuck like retards
That pussy hot, she got a stick a hockey puck in her draws
And I be Wayne Gretzky
Take the bitch to South Beach and fuck her on a jet ski
Then it's bye lil mama
And now I'm all sick cuz I done ate her ill nana
I'm a nasty ass nigga, and every woman in the world like a nasty ass nigga
So here I am baby, fuck him baby
You want a family? Then you can swallow ten babies
Damone I'm gone but before I go
I don't love them hoes, Young Moolah, babyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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We Hustle[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I'm a let you know somethin' 'bout me
I'm a 7 boy, know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah!
I'm on a pint of that oil, that sticky icky
To go with it, some of that 'tuss, yeah
What you know 'bout it? Nothin'
Let me get at 'em

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Hey, five key's in the freezer while you sittin' on 'em
I use to hide 'em in the cupboard had the kitchen funky
I'm a superstar hustler all the bitches want me
But I'm just tryin' to get my money, keep the piglets off me
I'm in the coupe with ten g's in the school bag
That's food cash, I got work on campus, news flash, yes
Weezy fuckin' baby, with his fruit ass, bitch

[Verse 2]
In a thermal over the flamer, I had the gun cocked
And I know you see it like Yung Joc
I'm just sippin' on that Remy Blood
And I need some ice to light my hands up like MJ gloves
While you cuffin' that girl ass, you know she sharin' that
Cause I made the Coupe roof, do a disapearin' act
Now cricks wanna snitch, I ain't tryin' to do a corny bid
I wanna shine, so I grind like Horny kids
Wait, I told you get the cake or I roast ya
Gats drawn, mask on, like its late October
Now bitches wanna please me, cause I did a song with Weezy
Actin' all sceezy, oh ma, take it easy
Right after I bust on your chin, you gotta leave me
I told you that I wasn't your friend, you should believe me
Im a P to the I to the M to the P-O
If I get books, still get my kush from the C-O
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Cause this is murda, murda music
So run, run and get your gun and use it
Man, and we hustle, hustle, hustle, we hustle, hay
We also hustle, hustle, hustle, we hustle, yeah

[Verse 3]
Yeah money over bitches, dont show her where your stash dummy (naw)
Need a bird man, so I'm hollerin' at Cash Money
Then I'm gon' chop it up (yeah) see the fiends coppin up (okay)
Feds they be watchin' us (yeah) lookin' through binoculars (uh huh)
But they ain't stoppin' us (no) they don't know where the block'd'r'us (no)
Drama Boy Click if you run up, then my Glocks'll bust (yeah)
My plan is to put man lead in ya guys (okay)
My brother on my side in that black 745 (c'yeah)
No tints, you can see my face (uh huh) when I squeeze the 8
Ridin' up on ya point blank range (bang) piece of cake
It's that murda music for them coca movers (c'yeah)
Gangster's floatin' to us (c'yeah) they load they toasters to it (okay)
They shot D's, definiton of a drama boy (drama boys)
I'm ridin', out Expedition with the lima to it (ah ha)
And let me find out your strip is twerkin' (c'yeah)
You gon' end up a missin' person, I need the bricks for certain
Shot at ya Maybach Windows and rip they certain's (yeah)
Call up the funeral home now and get the hurses (get the hurses)
Been knew you niggas was bitches, ya'll need to get some purses
This for them trap stars actin' like ya'll rappers with them glass jaws
[Hook]

[Verse 4: Heartlay]
Yeah, you said it's money, money, murda, murda
Yeah, they call me threats, I put that gat and straight, serve ya
Niggas talkin' burners, like they got the fuckin' nerve ta
Pussy, I will hurt ya, murk ya, broad day
Pop up like Bishop the Extiler, up in the hallway
I spit it, cause I live it, the difference is you all think
Dippin' from the destrict, movin' swiftly with this Pav-kay
Hit you in your biscuit, while you slippin' on a off day
Nigga this is Heartlay, c'yeah, the hottest to spit
But it's real like when your bitch made it burn when you piss
Nigga ill, I give 'em chills, when I burn 'em with this
I'm too hot with two Glocks, I can earn 'em with digits
So much money to be made (made) dollars to be spent (spent)
C'yeah, niggas try to dig my grave, holla when you catch
Every fuckin' slug nigga, shoot you in your mug nigga
Cops want me locked down, inditement as a drug dealer
They said I popped them shots cause I'm a thug nigga
The truth I'll pop them Glocks cause I don't love niggas

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Did It Before[Intro]
Ohh, this feel good, alright, Ye
Carter Trey, all day, let's play, haha

[Chorus]
Okay
I know two girls that done did it before
But I wonder if they know that we did it before
If the other girl know that we did it before
Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know
That we did it before yeah we did it before
Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know
That we did it before yeah we did it before
Shit I wonder if they know that we did it before

[Verse 1]
Okay, put your hands up if you did it before
Now your girl lookin' at you cause she didn't hell know
And now everybody sayin' that you did it before
And you know that's because they probably did it before
Cause if they did it before it would be different though
I wonder if Tammy knows, that I did it before
With Nisa, I wonder if she didn't hell know
That we did it before I know they did it before
The day we did it but oh, if they did it before
And we did it before, we can get it fa' sho
Cause if she with it, I know she should be with it fa' sho
I'm a tear that pussy up, like I didn't before
And after I did it they be history though
When I see em I act like I didn't hell know
That we did it before like we didn't before
But we did it before, hehe
[Chorus]
Okay
I know two girls that done did it before
But I wonder if they know that we did it before
If the other girl know that we did it before
Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know
That we did it before yeah we did it before
Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know
That we did it before yeah we did it before
Shit I wonder if they know that we did it before

[Verse 2]
Yeah, so if you did it before, be a pro
You gotta act like you didn't before
And everytime I meet a girl
They say that she didn't before
You know I gotta act like I never did it before
But she would be dumb if she didn't hell know
Cause I did it before and she will be dumb
If she think that I didn't, hell know
That she did it before, she probablly didn't go low
So we did it some more and we did it some more
Like Busta Rhymes said, she holla "give me some more"
So we did it some more, yeah, we did it til' four
And when four-o-one came, she was hittin the door
Not fixin' to go but she was hittin' the door
And I was probably butt naked just twistin' an O
Then I call my homies up, kick the shit how it go
And I know they gon' laugh cause they did it before
[Chorus]
Okay
I know two girls that done did it before
But I wonder if they know that we did it before
If the other girl know that we did it before
Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know
That we did it before yeah we did it before
Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know
That we did it before yeah we did it before
Shit I wonder if they know that we did it before

[Verse 3]
Okay, a lot of folks don't like to say they did it before
Wishin' that everybody didn't hell know
That they did it before, like if they did it'd be low
Or if they did it with more, than one, or did it for dough
Well if you didn't, then so, be cool with it and flow
And just rock with everybody, that done did it before
I know I did it before, you know you did it before
How come you ain't with it now, but you was with it before
Oh, that's your best friend, yeah, ya'll kick it I know
Ya'll probablly did it before, she probably licked it before
Like it was liquid before, yeah, I can vision you both
Like I done did it before cause I done did it before

[Chorus]
Okay
I know two girls that done did it before
But I wonder if they know that we did it before
If the other girl know that we did it before
Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know
That we did it before yeah we did it before
Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know
That we did it before yeah we did it before
Shit I wonder if they know that we did it before5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hawaii 5.0Yeahhh...
I got the 24 inches sittin on them Joe buttons
And the trunks straight jumpin
BITCH! I can't hear nuthin'
Though I might do Spurs sittin' on them Tim Duncan's
And in the Lambroghini I do doughnuts like Dunkin's
How come every bad bitch with a pussy wanna fuck em'
But I just feed em' drugs and just watch em' fuck each otha
My neck was a hundred, and my wrist was anotha
It make her pussy wet I leave that bitch with a puddle
I'm a beast I'm a dog, I should rap with 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 bought a space shuttle
I'mma put some D's on that bitch!

And these hoe's starting to get like flea's on my shit
Have you seen the who nina she's on my hip
Yellow white diamonds call it cheese on em' grits
You nigga's ain't ballin'
Real talk, you nigga's can't guard me
Two nigga's can't guard me
You lookin' at Jordan
From the side like Spike at the Garden
I got that hardest bars, call me the warden
Excuse me pardon, I break a bitch down like Tanya Harding
Bitch I'm cold not dude off Martin
Pockets just fat like the Clumps and Norbit
Bitch I'm fly like a magic carpet
And bitch I'm fresh like a pack of Orbit
See I'mma take it and gon' bring it back to New Orleans
And bitch I'mma shine in the land of darkness
In which I'mma grind til my stacks is 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 every time I send my girl outta town
I put some D's on that bitch!
I'm a certified gangster
Hater's make me nauseous, so money make me anxious
Listen how my words are poetic like Langston
Dreads down my back like I come straight from Kingston
But I come from Hollygrove, 17 danger zone

So many c note's I could sing a song
T-top coupe, lookin' like a thong
Your girl love my dick, she treats it like a bong
I don't want be right if gettin high is wrong
My eyes so low I look like I'm from Hong Kong
Boy I got more green than a bitch of Don Juan

Haha

Ok, I'm not a rookie I'm a pro; Methazine fiend
Make the homies say Hoe, and make all the girlies scream
I am a vegetarian man I only eat beats
Wear a lot of carrots and I smoke the best green
No beef, in my grocery bag
Just some Swisher's and a whole bunch of cans of Whoop Ass
I'm strapped like a bookbag
So any one of ya'll can come on and get a foot tagged
Eat all day
Ride all night
Sleep no way
Sleep when I lay
Six feet deep
And until that day
I'mma be livin' like it is that day
I keep holdin' on
I said bitch I been hot
Bitch the stove been on
If you don't like it I roll over and roll alone
Fuck you and the horse that you rode in on
Some cool shorts in my Corvezone
Lookin' slicker than the lane that you bowlin' on
If they ain't tell you I'm the shit, then they told ya wrong
Bitch I'm bubblin' like soda foam
In a styrofoam
CUP
You know what's in my styrofoam
What
S-Y-R-UP
That's my car, yep vroooom...
I'm gone!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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All the Dogs[Pre-Chorus]
They drowning in the water, we can't save 'em
Blood all on the leaves and on the pavement
Weighs heavy on our brains and on our conscience
We know that tomorrow isn't promised

[Chorus]
Living life on the edge, pray the sunrise there and
Put a price on his head, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get fed, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get fed
Living life on the edge, pray the sunrise there and
Put a price on his head, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get fed, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get...

[Verse 1]
I came from rags to riches, yeah
I'm talking Madden physics, yeah
From straight out of class to business, yeah
And I went from cash to digits, yeah
She stripping like that's religion, yeah
So I give her a cash baptism, yeah
I ain't into plastic bitches
But that bitch need some ass and titties
I can't smell that shit that's too skinny
I like my blunt fat and pretty
I'm smoking that Cali strong
I call that shit Calisthenics
You look like you got bad intentions
She look like she been paying attention
You look like you in bad condition
I look like I'm an air condition
Yeah, pressure busts pipes and I'm so piped up
Look at your wife and she gets mind fucked
I'm in the crowd, I make her eyes cum
Love is blind, so it can't find us
MDMA go MIA, MDMA and MIA
My little bitch naked like Kim K
I ain't got nothing on but some Kanyes
You got blood all on your sidewalk, on your sidewalk leave you sideways
I'ma blood walk on your sidewalk
I'ma slime walk in yo slime face
I'ma B walk on your sidewalk, on your front porch and your driveway
I put 10K on your head, my nigga said you ain't worth 5K, uh
[Pre-Chorus]
They drowning in the water, we can't save 'em
Blood all on the leaves and on the pavement
Weighs heavy on our brains and on our conscience
We know that tomorrow isn't promised

[Chorus]
Living life on the edge, pray the sunrise there and
Put a price on his head, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get fed, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get...

[Verse 2]
Then my diamonds start dancing
My houses is so killer, bitches call me Charles Mansion
Codeine, Adderal, Xanax, cars crashing
G3, G4, G5, I tarmac it
Dumb bitch, smart phone, calls dropped, she can't catch it
She get high all day, snort coke and drink Pepsi
Suwoo, Piru, this murder like Ja Rule
It's voodoo, it's taboo, my shooter shoot like Manu, pew pew
Achoo, I pray God bless you, I do
I lay you next to my shoe, don't get your flesh on my shoe
Run your mouth and we gon' slide, we slide
No lie I'm a blood repping 123
So 5, 45's and them 223's
And more 9's, Mac-10, 11's, 12-gauge
Numbers don't lie, lie
Run your mouth and we know it's
Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies we know it's Sci-Fi
[Pre-Chorus]
They drowning in the water, we can't save 'em
Blood all on the leaves and on the pavement
Weighs heavy on our brains and on our conscience
We know that tomorrow isn't promised

[Chorus]
Living life on the edge, pray the sunrise there and
Put a price on his head, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get fed, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get fed
Living life on the edge, pray the sunrise there and
Put a price on his head, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get fed, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get...3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m a MonsterYea
Can't be... [x15]
C3 ahah... Be ready, well I know you can't be... so be afraid... be very afraid
Yea [giggles]

[Hook:]
I've done warned you boyz bout the monster boy
I'm the monster boyz
Feed me rappers or feed me beats and now I'm gonna eat... and now I'm gonna eat
I'm gonna eat you alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive
I'm gonna eat you alive,.. alive, alive
And now I'm gonna eat... I'm gonna eat you alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive
I'm gonna eat you alive
And now I'm a gonna eat and now I'm a gonna eat

[Verse 1]
Welcome to the Carter, little shop of horror
Bloody like a period after D R
Doctor I'm a Dog I'm a Dog I'm a Dog ya
Not Georgetown but I'm a Uptown Hoya
Brothers like Warner, Someone should have warned ya
R E L A X like fuckin California
Or get cornerd then get tortured
Then get slaughtered... in that order

[Hook:]
I've done warned you boyz of the monster boy
I'm the monster boyz
Feed me rappers or feed me beats and now I'm gonna eat... and now I'm gonna eat
I'm gonna eat you alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive
I'm gonna eat you alive
And now I'm gonna eat and now I'm gonna eat...
I'm gonna eat you alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive
I'm gonna eat you alive
Eat you alive... alive
[Verse 2:]
Massacre Music, lose it Loses
Loosen the noose around my neck and turn em blue bitch
Rather go stupid in hollygrove zoo shit
Keep a set of good plies for every pair of loose lips
I lose it I was too sick, I said I'm too two sick
Four sick, five sick, six sense dead people
Just went ahead people, instant
Instinct
I don't care wat color ya is I'll burn ya turn ya skin pink
And if you can't stand me then knock me down
But I don't wanna hear that shit like foxy brown
It's Weezy F people, and I don't talk shit like deaf people
New orleans reFuGee like Wyclef people
My street eagle, and nigga watch your ego
Cause if you think you too fly, den I shoot down that ego
And then the monster see you
And the monster need food
And that monster's me too
So the monster eat you

[Hook: Female]
I've done warned you boy of the monster boy
He's a monster
Feed him rappers or feed him beats and now he's gonna eat... and now he's gonna eat2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Welcome To Tha Concrete Jungle[Intro: Juelz Santana]
DipSet, ugh
Weezy, holla at me

[False Start: Juelz Santana, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Welcome to the concrete jungle
Got snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles (No muzzles)
And they all tryin to cause me trouble
Got the big trey-8, long nose, no muzzle (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
Hold up, hold up!

[Spoken: Juelz Santana & DJ drops]
Ayy, ayy! Hold up, Drama, where you get that shit from, nigga? Man, that's exclusive! Run that the fuck back! Ayy!
The Aphilliates, nigga, pay attention!

[Intro: Juelz Santana & DJ Drama]
DipSet, ugh
Weezy, holla at me (You know how we do!)
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana, DJ Drama, DJ drops, & Lil Wayne]
Welcome to the concrete jungle
Got snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles (No muzzles)
And they all tryna cause me trouble
Got the big trey-eight, long nose, no muzzle (Gangsta Gri-Zillz! Ill!)
Back up off me, shorty—if not? Surely—
That piece'll come off me shortly (Shortly)
My hood breed gangstas, boy
You wanna be down? Let's see now; no, thank you, boy (Nope)
My niggas'll fish-filet you, boy
Then go and tell your moms to get the paper, boy (Yup)
Your son is no longer just a paperboy
He's front-page on the paper, boy, read about him (Look)
Extra, extra, read about it! (Look)
While we get twisted, laugh, and smoke weed about it (Look)
And can't nobody do a thing about it
'Cause they'll be in the same boat—literally, the same boat (Yup, yup)
Floating 'cross the same sea (Yup)
Through the same water (Yup)
Don't fuck with them same G's (Yup)
Don't fuck wit that man, please (Yup, yeah, yeah)
Don't fuck wit his money, don't fuck with his gangrene (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & DJ drops]
Aim, squeeze, Wayne be on the back streets
Shotty on the back seat—fuck 'em, if you ask me
Make 'em look, but them niggas can't look past me
Pass the weed to the next nigga—that's me
Let's see: B-E-N-Z, A-M-G
21 inches, and I got them bitches skin-deep
Tempt me, and anything can happen, I ain't rapping
I ain't shootin at you soldiers, bitch, I'm going for the captain
I ain't shooting at your shoulders, bitch, I'm going for your cap, and I—
Won't stop cappin 'til your wings start flapping, and you—
You just an angel in the streets full of gangstas, and—
Me, I'm from the home where murder make you famous, and—
I think I'm 'bout to get that trench off the hanger
And the mask out the drawer, but I never hide the banger, I'm a—
Straight player, if you love her, don't bring her
I'll tell her a lil' shit, like, I can make her ass a singer, and she—
Believe that, we back at the crib, she like:
"How it shoot if it's plastic, for real?"
I'm like, "Fall back, ma, your ass need to chill"
Then she rolled on my dick like an ecstasy pill, haha
I smoke Beverly Hills, whatever—that kill
That leave a nigga with that heavenly feel, yeah
Step, and I will step in your grill, yeah
Leave a nigga with that heavenly feel, yeah (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Don’t Need Her[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I Am Not A Human Being
Part 2, Check me out

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, Uh
I fell in love with a pedestrian
'Cause she walked right over me
I should run over that bitch at a crosswalk
In my new Mercedes, I forgot to dance when she played me like a ukelele
Huh, just another sad love song
Like Toni Braxton, should've played you like a saxophone
At least we coulda made music, instead of trippin'
I bought the bitch a dozen roses with eleven missin'
Huh, she said she wanna be a lifeguard
Bitch, you can't even save yourself, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Huh, I park my dick up in her garage
But I shoulda treated that pussy like a parking lot
Yeah, the players fucked up
She was loose as a goose but I should've ducked
Her, and sure, I still hit her up, but only to say I fuckin' hate you, bitch

[Chorus: Ben]
I gave her flowers, but they weren't roses
So she threw them back in my face (Yeah)
And now my life is lookin' up now (I-I fuckin' hate when I'm insecure)
And she's already been replaced (Fuck)
I don't need her, you know I don't need her
I don't need her anymore (I fuckin' feel like I'm about to cry)
No, I don't need her
She know I don't need her (Like when Tom Hanks lost Wilson on Castaway)
But now she's seemin' insecure (Damn)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, okay I got a new one
And she never pissed me off
That's a toilet bowl, no urine
And I used to think about you when I be wit' her
Oh, now you fly?
Bitch I knew you when you were a caterpillar
And homicide, crosses my mind
Once or twice I admit
I feel like an asshole, that ain't never have shit
Now some say love is a drug I beg to differ
'Cause I sniffed her, and I smelt another dick on her breath
And still kissed her
Fuck I'm stupid
I kidnap cupid
And teach him how to hate
Then teach him how to skate
No, you ain't on my calendar, but at least I got a date
To drown you out I buy a house, buy a beach and buy a lake
I fell defeat to my mistakes, but who doesn't?
I heard your man was gay
Does that mean you have 2 husbands?
You fuckin' slut
I'd do better fuckin' sluts up the butt
Then let you come and kiss the shit out my dick, pucker up
Ha
[Chorus 2: Ben]
I gave her flowers, but they weren't roses
So she threw them back in my face
And now my life is lookin' up now
And she's already been replaced
I don't need her, you know I don't need her
I don't need her anymore
No, I don't need her
She know I don't need her
But now she's seemin' insecure
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
See, when times get hard
So does my dick
And for some funny reason
I think of you
And um
I just wanna grab a rifle and
Shoot myself in the head because
I-I-I just can't get rid of the thoughts
Bitch

[Chorus 3 / Outro: Ben & Lil Wayne]
I gave her flowers, but they weren't roses
So she threw them back in my face
And now my life is lookin' up now As a matter of fact, let me take that rifle
And she's already been replaced And I'ma um
I don't need her, you know I don't need her I'ma swing by your crib
I don't need her anymore And um
No, I don't need her I hope your man is there
She know I don't need her I-I still got that key
But now she's seemin' insecure That you gave me
Yeah, yeah, yeah Ha
Hold up, hold up
Let me find that key
Alright, I got it
Yo, fuck both of y'all7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pretty Brown[Verse 1]
Uh, Slick-dickie on my one and two
So sweet what I did with a Honey-Doo
No pun intended, no one offended
You just bet' not leave yo' girlfriend unattended
I holla at her, holla but don't scream
I ask her "Why sleep if we don't dream?
So let's stay awake, besides, dreams are fake"
She say "Ooh you deep?" I ask "How deep can you take?"
Hehe, my loveboat in ya lake
Baby can I stick my lovenote in ya gate
Hehe, read and weep
Sincerely fuckin' yours, Weezy F B

[Hook - Lloyd]
It's that pretty down round, drvin' me wild
Cause baby I'm lovin' your style, and the way that you do
The things that you do, when you do what your doing
We can do it, anyway you like if you know what I mean
Thinking you might wanna play on my team
The way that you do, the things that you do when you do what your doing
We can do it, so keep going girl, keep going girl
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
Cause I'm on it girl, and I wanna take you
To the top, the top, the top, the top
Straight to the top, to the top...
[Verse 2]
I prefer that you would just call me
Weezy, Eastside gangsta
And, I be runnin' this shit like the Flanker
Blackcard Banker, hanker in the backpocket
And I wear them skinny jeans, so you see my fat wallet
That's right I'm a big shot, call me " Little Cannon Ball
Mr. "Get up in your girl mouth", like some Ambersol
Hip-hop president, ain't my girl elequant
Don't she got more junk in her trunk then an elephant
Nigga I'm an animal, watch me, I examine you
And my chucks are old, but I swear to you my flanel new
I get money manual, then I just man you
Bitch ass nigga, I'm gone like my Lam' roof, Young Money!

[Hook - Lloyd]
It's that pretty down round, drvin' me wild
Cause baby I'm lovin' your style, and the way that you do
The things that you do, when you do what your doing
We can do it, anyway you like if you know what I mean
Thinking you might wanna play on my team
The way that you do, the things that you do when you do what your doing
We can do it, so keep going girl, keep going girl
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
Cause I'm on it girl, and I wanna take you
To the top, the top, the top, the top
Straight to the top, to the top...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Baggin[Intro]
Yeah
Geronimo
Uh

[Verse 1]
Jumped out the Porsche, jumped straight in the game
Head in the clouds, I play in the rain
I play in her pussy, I play in her mouth
I skeet, skeet, skeet, she lay in the stain
Beep, beep, beep, nigga stay in your lane
I get geeked, geeked, geeked, then I say I'ma change
Pop two, pop three, it goes straight to the pain
White, blue, yellow, pink pill, Crayola gang
She takin' my charge, she takin' your chain
You fake as your chain, it's bread over fame
I lay on my plane, filet and Lo Mein
I'm wreckin' my brain like wrecked the Mulsannе
I get the McLaren and run a fеw errands
Got a mouth full of karats and I don't eat carrots
Got more Elliantte than Elliantte
Let me find out you've been shoppin' at Jared
I pop at your parents and tell 'em it's personal
I like my purple drink purpler
Whippin' the work and my wrist lookin' virtual
Bust down sick as tuberculosis
[Bridge]
Whippin' the work with my left, make sure the money is right, yeah
My circle I'm keepin' it tight, 360, 365, yeah
Whippin' the skrrt with my left, yeah, make sure the money is right, yeah
My circle I'm keepin' it tight, like a virgin, she keep it inside
Whippin' the work with my left, yeah, draco on my right, yeah
Say she wanna see me tonight
I put that bitch on a flight

[Verse 2]
I'm in the kitchen cheffin' with my left, ooh
Whippin' it up with my right, right
Left-right like Mike, fight
Whip the white until it bite, yie
Huh, whippin' that white girl, whippin' that white girl
White girl gettin' her ass whipped
Rippin' them numbers, rippin' them numbers, right up out the math book
Money talkin', mine kind of like a chat room, uh
Told my young blood to be bool and be bareful
Runnin' the white, fuck with the white
Whippin' it right, it's comin' to life
I brung it to life, I gave it the light like a candle, ooh (Phew)
I'm whippin' it damn good, ooh (Phew)
I'm whippin' it damn good, ooh (Phew)
I'm whippin' it damn good, yeah
Whippin' the Benz with my left, yeah
Got your lil' boo on my right, yeah
Buss down on my left, yeah, that's your boo on my right, yeah
Poppin' a Perc with my left, yeah
Sippin' the syrup with my right, yeah
One of the last real nigga left, yeah
Fuck we got left behind, yeah
Tell me I got the best, yeah
I'ma go up on the price, yeah
By the time the nigga got on a vest, yeah
I'ma shoot him a hundred times (Boom)
[Outro]
Whippin' the work with my left (Yeah, yeah, yee, yee)
Make sure the money is right (Yeah, yee, yeah, ayy, ayy)

[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled]
No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Walk Out[Verse]
And in here is where the heroin boil
And I also got a large pot of cigarette oil
That's Embalming 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-R-U-G for your shorty
One window to let the dawn in
Cuz we hustle in this bitch midnight to morning, yea
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, Sams or Jakes
Around here it's 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 and napkins straight
You pick wit this picnic and I'm at your face, Fucka!
I say I'm at your throat, this was *Tha Carter*, slam the door, GO!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Money in the Bank[Introduction]
Money, I'm paid (blast off on these niggas)

(Chorus) repeat 4X
I got money on the drank
And half on the dank
(The greatest DJ in the world), (east side)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, thank god I'm a millionaire
Hard body, these other boys teddy bears
Fuck with me momma, I know you want a G
And I'm a real blood, if you want R&B
Just call me Carter honey, if you can't say the baby
Bitch I'm so fuckin' hot, I feel radiated
Ho I'm so fuckin' fly, my eyes are aviaters
I'm stuck at the top floor in the elevater
Cause I'm high, dumb high
Nigga, I could look into the sun's eyes
Young guy, but rich though
And I keep a rag on me like a 64, like a 64
You know I got that bounce
It's mister-quick-to-pour-a-eighth into a 20 ounce
Okay I'm Terminater, you niggas Minnie Mouse
And I'm Young Money, anyhow
Chorus Repeat 9X
I got money on the drank (drank)
And half on the dank (dank)
(Mack Mizzle)

[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
It's hood shit baby, so you know it's all thug's
Rockstar life, lotta sex and alot a drug's
It's OG Kush, purple dro and kind bud
Have a real nigga feelin' like he's so fucked up
Have a fake nigga feelin' like he's so bucked up
There go the weed man, spitta back the truck up
There go the lean man, thugga we done lucked up
I mix the two dro by my bitch and then we rough fuck
I leave a Crego to the lot and pick a Jag' up
If you was in my shoes, nigga you could brag cuz
Weezy Wee got me, Baby he got me
Young Money, Cash Money, bitch that's my posse
40. cals with brokes, safeties just try to rob me
Million dollar man Ted DiBiase
Now let me tell you, if I'm missin' a bush
Shit'll get ugly than New York from the Flavor Of Love

Chorus Repeat 9X

Now we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds)
Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we on the grind (on the grind)
Cause we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds)
Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we on the grind (on the grind)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Blacka BlackaUhm, blacka blacka
Lose a backer, you should back up
Blucka blucka, you should suffer
Lose a mother, motherfucker your mother
Fuck your brother, that fucker died like John Tucker
I'm ruckus, I'm ill, no for real
I'm the only stingray in the water that kills
A bad pill, y'all sweeter than Advils
While I sit on your girl bread like her last meal
I blew up before I grew up
Got introduced to the game, now I'm at they heads like crew cuts
Suit up and lace your boots up
It's war time
It's Weezy Baby, no crime, no lyin'
Y'all motherfuckers slipping, you better hold on
I think they tripping like Cedric and Solange
I flow like I'm headless, no mind
I can say don't rhyme and it's gonna rhyme
Drought3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Bloodline[Verse 1]
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go round
The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds
The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas
See how shit come back round for ya
Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you can't knock the hustle
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my J butter put more 'd' on me
Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is
Got insurance on the floor man I'm that positive
And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens
Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz
And you know I put the mags on that
.45 mack with the flash on that
Who want it
Everybody sing along

[Hook x2]
Now I'mma ride cuz I got riding in my bloodline
And I'mma shine cuz I got shining in my bloodline
I get that dough cuz I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete
[Verse 2]
And when I move, I move out with the raw
I move out with the squad
To his album we ride we so mob
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture said
And I live by La Costra Nostra said
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head
Get it right I'm a soldier till I'm dead
This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled
I'm pumping o's with lots of hay
I'm so high and really I don't even know why
And oh I just go buy a whole house
And lay my mat down lay her back down
But I never put my mack down
You see the thug in me
You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B
Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B
If you want it then come to me
I'm right here

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
I'm G'd up
Only follow the code of the streets
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustling by the days with no food
But just so I can eat
And ain't it a bitch
And if you see me getting fat I'm probably getting rich
And you probably can see me for some crack before six
And after that it's all bricks
A fake and my palm is wrapped around this eight
And my arm because the dirty south is straight Vietnam
I skate with the bomb
I'm asking you don't play with me at all
Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all
It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoeprints
Cuz I did and do shit that's better than new shit
Fit for two clips
The kid is a nuisance
Awww man, he's inspired by his own gangsta music
And the Blueprint
Cruising through stoop with the ewe lit
Like ooh shit this is more than weed, it's 500 Degreez
[Hook x2]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Reppin TimeIntro:
Oh yea
Cut the music up in the phones Ju
My hair is blockin it
My shit growing like my money
(the runners!)
Let’s go!

Dip, Dip set
I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind
When its when its reppin time
When its reppin time
When its when its reppin time
When its reppin time
When its when its reppin time
I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind
When its when its reppin time
When its reppin time
When its when its reppin time
When its reppin time
When its when its reppin time
When its reppin time
When its when its reppin time
When its reppin time
When its when its reppin time
When its reppin time
When its when its reppin time
When its reppin time
When its when its reppin time

Verse 1:
I’m so Dipset dips out baby
If you don’t like it nigga fuck you with an AIDS dick
I hope you die thirty times
Nigga murder moms
No fast talk I’m on that syrup I’m on that turtle time
If Killa say the nigga dead then the nigga dead
If Stunna say the nigga dead then the nigga dead
VIP we be them niggas bangin’ in the red
Don’t drink Cristal no more just pour it on white bitches’ heads
This ain't no Tommy Hilfiger this that Polo ho
We are the biggest group alive that get that solo dough
And we gone get that dough until they say there’s no more dough
I smoke an ounce I got that bounce I got that pogo flow
Just shot a video with R Kelly but no homo though
Really didn’t want to do it but I fuck with TS and Fat Joe Joe though
I am a robot and this robot is on overload
And bitch I always will be hot like I’m in overcoats
Chorus

Verse 2:
Dollar after dollar
Holla at your guala
I’m Rolling like the Stones
I need a water bottle
And if you need a pill
T Streets and Carter got em
Supply the whole party
We got the party poppin'
We in New Orleans poppin
We way in harlem poppin
In California poppin
Them Ed Hardy rockin skinny ho’s with all them problems
Bitch you can eat these pills and chill and tell me all about them
Shittt
Hold up my heart is knocking
Don’t worry water stops it
Hold up your mouth is dry
Don’t worry water mops it
I got a great idea
We should have sex
Bitch I’m like Dante Hall
I just throw up the x
My dick be still hard
I be so up for next
That’s when you slip up and fuck around and fuck your ex
That be that bullshit
But it’s the fuckin best
I get her to pop a pill
And come and fuck the set
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Bass Beat[Intro]
Gangsta Grillz
It's me and Spitta man
Gangsta Grillz, Mack Maine we see you
Young Capo I see you
Gangsta Grillz

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
I get that money that's my top commitment
Yall niggas just talking yall 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 a lot and Imma keep on
Thousand dollar jeans on nigga keep going
Keep walking, piece on
You won’t find me in my beach home
I’m out ya reach arm
I got a speech for ‘em, um
Fuck them and whoever know ‘em, one
I’m stepping in Roberto's with a nasty ass virgo
She feeling my gangsta, I ain’t even have to game her
But that came natural sort of like magical
I disappear when I dip in the bathroom
But I’ll be back soon fucking wit them raccoons
Like Jackie Gleason on his honeymoon
What up Fuke?
[Curren$y]
Hot Spitter in the building
Young Money in the arena
Ya catch me with two bad bitches between us
(Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
I cook good crack in a pot in a pot i pissed in
Yall niggas just talking yall politicians
With the wind against my back I defend in the attack
By any man I’m in fact, ha ha
And its like that
My impact so hard if I die
I probably bounce right back
I walk around with a mice trap
Niggas wit cheese don’t like rats
And despite that
I been around a few gold fish
I’m still a shark out the ocean
I wear the fuck out the 0 6, 4 sent flow
Like I’m 4'6", left arm so stiff
Yall don’t shit about this stuntin’ business
I’m about to teach that to all of my bitches
But, back to the business
Give the mutha fucka so much coke
He probably have problems with they kidney
Spit ‘em
[Curren$y]
Jesus Christ
Young Money mother fucker
Money go way back
Way back like an old man hairline
Mu fucka y'all can't see that

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
It's haters out there but I"m optimistic
Yall niggas just talking ya politicians
I'm walking what I'm talking
And I'm playing what I'm saying
And I'm stepping what I'm reppin
I'm about what I shout boy
The loudest mouth of the South boy
I'm from the dirty dirty
You can't get me out my shop boy
I got a money clip but like what for
I tote whole stacks, they can't hold that
I stick it in her back pocket make her butt large
And pull her seven jeans down she like fuck drawls
And I'm like fuck that but she thought I was ignorant
Approached her like a gentleman
Her friends trying to get with him but
I already been with them
They all act the same I fucked them all
Man they like synonyms
I like dividends, I might give her them
She the niggas I'm with I might give her them
[Curren$y]
I don't know how he get so many girls, and rap
And handle like that, and the lyrics!
It's cool though, if y'all listening to him and y'all like all that
Y'all need to come get with me
Curren$y the Hot Spitta
The new gentleman
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Fuck Today[Produced by Infamous]

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Sitting on my porch, sippin’ on Jim Beam
Read the newspaper, man, guess what I seen
Shit bad enough to make a grown man scream
And then I woke up, it's not a bad dream
Eh, I don’t really wanna talk about it
Cause every time I talk about it, I go off about it
And every time I get like that, I wanna start somebody
This world really got you thinking that you on somebody
So what, you got a gun, I don’t give a fuck about it
I would take every bullet and every buck up out it
So, motherfucker, cock it back and please buck away
Cause right now I’m feeling fuck you

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
And fuck today, fuck today
Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay
Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today
Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today

I say fuck today, fuck today
Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay
Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today
Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today
[Post-Hook: Lil Wayne]
Don’t you see that this whole world is my stage
And I must perform to the best of my abilities, yeah
Motherfuckers talking away, but we don’t care what they say
I'ma take this shit day by day

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Man, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning
And my tank on E, plus the gas prices soaring
Baby momma trippin', tryna get me for my money
Now she laughing to the bank and ain't a damn thing funny
My momma lights off and my daddy don’t call
And my nigga got killed, man damn, I miss my dawg
The landlord buggin' and the rent keep coming
And the heater broke, I gotta warm my house with the oven
Every time I think about it, man, it get depressing
And the stock market down, the whole country in recession
Plus the cops got a warrant out, they trying to arrest me
Man, this whole day startin' to stress me, nigga so

[Hook: Gudda Gudda / Lil Wayne]
Fuck today, fuck today
Fuck everything gon be a'ight, fuck okay
Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today
Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today
So fuck today, fuck today
Fuck everything gon be a'ight, fuck okay
Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today
Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today

[Post-Hook: Lil Wayne]
Don’t you see that this whole world is my stage
And I must perform to the best of my abilities, yeah
Motherfuckers talking away, but I don’t care what they say
I'ma take this shit day by day

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Okay, these are the days, the days of our lives
Well, do you have a calender because I lost mine
Uh, I lost mine, uh, I lost mine
I’m the sickest virus on and offline
Imaginary line, you don’t wanna cross mine
Found a clock in the street, I’m making up for lost time
Third eye blind but it’s still fuck the bullshit
Knowing what I got but more conscience of what I could get
Tired of the same shit, don’t know who to blame, shit
And we knew a black President wouldn’t change shit
Money still a language, well ain't nobody talkin’
They found my calendar in the garbage, so

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Fuck today, fuck today
Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay
Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today
Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today
I say fuck today, fuck today
Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay
Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today
Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today

[Post-Hook: Lil Wayne]
Don’t you see that this whole world is my stage
And I must perform to the best of my abilities, yeah
Motherfuckers talking that shit
We gon have to see what I did
Cause I don’t give a fuck about it
And I don’t give a shit about you
I don’t give a damn about you
And I don’t give a shit about you
Motherfuck you, motherfuck me

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
And fuck today, fuck today
Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay
Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay
Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay

Hey, fuck today, hey, fuck today
Hey, fuck today, hey, fuck today
Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay
Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay

[Reprise: Lil Wayne]
Sitting on my porch, sippin’ on Jim Bean
Read the newspaper, man, guess what I seen
Shit bad enough to make a grown man scream
And then I woke up, it's not a bad dream

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
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Fix My Hat[Verse 1]
Swagger in place, now let me get to it
I'm badder than your nigga and the niggas next to him
I do me, bitch, what are you doin'?
Teardrop Tune got you bitches boohooin'
Weezy F. Baby ga-ga-goo-gooin'
And girl, I swear, if you start chewin', I'm suin'
Ha ha, yeah, and to the paper I'm gluin'
And my trunk ain't big but big enough to fit you in
Have your people like "Where the hell you went?"
They find your ass with everything but movement
And money talks and I speak it fluent
And I keep them tools so don't be screwin' around
Uptown in this bitch like always
Young Money on the grind, no off-days
Young Money got cheese like Hog Heads
Now lay it down just like MJG and Ball said, yeah

[Bridge]
And I'm... I'm so hardbody
So... now I'm so hardbody
What you niggas wan' do?
That's a big difference from what you're gon' do, yeah
Haha, spotlight on you, yeah, haha

[Hook]
Hol' up, lemme fix my hat
Hol' up, hol' up, lemme fix my hat (Fix my hat)
Hol' up (Hol' up), lemme fix my hat
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, my hat, my hat
Hol' up (Hol' up), lemme fix my Gat
Hol' up (Hol' up, hol' up), lemme fix my Gat, my Gat
Hol' up, lemme fix my Gat
Hol' up, hol' up, lemme... Hehe!
[Verse 2]
My brother Marley G said, "You boys ain't shit
You can't name a bad bitch that the boy ain't with"
Same bad bitch that the boy came with
Same bad bitch that you boys can't get
I'll be goddamned if the Marl ain't hit
Take your girl and straight spoil that bitch
You know my niggas? Yeah, I give them all that bitch
Then drop her ass off and never call that bitch
Ya dig? My brother Mack Maine taught me that
I swear it's like the nigga wrote the game almanac
Dude! How could you even want her back?
And just in case I forget my name, I made her get it on her back, yeah

[Hook]
Well hol' up, lemme fix my hat
Hol' up, hol' up, lemme fix my hat (Fix my hat)
Hol' up, lemme fix my hat
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, my hat, my hat
Hol' up (Hol' up), lemme fix my Gat
Hol' up (Hol' up, hol' up), lemme fix my Gat, my Gat
Hol' up, lemme fix my Gat
Hol' up, hol' up, lemme... Hehe!

[Verse 3]
Hollygrove animal—come on, try to tame me
Tell your ma I'm bad, and tell your grandma I'm dangerous
Tell your pa he pussy, tell your brother he a bitch
I'm "On your mark, set, go"-running this shit
I'm thuggin' this bitch on some rock-and-roll shit
Need Calamine lotion, see, my pockets swole, bitch
And they wonder why I sing and changed all my outfits?
'Cause all y'all rappers ain't talkin' 'bout shit
I'ma ball out, bitch and, boy, I wish
All y'all assholes get off my dick, pause
New Orleans 'til I die
Secondline, secondline, tambourines in the sky, yeah!
[Hook]
Lemme fix my hat
Hol' up, hol' up, lemme fix my hat (Fix my hat)
Hol' up, lemme fix my hat
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, my hat, my hat
Hol' up (Hol' up), lemme fix my Gat
Hol' up (Hol' up, hol' up), lemme fix my Gat, my Gat
Hol' up, lemme fix my Gat
Hol' up, hol' up, lemme... Hehe!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Bye Bae[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Mic Check

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I'm on the highway
Music playin', phone on vibrate
Hoody followin' me, that's my big dog
Just in case some shit kick off, I got my big dog
Wifey callin' me, I answer, "Hi bae"
I said, "I'm joogin right now," she said, "Ok, I'll pray"
"You know I hate talkin' and drivin' on the highway"
"I love you"
"I love you too"
"Okay, bye bae"

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm goin' up, on a Sunday
I'm in L.I.V, here niggas with the "what" face
And all the niggas that I'm with, they bout that gun play
And all the bitches that I'm with ain't bout no foreplay
And all the niggas that I'm with, they in the drug trade
And all the chickens that we get, they come from Josè
A hundred dollars for a chopper, that's a throw away
Oh shit, lil mama she did swallow all my proteges
I'm on the highway to heaven, highway to heaven
Birds in the trunk, let 'em fly away to heaven
Highway to heaven, you just got a message
O-M-W, we gettin' off at your exit
I got
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I'm on the highway
My passenger is on parole and he can't violate
We watchin' out for all these snitches with that spygate
And all these thirsty bitches, I let 'em dehydrate
Yes Lord
Wifey callin' me, I answer, "Hi bae"
I said, "I'm joogin right now," she said, "Ok, I'll pray"
I said, "I'll be back soon, and call my goons if I'm late"
"I love you"
"I love you too"
"Okay, bye bae"

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I'm on the freeway
Wifey just text a nigga, "Be safe"
Chain on my neck look like a King K
Bettin' a hundred K on Green Bay
Okay, I'm murderin' this motherfuckin' freeway
You can get murdered on the mornin' of your b-day
I pulled the [Phantom] out this mornin', made the streets pay
My Benz and my Wraith startin' to feel betrayed
The feds stingin' like a motherfuckin' stingray
The money old, dead presidents startin' to decay
The money comin' right back, it's on replay
I'm bout to have some D'ussé with my filet
Yes Lord
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I'm on the highway
Tunechi playin', phone on vibrate
Ya, Hoody followin' me, that's my big dog
Just in case some shit start, I got my big dog
Wifey callin' me, I answer, "Hi bae"
I said, "I'm joogin right now," she said, "Ok, I'll pray"
"You know I hate talkin' and drivin' on the highway"
"I love you"
"I love you too"
"Okay, bye bae"

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
I got Hoody followin' me, that's my big dog
Just in case it kick off, I got my big dog

[Verse 3: HoodyBaby/ *Lil Wayne*]
The birds touchdown, bitch, I'm jumpin' on the highway
Comin' straight to ya, I've been waitin' for like five days
*Like five days*
I'm HoodyBaby, you can call me crazy
*Call me crazy*
I treat my plug just like Sanaa Lathan
Love, I gotta ball, move the work in Ferraris
Nothin' in my trunk, police officer, I'm sorry
Haha
Today was a good day
*Why?*
I got a hood full of good yay
Now I'm in the hood, with a hood full of good yay
Meetings in my mansion just the villas in the [?]
Gotta plug on white yay, I can get you ten yay
For the right price, I can even get you Kanye
*I got*
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I'm on the highway
Ya, invisible as fuck, I'm in the Hyundai
Ya, the chick I'm with, her trunk look like Beyonce's
If she stay down, she gon' be pickin' up some bridesmaids
Yes Lord
Hit it to the [?] and get her my way
Lord knows when I open this trunk them thing gon' fly away
Wifey know I hate talkin' and drivin' on the highway
"I love you"
"I love you too"
"Okay, bye bae"

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Highway to heaven, highway to heaven
Birds in the trunk, we let 'em fly away to heaven
Highway to heaven, highway to heaven
Birds in the trunk, we let 'em fly away to heaven
Got some birds in the trunk, and we drive to wherever
O-M-W, we gettin' off at your exit
I got

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I'm on the highway
I got Jeezy playin', phone on vibrate
Ya, [?] with me, that my big dog
Just in case some shit kick off, I got my big dog
Wifey callin' me, I answer, "Hi bae"
I say, "I'm joogin right now," she say, "Ok, I'll pray"
"You know I gotta pay attention on this highway"
"I love you"
"I love you too"
"Okay, bye bae"

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
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Smoke Session[Intro : Lil Wayne]
Damn I can't believe she left me like this
I mean I brought her to the airport but I can't believe she jumped on the plane and left me like this

[Verse 1 : Lil Wayne]
And I would leave but I had to take a minute in the smokin section
Tryin to let the pain ease
Watchin her plane leave
Trippin in the smoking section
Tryin to regain me
How can I get a grip when I lost my main squeeze
And now im stuck inside of an ashtray
Like a cigarette
But my heart pumps gasoline
And this she know
I just crashed and burned
Now here come the smoke

[Hook : Juliany]
Find me where u left me burnin in the smokin section
Up in smoke
Whats left u'll find it in the smokin section
Find me where u left me burnin in the smokin section
Up in smoke
Whats left u'll find it in the smokin section
[Verse 2 : Juliany]
I gave myself a hour to sit at the gate
I booked us yesterday flight 378
U think I gave him enough time to change my mind
I love him but I couldn't this time
I packed it all up in my two bags and one carry on
U would think I was sure but it feels so wrong
A piece of me is strayed over still with you
I guess ill smoke my last stuck wonderin what I should do

[Hook : Juliany]
Find me where u left me burnin in the smokin section
Up in smoke
Whats left u'll find it in the smokin section
Find me where u left me burnin in the smokin section
Up in smoke
Whats left u'll find it in the smokin section

Im like hold on whats up
Shorty what u goin for
She packed up
Dipped out
Now she left me all alone
Back up in the smokin section
Damn she got me really trippin
Weezy tell me what u sippin
I f**ked up on this situation
Please pass me a cigarette
My nerves back calm down
She always used to promise if she leave she'll be back around
I guess its sum things as a man that im missin
So at the end of the night u can find me in the smokin section
[Hook : Juliany]
Find me where u left me burnin in the smokin section
Up in smoke
Whats left u'll find it in the smokin section
Find me where u left me burnin in the smokin section
Up in smoke
What's left you'll find it in the smokin section1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Put Me In The GameIntro:
Yeah Baby
Young money, Cash Money
Get my EA sports on, ya know wat I'm talking bout?
Yea

Verse 1:
I got a bus like John Madden baby
We can go all around the world
I never talked to them boys that sat on them benches
I was in the game on fourth and inches
Coach put me in the game on fourth and inches
And I'ma leave them boys at the line of scrimmage
Yeah I see these boys all behind me winless
I ain't Mario Williams but I'm not defenseless
Wide receiver catching Hail Mary's I'm Christian
5 and out hydraul yes we stick shift
Coming with the quick hits, fast with instincts
Cornerbacks, safeties, I burn 'em like incense
On the field I'm daddy and the ball is my infant
I don't need too much support but I'm in love with the pigskin
All I really know how to do is win
Super bowl champ, Disney World, let the kids in
Hall of fame Wayne, I'm putting my dibs in
Catch me in the game on fourth and inches
Chorus:
I don't talk to 'em, I don't talk to 'em, I don't talk to 'em
I don't, I don't talk to them boys that sat on them benches
I was in the game on fourth and inches
Coach put me in the game on fourth and inches
Put me in the game on fourth and inches
Coach put me in the game on fourth and inches
And I'ma leave them boys at the line of scrimmage

Verse 2:
Uhh I am a New Orleans Saint, and to the Houston Texans I'd like to say thanks
Reggie Bush baby! Reggie Bush baby!
Drew Brees, Marques Colston, Sean Peyton
I'm relentless, I'm offensive, I'm expensive, like Tom Benson
Super dome it's going down it's high time boys
We second lining on the fifty yard line boys
Hey quarterback I'm gonna bust through your line boy
Your jersey says your last name, but you mine boy
I'm so fast before I leave I been gone
Okay you in the zone, I'm in the end zone
Where is your chinstrap? Why isn't it on?
'Cause if I hit you you gone have to strap yo chin on
See the score on the goal line, it's on
Fourth and inches as the crowd chants this song

Chorus:
I don't talk to 'em, I don't talk to 'em, I don't talk to 'em
I don't, I don't talk to them boys that sat on them benches
I was in the game on fourth and inches
Coach put me in the game on fourth and inches
Put me in the game on fourth and inches
Coach put me in the game on fourth and inches
And I'ma leave them boys at the line of scrimmage1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Talk That[Hook - T-Pain]
And I'mma talk, talk, talk, talk
And I'mma talk, talk, talk, talk
Now go and give me 50 because when I talk I spit and
If the haters keep hating, I'mma have to come and talk that shit

[Verse - Lil Wayne]
Happy ass Weezy, never in a bad mood
Boy I talk shit like I swallowed a bathroom
Girl give me vacuum, do it 'til her lips drool
The ice in your fridge never met a nigga this cool
Young money I’m richer than I used to be
I plant my seed in her garden now she root for me
Baby I’ma tell you truthfully:
I talk it and I do believe I walk it
Call me orthopedic Carter and I ought to be an author
Damn, man and I tell ya, it’d be a best seller
Tim on the beat and me Missy Elliot goes wherever
Ya dig?
You can ask the bank teller
But my money old like Nelson Mandela
Higher than a propeller
And baby I can show you better than acapella

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Pussy Niggaz[Lil Wayne]
Girl from Atlanta and she thicker than her mother
Like her mother, like my mother, and I love her like my mother
Say wussuper like I come from the Bay
But I come from the game where we dont play
504 NOLA,Everyday
Fuck what you say is what chu do
And I do it big,Bigger than you
Try humong,Dont forget da u s
Best flow goin,And everybody know it
I sip syrup and show the pinky ring as I pour it
Just like a poet I wear glasses and the hat
But you dont want me to go back to wearing masks and a gat
I ain't dancing in the back cause in my pants there is a mack
So if you wanna dance with me you gonna be dancing with the mack
And it moves to its own beat,BratBratBratBapdatdedat BratBratBratdedatyBapdedadydatdat BratBratBrat BratBratBratbapbddddd bdddditlle blahadplahadaghayagagaga bedalatbedlatbedle dat dat
Den splat,Ewww
I'm right back at ya just like that
Just like I left sumthin,Weezy F sumthin that you ain't
Like paint Im up on your girlfriend wall
And boy you pussy like your girlfriend draws
Ooh, Im hot, look at summer in the face
And you can count on me like I got numbers on my face
9 on my hip,Yea I got numbers on my waist
And if your girl is a veggie,I put cucumber in her face
Cause DJ on the beat,Lil Weezy with the heat
Forget Shaquille O'Neal I think that D.Wade need me
Man I just went so hard and I dont even know what this song is called
But chu know how niggas say dey ripped it?
Well I just ripped it all
[Jae Millz]
I said good morning america
Goodnight to the bullshit
Fuck a one shot deal i gotta full clip
Haha. So even if I miss with the first one. I got 15 more to get the work done
I smoke L's til every part of the perp done. Boss man, tell them boys I had a dudes, murked son. damit id hate to get valid?
I’d rather be fucking on a south American island, bad chick, grindin on my dick for first count. My great American scream machine got a shout, fuck niggas in the street, I don’t know the count, and when you getting money while I give a fuck about them
See back in the day I used to really give a fuck about what they say
Now I can give a fuck about what they say
Cause im fucking every day and everyday…1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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South Muzik[Intro]
Shout out to my nigga DJ Drama man
You know you killing the mixtape game right now man
Niggas can't fuck with my homie
Homie gettin' the cover of magazines
Homie's well known everywhere
And you know if you gon' do a mixtape you gotta go through Drama
That's just how it go man
Respect my nigga 'cause I respect my nigga
And I fucks with him man
Y'all look out for the fuckin, official Gangsta Grillz album comin
You know Imma be on that thang doing what I do best, man
Weezy F. Baby please say the baby
If you don't your bitch will

[DJ Drama]
See we did the first Dedication before disaster
I see now why we named it that, obviously it was a reason
Dedication 2
For those not with us no more, we dedicate this to them

[Verse 1]
My name Wayne and I came to party
My watch an Icee and my chain a Frostee
Them bitches like me, but they mayne's is salty
I ain't on strike three, but his brains'll cost me
I'mma chill, like waitin for the doctor
I'm awaitin for the proper head doctor hey
I need a check up, and mami tellin me her man need to step up
I'm like, say no more 'cause there's the door
And my niggas like I ain't tryin' hate on yours
I'm like boy I don't save no whore, oh no
I'm too small to go against the cold
So I grab me a freak and be like, let's roll
Cause after the afterparty is the muhfuckin bachelor party
That's what's up, master suite master me
And we be "ungh" all night like Master P yeah
[Verse 2]
My name Wayne and I came from money
I gotta pretty bitch wit me, but her brains is ugly
Got a city bitch wit me, but her brains is country
Yeah a silly bitch wit me, man her brains is dummy
Be smart I'll take the brains of dummies
That desert eagle new, workout plan, brain then tummy
I ain't got no umbrella and it's rainin' money
I'm dumb better than these lames that's stuntin
I run better like, Corey Dillion for the New England Pats
They like, no he didn't get that new Bentley black and white
Sure he did, no kiddin', know he kitted it
Know he told the dealer make sure there's no equivalent
So that makes this a one of one
That means none before it, none to come
Young money but the money ain't young neither's the night
What are you drinkin' make it a double you in trouble OH

[Verse 3]
My name wayne and I came to rock
I come a long way from turnin' cocaine to rock
And like the song say get, getcha ass on up
But her thong say pull me down or to the side
And I go and say, sweetie can you open up your walkway
Bet I run up and down your hallway all day shit
Ain't nothin like a hard day menage
I call it three the hard way, Ohhh
Hollygrove hard case, star face Scarface
Very similar to my pa face, I'm particular bout my court case
I ride fly, look out the window you saw space
I ride high, my interior tye die, I'm so superior
You lookin' at Cash Money's interior you hearin' me
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Can’t Miss(Intro)
Consider this Evil Empire thing as a threat
Evil Empire

(Hook, Lil Wayne)
I don't need no hook for this shit
I'm just tryina hit it-hit it like I can't miss
Shawty I don't need no hook for this shit
I'm just tryina hit it-hit it like I can't
And I don't need no hook for this shit
I'm just tryina hit it-hit it like I can't miss
Shawty I don't need no hook for this shit
I'm just tryina hit it-hit it like I can't

(Evil Empire)

(Verse 1, Lil Wayne)
Ah-ah-ah-ahem
Ah-ah-ah-ahem
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah hahaha
Ok now shawty take yo clothes off
And I'mma hit it-I'ma hit it 'til we dose off
And when we wake up, I'mma hit it 'til we dose off
She say her pussy isn't stoppin
I'm like, if that's the case, I'mma beat it like Johnny Cochran
I'm a rocket like Houston, I'm leanin
Ain't nothin between me and you, but this bikini
Now can it I take it off ya?
Rub my tongue across ya
I do it so right, she call me an author
But I am just a Carter
Yeah, I'm just a Carter
Straight to the powder
Yeah, that's what I brought her
Man I swear, I'mma make her cheer like victory
Shawty shawty, you can get speared like Brittany, literally
(Hook, Lil Wayne)
And I don't need no hook for this shit
I'm just tryina hit it-hit it like I can't miss
Shawty I don't need no hook for this shit
I'm just tryina hit it-hit it like I can't1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Forever WinningIf not us then who
Leggo

[Refrain]
Young Money we the hardest team
Forever winning bitch
We on our Charlie Sheen
Make that ass jump
Girl do your damn thing
We bout that life
And them niggas ain't about a damn thing

[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
Okay, they say time is money and most say life is short
So I chase my dollar signs and let that bullshit walk
You in that bullshit
You might as well walk
I’m in the air first class
Pound key, can't talk sorry
Look in my eyes and you gonna see its a real nigga
No deck of cards nigga
I'll deal with you
I talk to the ghost of James Brown
It was a man's world then and its a man's world now
If you a fake nigga before then you a fake nigga now
Nothing change, same song
Same lyrics, same sound
Same shit different day
New problems every day
That revolver got that bang
That automaty just spray
Fuck games I don't play
Unless it's NBA 2k
Or that Madden
I ain't laughing
You next to pay
That's just Jae
Jae don’t think
Jae just go H.A.M
Before you could blink
You go get a drink
She wink next thing I know she's bent over my sink
Millz
[Refrain]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
It's Lil Tunechi
I ain't on shit, I was born Wayne
Wish I was born rich
Millz what it do
Where them New York bitches
If these walls could talk
I hope they talk business
And I got my money right
And since my money right
I can get some kidnappers
To go kidnap your son and wife
I dont pack a gun or knife
I pack a checkbook
And I just point guard
Russel Westbrook
On the real nigga
The clips got curves
That's sex appeal nigga
I’m extra ill, you
Pay the medical bill nigga
We masked up like there
Was a chemical spill nigga
Fuck with me e-y-e
Be damn if you will nigga
When we rolling we pop you
Like an extra pill nigga
Shoot to kill nigga
The truth will kill niggas
One time for Harlem
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Showtime[Intro]
No Ceilings
Mannie Fresh on the beat
Fuck them foes up

[Verse]
Tell my bitches it’s show time, tell my niggas it’s go time
Sipping lean, I’m on a slow time, choking off the weed like it’s a bowtie
Shoot your ass up in no time, and all my shooters gon’ cosign
And all you haters get paid no mind, money talks, I told it speak your mind
All my niggas for-lifers, and all my bitches one-nighters
And all my hoes curvaceous, and all their clothes are enticing
None of my bitches got prices, none of my niggas got licenses
I’m on my 56 Nights shit, I fuck with that Future like psychics
I’m in the suite eating snow crab, I’m in the street like the dope man
We do drive-bys in Mopeds, smoke strong like Popeye, Conan
I beat the pussy up, I just throat jab, I got her legs in the air, that’s a toe grab
I make the bitch call me Macho Man, I’m sipping on lean bumping Slow Jamz, hey
Tell my niggas it’s show time, tell my niggas it’s show time
Sipping lean, I’m on a slow time, choking off the weed like it’s a bowtie
Lights, camera, action, got a nice tasty fashion
Got some nice tasting bitches, and I like tasting bitches
And I like taking money, I don’t like taking pictures
But I like naked pictures, I saw your wife’s naked pictures
I saw your homies with the cops, and I don’t like snakes and snitches
You know it’s lonely at the top, it’s just me, kites, planes, and pigeons (hi neighbor)
It’s just me, life, rags, and riches, I didn’t have a pot or pan to piss in
Now I’m like Ice Man, I’m chilling, laying on white sand, she sniffing
Laying on satin sheets, I’m comfy, I came from the backstreets, that’s bumpy
Now I’m like Wall Street with money, and bitch don’t call me for nothing with your broke ass
Tell my niggas it’s show time, tell my bitches it’s show time
Sipping lean, I’m on a slow time, choking off the weed like it’s a bowtie
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action
My bitch like the camera action, just like Pamela Anderson, ohh
I tell my bitches it’s show time, I tell my niggas it’s show time
And all my niggas gon’ throw signs, we gangbanging nigga, fuck your side
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action
I’m the main attraction, my bitch sexy and attractive
My bitch sexy and attractive, fancy, flexible, elastic
We have sex while we in traffic, we have sex then re-enact it
She take X and she do acid, she took X amount of classes
My bitch classy and she ratchet, sassy and nasty, and romantic
My bitch sexy and attractive, she'll collect the [?]
And she healthy and she sweet, I eat it like vegetables and candy
My bitch sexy and she crafty, my bitch sexy wearing glasses
My bitch sexy wearing khakis, my bitch never wearing panties, no
Tell my bitches it’s show time, tell my niggas it’s show time
Tell them niggas we lit, lit like the Apollo sign
Getting money and getting so high, Versace shades, that’s 4 eyes
She suck the dick till her throat tired, I fuck the bitch till we both tired
My bitch look like Kiki Shepard, your bitch look like a German Shepard
Got 2 hoes with me, salt and pepper, and you can’t have salt without pepper
Took them to my spot like a leopard, I fucked them soon as they stepped in
Your niggas ain’t goons, they yes men, these niggas ain’t Tune, I’m special, lord
I told my niggas it’s show time, and we ain’t finished, we need more time
I just want some ass and a blowjob, my bitch want an ass and a nose job
I spent some bands on a bowtie, I give her bands, tell her “go shopping”
I need my check from my old job, I need my check from my old job
Watch out lil bitch or get clotheslined, I say “take off your clothes,” she say “sure, fine”
They say my mind is a goldmine, I say “no shit,” I say “no lie”
I’m on my shit, in control slime, I’m on my shit, I control mine
I told my bitches it’s show time, I told my niggas it’s show time
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action
I’m the main attraction, my bitch sexy and attractive
My bitch sexy and attractive, my bitch sexy and attractive
She say I’m sexy and I’m handsome, I got a Jet Ski and a Phantom
I got a condo and a mansion, I got a main hoe and companion
I got a plain hoe and a dancer, I got a lame hoe and a fast one
Imma finesse and pull a fast one, I got connects from here to NASA
Got a direct line on Jigga, but I don’t text or harass him
But when I do holler at him, it ain’t never about you rappers
Cuz y’all just rap about shit you never did and shit that’s never about to happen
And I’m so tired of these lil dudes, excuse me if I start napping
And then my 3 wishes was granted and that was lights, camera, action, I’m gone
[Outro]
Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action
No Ceilings
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I’m a Motherfuckin’ Menace[Verse 1]

Who?
Weezy baby, baby im crazy yeah
Makin a statement, feel these phrases, bitch
Hear these shots, get the fuck out of here
Low sea level nigga, get your diving gear, yeah
Okay we rocking like a mother fucking quarter in a crackhouse
Kitchen, when its finished I'mma pitch it
I'm a motherfucking chemist I'm a motherfucking menace
I'm a motherfucking dentist, knock your teeth out, fuck nigga
Quarterback, run and shoot, hood nigga shush nigga
The hamburger is tough nigga
You lunch nigga
You get the double deluxe nigga
Thank you very much
Turn a nigga head to mush
That uzi turn your body to a smoothie, slush
Them pussies ain't fucking with us
Them niggas just fucking it up
But I'm laid back, back of the club
Tuss in the cup, tuss in the blunt
Gun in the gut, stunt if you want
Play if you may, try if you like to fly
I put wings on you, and shoot you out the sky
Niggas scared of money, see the chrome outside
Do the homicide, we got the chromers out
Known to ride bonafide on the rise
That corner mine, Eagle street all the time
And bitch niggas don't apply
Naw player call yourself a tiremark
Make a nigga drive way up the sidewalk
Your people paint the concrete red
Blood bath, turn the grass to a water bed(Splash!)
Harder head make a soft-ass, my father said
Short life, faster money sound like honey(Sweet!)
I made it past twenty, I'm an old man
A dead man walking, kill me if you can
Damn, but you the president man
Well I guess I'm a dead president man
Yeah I'm just money, baby trust me
Bet on me, go with me
Man the chance is looking chubby
And we dancing on your grave when you dead boy
2-step, juke juke, I'm a made boy
I'm a made boy, no I'm a made man
I give 'em heead nods, I don't shake hands
Don't take it personal, its part of my position
I feel all police is pussies, baby send me my petition
Fuck 'em! (What you think?)
Yeah that's what I said, an double fuck the FED's
Now what's trouble to a troubled child?
Nothing. what's murder to a murderer?
A thing. get it? it ain't nothing but a thing
Everybody got to lose this, ain't nothing but the game
Yeah an this ain't nothing but them real verses
And if you listening to this, then you a a real person
I got kicked but I'm still lurking, still searching
Got a fetish for desert, squirt like the middle of a jelly doughnut
Off my back wit my pump make his belly gross up
I'm right handed, his right side swoll up
No homo, but my dick couldn't fill his hole up
Niggas hold up, tell them niggas wait
Man get off my dick, nigga just ask your bitch
Niggas hold up tell them bitches wait
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Dead Bodies[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Young Mula Baby
Money on my mind
(what the) fuck a nigga thought?
He ain't even thank
He didn't even see me with the pistol in the shade
Walked up to him put the pistol to his tank
Pussy nigga faint
Pick that pussy up
Naw let him lay
Where I'm from we see a fuckin dead body everyday [x3]
Hammer in the draws
Hammer in drawers
And ya'll ain't nothin but nails in the wall
Posters, holsters
Empty like a muthafucka
Off my hip, clip empty like a muthfucka
Hehe, ok simply I'm a bug- lover
It's fly carter, duckin the fly swatter
Simply, I'm a muhfucka
Pimpin' ain't dead, because I'm pimpin like a muhfucka

Now where ya ho at?
Wipe ya feet on the door mat
I'm a bring in, no back
Like em to go with no back
I'm a-go forward, the top can get lower, them hoes 'gon get cut
Like a sword, I know it
You ain't gotta tell me
I already smell it
You pussy niggas eatin' peanut butter and jellys
Ya los' like angeles
But you can find me in the white tan Ellis
Just like Van Halen
I'm a rock out bitch
I'm a wear that Glock like a fucking outfit
I don't care what you know
You ain't no nothin' 'bout this
And I hope your ass choke when you suck my dick
[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Ok, I’m strapped up
Im strapped up, downtown many acts straight jackets ain’t strapped up
And scrappin we could do, see scrappin what we do
And I’m like let me at em! Call me Scrappy Doo
Hazardous to scrap with you I ain't lookin stupid
You beat me? Too bad, bitch, I’m comin back shootin!
Fool I’m a fool, I do what I do
It’s like fixing broke cars, which tools i'mma use?
Tha Tech or the Uz, the Mac or the Rug
Catch you when it’s just you, You’re like “it wasn’t just you!”
I guess i’m just to real for niggas to adjust to
Fuck me? Naw bend over nigga, fuck you
See I know what’s what, who’s who, and who is you
Move you lose you move an inch and more ligaments that you could lose
I’ll put you on the 10 O'clock news
One, two, buckle ya shoes
Here come the Kid who
Ooo gloves Uz will fill up your old wounds
Dudes using more tools than Tim from Home Improve
Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes
Don’t play with him cuz shoot he’ll shoot
I’m loose as a goose on that goose with them hoes
I’m playin duck duck goose, boy I’m slick like mouse
I’m tha truth not a fluke I’m a murderer, Fuck you!
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Blood Klot[Intro]
What the blood klot?
What the blood klot?
Imma rude boy, with me dreadlock
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Imma rude, badman shotta

[Verse 1]
What the blood klot?
What the blood klot?
Imma rude boy, with me dreadlock
Imma bad boy, Imma 2Pac
Choppa choppin half off like a coupon
Imma lil nigga, please do not, feel froggy, cuz if you high
Imma boom bap bap, with the oowap bap
You ain't know we call the uzi the oowap
I dont do cops, I dont do wap
I dont do bitches, that act bourgeois
Excuse my french, I just do moi
But she do coke, she do molly, she do moonrock
Yeah..

[Bridge]
Amen, Hallelujah
Weezy threw a snitch off the rooftop, bye
Convertibles, I dont do tops
I dont do carlots, I do the dupont
Balling and what not
Bitch I've been ballin since the hook shot
When I saw my first mil' I ain't look shocked
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop

[Hook]
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi rude boy, bad man hear my shotta

[Verse 2]
What the blood klot?
What the blood klot?
Im in the two-door Benz Coupe with the bug eyes
Im in the two-door Benz Coupe, bumpin Thug Life
Im in a two cup congregration sippin mud slides (pour up)
211s at night, 187s broad daylight
Catch you at a red light, make it yo grave sight (bap bap)
Guns clappin so loud, give you stage fright
Banana clips look like a banana in a tail-pipe
And niggas in wheelchairs is half-dead
Niggas with real money is in the feds
They just ran in my house last week
Damn, I wasn't home I was in the streets
I ain't never home, I be in the streets
A money hound, giving hoes the runaround
It been fuck the world, it wanna cuddle now
I ain't fucking with them niggas cuz they funny style
I ain't fucking with them niggas cuz they funny style
I ain't fucking with them niggas cuz they funny style
100 pounds in the trunk, drove a 100 mile
Make a deal we drop it off and then we turn around
Hunt you down, take your shit and then we gun you down
I fix your frown, leave my footprints on your stomping ground
I feel my high coming down, roll another ounce
Hate when my hoes come in town unannounced
[Bridge]
I got my own ups and downs
You lil niggas dont do shit but make my stomach growl
Take a shower with your bitch and let her rub me down
She say you tiny but that dick looks like it muclebound
Give me the pussy, tear it up and down
Doing circles in the pussy I dont fuck around
Crash dummies better dumb it down
Better buckle up and stay buckled down
Smoking on the loud and we love the sound
Yeah, sweet as Gil Scott
Yeah, looking like guwap
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop

[Hook]
When the hook drop
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi badman, rude boy, Imma shotta
Blowup


[Outro]
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi badman, rude boy, Imma shotta
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi badman, rude boy, Imma shotta
Blowup
Ouuwee... Mula baby..

What the blood klot?
What the blood klot?
Imma rude boy, with me dreadlock
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Imma rude, badman shotta

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I’m The Truth[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Bitch I'm the truth! and I would I lie?
I walk up in this bitch like a pilot I'm fly (I'm Fly!)
Hello and bye-bye
I leave ya'll ass in the past like tie-dye (heheh)
3 blunts and a mai-tai
And I am so well connected like Wi-Fi (Haheh)
Me real dread dem dey sci-fi
And I murder Bill Nuy The science Guy

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

I! Do what I do and I do it well
I'm a OG bitch! Can't you spell?
Fuck wrong witch ya'll?
I ain't Marvin Gay, but I can get it on witch ya'll!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Yea
When I rap my nigga it's so eassyy
That girl so thick she remind me of Suziee
I'm cool but heater like a jacuzi
I'm the size of a mountain so bitch you can't movve me!
Look homie you not even on my level
When it comes to battle MC's son I kill several
I get more blow than a tea kettle
Tell your girl come and suck my dick and than we settle
[Hook: Lil Wayne]

I do what I do and I do it well
I'm a OG bitch can't you spell? (Ha!)
Fuck wrong witch ya'll?
I ain't Marvin Gay, but I can get it on witch ya'll (Yea!)

Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Microphone Ch-ecker no liquor (Ow!)
Just pain killers and prometha - young echas! (Heh)
Jumpin' the gas like checkers you can't check us
Or we all in your face like freckles - trunk speckle
Big shark talk I swim when and wheneva
I walk with a fork in my poket salt and pepper
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
And if you don't believe me than leave me be (Haha!)

[Hook 2: Lil Wayne]

I am not human I am just an illusion
Organized confusion amusing (Ha!)
I am not losing I am one of the chosen
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Ballin[Intro: DJ Raj Smoove]
Young Money
Volume 1
This is Lil Weezy Ana
Best Rapper Alive, Weezy F
Greatest DJ in the world, Raj Smoove
Let's go!

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans)
Sellin iron all the time, and you know this
We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans)
Sellin iron all the time, and you know this

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Look, back out the garage in the hog
And you know I redo the insides like the morgue
Look, back out the garage in the hog
And you know I redo the insides like the morgue
Look, back out the garage in the hog
And you know I redo the insides like the morgue

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
The coupe blue like the ‘do on Marge
Ridin with a bitch prettier than a Debarge
Mommy want a soldier, baby I’m a Sarge
You can’t have me but we can have a menage (that’s 3)
Now rub me wrong and fuck up my massage
And it’s flowers for the dead, better get em a corsage
Yeeaa, head nigga in large
And everything I do, I San Diego Charge
While you niggas just starve
I’m eating so much I'mma fuck around and barf
And, red is the color of my scarf (B's up)
And understand – to a giant, you’re a dwarf
My flow’s throwed off
I’m so sick all I got to do is cough
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans)
Sellin iron all the time, and you know this
We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans)
Sellin iron all the time, and you know this

[Verse 2: Raw Dizzy]
Bitch I come from the bottom of the map
New Orleans, Louisiana, we love to pack gats
We love to count stacks, we love to pump back
I love killing the track; me, Wayne, Ronny, and Mac
That’s some Hollygrove shit, yeah
And I'mma bang it in your ear until you get it clear
You heard that? That’s my word, and I meant that
Don’t tempt me, I leave ya bent up in your Bentley
Believe me

[Verse 3: Ronny]
Yeah it’s Ronny, back in the game
Straight off the block, back in the game
Now run, tell you heard me rapping with Wayne
Run, tell you heard me rapping insane
Yea, I’m off in this bitch, puffing drogas in this bitch (bitch)
I’m leaning in this bitch, we got freaks in this bitch
We deep in this bitch
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans)
Sellin iron all the time, and you know this
We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans)
Sellin iron all the time, and you know this

[Verse 4: Mack Maine]
I got a thing for them big trucks
Big, fine bitches with good jug and big butts
5, 4 mommies with nice head and fake tits
That don’t get loose off Goose and probably act up
5, 7 bitches with bowlegs that take dick
All they really need is like two pills and 6 blunts
Wake up in the morning and count money and make grits
She don’t really know no English so we don’t say shit
(Mack Maine) Yeah, Wayne said let it rain on them (I did)
Mother nature with the paper, doing a Mack Maine on em
Like, there go 1000, like swoosh
Like, there go 2000... (ballin)
Now shake that ass like you can’t
Pay your cable bill and you tryna watch the Saints
On the 60 inch Hitachi, living like Liberace
Sporting the latest Versace, shotty and Maseratis
Dodging the paparazzi, AC cold like the heart of Nazis
This here a classic like old school Hirachis
Then get your grill cooked like it was Hibachi
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Over Here[Intro/Hook]
We pimpin' over here
Yall simpin' over there
Yall bitches over here
Yall trippin over there

[Bridge 1]
Better keep that over there (4x)
You
Better keep that over there (2x)
You
Better keep that, better keep that (2x)
Hey, hey, because

[Hook]

[Bridge 2]
Better keep that over there
Better keep that over there
Better keep that, better keep that

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Well, I'm young Weezy F. Baby
Fuck a ho, cut a ho
Only if she can cut the coke
Let's fucking go, it's Hollygrove
Bussin' straight through the fucking do'
You fucking know them calicoes
They go blucka blucka
You better have a vest baby
Only if I don't shoot to low
Make your chest do the Tootsee Roll
Turn your face to a pussy hole
Turn my bullets to dicks
And I'm making love to your shit, like a bitch
And I bet that you gone love my sex baby
Now say my name like Beyonce
They ain't fuckin' with me, I say
Holla at ya boy, bitch holla at yo' nigga
Now show love, don't be shady
And please say the...
[Hook 2x]
We pimpin' over here
Yall simpin' over there
Yall bitches over here
Yall trippin over there

[Bridge 3]
Better keep that over there (4x)
You
Better keep that over there
You
Better keep that, better keep that
Better keep that over there

[Verse 2: Boo]
Young Money motha fucka
Black 'Lac, hopping out me and Spitta
He puffing on that dro, I'm sipping that hard liquor
Stop thinking you hard nigga
Cause I'll show you different
Keep, running your mouth
Boo will have your ass missing
I got your bitch kissing right under my waistline
Got a lot of dreams, but pimping I never chase mine
This G strolling, heck to the cops, loaded
Pushing that new Rover, still copping the cola
Whipping that with soda
You looking at a Young Money soldier
Chi high roller
Big dough folder, big lead holder
Shampoo bullets that hit heads and shoulders
[Hook 2x]

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I Feel Like Fuckin Something[Repeat 2X]
Do it
Do it, now, now, uh do it now
Now, now uh do it now gul

[Verse 1: Wayne]
Hot Boy Baby, stop for a woman with her clothes off
Get hed, then doze off
This bed is so soft, this dick is so hard
End all the bullshit as soon as I pull it out
Then I put it, push it, in and out
That's that good shit, that gushy, I work them out yea
She said her guy can't satisfy her
Now she cumma cumma cumma cumma cumma chameleon
She comes and gooooes, my ho
And I love her, love her, love her, I love her, I really do
But I don't hook or handcuff her, that's not somethin' I do, yea

[Hook: 2X]
Reel: I feel like fuckin' somethin', I feel like fuckin' somethin'
Wayne: I'mma step to the girl, I'mma let her know my name
She gon' look at her girlfriend like bitch I'mma leave you, yep!

[Verse 2]
I don't want no problems, I just wanna fix that problem
If your problem be that nigga, mama, I will be that nigga
You should have yourself a drink, I get through and
Your girls about to go peace, I get you in
The V.I.P. with me, now talk to your girls, V-I-P I be
Cause I do it, large
IPod, the coolet muthafucka that you prolly ever saw
To the bar we spar, lovetaps, later on we turn that to war, yea
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
OK ma, I hear you sayin' I can hit, that's good
Wat about this nigga I'm with? he good
That's my nigga Trill Reel, Reel show her wat you do...
That's how me move so, baby lets move slow
Mami that's too slow, keep up with the groove
We gon' get to wrestlin', messin' with your breasts
Since you come through in a dress, now I'm undoin' your dress
Yea, I got my 1,2, my 1,2 in effect
I'm the young dude, that's sprung, you come through and get wet
And yes I..know I..ease 'em when I please 'em
The people downtown never want me to leave 'em
Ohhh

[Hook]

Do it
I said do itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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After Disaster[Intro]
Lil Wayne: yea
Juelz Santana: uhh uhh uhh uhh
Lil Wayne: yea
Juelz Santana: I can't feel my face, yea, I make the sound so beautiful, u did
Lil Wayne: yea, I no, elz talk to them

[Hook 2x]
When the levees broke
When the planes hit
What's going on my nigga
You know the same shit
After Katrina, after the towers
We holds our heads high after disaster

[Hook]
When the levees broke
When the planes hit
What's going on my nigga, the same shit
After Katrina, after the towers
We holds our heads high after disaster


[verse 1]
They couldn't kill me holla if u feel me
Hurricane Katrina victim in the building
Okay, day time soldier, night time rider
911 survivor, yeah I feel you
And who am I to try to keep hope alive
When I'm seeing dead babies floating by
Damn, burning buildings, flamed up
They couldn't take da heat so they jumped
Man, they want to want to transform the streets we grew up on
A deck of cards with no aces: luck gone
Uhh, tower 1 fell, tower 2 fell
Now everybody screwed like loose nails
I'm like what are we to do with a house with no roof
Look up and pray to whose above you
God, yeeup, now just look in your seat
Black people, white people, all covered in debris, yeaah

[Hook]
When the levees broke
When the planes hit
What's going on my nigga
You know the same shit
After Katrina, after the towers
We holds our heads high after disaster

When the levees broke
When the planes hit
What's going on my nigga, the same shit
After Katrina, after the towers
We holds our heads high after disaster

[verse 2]
Try to keep our head up, and not get fed up (nope)
But it seems like they won't let us live
Yea, and I was told that life ain't shit and this world ain't neither
This is why I scream fuck the world not the people (nope)
Yes, but in the belly of the beast
People get swallowed like meat, eat
And your president was lying while my people was dying
In the helicopter flying looking down reading signs
Help! SOS, somebody save us
Ten dead inside, where our savior
And, I've seen tragedy I've looked it in the eye
Hate being at my lowest so I choose to get high
High, so high, that my name should be sky
It's a bird, it's a plane, no it's I
Yea, I holla five on four till they bury me man
I'm the father of New Orleans and I'm a family man
You heard me
[Hook]
When the levees broke
When the planes hit
What's going on my nigga
You know the same shit
After Katrina, after the towers
We holds our heads high after disaster

When the levees broke
When the planes hit
What's going on my nigga, the same shit
After Katrina, after the towers
We holds our heads high after disaster

Now, if I should die before my time, Lord
Take care of Jew Jew and his mom (please)
Take care of little Jah (please)
Take care all the kids (please)
'Cause through us they live
Yeah, lord please keep your eyes on me
And if I die, I pray my soul you keep
And I don't want this world to kill me, but I'm getting so weak
I can't take much more, I just want to be free
Free, they said they knew there was a problem with the levees, and they did nothing (nothing)
Clinton approved the money, and Bush did nothing (nothing)
So, Katrina hit, and three days later, Fema just comin'
I'm feeling like what the hell is really goin' on
Planes into buildings, what's next King Kong?
I wish we didn't even have a reason for this song (but we do) Moment of silence for the people that's gone (Shhhhh)
To those restin' in peace, those dead and deceased, soon again we meet (soon)
Or 'til I'm high and drunk and my car swerves off road, haa
I'll meet you at the crossroads
Lord, please keep your eyes on me
And if I die, I pray my soul you keep
And i don't want this world to kill me, but I'm getting so weak
I can't take much more, I just wanna be free
[Hook]
When the levees broke
When the planes hit
What's going on my nigga
You know the same shit
After Katrina, after the towers
We holds our heads high after disaster

When the levees broke
When the planes hit
What's going on my nigga, the same shit
After Katrina, after the towers
We holds our heads high after disasterEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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You NastyFive Foot Six, Nice Size Dick
Long Ass Hair You Could Pull My Shit
I Don't 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 Won't?
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! I'm 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
I'll 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*ck 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 Ain't Really Into That
Just Tryina Put My Hand On Top Ya Head Like A Fitted Cap
Cause Your Feelin That
Shorty I Know You Is
Observe That No Clothes Sign
When You In My Crib
Yeah I Can't Let Em Get Past Me
I Cut That Camera On And Shorty Said- You Nasty
Hop In My Whip
Let's Ride
Let Me Feel Them Thighs
While You Smoke In This Sly
What? You Ain't Know That I Was Ballin
I'm True To The Game, Nah Ma no stalling
Baby Girl, We Just Met
I'm Just Tryna Get You Out That Dress
See What's Round My Neck
Know How That Rose Gold Glo
Know How That Platinum Shine
Bend On Over
Touch Them Toes
While I Hit It From Behind
Everything I Got Is Mine
No Time For Questions
Just Time For Sexxin
Let Me Grab Protection
Now It's On And Crackin
Pimpin, Mackin
What I'm Bout
Leave The Chick
Dig Her Out
Leave My Niggas Paper Out
Haaah!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Oh Boy Freestyle[Intro]
Oh baby, Oh Weezy
Yes 'sa (Weezy, Baby)

[Verse]
You know I'm Weezy Wee the - Boy
Apple and Eagle - Boy
Packin' them heaters - Boy
That's blocka - Oh Boy
And I'm back in the streets - Boy
My crack is fa' cheap - Boy
I got that - Boy Boy Boy Boy
I'm movin' in wit' my - Boy
We doing it - Oh Boy
I'm S.Quing it wit' my - Boy
SQAD UP - Oh Boy
You try us no (Boy) I'm the - Boy Boy
I come through in that toy on them alloys boy
Mami like boy, I move so quik
I'm the good dick boy, so slick..
.. boys so click wit' my - Boy
I'mma stick wit' my - Boy
That my - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Hey Maunderin' this young Wayne
Mami you know the game
You know ta give me brainz, til you make your boy range
Go try another - Boy
You gatta suck ya boy get a Mack
Not a man baby, +Ya Understand+ baby
See me the - Boy
Me and that fifi - Boy
Call us them fly - Boy
We high - Oh Boy
I, ride fa' my - Boy
An-twan you my - Boy
Hey we - Boy Boy Boy Boy
I'm that pistol pack - Boy
I'm back - Oh Boy
And this shit is a rap - Boy
I told ya - Oh Boy
Y'all all know the (Boy) Grove-a - Boy Boy
Ya, not from the Magnolia, but the bar Soljah
Y'al sippin' that Belvi - Boy
Step it up - Boy
Ya know whats in my cup (Boy) +Purple Stuff+ - Oh Boy
And ya wanna swallow ya - Boy
But tomorrow you can (Boy) halla at 'cha - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Yes, its the Cash Money - Boy
The Young Money - Boy
Fuck it I done it (Boy) 500 - Oh Boy
Aiy gimme ya bitch - Boy
I show you how ta (Boy) make her
Twerk-n-Work-n-breakin' them chips boy, you fuckin' wit' a sick boy
I feel it bubblin', I think I'm about ta shit boy
I need a hit of that light green sticky shit - Boy
Got me feelin' like - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Stupid bitch I'm the - Boy
The fire dont stop -Boy
I'm the only Hot - Boy
But I'm glad - Oh Boy
But I'm mad at 'cha (Boy) that - Boy Boy
Dont make a nigga bust a Mac at 'cha when I see ya
Ya need ta listen - Boy
I'm in the kitchen - Boy
Cookin' and Zippin' - Boy
2 for 1 - Oh Boy
Hey Juve fuck wit' ya - Boy
I won't fuck wit' ya (Boy) Fuck Ya - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Got a baby girl, not a - Boy
She a trip - Oh Boy
I love her thats all my - Boy
Sweet Nae' - Oh Boy
But ya mama played ya - Boy
Fuck my - Boy Boy Boy
She knows how it go, I'ont love them hoes (BIATCH)
I'm keepin' it gutta' - Boy
Gangstaz in my blood, Ima thug it til my hole is dug - Oh Boy
Boy I'm bustin' it for my - Boy
Who want it wit' the team (Boy) scream - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Who sayin' Weezy Wee, not a muh'fuckin' livin'
Lemme fuckin' live (Boy) I'm just muh'fuckin' pimpin'
The dub still dippin' (Boy) an I'm still smokin'
An as long as they still sniffin', I'm gifted
Aiy Aiy I'm not a lil' - Boy
Look at my fuckin' wheels, Check the size of my shoes
I'm ridin' on my heels boy
This shit is real - Boy
Fee (Boy) ya gatta feel ya - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Where my New Orleans East - Boy
Not the cops - Oh Boy
I mean a nice car - Boy
Thats them drops - Oh Boy
Them rat-a-tang-a-ring (Boy) bang - Boy Boy
Yea, I put it in a bullet go right inside of your hoody
Ya lookin' at the boy, ya hatin' on the boy, ya waitin' on the boy
July 2nd cocksucka, the Eagle block all the money man, SQAD Up-a
I'm the - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Weezy bitch, yuh yuh, weezy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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NFL[Intro: Gudda Gudda]
Yeah, back to the squad days
Sittin' on the corner of Benson (Whoo, whoo)

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Yeah, let's take it back to the squad days (Yeah)
Sittin' on the corner of Benson (Benson)
Smoke kickin' herb with my henchman (Henchman)
He tryna play games and we benched him (Blagh, blagh)
Scramble your egg with a biscuit (Blagh, blagh)
Pay me, don't pay me attention (Yeah)
I was 16, did I mention? (Yeah)
Trans Am was yellow like Simpson (Yo)
Make the tires spin like a helicopter (Skrrt)
Sticks sound like it's a helicopter (Blagh, blagh)
Gеt a room at the LaQuinta Inn (Yeah)
Ball hard with no timeout (Ha)
Now I'ma show you what thе grind 'bout (Juh)
Wavy baby, I don't wipe off (Yeah)
All-star, I don't try out (Juh)
Make the play, I don't strike out (Whoo)
Let me tell you something you don't know about (Whoo)
Me and Fee rode to Houston (Fee)
Came back with some jewelry (Juh)
And more green than a grower house (Whoo)
Pull up, meet me at the IHOP (Juh)
Hell, yeah, (Whoo) why not? (Juh)
Work stashed in a tight spot (Juh)
That's how I ball like Cyclops (Whoo, whoo)
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
(Whoo, whoo, whoo)
I think I play in the NFL (Baow)
And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah)
Don't mess with these women, that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo)
I think I play in the NFL (Baow)
And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah)
Don't mess with these women, that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo)
I think I play in the NFL
I think I play in the NFL (Baow)
I think I play in the NFL (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Take it back, SQ days
Mrs. Sharon house, Lex coupe days
Had red beams for blue rays
Had 'lotta green for a few greys
Big heads before blue heads
Had loose cannons, no loose threads
Always sharp as number-2 lead
Number one when it come to new meds
Tattoo tears, few shed
Had closed ears for the who said
Extra, extra, read all about it
Her legs spread, then the news spread
Got some goons up in Shrewsbury
Turn a grape head to a prune head
A snake head to a wound head
Some snake heads be two-headed
Got two guns for that type of shit
Ballin' like we at the Super Bowl
Scorin' touchdowns and just spike this shit
You know the other team, they don't like this shit
Tell 'em kick it off, nigga, here's the tip
Party 'cause we win it every year
Players can't respect better players
Ballin' like we in the NFL
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
(Whoo, whoo, whoo)
I think I play in the NFL (Baow)
And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah)
Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo)
I think I play in the NFL (Baow)
And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah)
Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo)
I think I play in the NFL
I think I play in the NFL (Baow)
I think I play in the NFL (Yeah)

[Verse 3: HoodyBaby]
I started off with a old Colt girl
Link up 'cause you so dope
Doughboy 'cause I sold dough
No suit, just a gold robe (Hello)
Nigga, who am I? Am I who?
All I know, nigga, I ain't you
I just do what I came to do
Don't follow me, just follow through
My main bitch tried to tie the knot
My side bitch a ringer too
I can teach you a thing or two
My full circle drug, ring a fool
It go left, left, pass (Ayy)
Automatic cash (Ayy)
Big booty bitch (Ayy)
Girl, I'm on your ass (Ayy)
All my bitches poppin', we pop up and pop a tag (Ayy)
Call me Hoodybaby, I'm the nigga with the bag
You got some junk in your trunk
Bitch, I'm takin' out the trash
Brr, hello?
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
(Whoo, whoo, whoo)
I think I play in the NFL (Baow)
And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah)
Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo)
I think I play in the NFL (Baow)
And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah)
Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo)
I think I play in the NFL
I think I play in the NFL (Baow)
I think I play in the NFL (Yeah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Different Girls[Intro]
Nu Jerzy Devil
Hahahah
Amy
Young Mula Baby (hahahha)
So many girls under the time
Weezy you ready?
Let's go

[Hook: Nu Jersey Devil (x4)]:
I'm a flirt
I'm a pro
I'm a Freak
I got a different girl everyday of the week

[Verse 1: Nu Jersey Devil]
I get it popping everyday I got a new chick
Booty Suzie going right with the white six
Lil Keshia love role play but I'm a beast
Looking at her body thinking, "boy I'm 'bout to feast"
I love women but shit I love money
Make it rain in the strip club like a dummy
I ain't got no game they know my story
Homie roll with game and he wear a lot of jewelry
You lazy women bore me your baby mama call me
Little pig fucker so they call me John Coffee
See a flock of women i'mma run through 'em softly
Don't know what you doing get your dirty mouth of me
I want a girl with a name like yummy!
Love giving brain till her nose gets runny!
I want a sunday to monday bunny!
Bring your own girl I dont care if she chubby!
[Hook: Nu Jersey Devil (x4)]:
I'm a flirt
I'm a pro
I'm a Freak
I got a different girl everyday of the week

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]:
I'm a blood I'm a roll I'm a G
In a different world outerspace with a freak
But that don't mean neptune on the beat
Cause it's Nu Jersey Devil from Blackwall street
Weezy f baby from young money baby
Like the easter bunny baby wanted my candy
So I gave her my lollipop then she made her body pop
Then that made me kinda hot
I'm lying that made me sauna hot
But please stop sweating me
Women scream "get in me"
And what do I do I get in it
I put on my boot and I step in it
Right left in them Mr. Eterceden head all the time
It may sound crazy but I got head on my mind
Lay it on the line or just lay it on carter
And yeah I hear you screaming but my name ain't harder
Hah! Girl I'm nasty I do my thing and they coming for me like lassie
[Hook: Nu Jersey Devil (x4)]:
I'm a flirt
I'm a pro
I'm a Freak
I got a different girl everyday of the week

[Verse 3: Nu Jersey Devil]:
I'm a flirt man I really don't care
I tell the women whatever they wanna hear
Mommy I'm balling I'm so sincere
Is that your home girl sitting right there
She can be my monday
You can be my tuesday
After shorty done I can squeeze ya'll in two days
Three is not a crowd I don't care what you say
My women come in twos like shoes with a cute face
My girl gotta girlfriend her girl gotta girlfriend
Bring her to the crib i'mma show you how run it through
Little man in the boat here come the serpeants
Slide your body down the pole and let me see you twerk it
I'm with my thursday junk she a real freek
A hundred grand fitting right up in her butt cheek
Mrs. Friday go weezy cause she's just running
But saturday be having Mr. devil so strugglingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Get Off the Corner[Verse 1]
The block is hot, the cops is swarmin a neighborhood heavy
While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin, with penitentiary chances
The dope roped up in the cup of their pants
Fiends flock like spazzes come get this candy
I got heroin in bundles, them Highland O's
Plus a cooked slab, chopped up, dimes is swoll
If I spot the law's comin', hey, it's time to roll
Candy Carter got a line of parole, out of control
The first fell a Tuesday this month oh sweet thang
Plus it's a sweet day, me next score for three days
One time they say what you mean, I gets the green
Break up the block like Maurice Green, ya feel me?
In my predicament I'm guilty until proven innocent
Hustle ridiculous, I'm tryin to get this dope continuos
Ball til I fall, one thing, I ain't tryin to fall
Want everybody numb like anbesol
But he heard

[Chorus]
Uh oh
There go them fuckin' po-po's
And if you know like I know
You better get off the corner
Uh oh
There go them fuckin' po-po's
And if you know like I know
You better get off the corner
Uh oh
There go them fuckin' po-po's
And if you know like I know
You better get off the corner
Uh oh
There go them fuckin' po-po's
And if you know like I know
You better get off the corner
[Verse 2]
I'm a young dog, wild and ecstatic, violent when passin
Hem gangstas doin time in a parishment, role models
And keep ya cup, we drink whole bottles, and cuss at niggas
Like fuck that nigga, I let my pump subtract niggas
You beef with me I guarantee your mams be missin
With a note behind demandin three chickens or she gets it
Do not twist it because lil man is trippin
They could have ya body in three different places
Ain't nothin gravy, but save it
Cause I'm a ride and hit the nigga street
Weezy go to war like Sadaam and Clinton disagree
While I'm shitty from the weed
Like were them bustas be
I promise ya never fuckin sleep, I clear the set
Come outside late at night to your surprise I'm here with Tec's
Two shots knock off the niggas necks, it's so realistic
So I hope ya get it, or else them shots poke ya fitted
Be on the block until them souljas hit it
That's when he heard....

[Chorus]
Blocka
Me come to tear your block up
If you don't want no problems
You better get off the corner
Blocka
Me come to tear your block up
If you don't want no problems
You better get off the corner
Blocka
Me come to tear your block up
If you don't want no problems
You better get off the corner
Blocka
Me come to tear your block up
If you don't want no problems
You better get off the corner
[Verse 3]
All right, I cook it, cut it, ship and move it
I make a livin in this crooked public distributin
Just take a peek around, the hood is floodin, shit is boomin
The hottest D in town lookin for me hit me Tuesday, like after six
See I crack the bricks right down to Z's
Got pounds of trees, my blocks blazin qp's to ki's
Gangin in the cheese, them bricks is comin
No droughts I don't sit on nothin
I don't believe I'm frontin
If I give you a dime, I leave with somethin
The big dog, Nigga I got the city under siege
And the law don't bother me, I give the pigs a couple of G's
Shit, I hustle strong to push this work through the streets
I'm tryin to deal with every nigga, and sell the birds up cheap
I'm greedy, if there's any money bein made from drugs I need it
Twenty bricks two weeks completed, you can't beat it
Whatever you want, holla at me when you need to get it
Does anybody else, I'll pay em a visit
That's when ya heard....

[Chorus]
Come here peeps
I'm hearin' that you run these streets
You don't want beef
Then get off the corner
Come here peeps
I'm hearin' that you run these streets
You don't want beef
Then get off the corner
Come here peeps
I'm hearin' that you run these streets
You don't want beef
Then get off the corner
Come here peeps
I'm hearin' that you run these streets
You don't want beef
Then get off the corner
Uh oh
There go them fuckin' po-po's
And if you know like I know
You better get off the corner
Blocka
Me come to tear your block up
If you don't want no problems
You better get off the corner
Come here peeps
I'm hearin' that you run these streets
You don't want beef
Then get off the corner
Come here peeps
I'm hearin' that you run these streets
You don't want beef
Then get off the corner
Uh oh
There go them fuckin' po-po's
And if you know like I know
You better get off the corner
Blocka
Me come to tear your block up
If you don't want no problems
You better get off the corner
Come here peeps
I'm hearin' that you run these streets
You don't want beef
Then get off the corner
Come here peeps
I'm hearin' that you run these streets
You don't want beef
Then get off the corner
[Outro]
Uh oh, you better get off the corner, skirt
Blocka, you better get off the corner
Come here, you better get off the corner
Get off the corner, Get off the corner
What, uh oh, get off the corner
What, uh oh, you better off the corner
What, uh oh, you better off the corner
What, uh oh, you better off the corner
Like dat, Get off the corner3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Nymphos[Lil' Wayne:]
Weezy Baby
Now I'm The Type of Nigga That Be Up In Tha Studio Faithfully
She Ain't Trippin She Wait For Me
I Tell Her When I Get A Break I'm A Break Her
Off So Courageously
I Got Dem Bangin Drums
She Got Dem Alicia Keyes
Ooh Girl Let's Make A Beat
Ooh Girl You Make Me Weak Like Every Time The Track Break
Make The Control Room Boom Like An 808
And If You Walk Your Thong Into This Vocal Booth I Can Guarantee I'm A Make This Song All About You
And You Know I Got Da Drank
You Know I Got Da Stank
It's Amazin How I Think But I Do So
And Every Time I Meet A Girl She Tell Me That She Sang And I Say I Gotta House With A Studio
I'm Jus Tryna Do My Thang Baby Video or Audio
Shawty I'm So Smooth I Go Errywhere That Water Go
Ooh So Bad, So Mean
Make Me Wrap Yo Ass UpLike A Hot 16
And I Promise You Ain't Wanna Hear Nobody Else Flow
Welcome To My Studio, You Gon Love My Studo

[2Pac:]
Now I could make miracles with tempos
It's instrumental
Waitin for the nymphos
That's the intro
Shook when ya rushed me
You walked up and touched me
Why? Do you want to f**k me?
Just cause I'm paid in the worst way... True
Lookin kinda good in your birthday suit
I wonder if your wild or ya act shy
Do you like to be on top or the back side?
Watch when you lick your lips, shake your hips
Goddamn, I love that shit
Now let's stop fake gimme real now
I got a room and a hard on, Still down?
Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes
Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes
When we head for my hideout, act right
Boss playa when I ride out, that's right
Oh Shit Baby Is A Dime Piece
More Than Just Fine
She's Personally Blessed From The Gods
If I Seen Her Right Now
She Could Get Me Hard
Didn't Wanna Talk To Me Just To See My Car
Never Had Sex With A Rich Rap Star
Til I Got Her In Theh Back Of My Homeboy's Car
Tell Me Why Do We Live This Way
Money Ova Biches Let Me Hear You Say
What's Yo Phone Number
Are You Alone?
Got A Pocket Full Of Rubbers Let's Bone
Time To Tell Ya Girlfriend To Take You Home
I Had Fun, But Baby Gotta Leave Me Alone
Picture In My Rhyme Take Time To Rewind These Ordinary Words I Say
If You Opening Ya Mouth
Bet In A Minute You'll Find It's Time
Let The Outlaws Play

[Ludacris:]
Ludacris can't hide or deny that I wanna get you down to them Vickie Seeecretsss
And your body I won't misguide mistreat or misleeeeead it
Hate it up, love it, they can't cut it, so strut it
Number one shaker, like Vick's vapor I wanna f**kin ruuuuuub it
Louisville slug it hit em with a right left, it's goooooone
Tell every last one of ya girls how good it was and it's gone be onnnnnn
Soul Train, more brain for meeeee
No pain, no gain, it's so plain to seee
They be like "I've been feelin kind of stressed can you blow my back out? "
And I'm like "Yea but don't trip if I happen to yank a track out"
When I get done it's smooth sailin once I pull that 'Lac out
Next destination I move forward like Jerry Stackhouse
And 1, have fun, when you chillin with Ludi
We'll slow grind to slow jams while I'm feelin yo booty
We'll hold hand and hold times when I'm up in that coochie
You so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Diamonds & Girls[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, C3 baby
Young Weezy and Young Curren$y, you understand me?
This how we doing it

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and— diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Get 'em! Ugh, like five, six chains on
Slick Rick, no patch, just frames on
Marc Jacobs Aviators and a V-neck
Ten bitches, ten pistols on the P-jet
In a drop top Madina with the top up
I'm in that bitch getting neck like a shot put
Hundred thousand for the grill, if I lie, I die
Flow sick, so sick, see the cyanide
And here's my most funniest joke
I'm broke (Hahahaha)
Don't worry 'bout me, the money got me
And I keep the burner on me like an ID
The Lamborghini orange like vitamin C
And leave a bitch stuck like a kite in a tree
Weezy F.B., the money is the matter
I'm working like a bad bladder, M.O.B
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and— diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Yeah, hailing from the bottom of the map
But standing at the top of the game
Kush got a nigga looking like I could really use a nap
But I'm still out wildin' with the gang
Got diamonds in my chain, more colors than the Northern Lights
Life is a traffic jam but I'm on a motor bike
Zig-zagging past these bastards, laughing at 'em
I got them suicidal like the doors on the Phantom
Yeah, Hot Spitta nigga, who you thought it was?
Bitches want to hold me in the morning like a coffee mug
I don't try to lock them down cause I am not an officer
I just knock them down in groups of ten
As if I'm in the lane aiming for bowling pins
Then the style switch so quick
Have you thinking that the disc skipped, pimping serious
Make them bring it back like pass interference, yeah

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and— diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and— diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Chea, speed boat, wife-beater
Ballin' like Derek Jeter for every reason
That Testarossa can get ghost like it never seen ya
The same color as sesame-a, diarrhea
The pioneer, I am here, right here
The watch nasty like gonorrhea
Money long like Nia, I appear via satellite
Whomever don't like the premiere, he a hermaphrodite
Vegetables up in my ear, get it clear
Pretty women want this nigga right here like Richard Gere
I switch the gear, and steer and disappear
And if I ever jump off a pier, I would probably fly

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and— diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and— diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lite It Up[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Lite it up
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker [x3]
Shots Leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga

Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker [x3]
Shots Leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga

Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker [x3]
Shots Leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga [x3]

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I can’t fuck with ho niggas
I can’t trust these hoes neither
Wake up early in the morning
Eat that pussy like cold pizza
Hater ass niggas be baller blocking
Acting like some goalkeepers
There’s a reason for everything
But my niggas kill for no reason
Camo shorts with a ho beater
All-black hoodie, I’m Grim Reaper
Look like its time for spring cleaning
Brand new spanking street-sweeper
Been in the game, I’m knee-deep
I like good head, I like good reefer
All my niggas strapped and ready
To set it off, Queen Latifah
Got a chopper with a drum
Split swishers with my thumb
Get money like Donald Trump
Double barrel on that pump
This Kush I got ain’t no chump
Get stupid and get stomped
Two guns I call ‘em Kriss Kross
Kriss Kross will make you jump
Gotta do what a nigga gotta do
Got goons, I ain’t even gotta shoot
Got a bunch of bad bitches by the pool
I like my bitches in two’s
Gotta go, I stick it and move
G-code, I stick to the rules
Last night I got so high
I swear to God, I went to the moon
I’m on that shit you can’t get nowhere
You pussy boy, don’t go there
If I don’t do nothing I’mma ball, no hair
Smoking on that “oh yeah”
My niggas tote that hardware
What you ’bout woadie?
My niggas about that warfare
Real nigga since day one
Cause I ain’t promised day two
Throw that pussy at me
Bitch I think I’m Babe Ruth
Drop top Maybach on the way
Yeah that’s that new Landaulet
She let me into her jungle
I’m gonna hit her with that rattlesnake
Guns clap like patty cake
Blood gang, red bandanna face
Make them pussies pop they-self
You can call that “masturbate”
I don’t front no fabricate
I get high, I gravitate
Weezy F Baby bitch, the F is for Fascinate
Louisiana, I’m from that swamp
I’mma pull this bitch out and dump
Better run like Forrest Gump
Fuck you and where you from
3, 2, I am the one, job well done
I ball 24/7, 365, 12 months
Wassup redbone? Wassup caramel?
Come to Wayne’s World, it’s a fairy tale
Yeah I’m high bitch, bitch I para-sail
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Lite it up
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker [x3]
Shots Leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga

Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker [x3]
Shots Leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga

Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker [x3]
Shots Leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga [x3]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Upgrade YouMake your rules
Yes sir, 3, ha, I love this shit
So let me talk my shit
Okay I'm good

I know you see the drop 'cause gettin' money is what we on
Ridin' drop top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yella bitch, keep my passenger seat warm
Leg hangin' out the window, you ain't got these on

Bitch holla it is Lil' Weezy, they cannot see me
They are like Stevie, I am burin' a ton like Levie
I circle ya house like B.B, colder then the Hebbie Gebbies
Never give freebies, seventy five thousand for these fees

Shit I can get a hundred thousand up in these jeans
Big stacks my pockets on Creatine
Young Money, Dipset nigga we a team
If you don't like it nigga fuck you, no Vaseline

I peel off in the Lamborghini like a tangerine
Got the engine straight shakin' like a tambourine
Like a bitch with some lips like Angeline, not Joli
Holy, got flow, I go where no other guy go

Fuck you hoe I'm so 504
I hope every snitch die slow
Hip hop that's my hoe, I know she know
I like it wet don't won't no dry hoe
Alright bitch I am D-Boy, no decoy
And I will straight up destroy any boy or man
And I prefer money then bitches or just reefer
We are Young Money bitch and I am the leader

We are Currency, Mack Maine and D-Raw
And I just signed a chick named Nikki Menage
And me I'm still spittin' like a retard
And these niggas soft they should be rappin' in leotards

Nigga we in charge, baby put me in charge
And I'm just murderin' niggas free of charge
You dig, just holla back I see you sarge
I'm so motherfuckin' high I can eat a star

Yeah let me upgrade ya, you may not be a model
But I can front page ya
You know I'm nasty, excuse my behavior
Let me just taste ya, we can fuck later

Sittin' in the Coupe lookin' like a racer
Top peeled back like the skin of a potato
Seat way back listenin' to Anita Baker
Ridin' by myself, smokin' weed by the acre

Holly Grove gator, ain't nobody greater
Leave you with some bullet holes, the size of craters
You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest
Battle anybody nigga fuck over ya favorite
It's a new game and I'm the coach like Avery
Leave it to the flow, we gettin' dough like a bakery
I don't really want to but these niggas makin' me
Put a motherfucker on ice like the Maple Leaves

That's a hockey team and I ain't on no hockey team
But I'm a champion, where's the fuckin' Rocky theme?
Damn, rest in peace Apollo Creed
I'm a monster everyday is Halloween

A lot of syrup, a lot of pills and a lot of weed
And I keep my pockets green like a pot of peas
And if you hatin baby you can get a side of these
These nuts in your mouth and can you swallow please?

Yeah, I'm so hot I freeze
Big balls and they jangle like a lotta keys
Even deaf bitches say hi to me
She tell a blind bitch and she say I gotta seeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Throw it back[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Go n throw it back n bust it open like you posed to X3
I would fuck with all of ya'll, all of ya'll are beautiful X3
I ain't choosin one so you can never say im choosy
Now go n throw it back n bust it open like you posed to X4

[Bridge]
Now get back to the money
Now get back to the money
Now get back to the money
Now get back to the - Wait
Take a pussy break X4 (Yeahh)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm Lil' Tune
And I'm up first
I smell that pussy than I give it tongue work
Yep when she comes first, second, and third
Then my woody wood pecker gets a pecking at her
Like ooo she on a headstand, she on a headstand
You see the crack of her ass cause her pants sag
I think that's really sexy, I like that in ya
Lemme smoke a blunt than I'm right back in ya
Yeah put the knife back in ya
Take it out than I have dinner
Uhmm I'm nasty stop frontin and just back it
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Now go n throw it back n bust it open like you posed to X4
I would fuck with all of ya'll, all of ya'll are beautiful X3


[Mack Maine]
Ohhh she had a shotgun booty,and I love it everytime she shoot it
Blah
Bang bang bang
Shes in love with kisses
She got a tongue rang
Now she got a pussy rang, she got a belly rang
I know its a BOOTYCALL everytime my celly rang
Like burpp hello
What you doing cutiee, bring ya ass over here and come and get my booty
Oooo I will be there in a hot minute
Count to 60 play with your pussy and get ya ivy in ya
You going ova there
Shit why not dawgg
Ima put my weiner in her buns since she got me hot dawgg
She said I never gave head before im just a beginner
Well todays its dick for breakfast and dick for dinner
She got titties like Elvira and Dolly Parton
And she lick lick lick my chocolate lollipop
And she backed it up like burp burp
And she threw that ass back like jerk jerk forreal

Go n throw it back n bust it open like you posed to X4
I would fuck with all of ya'll, all of ya'll are beautiful X3

[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Ohhh she had a shotgun booty
And im the target everytime she shoot me
And i'll be the bullseye
Watch how I make the bull cry
Watch how fast the bull die
All because the bull got mad because I fucked his cow
I had a shotgun booty going pow pow
I had the refree hollaing out stop the fight
2 round knockout than I goin fuck rockys wife, haha

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Beat that pussy till it bleed like apollo creed X3
I'm in the garden with eve
Give her my flower seed
I got a big bag of that fungus in my dungarees
My blunt humongous, if you're among us, you'll get lung disease
Girl I will tongue ya but the tongue right above your knees
Im not a begger but pa pa pa pleasee

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Go n throw it back n bust it open like you posed to X4
I would fuck with all of ya'll, all of ya'll are beautiful X3
[Bridge]
Now get back to the money
Now get back to the money
Now get back to the money
Now get back to the - Wait
Take a pussy break X4 (Yeahh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Swizzy[Lil Wayne talking]
This the remix baby, yea!
You already know what it is
Cause if you don't, you just don't know nothing
Shit period... stupid

[Lil Wayne]
You know me, I just be chillin in the phantom, listenin to opera
Gun is my body guard, call it Kevin Costner
Probably won't stop if, I get to poppin them shots
You niggas is sweeter than a box of Red Hots
Fuck around, see a flock of red dots
Smoke good, eat good, only fuck a bitch
If her dough good, feet good, just bought a fleetwood
And I'mma put some D's on that bitch
Lookin like I got a diamond disease on my wrist
Fresh! bunch of little G's on my kicks
I'ma dog, your all a bunch of fleas on my dick
Young Money Cash Money, and we gon' get the money even if it kills ya'll
And I'mma ride, 'til the muthafuckin wheels off
George Gervin, I'mma get my chill on
I'm cold, yeah I get my Buffalo Bill on
Beatin up ya block, yeah I get my Emmitt Till on
In the New Edition, yeah I get my Johnny Gill on
Keep a shotgun, yeah I get my Jason Will on
Fuck it Swizz, I'm still gon'
Black entertainment, yeah I get my Steven Hill On
Only to talk models, yeah I get my Seal on
Make that chick rock, get my Emil on
Two girls, let 'em get they pill on
Let 'em get they feel on, I get my Tip Drill on
Hey, now why you that ice grill on?
I leave you lookin like you got a barbeque grill on
Yeah, we got money to the ceiling
Real nigga, I get my Keep It Real on
And they be lying on wax, like a earphone
Weezy Baby, the best from here on
Swish, I'm in gear homes
They in trouble, we gon' bubble like beer foam
No homo, let em get they queer on
No commercial, I just take the leer home
My girl she get her pampoir on
She don't touch me, I got cashmere on
I ball, and you just Erik Dampier, dawg
I'm dirty, I get my Bill Lambier on
Weezy the Beast, Swizzy the Monster and we're goneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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My Girl[DJ Khaled:]
My Nigga Weezy F Baby
That Nigga Soldier
A.K.A. Loyalty
Listen

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Listen to my darling ever so precious
My girl, my baby, Cashmoney Records
And As For The Record. The Relationship through
And we, we lasted longer than them asses expected
And, se we was strong when they neglected you
We held on when the others were seprate.And desprate
Na never did. Cus ya boy got leverage
Though his friends tellin him when he could do better than
But whatever them. Friends come questionin
Me and you stuck by eachother, never letem in
Thats veteran. Thats Evident
We gota lose them old niggas thats evidense
You my new and old testiment
And when them haters start pressin then them bitches start pressurin
Im'a represent. Yeah with every inch
I got to cus im the president
Some other ladies lost their main niggas
So rest in piece B.I.G. from cashmoney and wayne nigga
And I ain't tryin to lose my main girl
I say its Cashmoney mother fuckin records, Waynes world
I had conversations, with other top women
We talked about going steady but I wasent ready
I haven't got in it.I was not wit it
Because the pussy at home was my own
My thrown is ready, the seats warm
As soon as we get out the rain we se a storm
And you went throughout my veins in every arm. So even throughout the pain im very calm
These niggas talkin bout my bitch and how they fucked her
And how they hate her. And how they used to love her
And I almost left, I was weak. And we still move in unis every week
Im sorry
[Lil Wayne: Talking]
Man, you know i'd never leave you. Till I kill myself in 9/4.Just cause my momma said I couldn't be with you
I love you

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
And now im feelin like pac, me and my girlfriend
Death to all you other bitch niggas, hope ya world end
No reunion, No records. Nigga fuck yall I wish I never met ya
And Birdman still my father, Slim still a godfather
And this is Cashmoney carter
We mash for the money nigga ain't nothin change
The only thing changed is the cribs and the banks. (Got Money)
The stakes, and the plates, and the dates
Nigga you dont know what I mean if you ain't got cake nigga
You broke, im straight nigga.Im good like great nigga
Im figure 8 nigga. 8 am im early, you late nigga
Im gone, you gotta wait nigga
Im hot, gimmie my shit. CMB baby I love my bitch

[Lil Wayne: Talking]
Yeah, that ain't fair, but I dont care
Ima mother fuckin cashmoney millionareEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fuck A Nigga Thoughts[Lil’ Wayne: Intro]
Ha-ha!
Young….Moula Baby

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ok, money on my mind, fuck a nigga thoughts
He ain't even thank, he ain't even seen me with tha pistol and tha shank
Walked up to him with put tha pistol to his tank, pussy nigga faint
Pick that pussy up naw let him lay
Where im from I see a fuckin dead body every day(x4)
Hammer in them draws hammer in them draws
And yall ain't nothing but nails in a wall
Bolsters, Holsters, empty like a motha fucka
Off my hip clip empty like a motha fucka
Ha-ha ok, simply im a burglar but its fly carter inducted to fly squader
Ok simply im a motha fucka pimpin ain't dead because im pimpin like a motha fucka
Now where ya ho at wipe ya feet on tha door mat ima bring the N-O back like a nigga with no back
Ima go forward
The top gon get lowered
Them hoes gon get cut like a sword I kno it
Ye ain't gotta tell me I already smell it
Ya pussy niggas eatin peanut butter and jealous
You’re Los like Angeles
But you can find me in a white tan Ellis
Juss like Van Halen ima rock out bitch
Ima wear that Glock like a fuckin outfit
I don’t care what you know, you don’t know nothing bout this
And I hope your ass choke when you suck on my dick. Weezy
[Verse 2: Kid-Kid]

Ok, I’m strapped up
Im strapped up, downtown many acts straight jackets ain't strapped up
And scrappin we could do, see scrappin what we do
And im like let me at em call me Scrappy Doo
After tha scrap with u I ain't lookin stupid
You beat me to bad bitch im comin back shootin
Fool im a fool, I do what I do
It’s like fixin broke cars with tools ima use
Tha Tech or the Uz, the Mag or tha Roug
Catch it when its juss you, Your like it wasn’t juss you
I guess im juss to real for niggas to adjust to
Fuck me, naw bend ova nigga fuck you
See I know whats what, who is who, and who is you
Move you lose move an inch and more ligaments that you could lose
Ill put you on tha 10 o’clock news
One, two buckle ya shoes
Here come tha Kid Crew
Ooo gloves Uz will fill up your own food
Do use M-0 2s and tell from whole and frooz
Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes
Don’t play with them cuz shoot he’ll shoot
I’m loose as a goose on that goose with them hoes
I’m playin duck duck goose boy im slick like moose
Im tha truth nigga floose im a murderer, Fuck mooke
Put niggas on mute like………
Then I come back like good crack, I am that, get that, I spit crack, 6 shot by tha 6 pack I spit that where you spit that I send niggas where ya kids at don’t worry where tha Kid at nigga huh
[Verse 3: Lil’ Wayne]

Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace, black shirt, black tennis, black semi
I never sat in a hemi that would offend me
Try a maybach or a maybach, bitch I got stacks ya
Paychecks on paychecks but I still want pay back
I still don’t play that, I kill on ASAP
We don’t do shit but get money all day
Put some tennis on my bullets now they runnin yall way
YM, Young Moula, Young Money all day
Where tha drugs so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of yall say you want drama im honered
Blitz yo ass like a motha fuckin lineman
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas
Still where red like an old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya ill dump tha whole toilet on ya
Weezy F Baby bitch im hotter than Uganda1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Ay Man[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Lemme 'splain the difference 'tween you and I
Hot in Miami but you know I keep the coolest ride
Stop like yeah ragged rockin' [? ]
Pullin' up on the side is a suicide
Aye, you just a run-of-the-mill nigga
Here's the difference man I run with the mills, niggas can't eat I ain't done with the meal
See dem niggas that's grinnin' man they have fun with da steel
"Pharrell, you a cool nigga. Let me shake your hand. You wear tight pants, you wear black bands, you wear long Vans, crib in the sky and
I heard you got a crib in Virginia, on the sand."
Not you, you ain't a Robb Report nigga
Nigga, yous a perjuror, you lie in court nigga
You prolly snitchhy snitchy and proly bitchy bitchy
I don't wear them big chains no mo' because they itch me
Drop my girl off, pick up the enzo
Ridin' through Hileah, ride through Kendall
Ride through Carol City, ride through Overtown
Where they leave dat ass on the ground
But you say that they know you now
But the difference is when dey see ya, will they hold ya down
See P grew up with a heroine pedal?
They made fun of me cause I was a odd fellow
See I was half skate park I was half ghetto
But you cut me open then u seen my bones made of metal
Here's my DNA yes it was essential
Unlike your aftermarket Roley Presidential
Look at my Audemars, three hundred something
Barack inspired (why?) the black one comin'
[Pre-Hook: Lil Wayne]
Pu-Pull up in that new thang all mellow
Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello
Arm hangin' out da driver side window
Trynna get this pretty motherfucka to the crib-o

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Pull up in that new thang all mellow
Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello
Pull up in that new thang all mellow
Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello
Hello ma, hey how ya doin'?
Hello ma, hey how ya doin'?
Hello ma, hey how ya doin'?
And they say money talk. Can you say how I'm doin?

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I'm doin' real well I'm doin' real well
Got the Frank Mull and time will tell
Rock star bitch, like a Nine Inch Nail
Som'n sittin' on 25 inch wheels
We eatin' over here why would I miss meals?
Whisper in her ear give her thigh lip chills
Young moolah yeah I know you like dat baby
And she wanna be in the mix like a white-black baby
Weezy a.k.a. which one of ya'll girls want me
High-definition tv in the front seat
Whatcha wanna do nigga I ain't neva scared
Theodore ass nigga you a teddy bear
I'm so hood and the hood everywhere
Thank god black card good everywhere
You like my shoes huh? well I got every pair
Elevator eyes, but I get every stair
[Pre-Hook]
Pu-Pull up in that new thang all mellow
Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello
Arm hangin' out da driver side window
Trynna get this pretty motherfucka to the crib-o


[Hook]
Pull up in that new thang all mellow
Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello
Pull up in that new thang all mellow
Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello
Hello ma, hey how ya doin'?
Hello ma, hey how ya doin'?
Hello ma, hey how ya doin'?
And they say money talk. Can you say how I'm doin?

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I'm doin' real fine I'm doin' real fine
It took a lil' time it was just a hill climb
And now we at the top so let's pose for the pictures
Cause our money longer than the nose of da bitches?
And, and for my shows do ya know what I'm gettin'?
Like a mansion every night it's fair to say I make a livin'
And hip hop never closed it just wasn't safe to visit
But I reopened it I'm bout to break the ribbon
I see it and I'm in it I do it how you dreamt it
Ice game dumber than O.J. Simpson
I ride next year check the numbers on the temps and
Hotta than a bitch check the numbers on my temp and ya boyfriend a bitch watch I treat him like a wimp and
We are all apes I remember when we were chimps and man, you can bet I'm gon' be limpin
I'm a be limpin yep
When I hop up out that pretty mothafucka like hello
Hop up out that pretty mothafucka like
Like when I hop up out that pretty muthafucka like hello
Hop up out that pretty muthafucka like, um
[Pre-Hook]
Pu-Pull up in that new thang all mellow
Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello
Arm hangin' out da driver side window
Trynna get this pretty motherfucka to the crib-o


[Hook]
Pull up in that new thang all mellow
Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello
Pull up in that new thang all mellow
Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello
Hello ma, hey how ya doin'?
Hello ma, hey how ya doin'?
Hello ma, hey how ya doin'?
And they say money talk. Can you say how I'm doin?4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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No Ceilings[Chorus]
Ok, pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
I say pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
You got to pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
And no ceilings
And no ceilings
And no ceilings
Yeah

Ok
Pockets on he-man
I get it if i demand
Man I do it big, to me you niggas wee man
Bout to go pecans, i beat it like 3 hands
Weezy in the building you other niggas freelance
I dont give a f-zzuck
I done got my shit up
I gotta do a bit, thats push ups, sit ups
Fuck with young money bitch nigga get hit up
Nigga fuck pay even fuck wid us

Ima eastside nigga yeah eastside nigga
Where the muthaf-cking beef gets deep fried nigga
Nigga couldn't see me with 3 eyes nigga
You's a bitch
No U-N-I-T-Y nigga
On the mic I'm like pac, Im like B-I nigga
Whoever don't agree come and see my nigga
I be waiting in my mansion seaside nigga
Young muthaf-cking M-O-N-E-Y …
[singing]
Hate no, hate no
I dont wanna hate no, hate no
But they keep pushing me, pushing me
But they keep pushing me, pushing me
I dont wanna hate nobody tonight
I dont wanna hate nobody tonight
But they keep pushing me, pushing me
Everyday pushing me, pushing me

[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Ok, Cool n Dre
This is no ceilings
I do this all day I got bars, no railings
Looking for a bitch for some sexual healing
Open up her mouth and she catch it like Braylon
Young Weezy F, the F is not for failing
Swagger just dumb call it Sarah Palin
If you niggas fly then I must be para-sailing
We are not the same, Im a muthaf-cking alien

[Birdman]
Back on my saddle with the tool and my hand
Uptown real nigga bitch landed in the sand
Back home nigga did it for the land
For the grand with the money with the tool in my hand
High life, give a fuck about your stripes homey
Killer kill, kill a spend your … daily homie
Turn left get your switch turned of nigga
Turn right and get your shit took off nigga
Fuck cos we higher than we ever been
More loaded, white doves, burning hundreds
Overseas nigga pitching on the top floor
High floor situation from the bottom floor
Born in the middle, shining like a diamond
Red diamonds, big diamonds how we roll nigga
24's fucking all these hoes nigga
High life getting money then we go nigga
Like father like son boy…

[Hook]

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Glaciers[Intro]
Timbaland on the beat, nigga
No ceiling

[Verse 1]
Yeah, Glaciers
Goodness gracious
Power, patience
Greatness, Glaciers
Goodness gracious (Yeah)
Glaciers, gracious
Greatness, patience
Stages, Phases
Don't face us (Nope)
Just grace us
Blaze us with lasers
Raise us houses like mazes (Wow)
Models, Megans (Yeah)
Madonnas, Rachels, fellatio
Powder, up nasals
New houses, appraisals (Sold)
New neighbors (Hi), New tables
New towels, new label (No)
No new friends, new choppers
You try us, it's fatal (Pow)
You try us, it's fatal (Pow)
New bodies, new halos (Yeah)
New bodies, new halos (Yeah)
New money, new pesos
Nobody, don't play though (No)
Cause they know, yeah they know
We catch a body, lay low (Yeah)
Can't find your body, case cold (Yeah)
[?]
[Verse 2]
Like glaciers, glaciers, glacier, glacier
Nigga, that's cold
Nigga, that's bold
Nigga, that's scary
Like Jason
Goodness gracious
I got way too much drank in me
I got way too much bank on me
Sip too much I might faint, homie
Don't wake me up, just put a blanket on me
Ain't you homie, I ain't your homie
Diamonds blingin' on me like they blinkin' on me (Bling)
All about my Ben Franklins homie
Bitch can't even get a Abe Lincoln from me
I ain't thinkin' normally, nigga
Bring a tank and all of that with you (Come on)
Cause you know I'm from New Orleans, nigga
All I gotta do is just borrow, no limits
Cutting up in a brand new Ferrari my nigga
I'ma get one for all of my niggas
You know I influenced all of these niggas
I just see y'all as my minions
I just see y'all in my menu
I just see y'all as civilians
I don't see y'all as competition
I can see God when I'm squinting
I can't see y'all in my position
I can't see y'all from my condition
I'm wasted
Pill poppin' and pacing (Yeah)
Prescription medications
Like redemption, revelation (Yeah)
She pill poppin' and naked (Ooh)
How can you blame her, she waiting for it to kick in
I kick back when it kick in and let her do what she came for
He don't let her do what she made for and that's messed up
She come by me and get messed up and then fess up
I'm like that sucks and that's cold (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Like glaciers, glaciers, glaciers (Glaciers)
Like glaciers, glaciers
Say that's cold (Cold)
Damn shame
He hatin', that's tasteless
He fucked up, good vibrations (Yeah)
Glaciers, gracious
Racin' in the latest spaceship
No chasin' , no chases
No break in, we made it safely
I'm facin' cases, make 'em disappear like David Copperfield
I'm tasting victory like flavors
They frame us, O'Lord we public enemy like Flavor
I'm famous, O'Lord I always wanted to be so famous
I came up (Yeah)
Now I kick my feet up and collect my payments (Woo)
I'm way up (Yeah)
I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (Yeah)
I cuddle and shit, I'm a sweetheart (Yeah)
I drink all this sip but I stay up (Yeah)
I pop all theses pills but I stay up (Yeah)
I fuck up and shit but we made up (Yeah)
And it ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga
I do all these tricks, I'm a skater
It's all about money and power, nigga
The pussy and shit gon come later (Yeah)
No time for drama on my conscience
And my shoulders too small to put weight on
And my hoes take too long just to wait on
In the bathroom putting her face on
She say my pole just too long to put bait on (Yeah)
These niggas be getting their [?] on and that's cold (Yeah)
[Outro]
Like glaciers, glaciers, glaciers, glaciers (Glaciers)
And that's cold
Damn shame
That's satin
That's tasty, I'm tasty
She cravin', her favorite tune
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I’m The Man[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Old money, new work
Lil coke on my gums like my tooth hurt
They from the red clay, I'm from that brown durt
I love my baby mama, and Grandaddy Purp
New shirt, new jeans
New Bent' cost a nigga two Beams
That's two hundred thousand
Nigga you don't know nothin' bout it
Got real niggas ridin', fuck around we bustin' out it
It's Weezy bitch, yeah it's Weezy ho
Ray Charles mama, I don't even see the dough
Show me the money, show me the dough
I'm low, I'm C.E.O
Got stacks on deck, got hard, got wet
A bad bitch with me, I'm hard, she wet
Got raw, got white, got weed, got syrup
Work!

[Hook: Shawty Lo]
Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man
Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man
I, I, I'm the man
I, I, I'm the man
Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man
Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
[Verse 2: Shawty Lo]
The cars, the hoes, the life I chose
The ice is froze, my flow is cold
I'm hot for sho', you know it's Low
I been getting money way back in '94
The base, my trap, and you know it be on fire
D4L ain't gettin' money? That's a motherfuckin' lie
I already got money, can't you look at me dummy?
I'm laced head to toe, look at the way your ho chosed
Bank roll unfold, I made it rain on them hoes
'04 four-door double-o on them hoes
Bubble kush I blow, leave the smell on your clothes
I'm gettin' money in the hood and they already know
Whoa!

[Hook: Shawty Lo]
Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man
Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man
I, I, I'm the man
I, I, I'm the man
Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man
Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
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Look at Me[Hook]
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Y'all dudes money too young
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Big thighs with brown-eyes

[Verse 1]
It's Lil Weezy for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I'm from a trill hood
I smoke real good
Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood
Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights
T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice
What that boy name
Birdman Jr., huh
Four was mild but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby
Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23
Rolling on hot 23's
Tote a big Glock 23
You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans
My block living me
I want you to look hard at some easy money
Stop playing this is Weezy company
Uh-huh
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'm the son of Cash Money
The fodd of the squad
And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky
Cuz I'm so fly
When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why
Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick
Looking for my roof where it went
Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed
Windows are the tint more wood than a bench
Working in the hood more green than the Grinch
Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint
Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end
Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim
It's Lil Weezy
Somethin' on my wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home she get took
Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Some call me Weezy
But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne
In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace
Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays
Forget it I'mma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze
So move over what you say shortie
We could do rent pussy
Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas
And beating went to the A
Eat with Jazze Pha
But yeah I'm on my way
Cuz I know he got that hay
Hey little mami
You a ghetto fire tin
You come to my post on the island
Come on that chronic
He-he empty vodka bottles
I be high he be drunk that my roll model
I rolls by you with my seat reclining
When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining
Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding
Cash Money what you hollering, huh
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My Room[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Oh, babe, yeah, huh
Oh, baby, yeah, babe
Ooh, mmm, 3

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
She walked in my room, shameless as hell
I'll just sit still and watch you walk around here struttin', babe
Sparks in my room, pain's in the air
Let's pop us a pill, I'll let you know when I feel something, babe

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, tell me not to love these hoes
I'm flexing on my exes, bae
They found out I'm with somebody else
They wanna fist fight, they wanna cat fight
You wanna fuck yourself when I'm on TV
You see tattoos all over my back
Diamonds on the grill, babe
You wanna roll with me, you want some smoke with mе
Wanna get high, open your mind and your nose for mе
I just love it, then I taste it
Make a man say, "Mmm, babe"
Now, turn around, look back at me, can I be your mirror?

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
She walked on my moon, she played in my hair
I love the sound of those heels, you walkin' 'round here struttin', babe
The walls just might move, the paintings have fell
Got a shout in my ear, it sounded like sweet nothings, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Baby, you're the perfect shape
'Cause, baby, you're the curvy shape
When you walk, that booty twerk, babe
Go, shawty, it's your birthday
Hold up, tell me you gon' lie to the cops
Tell me you gon slide on the opp, opp, opp
But you love me, and I'm a dirty, yeah
You wanna roll with me and play a role for me
Wanna ménage with some thots you don't know for me
Yeah, I just love to kiss your faces
Make a man say, "Mmm, babe"

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, we going hard in my room, yeah, champagne as well
Yeah, bottles on chill, let's toast 'cause I feel bubbly, babe
Lost in taboo, under her spell
She say, "How does it feel?" I say, "Hold up, I'm still cummin', babe"
(No Ceilings)

[Verse 3: Lil Twist]
So, tell me how you think I'm sexy, baby
One chick, hella thick like Alexis Texas, baby
Backseat so presidential got us snorting Ronald Reagan
Then, she whispered in my ear and said, "This pussy is for the taking," okay
Twizzy Baby quick to get these bitches naked
Bumbu, a cup of Aces, got these hoes switching places
I promised to keep a secret, she promised to let me taste it
Her booty big and amazing, she love the way I embraced it
Get the game from Tha Carter, Young Carter bring home the bacon
Still pimpin', I was shot by Cupid, I hope he grazed me
My latest bitch thick as a stallion, but big as Megan
My other bitch cute, and she dangerous, think I don't make it, huh
Five star Bay List, all my hoes A-list
Party in the hills, Robin Thicke on the playlist
Twizzy F. in the air for Ferragamo for the fragrance
She told me eat her pussy, I said, "Make me"2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Cap & Gown[Intro]
Oh my goodness
Uh

[Verse]
I turned my mansion to a juug house
I did a TV show with Jesse off of Full House
Oh lord, I turned my mansion to a ho house
I did a show way in Haiti, bought the Zoes out
I rolls out in the car with the head missing, the hoes out
Closed mouth, don't get fed shit in the cold drought
Old south habits, I pour it up, you pour it out
I left the court house with a stroll, bounce and no doubt
I know I'm no slouch if Hov vouch, my doors sprout
I help my bro out and get him out the dope house
I never sold loud since that old couch that fold out
Like the pronounce that I am on a whole ounce
Stank so loud like old trout and toes out
Make these hoes crouch, then roll, bounce, then roll out
And kick rocks, I started with six rocks, oh lord (Woo)
Let it breathe
I started off with six rocks
Made 30 dollars, thank god for hip hop
Didn't stop, I was gettin' guap, gotta diddy bop
And hit the block with my palms itching like chicken pox
Bop jiggy bop, my niggas hot, my bitch a fox
All you niggas mock, you bit my swag like little crocks
Don't give diddly squat 'bout any man or city cops
Pistol in my sock, no lollipops, we lickin' shots
Moms cooked dinner and then the pots went to my pops
He was whippin' rock around the clock, oh, how I watched
Then I got shot and then I dropped, then went in shock
Laid up in that hospital room, soon as the doctor knock
You know I hopped up, bounced back like boom shakala
Got rich at 15 and moved momma out
Got lit at 15, ooh, cotton mouth
Started off with six rocks, it's a mountain now
Ooh, and I ain't climbin' down
I never been a fan of common grounds
I been gettin' green since Bobby Brown
Been meaning to write my wrongs, but I been too busy to jot 'em down
And when you visit, I'm not around
I hope your view isn't from out of bounds
I come to do business, so for your new niggas disguising frowns
When your crew fishing, your body's found
Oh lord, I turned my mansion to the White House
Did a movie with Forest Whittaker, got my lines down
Ooh, but my mansion still a ho house
Did a show at home, bought my bros and no foes out
I rolls out in the coupe with the doors out, the whores out
My flow is like a shoe with the soles out, Dr. Scholl's vouch
I knows how to move with my nose down
Keep my nose out of people business, news and hoes' mouth 'cause these hoes foul
My pops from the goose, I'm from Eagle Street, Hollygrove child
I used to have the Nissan with Bose sound, I drove around
Chrome 44 with the gold snout, take your crown
Extended clip that poke out, reload rounds
Sex with a bitch, deep stroke, ouch, she so aroused
Next to the bitch is a coke pile, your hoes mouth
Mine goes down, swallows child with no chow
That mean no teeth, holy cow, slow it down
Yeah, I guess I'm hoin' now
I never been a fan of knowin' vows
I been gettin' green, I mean more than cows
Been meaning to settle down, but I be jugglin' hoes like a clown
And if she gullible, I like her style
If she bisexual, I dyke her out
And if she flexible, if she flexible, I'll wrap her 'round
Get head and pussy, call it cap and gown
Oh lord
[Outro]
No ceilings
No feelings
You all in your feelings
I'm like fuck your feelings
Mannie Fresh on the beat4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Never Really Mattered (Demo)[Intro: Lil Wayne & Birdman]
80s and 90s money, boy
Money
Just ball, baby, just ball, baby
Ain't nothing to me
Money ain't never been nothing to me
You understand me?
Ain't nothing to me
Ain't nothing to me
Spend as much as you feel baby
I told the bitch it's just money

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & INOJ]
It never really mattered too much to me, to me
Jesus saves, I spend it, nigga
It never really mattered too much to me, to me
I told the bitch it's just money
It never really mattered too much to me, to me
Jesus saves, I spend it, nigga
It never really mattered too much to me, to me
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm about to start using hundred dollar bills to twist a kill, that's for real
We've been on the road to riches, I told Stunna pass the wheel
Man, I just bought a painting for half a mill, that's a steal
Shit, when I'm an artist myself for crying out loud, that's a tear
In a backyard, where the dog at? Driveway where the hogs at?
Can't beat this shit, nigga, Lord knows I fought back, I fought back
We live nigga, let's broadcast, you caught that
New car get brought back if that motherfucker don't haul ass
I swear I had a Lexus coupe, it was Pepsi blue
It was shockingly gorgeous, it was electro-cute
I need a screw, the loose change extra loose
I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute, fuck it
[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Birdman, Both & INOJ]
It never really mattered too much to me, to me
Ain't nothing to me, money don't mean nothing to me
It never really mattered too much to me, to me
Ain't nothing to me, money don't mean nothing to me
It ain't nothing to me
I told the bitch it's just money
It never really mattered too much to me, to me
You understand me, love? You can take this jet
I know you ain't been out your neighborhood
Jesus saves, I spend it, nigga
It never really mattered too much to me, to me
You understand me? We going to another country with this chopper, this is ballin'
Yeah
You understand me? Blow a quarter mill

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I'ma park my Royce on the grass at your bitch house
Talk that shit, I'm shit-mouth
I flip this money, baby
Watch that perfect dismount
I say thank God all my bills paid
Knock on wood, my mama good
Knock twice 'cause she gave me life
Don't forget that, your honor could
Man, niggas be jacking these days
Only thief I know is Robbin Hood
But I'll pay for that trial nigga
Gotta protect my lively-hood
Look at all the bullshit I've endured
My lawyer said I matured
Talking 'bout them dead presidents
Breath smell like embalming fluid
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Vacation, vacation
Keep the weed in rotation
Don't give up the location
I'll send you back to population
Man, I feel like making donations
And I don't need no standing ovations
I bought my bitch some new shit
And told her I don't care if you break it, it's just money

[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Birdman, Both & INOJ]
It never really mattered too much to me, to me
Money don't matter
Money don't mean nothing to me
It never really mattered too much to me, to me
It ain't nothing to me, money don't mean nothing to me
It ain't nothing to me
I told the bitch it's just money
It never really mattered too much to me, to me
You understand me, baby girl? You don't have no worries no more when you fuckin' with this
Jesus saves, I spend it, nigga
Money's never a problem
It never really mattered too much to me, to me
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne with Birdman]
I got money to burn, fire hazards
Lil Tune the monsoon
Cash Money mascot, it's hot under this costume
Got rugs I never stepped on
Beds I never effed on
I'm in that upper echelon
Your empty pockets echoing
I still ride for my niggas
Money don't change a gangster
And when I'm asked to pull a few strings
I pull 'em until they untangle
And I like nice things and bad bitches with cab fare
More money, more problems
I'm surprised I still got black hair
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I feel like a vacation, vacation
We gon' need vaccination
Don't give up the destination
I'll send you back to population
Man, let's leave out our situations
Leave our tribulations
I got old money, generations
Where's my cheque book? I'm spending pages, it's just money

[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Birdman, Both & INOJ]
It never really mattered too much to me, to me
Some niggas might call it trickin', we call it takin' care of your broad
Jesus saves, I spend it, nigga, yeah
It never really mattered too much to me, to me
I told the bitch it's just money
It never really mattered too much to me, to me
I swear to God we gon' ride high, and stay fly, and stay high
Yeah, yeah, yeah, money don't mean nothing to me
You understand me, baby?
It never really mattered too much to me, to me
Ain't nothing, money don't mean nothing to me (Money, money)
It ain't nothing to me
Just ball, baby, just ball, baby

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Birdman]
It don't mean nothing
I already paid that price
Money don't mean nothing
We do this shit every night
Yoppas in the middle of the ocean
Helipads, chefs
You understand me?
Baby, we ain't even gotta go to the mall
The mall will come to us
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Shorty BounceUh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, holla at me

(mannie fresh in background)

[Verse One]
Say boooyyyyy
You ain't want to get hit with the AR, AR, 15, 15, flip cars
So just imagine what it do to pussy niggas thats goin against me
I go hhhaaard, I'm so hard
That I'm bruising up my knuckles I'm watching my fist bleed, fist bleed
So whhhaaat
I'm bustin this bustin, this fuckin up everyone that it sees, (hey)
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
Rockinby myself with the chopper on the backseat
Shoot at the driver side knock his body to the backseat
Stop, pause, make them Dominique Dawes
Flippin bitch niggas when the shotty's go off. (hey)

[Hook]
Lose the handguns, we don't cock back nigga
We hold shotguns, we pop that nigga
And when you shoot 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]
Now, 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 them weights
I'm tryna shoot straight, straight shot
Don't lose faith
Homie you safe
Hit ya in ya grill, now they call you two face
This ain't a dance, this a motherfuckin' pressure point
Eartquake, break a nigga down to a decimal
Break a nigga break a nigga down to a vegetable
Lay ya grandmother next to you
This the the untestable, the untouchable
The young stunna do, whatever stunna do
Stop, pause nigga, make them Dominique Dawes
Flippin bitch niggas when the shotty's go off (hey)
[Hook]

[Verse Three]
Ay chump
You ain't wanna get hit with this straight pump
Just a pump, with the pump, with the pump
Not the pump, the pump
You know if I get em, he gotta bend, he gotta lean he gotta slump
I shot 'em once, with the buckshots
Make it look like a sun shots
A nice body all dumb hot
He turned cold dead
Anybody in this city cops and feds
Look me in my eyes nah look me in my barrel
Leave a Darryl Strawberry cherry on ya apple
I'm a very scary, new orleans mammal
Shorty on my back got me workin like a camel put a hump in ya back and lift you up
I'm weezy f baby
Guess whats up
Stop pause, make them Dominique Dawes
Flippin bitch niggas when them shotty's go off (hey)

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Got Money (Remix)[Intro: Lil Wayne & T-Pain]
Pl-Pl-Play-N—Play-N—Play-N-Skillz!
Yeah, yeah!
I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money (Woo! Uh-huh!)
Right now to the VIP section (Woo, yeah!)
You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby (Yeah!)
Yeah
Haha, yeah (Uh-huh!)
Young (ay-hey)
Young, Young, Young, Young Mula baby!

[Chorus: T-Pain]
If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah)
Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like
(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way
(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way
If you getting mugged from everybody you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like
(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way
(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, uh-huh, alright, alright
Now I was bouncing through the club
She love the way I Diddy-bop
I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop
Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked
Say I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked
Now where your bar at? I'm tryin' to rent it out
And we so 'bout it 'bout it, now what are you about?
DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop
"Young Money, Lil Wayne" then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry
Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes
Young Money
[Chorus: T-Pain, Lil Wayne, Both]
If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah)
Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (yeah)
(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way
(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way
If you getting mugged from everybody you see (yeah)
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (come on)
(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (come on)
(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(Streets!) It go one for the money, two for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll (Chris)
Like some clap on lights in this bitch
I'mma be clappin' all night in this bitch
Lights off, mask on
Creep silent, she smiling
He muggin', who cares
'Cause my goons are right here
Like it's nothing to a big dog
And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains
I'm in so much ice, they yell "Skate, Wayne!"
She wanna fuck Weezy, but she wanna rape Wayne
(And I'mma let her)

[Chorus: T-Pain Lil Wayne, Both]
If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah)
Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (uh-huh)
(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!, uh-huh) that-a-way (uh-huh)
(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!, uh-huh) that-a-way (yeah)
If you getting mugged from everybody you see (yeah, uh)
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like
[Verse 3: Mack Maine & Lil Wayne]
Okay, it's Young Wayne on them hoes
But now I'm bout to do the Mack Maine on the hoes, like
WHOOSH! Like there go 1,000
Like WHOOSH! Bitch there go 2,000
I do that dance 'bout ten times, that's 20,000
Big Daddy Maine I give my girls allowance
And I allow them to go browsing
The only thing they say when they come back to my house is
WHOOSH! Daddy there go 1,000
Like WHOOSH! (Uh-huh)
(I'M MACK MAINE~!) Mack Maine on them hoes
E.A. Sports, I got game on them hoes
+500 Degrees+, Lil' Wayne on them hoes
I MAKE A +STRIPPER FALL IN LOVE+, T-PAIN ON THEM HOES

[Hook]

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, it's Young Wayne on them hoes
AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes
Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes
Make a +Stripper Fall In Love+ T-Pain on them hoes
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DedicatedShout out the blue flag
Shout out the red flag
Shout out the black flag
Fuck the white flag
I ain't talkin bout no gang bangin I just meant that surrender flag cause I don't know if niggas really reppin' white flags and shit. So I mean the surrender flag so I don't get in no trouble. No nigga be shootin at me I don't know what the hell happened. Nigga, a group of white flag niggas come in, "Nigga we the white flag niggas." Like I'm sorry my nigga, damn

Shout out Drama, thanks again for lettin me do this shit. Dedication 3, can't wait till Dedication 4. And uh, this one right here man this one was for my fans this was for young money this was for ya'll of course. But this was for young money for ya'll to understand what I'm tryna do and ya'll to get a lil wiff of what I've got cookin over here and see what niggas is tryna do. Plus I wanna make it clear that every artist you hear on Young Money is most likely to be doing their own thing somewhere else so what I would love for you to do is to get, don't just listen to them over here actually get into them and see what they're doing everywhere, cause if they're good over here most likely they're great there. I mean so, pay attention to 'em, they're makin moves. They're makin moves. And if you wanna be down with us, it's easy. It's easy. Give a nigga some head or somethin. Haha. No homo, not to the niggas though I ain't lookin for no more rappers. I don't even wanna try, I'm straight. I'm lookin for straight, beautiful women. Naw I'm lyinEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Green and Yellow (Green Bay Packers Theme Song)[Intro]
Once a Packer, always a Packer
Like Shakur, call me two-pack
I'm green and yellow

[Verse 1]
Green Bay, Green Bay, huh? It gets scary, Halloween days
Scream face, huh? Bloody Mary, secondary
Jordan meme face, huh?
A-Rod got him offside, free play, huh?
That's a cheesecake, huh? On a hot plate, huh?
Hail Mary, yeah, Aaron to Davante
Green boogers, yellow as canaries
Eliantte, huh? Got me shinin' great, huh?
I just hit you boys with the Rodgers rate
Came up with the pack, I done well with the Pack'
Aaron Rodgers in the trap, I got 12 on my back
Got me rollin' out the pocket, Bakhtiari blockin'
Throw a pass to Tonyan, simple Madden science
Uh, pack him up, I know Prеston Smith gon' tackle him
I know Za'Darius Smith gon' back him up
And you know Darnell a savage, bro
Got Mason Crosby, thе kick is good
Green and yellow, we stickin' to it
Super Bowl goals, shootin' for the stars
Baby, trigger pull (Bow)
[Chorus]
Okay, uh-huh, you know what it means
Cheesehead, Alicia Keys, I'm goin' Swiss cheese
Big G's, ballin' hard like Big Meech
Big league, Super Bowl champs, big rings
Big bling, Lombardi trophy, yeah, Vince team
Shinin' like a Bart Starr, number fifteen
In green, boy I'm fresher than some mint green
Listerine, 'bout to mess around, make history

[Verse 2]
Triple read, Green Bay chains, whistle clean
This a scene, like Paul Hornung, I got five on it
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
I'm Green Bay, every day if you ain't know, then find out
Green and yellow, that forever, we on go nonstop
Freezin' weather, get the shovel, play in the snow, hot spot
Lambeau field for sure, Hall of Fame, number four
Legendary, just like Aaron, MVP, run up the score
Give the ball to Aaron Jones, let him run it down their throat
Touchdown, glasses on, Lambeau Leap in the front row
I'm screamin', "9-2" and that's for life
That's for Reverend Reggie White, rest in paradise
Coach Carter, boy, I'm feelin' like Matt tonight
I feel like number fifty-five, you gettin' sacked tonight
Yeah, boy, we 'bout to be in Tampa, hype
And whoever play the Packers, hope you packin' light
You flyin' back tonight, back to life
[Bridge]
Yeah, uh-huh, all my Packers ready
Green and yellow, green and yellow
Green and yellow, green and yellow
Yeah, uh-huh, call me Pack-aveli
Green and yellow, green and yellow
Green and yellow, green and yellow
Yeah, uh-huh, we'll color that confetti
Green and yellow, green and yellow
Green and yellow, green and yellow
Yeah, we goin' all the way to Tampa, yellin'
Green and yellow, green and yellow
Green and yellow, green and yellow
Yeah, uh-huh, all my Packers ready
Ooh, you try to count us out, check your mathematics
Yeah, uh-huh, we'll color that confetti
Green and yellow, green and yellow
Call me Pack-aveli (Facts)

[Chorus]
Uh-huh, you know what it means
I'm a cheesehead, Alicia Keys, I'm goin' Swiss cheese
Big G's, ballin' hard like Big Meech
Big league, Super Bowl champs, big rings
Big bling, Lombardi trophy, yeah, Vince team
Shinin' like a Bart Starr, number fifteen
In green, boy, I'm fresher than some mint green
Listerine, 'bout to mess around, make history
[Outro]
Pack-aveli
Once a Packer, always a Packer
Like Shakur, call me two-pack
I'm green and yellow, I'm green and yellow
I'm green and yellow, I'm green and yellow
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100 Winters[Verse 1]
SB dunks, five seven five jeans
5000 dollars on my fuckin' wallet chain
I be wilin' man, I'm a island man
There ain't nothin' else by me, man (Ha, ha)
I tell them float on and go on to the ozone I'm so gone
My blunt like a pole long I pro long and hold on
To it like a trombone I'm so blown and um
I got that cock back I don't need that thumb bone
So come on, you get the one with the drum on it
That's the one that goes dit Di-di-di-di-di-di-dit
I'm so terrific when I spit, put my foot up in yo ass
Now I'm kickin' in yo shit now I'm pitchin' at yo bitch
And she catch it with her lip, nah, she catch it with her mouth
And since I'm the president, she tried to catch it on her blouse
I tell her, whoa, easy, baby
I'm king cake so she eat the baby
Wait, shit gets way more crazier
We flip the bitch like she was in the gymnasium
I ain't fuckin' with the bitches with the stadium
That's no dome, bitch, go home

[Verse 2]
Bitch I spit the hundred winters on my snow cone
Lil' nigga walkin' like he get his bowl on
Boss man, pimp stro, pimp stro
I can let my money go when the wind blow
Then it come right back like a rental
And make them bitches understand me like 10 fo
Niggas is simple, like instrumentals
I bet you bitches understand me like info
Get ya top chopped and get trimmed low
Somethin' like my Benzo, Ridin' with my friend's hoes
No, I mean my ho's friends, fuckin' all my ho's friends
Takin' all my ho's ends that will make that globe spin
I tell these young niggas, pimp or die
Won't get that Benz if they don't split them Eyes dip 'em thighs, thin 'em ties
And if you reach at I
I don't preach, I screech and give you beef with them fries Yeah
Come to the beach and find
I live where all the little seagulls fly
See, baby, I'm so high
All I need you to do is just shut up and ride
[Verse 3]
Me an' Mac is just two niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree, cut from the same wool
I'm just the young lion and he the young bull
Not Sammy the Bull, that pistol on my hip, now I gotta hand in the pool
I had a Lammy in school
I think it was diablo red
I'm t-i-red, I'm T.I red
You D.I-ed because of what you said
Chyee, I'm sharp as an image
And I keep it bumpin' like a mothafuckin' blemish
Two twins drink me up like Guinness
When I'm finished, I say, "Billion"
When I'm finished they say, "Weezy, you killed it"
Hop on your shit and say, "Weezy, you healed it"
So fly I got wings tattooed on me
A gun glued on me, but I pop ya in ya stomach
Now I got yesterday's food on me
Now that was real rude, homie
And I smell like a weed plant
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Dinnertime[Intro: Waiter talking]
Here you are, sir, just how you like
Careful, it's hot
Enjoy...

[Verse 1]
Okay, come be my appetizer
My fruit, my apple cider, my colada
My papaya, how you want it?
I told the waiter what I wanted
I told him don't bring me a plate
If it don't have a rapper on it
Chef Angel on the beat
And me I'm just snackin' on it
Yeah, I'm eatin' with my hands
I'm gonna need a napkin, homie
You lookin' like a glazed pig
With an apple on it
I'mma need a Snapple, homie
And another after, homie
Snap crackle, homie
There goes another rapper
Just consider that bologna
You are just a macaroni
In my tuna casserole
I'm gettin' fat and you bony
You lookin' like Nicole
Richie call me Biggie
I got faith and soul
Bowl of french of fries
Tell 'em bitches bonjour
Boy, I eat your food
Hot and cold
And I'm no where near full
[Interlude: Waiter talking]
Hope you enjoyed your appetizer
Here's your main course...

[Verse 2]
Good 'cause I'm bout hungrier than a mothafucka
Finger lickin' good never been a thumb sucker
I eat your ass good, never leave a crumb sucka
Never been a club hopper I'm a club jumper
That mean I get the club jumpin', I'm grubbin
Rappers say, "Hello Wayne", I reply, "What up supper?"
I could fry your ass up a saute
Marinade ya all day
I like my shit saute
'Cause all the rappers salty
'Cause all the rappers fault me
For bein' the best of all thee
Rappers call on me
'Cause I'm the best rapper rappin'
Rappers you can call me
The best rapper rappin'
I'm a dog I'm a beast
I'm a feast
Carter get it in order
Order me I oughta be an artery
'Cause I'm a bloody buzzin' B
I'm a beast I at least
Should get a piece of that pie
Before I die
Because I if no one else deserve
Now where is my dessert?
[Interlude: Waiter talking]
And now for dessert...

[Verse 3]
Yes, this is dessert
For his and hers
I'll take his her
Kiss her
Make her pussy purr
Wet zipper
Never tip her
Never fall in love with a stripper
Like strawberries, I dip her
In whip cream, I whip her
I let her melt, then sip her
Like sizzurp, I'm tryna quit the sizzurp
'Cause moms say quit the sizzurp
But my auntie mom trippin', she a tripper
And I can eat you quicker
But I'm gonna take my time with it
Like a 3 legged cake I gotta climb in it
But ain't shit sweet when I'm in it
When I'm in it, I told her you gonna miss me
If I hit it
I'm done with it
And can't nobody else  do what I done with it
Not what I done did it
My tongue drippin'
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
[Digests]

[Outro]
Young Mula Baby, hehe2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Joog[Intro]
We got London on the track

[Chorus]
From stuffing rocks in my Polo socks
From stuffing rocks in my ho lil bra, stash
From in her purse to in her house, yeah

[Verse 1]
AK with the telescope, filet with a cherry coke
Enjoying the fruits of my labor, I pop that cherry hoe
Kush loud as a stereo, I got all these medicals
Powder bags of heavy snow, Eskimo, I'm askin' more
All that gas like Texico, all that ass you sexy ho
To my white girl, to my weed, that Mary Jane, that Mary Joe
Private planes and heavy doors, meeting bitches in metaphors
Like these singers poor like Singapore
From heaven's gates to the devil's doors
I'm joog, I'm hustling baby
All my money, I custom-made it
Numbers don't lie but people do
That's why they turn their back on you like 180
Degrees, please, I run with Gs
They got my back, I front me some keys
I smell a rat, they stunk up the streets
Now my peeps 'bout to come with them pumps, like Febreze
[Pre-Chorus]
Joog in a hundred degrees
Joog in the cold winter breeze
This yayo almost to my knees
I play in the snow til I freeze
She play with the snow til she sneeze
She way up, she in the nosebleeds
We break in your door for them keys
And you lay on your floor til we leave
Here to joog

[Chorus]
From stuffing rocks in my Polo socks
From stuffing rocks in my ho lil bra, stash
From in her purse to in her house, yeah
I hit a joog and then I bounce
Joog

[Verse 2]
I joog out the back of the Hummer
I joog out the back of the complex
I work that wrist like a Timex, I do it big, nigga, 5X
I did not give out no freebie, I don't play Let's Make a Deal
I'm taxing if you fake, nigga, I'm taxing if you trill
Work, work, I got that work, perc serving, I got them percs
All of these medicine bottles, balling like Cedric Ceballos
And nina just swallowed some hollows
Oh shit, that bitch 'bout to burp
And you know that it's fuck the world
So I put your dick in the dirt
Ball on a fuck nigga, spending paper
All these fuck nigga instigators
Fuck nigga head in a refrigerator
Chef 'bout to bring it to the dinner tables
My bitch do lines like printing paper
Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch
Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch
Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch
Just made another bitch love the dick
Just made another bitch cum cum
Who the motherfucker? I'm the motherfucker (Me)
Here come the undercovers, better run for cover
And when we under pressure we get overheated
And we overheated we turn on the army
And bring a hurricane to a thunderstorm
And leave your block looking like a slumber party
Too much stashed in my undergarments
Too much cash, that's an understatement
Too many hoes I could understand
But I'm losing all my wars to the undertaker
And I'm 'bout to make these hoes shake their money maker
And I fuck a bitch til she making funny faces
Jooging like that motherfucker Freddy Krueger
I'm jooging like that crazy motherfucker Jason
I'm jooging, these other niggas jig
You see not me, I joog, drive horses in that hood
Come through that bitch like vroom, vroom
Come through that bitch like ugh
Lil boy your bitch so ugh, my spoiled bitch so good
I'm oil rich, I'm good
Joog, joog, joog, I joog, joog, joog
Wish a nigga would, good, good
I leave his block like uhh uhh uhh
No Ceilings
[Chorus]
From stuffing rocks in my Polo socks
From stuffing rocks in my ho lil bra, stash
From in her purse to in her house, yeah
I hit a joog and then I bounce

[Bridge]
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, good
I'm good like I never been better
I'm good, I feel like more right than Betty
I joog, joog, joog, jooging
Joog like my shotty on [?]
I joog like my shotty on [?]

[Outro]
AK with the telescope, filet with lil cherry Coke
AK with the telescope, filet with lil cherry Coke
Enjoying the fruits of my labor, I pop that cherry hoe
Kush loud as a stereo, I got all these medicals
Powder bags of heavy snow, Eskimo, I'm askin' more
All that gas like Texaco, all that ass you sexy ho
To my white girl, to my weed, that Mary Jane, that Mary Joe
Ballin' on a fuck nigga, spending paper
All these fuck nigga instigators
Fuck nigga head in a refrigerator
Chef 'bout to bring it to the dinner tables
My bitch do lines like printing paper
Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch
Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch
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Zero[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Unh, we don't even talk no more
We ran outta' words to say, yeah
We don't even joke no more
We ran outta' games to play, um

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]
Now I know that you ain't used to
Hearin' me at a tempo as slow as this
But I just had to slow it down
So you can hear me when I say
I need you, I need you
I'm nothing without you a zero without you, baby
I need you, I need you
I'm nothing without you, that's why I'm glad I got you, baby

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
We don't even laugh no more
What was funny yesterday isn't funny today, Lord
We don't make love no more
And when we do it's not the same man, Umm

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]
And I know that you ain't used to
Hearin' me at a tempo as slow as this
But I just had to slow it down
So you can hear me when I say
I need you
I'm nothing without you a zero without you, Baby
I need you
I'm nothing without you, So glad I got you, Baby
[Outro: Lil' Wayne]
Yeah, I know it is...
I must be doing something right, I must be doing some...
I must be doing something right
And I'mma keep doing it right
I said I'mma keep doing it right, Uh, Oh
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The Price Is Wrong[Produced by Infamous]

[Intro/Hook: Lil Wayne]
She stole my heart, she ran away
Now I'm heartless, so fuck her anyway
We got along, she got away
The price is wrong, but she gotta pay

[Lil Wayne]
We used to be the coolest couple back in high school
High school, my school, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah
Now she going out with some nigga name Michael
Okay rifle, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah
We used to be the nastiest couple on the school yard
Back yard, your yard, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah
But now you just a nasty motherfucker baby who are
You are, you are, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah

[Bridge]
And everybody know that the tables turned (YEAH)
And what you gonna do when the tables burned (YEAH)
And now you all up in my face
Pleadin your case, and I'm like
Okay, okay, okay okay okay
Okay, okay, okay okay okay okay
Okay, okay, okay okay okay okay
Okay okay okay okay okay okay ok-kay-kay-kay-kay-KAY!!
[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
She used to be the cutest ever up in my class
This class, that class, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah
But now she kissin any motherfucker with a hall pass
So she skippin y'all class, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah
I used to be the baddest motherfucker in the lunchroom
Classroom, her room, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yahhhhh
But now I graduated from youuuuuuuu
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah YAH YAH!!

[Bridge]

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
But she gotta pay...
So fuck her anyway...

[Hook] - repeat 2.5X w/ minor variations

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Fuck her anyway
I fuck her anyway
Fuck her anyway {*9X*}
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SB Dunks[Verse 1]
Look here
SB donks, five-seven-five jeans
Five thousand dollars on my fuckin wallet chain
I be wildin maine, I'mma island man
There ain't nothin' else by me mane
I tell em float on and go on to the ozone
Im so gone, my blunt like a pole long
I prolong, and hold on
To it like a trombone, I'm so blown
And um, I got that cock back, I don't need that thumb bone
So come on, you get the one with the drum on, it
That's that one that goes dit, dit dit dit dit dit dit dit
I'm so terrific when I spit, put my foot up in your ass
Now I'm kickin in your shit
Now I'm pitchin at your bitch
And she catch it with her lip, naw she catch it wit her mouth
And since im the president, she tried to catch it on her blouse
I tell her whoa, easy baby
I'm king cake, so she eat the baby
Wait, shit gets way more crazier
We flipped the bitch like she was in the gymnasium
I ain't fuckin with them bitches with that stadium
Thats no dome, bitch go home... b bi bitch, bitch go home

[Verse 2]
Bitch I spent a hundred winters on my snow cone
Lil nigga walking like he get his bowl on
Boss man, pimp stroll, pimp stroll
I can let my money go when the wind blow
Bet it come right back like a rental
And bet them bitches understand me like 10-4
Niggas is simple, like instrumentals
I bet you bitches understand me like info
Get your top chopped, and get trimmed low
Sumn like my Benzo
Riding with my friends hoes
No I mean my hoes friends
Fucking all my hoes friends
Takin all my hoes ends, that what make the globe spin
I tell these young niggas; pimp or die
Dont get that Benz, if they dont split them i's
Dig them thighs, thin them ties
And if you reach at I
I don't preach I speech and give you beef wit them fries
Come to the beach and find
I live where all the little seagulls fly
See, baby I'm so high
All I need you to do is just shut up and ride
Bitch bitch shut up and ride
[Verse 3]
Look, and me and Mac was just two niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree, cut from the same wool
I'm just the lion and he the young bull
Not Sammy the bull
That pistol on my hip then I got a hammy to pull
I had a Lammy in school, I think it was diablo red
I'm T.I. red, I'm t.i.red, you d.i.ed because of what you said
Chea, I'm as sharp as an image
And I keep it bumpin like a motherfuckin blemish
Two twins drink me up like Guinness
When I'm finished I say "Brilliant!"
When I'm finished they say "Weezy you killed it"
I hop on your shit and they say "Weezy you healed it"
So fly, got wings tattooed on me, the gun glued on me
But I pop you in your stomach, now I got ya yesterdays food on me
Now that was real rude, homie
And I smell like a weed plant
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Suffix[Intro]
Yeah
Suffix, people
Chyeah
You know
You, you, you already
Yeah
C'mon

[Verse]
Kicking rocks on the block, telling all the OGs:
"I be coming for your spot when you're not looking"
Hot cooking, mama got it on the kitchen table
I thank God we were always able to
Get the leather couch, big screen, cable, too
Nintendo when them good grades came through
Then the cooked Ks came through
Some soft, some stepped-on, but we kept on
And I slept with the work plenty nights
Thought I heard niggas coming, thought I saw the cop lights, but
I was dreaming, then I woke
The junkies was still fiending, and I had coke so
I had hope; you may say that its wrong
But I ain't talking to your child, I'm talking to this song
I'm just doing a buck down memory lane
If I crash, just pick up my brain
And yes, my niggas the same, but they quicker to bang
And if they do, then I'm the nigga you blame
So I shoot first anyway, and I would do the honors any day
And tell your honor he a bitch to his face
And whip through the stage like I whip through the yay
Show your ass how to take four and get eight
And it don't take four niggas to get straight
The only Hot Boy eating off this plate: Young
Weezy Baby, that's what your bitch say
Give her ass a location and a temp plate
Show her how to work the interstate
Stop working with that thinner weight, get your brakes fixed
Stop playing, 'cause all we know is gunplay
Trip while you full and my clip gon' be empty
When the stomachs get empty, anything's tempting
Ain't nobody safe when it's for the kids' sake
Hurricane wiped us out like a earthquake
We tryna save face, but we ain't got a place
To stay, so they made us evacuate
We on our way, pussies, relocate
Y'all know us, when you see us, put your jewels up
Put your cars, put your clothes, put your shoes up
It's that serious, homie, pick the news up
It wasn't good, nigga, think about the hood, nigga
The people who ain't never had shit, ain't gon' never have shit
Bullshit, 'cause they still gon' try to manage
Niggas doing anything, like, God gon' understand 'em
But please understand this: niggas with money lost mansions
Niggas with nothing lost families, lives lost in traffic
Water up to the attic, there goes the stashes
But a nigga got passion
Even though the bounce-back seeming like magic
Shit... Well, call me Siegfried
Watch how I turn one key to a hundred Gs
Yeah, dear summer, summer breeze:
Summer, please, know I live for you
Throw on the wife-beater, let back the lid for you
A few years I probably hear from you, but now I'm here for you
I know niggas that shed a tear for you
Behind bars, tryna get to you, and probably never see you
This that real talk if you ever heard it, homie
Shit hurts so much, might have to hurt you, homie
No commercial, no fronting, no curve on it
No cut; tell life, "So what?"
The drought's here; not only white's slowed up
The weed's slowed up, we can't even roll up
Fuck it, put a dent in the money too
But that's the last thing 'cause hustle is what we do
Hustle with what? How we getting on?
Where he sitting at? What he sitting on?
Stand up if you know it's true
The end of the world coming, and my city the proof, damn
Shit... And this is after disaster
This ain't rap, this a recap
Stepping off the G4, still strapped
Bust your head in the air, that's a sky-cap
Have my car pick me up where I arrive at
Drop the work off, 'cause it don't go where I reside at
Garbage bags filled up with dollars
Dead presidents, gotta dump the bodies
Birdman, as long as we gon' eat
Then everybody eat off me
Feet off ground, fingers to the stars, reaching
And I'ma get there through these bars, believe me
I'm down for the cause, even
When everything pause, I'm proceeding
I'm a leader, meet the son of Jacida
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Fortune Teller Interlude[Talking: Lil Wayne]

Is Mack Maine a fortune teller?
Because he predicted Miley would
Be ready for the world years ago
What Miley they talkin' 'bout? (Laughs)
I saw some shit recently with her
She wild man (Giggles)
She must be on that other one
Pop it off
Pop it off
Pop it off
(Ahh) Pop it off
(Ahh) Pop it off
A molly
A molly
A molly
Molly
Molly

(Ahh) Pop it off, yeah
Y'heard me!

Eureeekaaaa
What up 5?

(Laughing) Aye!

The problem is I believe in you too much (Miley/Molly)

You don't know which one I'm talking 'bout though

So, Is Mack Maine a fortune teller?

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My Homies Still (Remix)[Intro: Jae Millz]
Don't make my slimes go stupid, go stupid
Hahaha
Millzy!

[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
That A-K like Aretha, it's gon' sing, and you gon' respect me
You niggas just good at playin gangster roles—Joe Pesh-ky
That's your girl, but it's my world, so she ride me like a cruise ship
My flight land, I check in my suite, she bust it open like a new gift
We ain't from no water fighting, but you will get Super soaked
My goons will catch you in that Ghost and turn your ass into a ghost
My flow super stupid, Forrest Gump, that's retarded-dumb
Kush cloud my lungs and my clique bang
Keep the change, Rich Gang—Millzy!

[Hook: Gudda Gudda]
Pump that bass, pump that bass
Yeah, my homies still— (Pump that bass, pump that bass)
My homies still— (Pump that bass, pump that bass)
Yeah, my homies still (Pump that bass, pump that bass)
(Pump that bass)
Go stupid, go stupid
We go stupid, yeah, don’t make 'em—
Go stupid, go stupid
Gudda!
Gudda!
[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Yeah, okay, my bass pump and my face pump
One bump leave your face numb
Let my white girl hit, watch that bitch go straight dumb
All my yola A1, been that way since day one (L'ego)
Plus I speak that cocaine, watch me bake this cake up
Wake up—y'all sleeping on me (Gudda)
Bass all in my speakers, homie (Yeah)
And I ain't talking 808s
Chasing Franklins like I'm Aretha, homie (Woo)
Tony Hawk, I grind (Grind), holla at my slime (Tunechi)
And we don't drop no dimes and you still fuck one time
'Cause we

[Hook: Gudda Gudda & Young Jeezy]
Pump that bass, pump that bass
Ha! Yeah, my homies still— (Pump that bass, pump that bass)
Yeah, that's right, my homies still— (Pump that bass, pump that bass)
Yeah, my homies still— (Pump that bass, pump that bass)
Gudda! (Pump that bass)
Let's get it! Go stupid, go stupid
Let's get it, let's get it
Go stupid, go stupid, (I'm 'bout to get stupid on this motherfucker)
Ayy, go (Tunechi, I got you, nigga! S'go!)

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, you know it takes two, yeah, nigga, Rob Base
Best you watch when you're cooking your blow, Scarface (Damn!)
G—Got a big gold chain around my neck, neck brace
You should go there, nigga, on them old cold cases, yeah!
All I serve is raw, straight sushi, yeah, Nobu
Hell nah, nigga, can't serve you, I don't know you (Haha!)
Nigga talkin beef shit, m—more like tofu
DJ Magic Mike, got that base, I 'on' told you
[Outro: Young Jeezy & Lil Jon]
Pump that bass
It go
Gangsta Grillz-illz!
Pump that bass
You know [?] gotta watch out for me, nigga
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Her, Him, & Me[Lil Wayne Intro:]
What's up
It's me
Yep, uhm
I've had plenty episodes with various women, but it's just this one I must tell you about...

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I met her in Victoria's
She was hotter than a crown victoria
On my block on a friday at 6:00 yep
I was on her yung joc
She made me lean and rock
I tried to tell her my name but laughed more so
Because she looked like tell me somethin I don't kno
So I told her my number and I got hers also
And of course she knew I had a girl, I wouldn't be in the store
So we hooked up that morning like around 4
And at that time I knew what she was down for
Yep
Soon as the door opened, war opened out
She was such a soldier, purple heart pokin out of her fatigues, and she's never fatigued
And with her, whatever I say she believes
And my girl know I got a magic show up my sleeve
But with her, I can disappear when I need
And she say...
[Hook]
She don't even care about my girlfriend
She said she just wanna do the thang with me
And who am I to tell that girl no when this world is so cold, why should I be
Shit
And she don't even wanna be my girlfriend
She said she just wanna do her thang with me
And she gonna do her thang with me, with me


[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
(let me tell you bout this bitch I got tho)
I met this bad bitch last month
Bona fide freak, we been kickin it for the past month
Or should I say I been hittin it for the past month
David blaine, magic stickin it for the last month
She got that coke bottle ill shape
Thicker than a McDonald's milkshake
We don't go on dates, we have field days
She let me play on her field like a bill's game
And she don't even like football, she just sits home
But she love it when I run it in her inzone
She love to role play and put them wigs on
Yeah, she be gettin her lil' kim on
With me, she can be as freaky as she is, but with him she gotta be as sneaky as she is
And with her, I can be as kinky as I'm gonna be
Upside down, handstand's how I wanna be
She said...
[Hook:]
She don't even care about her boyfriend
She said she just wanna do the thang with a g
And who is he to tell that girl no when this world is so cold, why should he be
Shit
And she don't want him to be her boyfriend
She said she just wanna do her thang with a g
And she gonna do her thang with a g, with a g

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne & Juelz]
Chillin by Elz
And we smoked a hundred L
We spoke about gals
We joked about tales
No homo
But I meant like a storytale
Ya dig
[Juelz Santana]
Let me tell you bout this bitch name Loreal
Light skin, long hair
I call her slaughter mouth
Thick and juicy like steak meat, porterhouse
And bein freaky is somethin she knows all about
She keep askin me if we can put a porno out
[Lil' Wayne]
I know that bitch too
I say we give her a call
And see what that bitch do
[Juelz Santana]
You got that bitch number
Well call that bitch through
I got the rubbers
Got the dutches
Hell yeah, we can jump her
Ya dig
[Lil' Wayne talking:]
Yeah, hello
Hey mama, wat up?
How you?
Yeah this weezy
Hey listen, I got Elz right here with me
We bout to come pick you up
That's cool?
Cool, we good
Yessir

[Hook:]
She don't even do this with her boyfriend
She said she just wanna do the thang with him and me
And who are we to tell that girl no when this world is so cold, why should we be
Shit
She said she would even do my girlfriend
She said she just wanna do her thang, be free
She said she just wanna do her thang, be free
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Do’s & Don’ts Of Young Money[Lil Wayne Talking]
The Do's and Don'ts of Young Money Cash Money
Rule fucking number 1
Don't fucking do one fucking song on a motherfucking album, get one motherfucking check, and go fucking crazy, and then get dropped from the motherfucking label, and now you got your motherfucking fans like
"What happenend to you? When you comin out?"
Ahh! ahhh!
"I'm coming out, I'm comin out!"
"Are you coming out with Wayne?"
"Nah I got my own record label"
Man what the fuck
What the fuck!!!
Don't you do that, thats a no-no
That's a young money cash money no-no
Rule... Don't go there
I don't care if a nigga gave it to you navigation, don't go there. Understand?
Rule number 2: Don't fuck with nobody's girl
And rule number 3...: Nobody has a girl
HOLLA!!!! Bitch!
Ummm, rule number 4 is to respect rule number 5
And rule number 5 is, Bitch! You try anybody round here, we gon kill ya! Ya understand?
We're not gon' fight ya
We're not gon' have Reverend Al Sharpton sit us down and talk nothing bout nothing... Nothing! (This ain't The Jeffersons)
Lord bless the dead, Pimp C gone
He ain't gon' sit us down and schedule no talks
Bitch we gon' kill ya (Rrrrrah!)
One dot com nigga (Log on!)
Log on bitch
Yeah (And stop asking to check his bags!)
Yeah don't- I hate-
Don't check-don't you ask to check nothing of mine
If I'm comin into your place of business and you scheduled for me to be there, bitch, I don't have to be there
I have a very nice home. Ya understand?
And-I-I-Boy, Look here (Hahaha)
Just don't be tryna check me dude
I ain't tryna steal or hurt anybody in none of them places
I'm rich as a motherfucker and that's the last thing I want is a confrontation or a problem
I am trying to- I am- Son, Don't check me
(Dedication 3 bitch)
Bitch! (Haha!)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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It Ain’t Me, Babe (Cover)[Verse 1]
Go away from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed (yeah)
I'm not the one you want babe
I'm not the one you need
You say you're looking for someone who's never weak
But always strong
To protect you and defend you whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door

[Chorus]
But it ain't me babe
No, no, no it ain't me babe
It ain't me you're looking for babe

[Verse 2]
Now go lightly from the ledge babe
Go lightly on the ground
See I'm not the one you want babe
I'll only let you down
You say you're looking for someone
Who will promise never to part
Someone to close his eyes for you babe
Someone to close his heart
Someone to die for you and more
[Chorus]
But it ain't me babe
No, no, no it ain't me babe
It ain't me you're looking for babe

[Verse 3]
You say you're looking for someone to pick you up each
Each time you fall
Each time you fall
To gather flowers constantly and to come
Each time you call
And will love you for your life and nothing more

[Chorus]
But it ain't me babe
No, no, no it ain't me babe
It ain't me you're looking for babe
No, no it ain't me
No, no it ain't me babe
No, no, no it ain't me babe
It ain't me you're looking for babe
It ain't me babe
It ain't me you're looking for3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Oh Yeah[Chubby]
It's Chubby Baby
Drop Top Mercedes
Hair Cut Wavy
The Black Patrick Swayze
Getting This Money (Oh Yeah)
Like It Was The Eighties (Oh Yeah)
Everything Good (Oh Yeah)
Everything Gravy (Oh Yeah)
You Know I Get Money(Yeah)
I Do It Real Big
It's Chubby Baby Ma I'm The Oh Seven Big
Guccis On My Feet
I Force Em Like I Post Em
When Your Money Reach Mine
That's When They Won't Smoke Ya
I Ride First Class
Phantoms With A Chauffeur
Bricks With A Trill Again Waiting On A Gofer (Ya Dig)
Soon The Order Finished
I'm Hopping In The Benz
I'm The Mid West Playa Boning All Ya Friends
When I Hit Magic City Make It Rain With The Ends
Then I Make It Thunder On My Neck Like Lightning
You Prayin On That Hit Play Boy Keep Writing
In The Club You
Know We Ain't Fighting
[Hook 2x]
You Get Money (Oh Yeah)
You Got Dem Honey (Oh Yeah)
You Roll Around With Cha Pockets All Chubby (Oh Yeah)
You Stay Fly (Oh Yeah)
You Dat Guy (Oh Yeah)
You Dat Dude We Can Call For Dem Fives (Oh Yeah)

[Lil Wayne]
Young mula
Cash money mafia, (yea!)
Weed and syrup

[Lil Wayne]
It's weezy baby, (who?)
Strapped like the navy, (what)
Ridin' wit a half a brick strapped to her baby, (ok)
I be getting money, run a lap if you lazy, (yea)
Grand daddy purp got me trapped like mazes, (oww!)
Bunch of diamond chains lookin' like a bunch of lasers (yea)
Understand I'm sharper than a fuckin' hellraiser, (raiser)
Bad yellow bitch on my sidekick pager
You know it's goin' down like down goes Frazier, ya dig? (A!)
Yes, and I be wit mid west chubby
But I'm from the dirty, keep it dirty like I'm playin' rugby, (ha)
Bitch ride me like a old school huffy, (what?)
Let me see you work your mouth like a fuckin' guppy, (go head)
My leather softer than brand new pair of hush puppies
My top will leave if I decide to hit the punch button, (hit it)
It's young weezy, how could I ever quit stuntin'?
Get mad, I'mma get money
[Hook 2x]
You Get Money (Oh Yeah)
You Got Dem Honey (Oh Yeah)
You Roll Around With Cha Pockets All Chubby (Oh Yeah)
You Stay Fly (Oh Yeah)
You Dat Guy (Oh Yeah)
You Dat Dude We Can Call For Dem Fives (Oh Yeah)

[Juelz Santana]
A! Dipset
Skull gang
Haha

[Juelz Santana]
Juelz baby
They see me and start cheerin
Rockstar like Santana Van Halen, yea
Burn em wit the nina
Hot head, nickname fever
Ya bitch, I Turner/Turn her like Tina, haha
Booty in the air, then I bump her like speakers
Then I get right back to puffin' my reefer, (A!)
Yes, yes I'm coke supplyin'
Best pitcher on the mound since Nolan Ryan, (ha)
I got that cheap blow
Heavyweight, I sell snow by the ski slope... come and get some
And the cars got engines like speed boats
Throw dough away like tickets to a free show, (uh)
You outside getting' re-poed, (whoa)
I'm bein' watched under the law, I'm rico (A!)
And all the chicks come to me for wood like Home Depot
I shine, you just a little star, you twinkle, (twinkle)
We make it rain for real, ya'll just sprinkle
We shut down ya hydrant, aight then (A!)
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Who[Intro]
Who? Nigga who? Who?
(I took the jet to Dubai)
(I took the jet to Milan)
Who? Nigga who?

[Pre verse 1]
I pop a xan and chill
I buy some land and chill
I pour up the deuce, promethazine juice
And sip it like chamomile
I got that whip appeal
No I got that dick appeal
My bitch ain't Brazilian
But I could bet she look way better than Miss Brazil

[Verse 1]
I took the jet to Dubai
I took the jet to Milan
I took the jet way to Africa
Shout out my nigga Akon
Oh yes, the bitches was on me
Yeah, they be respecting my mind, shit
I had a heck of a time
I got a check for my time
I David Beckham with dimes
That mean I kick it with bad ones
They put cocaine on they arm
And then they snort it when they dabbin
Hoody lying, bout he fasting
These hoes lying 'bout they juicin'
These niggas lying 'bout they stacks
Producers lying 'bout producin'
[Pre verse 2]
These artists lying 'bout they music
Me, I'm still the best rapper
I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope
I hope a bitch nigga try
I know these bitch niggas spyin'
I put that dick in her spine
I fuck that bitch in her prime

[Verse 2]
I know these bitches is dyin'
Just to be a rich nigga bride
But I tell her I'm not the one
Not the two, nor the three, four or five
I'm 'bout to eat me a juug
I'm 'bout to twist me some good
I'm in here sippin', I'm good
If it ain't Actavis then its uhhh
And my bitch got them lips and they full
And my goons got them clips and they full
And you know 'bout them triggers they pull
Yeah, you know 'bout my niggas. They wolves!
Animal kingdom, I bring them
Don't want my kingpin, I sling em
The eyes don't lie 'till you blink 'em
The iron on my side for the wrinkles
I'm high in the sky and I twinkle
The trap house came with the sprinklers
All of my homies delinquents
You ain't the plug, then you link us
[Chorus 1]
And I don't need Baby for help (Who?)
I don't need Baby for help (Nigga who?)
I don't need Baby for help (Who?)
It's every man for themself, oh Lord
I don't need Baby for help (Who?)
I don't need Baby for help (Nigga who?)
I want Arabian wealth
And I don't need Baby for help, oh Lord

[Pre verse 3]
I could care less 'bout your squad
I throw my set at your squad
I feel the best when I'm high
But these niggas; they blowin my high
I throw a check in the sky
Tell these hoes to get naked and vibe
Your hoe; she sweatin' my squad
Please get the sweat out her eye

[Verse 3]
I'm on a jet so I'm fine
I don't connect when I'm flyin'
Don't get my credit declined
Give all the credit to moms!
Don't get my niggas upset
Don't get ahead of yourself
Cause we cut the head off your neck
And put that bitch on the shelf like a elk ugh
The sheets on my bed are by Ralph
I hate having a bed to myself
And I play em the way they was dealt
I see you drinking that Hatorade, belch
You pussies should play with yourself
You snakes come make me a belt
I want Arabian wealth
And I don't need Baby for help (no)
I don't need Baby for help (no)
I don't need Baby for help (no)
I don't need Baby for help
It's every man for themself Oh Lord
Them niggas playing themselves
I just be playing the field
I just be paying them bills
I'm just a man forreal Oh Lord
And I don't need Baby for help (Who?)
I-I-I don't need Baby for help (Nigga who?)
I don't need Baby for help (Who?)
It's every man for themself Oh Lord
I don't need Baby for help (Who?)
I-I-I don't need Baby for help (Nigga who?)
I want Arabian Wealth
And I don't need Baby for help Oh Lord
[Pre verse 4]
I could care less 'bout your squad
I could care less 'bout your squad
I could care less 'bout your squad
I could care less 'bout your squad
I could care less 'bout your side
I could care less if you ride
I could care less if you die

[Verse 4]
I took the jet to Dubai
I took the jet to Milan
I took the jet to South Africa
Oh yes the weather was fine
Oh yes, the bitches was on me
Yeah, they be respecting my mind, shit
I had a heck of a time
I got a check for my time
I David Beckham with dimes
That mean I kick it with bad ones
They put cocaine on they arm
And then they snort it when they dabbin
Hoody lying, bout he fasting
These hoes lying 'bout they juicin'
These niggas lying 'bout they status
Producers lying 'bout producin'
These artists lying 'bout they music
Me, I'm still the best rapper
And I ain't have to say shit else after that
Gone

[Outro]
I took the jet to Dubai
I took the jet to Milan
I took the jet to South Africa
Oh yes the weather was fine

It's every man for themself Oh Lord
I don't need Baby for help (no)
I don't need Baby for help (no)
I want Arabian wealth
And I don't need Baby for help
Yeah I pop a xan and chill
I don't need Baby for help (Who?)
I could care less 'bout your squad (Nigga who?)
I could care less 'bout your side (who?)
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Up to Me[Verse 1]
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
Rabbit come home, why ya left us all alone?
But I'm comin man
Just wait at the gates, I'mma be runnin man
Arms open, eyes wide, full of love
You watched me come up from a scrub
Now ya see ya son ridin every day 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 Cita; Ms. Rose, Sheryl, Kevin, and plus Senitra
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

[Chorus: Turk & (Lil Wayne)]
It's up to you, Wayne, (I know) 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 (Alright Dog)
I know it's hard tryna make it but it's gon' be alright (Alright Dog)
It's up to you, Wayne, (I know) 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 (Alright Dog)
I know it's hard tryna make it but it's gon' be alright (Alright Dog)
[Verse 2]
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 payin the bills now, ah hah
Still flossin, give my audience the chills, ah hah
I got all my game from you, nigga I ain't gon' lie
But I'm still thuggin nigga, playa you think I ain't gon' ride?
But Slim and B done slowed me done and brought the talent out me
Yeah Slim and B done showed me 'round, Hummers and Jags around me
And I ain't goin' no where, that nigga stuck wit' me
And make you and my people happy, man it's up to me

[Chorus: Turk & (Lil Wayne)]
It's up to you, Wayne, (I know) 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 (Alright Dog)
I know it's hard tryna make it but it's gon' be alright (Alright Dog)
It's up to you, Wayne, (I know) 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 (Alright Dog)
I know it's hard tryna make it but it's gon' be alright (Alright Dog)
[Verse 3]
I know you know I'm thinkin' 'bout ya, you be on my mind
I know ya see me everytime, watchin yo' lil boy shine
And I know that ya see I put out my own CD
And picture this, your little boy even on TV
But I swear it's off the heezy, Weezy
Say it's cool, you can believe me, I like how they treat me
I'm doin' what ya say, don't let a nigga try me
And I don't let a fine, pretty broad get by me
Don't let nothin' pull me off track from my hobby
Oh yeah, and I don't leave my room sloppy
But the same thang make ya laugh, make ya cry
And everybody that ya love it's like they have to die
I pray to the Lord everyday and ask him why
And ask him to bless your soul everytime I pass by
I know he doin' it, and leavin all the love to me
And I'mma prove it, and show ya daddy, it's up to me

[Chorus: Turk & (Lil Wayne)]
It's up to you, Wayne, (I know) 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 (Alright Dog)
I know it's hard tryna make it but it's gon' be alright (Alright Dog)
It's up to you, Wayne, (I know) 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 (Alright Dog)
I know it's hard tryna make it but it's gon' be alright (Alright Dog)
[Outro: Lil Wayne & Turk]
Look, Rabbit...nigga love you bruh
I mean it's up to me man
Just watch over me
And it's gon' be all gravy man
Slim and B, treat me all good
Everythang else be all good (Alright dog)
Love you dog...
Rest in peace ya heard me
I'll be there, in the future

([Turk] Outro)
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Off The Docks[Intro: Raj Smoove]
This shit right here
Bout to shut down the whole 4 Quarter
Young Money, LilWeezyAna
And I am (Raj Smoove)
(The greatest DJ in the world!)
Capo, what up

[Hook: Capo]
Nonstop
Youngun all around the clock
Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks
It don't stop
Uhuh, I won't quit
Say blood, you talkin money?
Then umm, count me in
Nonstop
Youngun all around the clock
Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks
It don't stop
Uhuh, I won't quit
Say blood, you talkin money?
Then umm, count me in

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Look
I hustle silk
Like I sell satin
And these niggas hustlin backwards
Like Pig Latin
Dear Captain
I'm too fast for these fucks
Man, the only time I see 'em
Is when I'm passin 'em up
That's right
I run laps around the block
For the guap
All I need is a gunshot
And a watch
I see the finish line
I've seen it plenty times
Them niggas been behind
Them niggas spittin rhymes
For me it's business time
Yea, love and hate
I walk the thinnest line
And I point a AK
Right at the witness line
I'm on the paper chase
Fuck what they say
The only date marked on my calendar is payday
And you could never get it free like AJ
But I could get you more keys than Dre Day
All I do is call Capito Bergante
I just gotta call Capito Bergante
[Hook]
Nonstop
Youngun all around the clock
Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks
It don't stop
Uhuh, I won't quit
Say blood, you talkin money?
Then umm, count me in
Nonstop
Youngun all around the clock
Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks
It don't stop
Uhuh, I won't quit
Say blood, you talkin money?
Then umm, count me in


[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I never stop grindin
Even if Simon
Said it
I'm tryna clean up like an edit
And if anything comes in town we let it
If not we get it and put your life on credit
Jetted
Up the block
Did the cop
After the kid
With the rock
In his sock
Fuck the neighborhood watch
As soon as enough money is in my knot
I'm yellin "Who got them keys"
Like the game's on lock
My aims on, I'm locked
Like I spot
But my eyeballs are gunshots, they pop
Outta my head
When you show me the bread
And I bet I could get a chicken
If you sold me an egg
Have ho's walk the strip
Like they owed me a leg
And it's money over bitches
No Al and Peg
Bundy
And on Monday
I ain't thinkin bout Tuesday
Cause anyday could be my doomsday
I'm a hustla
[Hook]
Nonstop
Youngun all around the clock
Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks
It don't stop
Uhuh, I won't quit
Say blood, you talkin money?
Then umm, count me in
Nonstop
Youngun all around the clock
Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks
It don't stop
Uhuh, I won't quit
Say blood, you talkin money?
Then umm, count me in


[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Shit yeah
Money machines
Big stacks of money in jeans
Never ridin on teens
These is grown folk
That I'm sittin' on ho
Fuck with a President
Like Marilyn Monroe
Evidence won't show
What I really know
Forealla
I'm a gorilla
And they're billy goats
I'm rare with the flow
I'm air with the flow
That mean I'm
Here
There
Everywhere with the flow
[Hook]
Nonstop
Youngun all around the clock
Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks
It don't stop
Uhuh, I won't quit
Say blood, you talkin money?
Then umm, count me in
Nonstop
Youngun all around the clock
Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks
It don't stop
Uhuh, I won't quit
Say blood, you talkin money?
Then umm, count me in


[Outro: Raj Smoove]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Leanin’ Low{LIl Wayne- Verse 1}
Im walkin thru the street
Wit 24s on my feet
A nigga got whips
Like a farmer got sheep
And as a matter fact
I got sheeps like a farmer man
I ain't playin
I jus bought a brand new lamb
T tops like a old trans am
Pull up at the light on a bitch like BAM
N from the side view she still kno who I am
A smokin nigga and bobbin my head to my jam
Im prolly on that deaf
Im prolly on that cam
All pink diamonds lookin like spam
All white porshe lookin like the clam
All white seats lookin like a gram
You cannot stop a flow
Not even wit a dam
Im fresher than a mufucka
Cleaner than a sham
And a bitch couldn't pass me
If she crammed
An what I am im (im sittin on 24's)
[Chubby Baby- Verse 2]
Six speed coupes the only thing that the boy order
Im paid n full so im stuntin like rich porter
Y pull up 2 the club in a charger
When I can pull up in a damn super charger
No tints chromed out chub super larger
My money sittin high
Ya money leanin low
U need 2 play the lotto
Cuz u need the dough
C ya in the lotta
Cuz I b the dough
Artermarv standout like a pornstar
My maserati roxy reynolds thats my porn car
So take ya top off
And ya bra off while I wait to the telly right here it pop off
And to the dealer n drop that loot
500 cash on drop and coupe
And shorty that im wit yea she drop dead cute
But she kno that my coupe is (sittin on 24's)

[Juelz Santana- Verse 3]
I told ya
I roll on dub
4's
N I gets much love
Red diamonds on me
The color of cold blood
White diamonds on me
The color of soap sudds
Light brown leather like im sittin on mud
We might bust caps
But we never ride hubbs
Pocket full of leaf
Car full of wood like im ridin in a tree
But im higher than a tree
I ain't flyer than a bird
But im ridin on a wing
And a bird can fly until u can't see his wings (haha)
Big car
Big rims
Sucker what
Lips pokin out
Look like they puckered up (Gimme Kiss)
N I b ridin by myslf
Leanin so low you think my car was drivin by itself
N when I sail through the street
I do it bigger than Shaquille O'neal's feet (sittin on 24's)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Tevin[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Now a Queen, once a Princess
Let's make a Princess
And you know time is money, time to invest
Talkin’ shit to her, without bad breath
Told her "I could take you there without MapQuest"
Thinking "Should I fall back, or forward progress?"
You know love is hard to swallow, and digest
Pause
She gon' have to take my love from me
But if I fall for her, you could call me clumsy
If I hit it and crash, I'm a crash dummy
I might just eat her up, I got an empty stomach
And you know drinking is bad, on an empty stomach
So we both get drunk, and just eat each other
We in the bedroom, I guess it’s one of those
I think you overdressed, in your underclothes
I confess to you, give my best to you
I told my last name, I'm tryna give an S to you
I think you a beast, without a leash
You could ride me, baby, like I'm the streets
I got a black eye, from your heartbeat
Make me change my lifestyle, call Robin Leach
I'm ready

[Chorus: Tevin Campell "I'm Ready" Sample]
I'm ready, (you know I'm ready)
To love you (to love you)
Forever (forever)
Hey love now
Come and love me forever more
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, we just thuggin, illin'
Puffin, chillin' on some shit that make us touch the ceilin’
If it’s just a feel feelin, what a feelin'
We invest in power, we progress like flowers
We’re in love, now we need something else to conquer
We go Casablanca, I'm your vagina monster
You know I get in that pussy and go Waka Flocka
Sexual healing, you know I'm your doctor
I'm a kill it, and I hit you with that Johnny Cochran
I’m the hottest topic, when you and your girlfriend talkin'
Tell her how I knock it, until we exhausted
You give me sloppy toppy, I eat it till I'm nauseous
I beat it like percussion, the neighbors think we arguing
Cupid hit the target, we use the whole apartment
They knockin' at the door, and she answer that bitch naked
She make me get an erection in a split second
She do tricks with her tongue, they so impressive
Am I trickin' too? um, that's a trick question
She asked me am I finna cum, that's a dick question
And she ain't fuckin' with you bums, give her indigestion
Can't you tell I've been ready?
Holla at her, Tevin

[Chorus: Tevin Campell "I'm Ready" Sample]
I'm ready, (you know I'm ready)
To love you (to love you)
Forever (forever)
Hey love now
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Gangstas and Pimps[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen
This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch
I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you brother
And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm
That just burn baby, burn baby, burn
Pop open a malt liquor
Smoke something until your scalp gets killed

[Hook x2: Jazze Pha]
Gangstas and pimps
Love lobsters and shrimps
Kool-Aid and chicken
Flashy things and women
All I need
Is Remy and weed
Somebody not afraid
To co-sign for my Escalade

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm just pimping baby you got a rule for me
Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me
Hey you gotta get high and go low for me
It's Cash Money young money never know money
It's 500 Degreez it's not four buddy
And the dro got me so scummy
And to drum hole a whole hundred
Can I put a whole hundred in your whole tummy
Hehe, man Weezy's a legend
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level that's so terrific
I'm in this bitch hold your pictures
And hold your bitches cuz she gon want a part of me
Cuz she never see the roof of my car with me
And you never see a tooth without a diamond on it
This is game at its finest homie
Peep it
[Hook: Jazze Pha]

[Verse 2: Baby (Lil Wayne)]
See I was born from a gangsta, pa gave me a whip
Ran numbers with pimps and I laid down cents
One of a kind Birdman I shine
22's on it? The bitch ain't mine
I taught her the game ma, I gave it all to her
Weezy Wee my son I give it all to him
(The Birdman junior I'm the son of a stunna)
Mannie Fresh, Jazze Phezzy this our summer
500 Degreez got rich off the four
Cadillac slant back cut side elbow
Cadillac smoke dro just me and the ho
Flash from hard times from that coke and dope
Put cars in moms name just to duck white folks
We eat lobster and shrimp, nigga park that Lambo
I'm a V.I.P. nigga, pop bottles of Mo
I pray that one day I'll open a better door

[Hook: Jazze Pha]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Ain't no mountain high enough
To me for cuz I keep on buying fi-fi stuff
And the Eastside where we pump
It's my part of New Orleans
Bleed for ya I'm the heart of New Orleans
Hear you're fucking with a gangsta foe
Hope you never close your eyes I'll bang your ho
All she need is some guidance I'll tame your ho
It's big pimping over here man yeah man
If she looking for a daddy see the lil man
Weezy Baby, don't fool yourself you need me baby
Easy baby, I'm just trying to keep my bread cheesy baby
Slick when I spit shit right
26-inch got a deep-dish ma
Sweet as mami lips when I'm creeping by
Baby gave me wings just to keep me fly
Weezy I, hell yeah
And I'm rolling with them
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I Like Dat[Intro]
Can I speak on how I feel y'all?
Let my heart do the talking
Listen up princess

[Verse 1]
I wake up in the morning, take a knee and thank God
Then go to the mirror, look myself in the eyes
Today I didn't wake up with a woman on my side
Yesterday I didn't wake up with a woman on my side
Neither the day before that, nor before that
I just remember the moments, call me Kodak
And know that I do miss ya
But it's your denial that I must hold against ya
Since you been gone
I have been all alone
But alone is steroids, 'cause it made me strong
Girl, hair gone in the wind
You cheated on God's son, baby girl, that's a sin
But I forgive you
But I can't give you
Another chance, ma, you're in my rearview
And I put that ring on your finger, I was all in
But now it's just a symbol of what could've been
Goddamn
[Hook 1]
And now I'm by myself, but
(I like it)
Damn, she left me all by myself, but
(I like it)

[Verse 2]
Yo
I love my niggas, no homo
I swear I hope they all get cheese, like Digiorno
And something 'bout the Hot Boys that you don't know
I got a lot of love for 'em that I don't show
And B.G. been my nigga since the front do'
I hope Chopper City Records blow, fo sho'
And me and Juvey never really got along
But you still would let your nigga
Come get on your hottest song
Damn, I fuck with ya for that
I fuck with ya Lil Wack
And me and Skip go back
When you see a real nigga you gotta tip your hat
And since I'm a real nigga, I do just that
I had my own lawyer working on Turk's case
After I heard him dissing me on the mixtape
'Cause he's locked up and I'm free
He got a lot more to worry about than me
I ain't trippin'
[Hook 2]
Y'all niggas left me by myself, but I can't front
(I like it)
And so, now I became the President
Of the spot y'all left me at
A lot has changed, but, I can't front
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Put The Light On MeShining in this bitch, I got them bitches on my swizzag
Swagger on Bruce Lee - kung fu - kickass
Come through in a coupe, make that money hoola-hoop
Triple OG kush, eyes low as Lucy Liu
Got them hoes going crazy like now they goin West
Got that chopper in the car, stashed by the arm rest
Put the light on me, It look right on me
And tell them bitches they can get one night only
Tunechi be my name.. but you already know that
I already hit it: girl, that pussy throwback
Weezy fucked the world: now how's that for romance?
Weezy go Rocky, Rambo, Conan
Diamond in the rough: light this muthafucka up
Life in the fast lane: bitch, buckle up
On "my life, my life, my life, my life" shit
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I Know the Future (feat. Mack Maine)Young money mothaf**ka
Uhh huh
Thats right
Now dont you know
Ima beast
Eastside
Up in tha beat

||Verse 1||
Straight from the bottom of the cut
I give it to these bitch niggas like momma taught me
One man with no weopon at war, but im an army
My flow is capital attention lieutenant your penit pension
And they demolished that invention
You better get your dollars up
And guess what, i was up
I get my cheese like mickey mouse
Or else you better donald duck
Like a shooting range target
I get all kinda bucks
Be my shooting range target
Nigga i got good luck
Nigga bye bye good luck
Got your momma shook up
Lil bad ass nigga, who thought popeye wasn't tough
Im on that lala twist it up
Im on that syrup slow it down
And i like four freeks too, and i ain't young jock but its going down
I buy that marijuana field, then i just smoke it down
Big bad wolf yes i just blow it down
No homo and to holly grove i will hold it down
Like a circle of knives i got the sharpest flow around
||Chorus||
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know they can't f**k with me cuz im da center of tha world)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)

Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know they can't f**k with me cuz im da center of tha world)

||Verse 2||
Bitch im Mack Maine
I got tha heart of a king, blood of a slave
Feel like i been there before, my second time to the grave
But its one life to live, thats why im gettin paid
Off a flow thats priceless, i just got it appraised
Spit like i need a raise
Blaze as i gaze, at the stars and ask the lord
Why the culprit at the pall pit
It make me sick to my stomach
Thats why i rap, like a pregnant woman i dont spit i vomit
So pay homage me and wayne two G's
Like twenty hundreds
And we keep the semi's blunted
And we live like brothas from anotha
So f**k with him and mack gonna react like you did me something
Thats a hint to you David
Throwin shots at Goliath
This the new testament, where the victor is tha giant
So you should get your way and lose the hate
Remember males shouldn't be jealous, thats a females trait
||Chorus||
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know they can't f**k with me cuz im da center of tha world)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know they can't f**k with me cuz im da center of tha world)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Wish You Would[Intro]
Look look look - don't play with me
Look look look
Huh? Huh? Look

[Verse 1]
Let's get the pistols out the trunk, let's get ready to bust bang!
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 Weezy Wee, 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'mma hit the block and borrow 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

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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 five
In heat, dog? It's your life or me, dog
On four tires, or feet, dog
I still be on the block sweepin'
Nobody is not sleepin'
Got me in all black with a gun in a palm
Run in his home, start shootin', hit his son in the dome
Dummy, it's on - ain't gon' be no relaxin' and stuff
Cause when I come through mashin' the truck, I'm blastin' a pump
And passin' a blunt - me circle once to see if he dead
Gotta be sure cause niggas promised me a ki if he dead
But, dog, you get it raw if you war with the kid
I'll push your baby momma car off the bridge
Huh?!

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
You might catch me with bandanas and strapped T
On the back street of your block in the back seat
I'mma cap three at the first coward I up and see
I'mma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet
When I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach
Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral Sunday
Nigga shouldn't've played tough - wouldn't've got his head bust
Now your whole livin' room is full of pink and red stuff
Now you're gatted up, full of that vodka and weed added up
Fresh platted up, your T-shirt all tatted up
Crack in the tongue of my kicks
Plus I got a gun on my hip, and I'm runnin' the strip
I know you see me: Little Weezy kill 'em all easy
A hundred rounds from the chopper leave 'em real sleepy
You know how we be smellin' weedy up in our clothes
Cutthroatin', connivin' killers, but that's all I know
Huh? Huh? Huh?

[Chorus]
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
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
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
[Outro]
Niggas bet' not play with me
Look, uh-huh (uh-huh uh-huh)
Look look look
Look look look
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93 94 Baby[Hook]
And when they hear that new Weezy
All the dough boys go crazy
And watch the dough boys go crazy
Weezy f. ya heard yea I do it for the money baby that's my word
And when they hear that new weezy it remind them of that old baby
93 94 baby yea before the stunna yea the real bird man
I'm the Birdman Jr

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, jumped in the game as a youngin' no sisters no brothers
All i had was some money (yea)
Learn how to work the stove and the oven
In the kitchen tryin' make a 20 turn in to a 100 (yea)
The pot runnin over wit hot water
Throw a 8 ball in it watch it come back harder (harder)
The come back kid come back carter yea
That's what they screamin' loud as Aretha
And for them Franklins we pop at the ceaser
Ridin round with the whole block with the speakers (yea)
We in Miami we stoppin at teasers (yea)
Have a cigar and a shot of tequila (patron)
I use to wear two socks with my sneakers (hey)
Back when i was puttin all my rocks in my sneakers
Yea but now i'm rockin ya speakers
I'm all grown up now i'm rockin with divas yea
I could rock 'em to sleep
But I rather be at home straight rockin the kibeler
I'm up in traffic bobbin and weavin
I'm in and out like pussy and penis
It's lunch time I'm a cook up genious(yea)
20 for Serena 10 for the Venus
Yea i can get ya higher then a tennis skirt
Never filled out a application got plenty work
[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I'm lookin at 24 bricks on the counter
I'll make them dissapear in 24 hours (gone)
(yea) i'm really so honest that hot boy shit it's really so behind us
We on some new shit you niggas can't find us
That's like lookin in the rough for a diamond
We might hook a nigga up on consignment
And for the rest his life we keep an eye on 'em
Bussiness bad, fuck you pay me
Oh you had a fire, fuck u pay me
I'm might run through 80 in a week
But i can make a quarter million dollars off 1 street
Top in the game off one feet
Then i landed on two and i walked on through
What can you do when you living like me
Get fly in the house leave the pimpin in the street
As quiet as a mouse when you dippin through the street
If you lookin for some work you probably run into me
And on the humble the number still cheap
But the judge got numbers for a nigga to steep
Yea from a youngin to a g
Weezy baby from bundle to a key

[Hook]
And when they hear that new weezy all the dough boys go crazy
And watch the dough boys go crazy
Weezy f. ya heard yea i do it for the money baby that's my word
And when they hear that new weezy it remind them of that old baby
93 94 baby yea before the stunna yea the real bird man
I'm the bird man jr
[Verse 3: Birdman]
I remember havin' a mouth full a gold outta control
And jumped in this game upon one roll
And got the game off the floor got the game on the low
Nigga cookin this raw dope
Never thought when i see the light i'll see the limo tints grindin with the street strips
This the family homie where g's man up with the hammers on 'em
I'm where the danger be nigga where eye contact will get you natural beef bitch
Nigga where lil g's have big straps back in the game nigga the g's had the big macs yea
Call your national guard niggas cause we don't give a fuck well pull yo car nigga shit
And had a g4 iced up loaded with bitch niggas stunna islands same night
And i remember when i first saw puff nigga i was in the projects camouflaged up nigga
Like fuck them shiny suits we hood nigga white tee's is what we do
Yea we young and tough nigga fuck the other foes man we's is standin up
Nigga jumped in the same lane same niggas all shouting out the same thing
Like 93 wasn't a shame a nigga playin with me and i'll bust his mother f**kin brain
I'll cook a thing nigga give it to the lil homie keep the change nigga
Deep boys deep in the flame know it ain't nothing but the bling bling king
Certified of made man me and the j.r so kiss a nicca pinky ring

[Hook]
And when they hear that new weezy all the dough boys go crazy
And watch the dough boys go crazy
Weezy f. ya heard yea i do it for the money baby that's my word
And when they hear that new weezy it remind them of that old baby
93 94 baby yea before the stunna yea the real bird man
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Watcha Wanna Do[Intro]
What
What?
Nigga, huh?
Huh?
Nigga, what?
What?!
What?
Check!

[Verse 1]
I'm shootin', flee
Pollutin' you and your niggas, betta run from me
Comin' through and I'm strapped... 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 out braids, now go figure
What? I'm 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!
[Chorus]
Now, nigga, what?! Huh?! (What?!)
Nigga, watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, huh?! What?! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, I say what?! Huh?! Huh?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, huh?! What?! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!

[Verse 2]
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 your way from 'round me
Lil' soldier in all black off-a A.N.E
Apple N' Eagle, my nigga, so ain't no play in me
Yeah, I may be... a lil' small and all that
But I'm 'bout war, totin' a gat, flippin' a car and all that
Now freeze! Me and my g's hitch your hood like fleas
Soldier rag, black 'Bauds, white T's, and Ree's
Please, tell me that you was fulla weed
When you said you want beef
Cause I don't think nonna ya'll famileez wan' see ya'll bleed
I know what tha hell it be
Ya'll niggas don't listen up when we speak
I be ten-deep
Lettin' 223's chop trees
Rabbit told me not to be weak, and let a nigga play me
So he... who take tha biggest bite, lose all-a his teeth
Hook up wit Juve, Turk, and B.G
Open niggas like ki's
G... I bet some g's, boy, can't wet a HB
Or Steve's... CMB's make the scene off the heez
All ya'll beef-b's be deceased when we ride...with g's!
[Chorus]
Nigga, what! Huh! What!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, what, nigga, what?! Nigga, huh?!
Watcha wanna do?!
I say what! Huh! What!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, what! Huh?!
Nigga, watcha wanna do?!

[Verse 3]
Look, dog... you can be stupid if ya want, watch, it be war
Or all you drive tha car, I hit tha block and.. cut 'em off
Whole nation gon' fall... when Wayne spins tha cut
Guns up, nigga, what!... I clutch and bust
Niggas duck and hide... when.. I.. ride
I load tha forty-five, and explode on your side
My niggas, Mike and Mario, they got them 2's for me
And I spin a nigga ben until he use ta me
I'm on a 3000-dollar duck.. on your block, just waitin'
Nonna dem niggas could take me, I was too in-tox-i-cat-ed
But, nigga, if you want war with me, busta be 'bout your issue
Hit your set with.. my nigga with them things ta split cha
Picture a lil' nigga dressed in black... with a big ole gun
In front your house, shootin', (baahhh!!!).. hollerin' out, "Nigga
What?!"
[Chorus]
Nigga, what! Huh! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, what! Huh! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, I say huh?! What?!
Nigga, watcha wanna do?!
Have me in all black, bustin' back at your crew!
Now I say, what! Huh! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!
I say, huh?! What?!
Nigga, watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, what?! Huh?!
Nigga, watcha wanna do?!
Have me in all black, bustin' at your crew!
What! What! What!
Huh?! Huh?!
Nigga nigga nigga, what ch'all want?
Nigga, what ch'all niggas wan' do?
Nigga, what?!... Huh?!... Huh?!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Da DroughtWeezy F Baby, F ya ladies so quick so fast
No lines, no laughs, just wine and grass
And sometimes they might lie in grass
Whatchu know bout getting coke sucked off my dick then put it in her ass?
I'm nasty huh? But she like that shit though
So I like that trick ho but never wife that bitch, no
But never mind that bitch though, got plenty more
Hen' and Mo', women know.. Weezy Deuce Bigalow
So tell ya crew hello
The game come with the boy, the boy come with the game bitch I'm a Game Boy
She from across the club, I got range boy
DJ let her know I came and she came
White as cane in the Range, drop-drop on the thangs like stop, pop, chop and slang
Yeah mayne, cop, pop, chop and slang where the cops not dropping a thang
Fi, told me to milk it, I did and he said I killed it, so now we both filfthy, brother ya gotta feel me?
And brother you gotta kill me if you want me to ever stop drillin this real shit in ya ears bitch
And Here's this new thang, SQ Wayne, SQ Gang
They hustlin', they thuggin' man1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Shine (Extended Remix)[Mannie Fresh]
Wuuuun (Whaa-Whaa-Whaa-Whaa)
Check me out (Come on)
Cash Money Millionaires
Check me out

[Lil Wayne]
Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit lots of change
You can catch me in an aqua range, and I'm squattin things
With them twenty-two inch chopper blades
Diamond face wit tha diamond brace
Aye, more colors than the game Simon Says
Go lights out
And mami on forty-fifth she said she "Diked Out"
And she ain't like too much of stick, but got tha right mouth
So I took it anyway
But aye I'm a playa, don't need ya (ughh) anyway
OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin
All these karats like I'm some kinda vegetarian
If they play, I bury them, y'all already knowin
I threw up my arm and really thought it started snowin
See I'm a keep it goin, Big Tymin, you heard's me?
Aye I got cake like everyday my birthday
Wait, I don't think they heard me
I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) - Skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's
(Shine) - Check my baby mamma
(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas
(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine) - Don't know when I'm comin home
(Shine) - Doin X and drank Cris'
(Shine) - My life is tha shhh...

[Mack 10]
I rock em all, brown rocks to baguettes
I bang and ball, like blood and crypt sets
On Lear Jets, I'm done and dirty and so flossy on tha scene
I'm ridin on dub dueces wit TV screens
And my garge is full of rag tops and candy paints
(Baby: Tha new Bently out?)
If I don't got it, it ain't
Cause my grind is to shine, I'm as real as they come
And In case you didn't know, I'm tha man where I'm from
Ask em who rock ice on tha west (Baby: They say Mac)
Ask em who gotta scared wearin vests (Baby: They say Mac)
Ask em who got like thirty cars (Baby: They say Mac)
Ask em who got strip, scars, and bars (Baby: They say Mac)
Man I'mma whole lot richer since tha for life scence
Went countin myself, to a money machine
I'mma get till I can't, wit tha U.P.T
It's chicken hawk, Whoo-Bangin out tha Dub-S-C
[Hook]

(Mikkey)
Now introducin Mikkey, you could find me crusin tha city
Black X-5, wit four dymes wit me, Y'all feel me
Down wit CMR, so you know my cash is long
Brains, I ain't even gotta ask it's on
Come on, tha ice is blue, the remey is red
Haters turn green, queens wanna give me some head
Still I'm quick to pop two in tha feds
Ya know I been hungry my whole life, so I'm due for some bread
Go head, name another click that could rap above us
A bunch of millionaires walkin wit our gats in public
Cats love it, boosie broads deny it
They step to tha store to buy it, go home and bump it in private
And you know me, I'm low key
Nothin special, just a pinky ring, a Roley, a lil ice on tha bezel
And when I drive by, I can't help doin tha drive-by
Cause my rims be killin haters, every time I ride by

[Hook]

[Christina]
Look, I got shoes, boots, coops wit missin roofs
Chris stackin, even when I'm in tha booth
Got charms and charms, you can call me tha bomb
And you can call me Deep Blow, cause tha smoke under my arm
Got Royces on vogues, countin banks rolls
Even y'all hoes is sendin me roses
I'm nasty and iced up, call me Nicisty
On a bike or in a truck, yeah what you like me
Shoes, bags call me Parda
Haters never mess wit me, don't call me nuda (Ha-Ha)
I sip dun, call me Lady Don
Rock leather on my Harley, call me tha Bomb
Brought a new Coup, painted it baby blue
Got it new shoes sittin on twenty-two's
(Mannie Fresh)
Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun (wha-wha)
Ya Heardz, sittin on twenty-two's

[Hook]

[Baby]
I'mma stunna, a band new colorful hummer
A Benz, I could ride everyday of tha summer
Brought a Jag for my baby girl, surrounded right
Wit nothin but ice, new whip wit Barda pipes
I could shine when I wanna, buy a ride when I wanna
Cook a brick, cut it up and sell dime if I wanna
Just scored a PT and I streched it quick
Big rims, six tires, candy paintin it slick
Put tha ice on tha shelf until you match my wrist
Golf ball earrings, thirty karats a lick
Got Brian in a mink, got Pearl in a mink
Carivan Excersen, twenty inches look deep
Catch me on tha lake wit a flock of freaks
Me and Mannie tearin it down, cause we love tha streets
Gotta barbecue poppin, bouta cook up tha meat
Fa sho baby girl laced wit ice and mink

[Hook]

[Stone]
I hold it down like and what
Brown and Tan stunnas
Platinum matchin wrists like I broke some handcuffs
Drivin a CL-6
Ridin wit Bear's clique
Tha block done got hot, I'm slingin them raw bricks
We givin them haters trouble
They I was seachin rubber
Lil wodie steady bouncin in a brand new Bubble
Cop rocks like small mountains
Hit blocks wit four ounces
You know you can't stop our watery, we got out own fountain

[Lac]
You can catch me in tha Di-ablo, on chrome wit tha top missin
Tha ring, tha piece, tha chain, and tha watch glistenin
All in a drop Bentley on twenty-two inches
Wit no note, and I sure ain't rent this
Here come Lac and he stuntin, stuntin
Ridin up tha lake on Super Sunday
When I come through I'm tryna jump in somethin
Sound at fifty, and I'm bumpin, bumpinEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Cry[Hook]
(I,I,I, dont want you to see me cry)
[Lil Wayne]
Yea
Rest In Peace Lil Naughty
Fuck you bitches, Coppers
Yea, You laughing
Now is the time to stop
(I,I,I, dont want you to see me cry)
Yea, You Understand?
(I,I,I, dont want you to see me cry)
This here's real man
Harsh but hard
If you can't take it
You damn sure can't take the weight

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Momma had to hustle cause my pop was jive
Momma had 1 son 2 jobs
What a woman! Come from where the women gotta work like men
So we ain't need dad we got money like him
No school clothes no child support
And next year I'll probably be up in a Robb Report
I'm important so is my clique I'm riding for them
God lead us not into dividing waters
Guide my daughter see that she walk a straight one
Them fake guys, please see that she don't date one
I live positive stay away from snitches, haters and broke niggas with they face hung
All the folks are ready for whenever that day come
Got a cool two million hiding until that case comes see me just a a riding to the bass drum
So if you feel me put ya blunts in the air
And blaze one and don't cry
[Hook]
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)
Pass the weed lemme take it to the head
Hope the smoke turn my eyes red, my eyes red cause
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)
And if you happen to see a tear that don't mean I'm afraid baby I'm just a man
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)
Pass the weed lemme take it to the head
Hope the smoke turn my eyes red, my eyes red cause
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)
I pop me a pill so I don't feel the pain just to tell y'all this shit
For the hood!
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I'm on the grind like all the time
I got money but murder don't cost a dime
So I'm flossing mine and if jacking me cross ya mind you done lost ya mind
All sorts and kinds of car jewels clothing
I'm looking like a porcupine
How sharp am I?
But niggas wanna bring out the dark in I
But me I'm so bright I keep walking by
Keep barking hater yeah ya talk a lot but me I'm at the top and I ain't talking down
Man they acting like they don't know I'm from Apple & Eagle
But the eagle will bust ya apple fo sho
So I'm gonna let it rock
Until they let Bubba out the cell block
Ima hold it down let the whole bottles pop
And light the weed up
Straighten ya collar
Fix ya G up and don't cry!
[Hook]
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)
Pass the weed lemme take it to the head
Hope the smoke turn my eyes red, my eyes red cause
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)
And if you happen to see a tear that don't mean I'm afraid baby I'm just a man and
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)
I remember the look on your face momma when them doctors told you I made it your son is gonna be aight he made it
I remembered then they come in there and they asked me did I wanna see you
I told them no
I was only scared
This some crazy shit
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)

[Verse 3]
I got shot when I was 12
Lost my pop when I was 14
Shot again at 20 will I shake these old dreams
Lord wake me up to holy water on my face and 3 blood drops dried on the side of my eyes
Why we gotta kill our own kind when we rise
Got me looking down the ladder now when I climb
Pulling up on my nephews
And they don't wanna drive
They wanna learn how to work the tool
And who am I not to do the duty
Just think if pops advice get sent from black ink
And that stinks but homie that's real
And in the hood even steaks smell bad on the grill
I remember when if you was a hustler you was a winner
Now that's like raking up leaves in the winter
And that ain't even cool to miss a few summers
Shit
I'll take a bite out the onion like
Fuck it!
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)
And won't cry
(Hook)
Hope the smoke turn my eyes red, my eyes red cause
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)
And if you happen to see a tear that don't mean I'm afraid baby I'm just a man and
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)
Pass the weed lemme take it to the head
Hope the smoke turn my eyes red, my eyes red cause
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)
And straight level vodka's the potion, makes me spill my emotion and
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)
Keep on coming with that gangsta music young Weezy got that mother fucking gangsta music
Yo so ride to to it y'all and vibe to it y'all
Hey and
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)
Keep on coming with that gangsta music young Weezy got that mother fucking gangsta music
Yo so ride to to it y'all and vibe to it y'all
Hey
Real talk real rap right here for ya
Uh huh
Young Maine rapping wit me
Ro, D.I, My nigga Trill Real coming to the hospital
Lil bootie bitch getter
Yes sir
(I,)
Young Mal, Young Capo Young Tanz on the back
Ya!
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)
You already know
Birdman I see ya
You already know ya son got this
I appreciate the step up in office
(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry)
Yeah that shit almost made me cry
But you know presidents don't cry right?
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I Feel Me[Intro]
Bitch, I feel me!
Yeah, ahh!
I got the game mad
And I ain't talkin' 'bout homie in L.A. neither
[Verse]
I say, I got so much money, man I don't know what to do with it
I was thinkin' 'bout gettin' some and lettin' you spend it
Aye, I do it way bigger than you did it
I'm sittin' on them Jordans, must be the shoes in it
I get rude, ignorant, cruel, really cruel
When it rains it storm, get in the pool, silly
Who really, want it with us?
Homeboy, you trippin' you gon' fall and bust
Yo' ass - I could rap fast but I like slower better
Why? Cause bitch, I'm on the four or better
Fly-y-y-y, with no feathers
And if you don't know good, you gon' know better
Yeah, I'm talkin' Young Money only
Weezy a.k.a. I Got Enough Money On Me
Yeah, and ya'll niggas phony
I got some bullets with ya'll pictures on them
Haha, ya'll don't really want me
And I blast off on beat
And she make you leave
And you just do you, and she just do me
Tunechi!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Redbone GirlYoung Weezy We and Eric B, aha
And I love all women (if you know what I mean)
Yes lord, I love them dark, I love them light
Short, tall, thick, thin and back one more again (alright)
But there's this one particular situation I need to tell you all about

I met a honey about a week ago
I got a little but I need some more
I ain't the only one to learn her curves
Matter of fact, forget what you heard
She's all, she's all that and more, oh yeah
Yes she is
Her reputation ain't squeaky clean
A little gossip ain't phasing me
So go ahead say what you want
You can give a damn, but I don't
Cause I'm gone, I'm already gone
Yes I am
Don't you know she's

She's my, redbone girl
A bitter sweet, but she's my world
Coffee cream, thick and lean
My redbone girl, redbone girl, yeah

Our baby hail from the Oakland Bay
Got an east coast vibe but a southern mind
A devil mind with an angel face
She'll leave and make a nonbeliever pray
For a chance, just to get some something
Yes she will
Uhh, you don't know what you do to me
But you're killing the girls in my history
I need a shot just to let her hit
She give me 2 when I need a fix
Lord knows I've tried, but I swear I can't quit
Don't you know she's my
She's my, redbone girl
Redbone but she's my world
Have you seen, my chocolate dream
My redbone girl, redbone girl
She's my, redbone girl
A bitter sweet, but she's my world
Coffee cream, thick and lean
My redbone girl, redbone girl, ooh

I like the long hair thick redbone
I do it so right, she say I'm dead wrong
And now she in love, like phase on
Now I'm in my zone, I got her head spinning, spinning like a cyclone
And it's them red women at my red eye zone
I'm high and my girl high yella
Fine as wine, put her in a wine cellar
Roses are red, do you mind if I smell them
What can you do, Consuela, Consuela
I like them light skin, lighter than a feather
And if she red hot, I'm biting that pepper
Tighter than my leather pants, let them say
She the same color as my flag – suwoo

She's my, redbone girl
Redbone, she's my world
Have you see, my milk chocolate dream
My redbone girl, redbone girl, yeah
She's my, redbone girl
A bitter sweet, but you know she's my world
Coffee cream, thick and lean
Redbone girl, my redbone girl, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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The Best in the Business[Spoken: Lil Wayne]
That's right, you already know what the fuck it is, man. Weezy F. motherfuckin' Baby, bitch. I know you love me man! A nigga hating? Believe that, man. This right here is the Dedication 2, D2! Drama! Dramatic and the Aphilliates, man. I appreciate everything y'all does for me. I'ma do it for y'all, man. Open your motherfuckin' ears, sit back, and watch what I do. That's right! The President, baby! Right now, I ain't doing nothing but getting money, man. I'm just moving, man. I'm loving what we do. I'm Cash Money, Young Money to my heart, man. I can't complain, y'all. I can't complain. I love y'all, man. That's all it's about right now for Lil Weezy, man. I'm just— I'm just being Lil Weezy, man. Weezy Baby, man. So, like I said, man, we gon' get into this shit, man. We gon' do it how we do. Let's go!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Inkredible (Remix)[Verse 1: Thugga]
I pop some Percocets
Then I pop some Xanax
Sitting back, strapped, cocked
Plotting on your man next
Jack a nigga for his work
And stretch it like some Spandex
He hesitate, I spray and leave him
Like a Tampex – oops, I meant a Tampax
Bitch, I keep that anthrax
I can get your man wacked, for a couple Tan packs
Shoot off your Sedan lap
Nigga, I demand stacks
I ain’t playing, black
Bitch, I be spraying Macs
All type of guns with accessories
I’m like Cosby for the bills
I need mills like Stephanie
Pussy niggas can’t stand next to me
I’ve got dope and ecstasy
Keep em floating like both of the levees breached
80s baby but my soul from the 70s
Worldwide game like a travelled the 7 seas
Niggas ain’t OG, scary lil bitch, please
Tune ate pussy in the can, Frisky
[Verse 2: Raw Dizzy]
I got 10 up on my pinky ring and 20 on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass, but they can’t say shit
I’m just here to separate the real from the fake shit
I told you, I was coming n I’m sorry for the wait
I gotta get this money
Mane, it’s right here in my face
I got the Devil on my back
I don’t wanna be up in that place
My mom tell me to be safe
I just keep running in these streets
I can’t stop fuckin with these hoes
But I say I’m just doing me
Bitch, I’m a 9th Ward nigga
Mason street, D&G
That Flordia right by the D they need to free my nigga B
I ain’t the type of person to be running from no beef
Those fucking guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody knocked off their feet
So watch your fucking mouth
Before you end up on that floor and stop
Acting like you’re hard cause
You know you’ve been a ho
I told you out the gate I’m not the fake
I gotta say it, please excuse
Almost forgot I’m all Dizzy by the way
[Verse 3: Flow]
Money over bitches, bitch I’m coming for the check
Vampire living, bitch I’m coming for your neck
Raw! I’m sharp, my swagger like an X
I’m a motherfucking monster
I rap like I’m possessed
Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper
The game is a bitch, hold her down and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be wylin’ with my skaters
We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator
I’m a Eastside native, all my niggas Soo Woopin’
They went crazy when they heard I had a song
With Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get some ice and pour my Sprite
And light my bong and my doobies
Fuck your producer
I’m the one that be producing my music
I’m a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
Drop ya like an Otterbox
Sleeping on me like I’m rapping with a blanket
Kill a nigga have him thinking that he planking

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on
Them goons at your front door, choppers out, ding dong
Didn’t I change the game and put my motherfucking team on
Now let my chopper ring
“Blaka!” is my ringtone
Fuck you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over hoes
We hold court with them heaters
“Pop!” case open/closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed – Oreos
I get loaded til I motherfucking overload
Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic’s clothes
Ask them bitches, I told em hoes
They back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale Cologero
Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket
Pull em hammers out and run them nigga’s like Stockings
Got some niggas from my city
Thugga, Dizzy, Flow
Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, bitch!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lil’ One[Intro: Lil' Wayne]
Fuck, man I been on this block all day
(say, say, say, say, say)
Hot man, get off my shirt, hot man
(Oh whatchu got?) Ohhh who that?
Boy that look like Baby, that ain't (that's dubs?)
That ain't Baby (that's dubs?)
That ain't - that is that nigga man (lets go)

[Baby] Say Lil' One
[Wayne] What, what's happening with you big dog?
[Baby] Look I need to talk about some serious shit dog
[Wayne] Like what? Look I ain't have nothing to do with
Killing them...
[Baby] Slow down, I'm talking bout some getting money shit
And how its gonna go down
[Wayne] Well holla at me nigga, talk to me, let me know something
Cause right now I'm tired of hustling
And these rocks ain't doing nothing
And to tell you the truth I feel like I be out here for the fun of it
I swear if I don't hit a lick by next month, I'm done with it
[Baby] Understand, but you ain't listening you just talking
I said I could get you paid, is you with that offer?
I know you see me coming through everyday pimpin
In a Benz, the Jag, and a Ferrari
[Wayne] Yeah, but I like that Bentley
[Baby] All thats cool shorty, you can get this if you with me
Let me run it down to you bout this shit that I've been getting in
[Wayne] I mean, I'm saying, it sound good, I like that
[Baby] What thats a blunt?
[Wayne] Yeah
[Baby] Light that, nigga I'll be right back
[Wayne] Aight cat, just don't be playing, this worth my while?
[Baby] Lil' daddy I play with hoes, is you a ho?
[Wayne] Nah
[Baby] Say I got work, I need to flood it all over
I can't do it by myself, so I need me a lil' solider
I been peeping ya lil' ass, I see you grinding and shit
[Wayne] I been peeping you too, nigga I see you shining and shit
And you don't even know how long I been trying to find me a brick
To make it flip and take the chips and go an buy me a whip
[Baby] Fuck a whip, that could wait
You worry bout your cake
Once you make enough to play, go buy a Z-28
[Wayne] A Z-28, boy go head, once I get change
I'mma go an cop me a Range and two platinum chains
[Baby] Well look I ain't fucking with you
You too young from the start
[Wayne] Man that ain't even got anything to do with it
Its dedication and heart
[Baby] Dedication and smarts
Don't put your heart in this game
Cause when you fall to deep in love you get caught in this game
[Wayne] Well correct me when I'm wrong
And acknowlegde me when I'm right
[Baby] Lil' bitch, if your hard head ass listen I might
[Wayne] B, I'm all ears
[Baby] Get your ass in this car
[Wayne] Unlock the door
[Baby] Its unlocked
[Wayne] Don't holla at me
You ain't my pa
[Baby] Now stop playing, look I got a hundred bricks just came
Fifty ki's of raw dope, and fifty bricks of cocaine
Pays five a piece
[Wayne] Every week?
[Baby] Just move it together
I'mma knock off my lil' section
You take care of your area
[Wayne] Ughhh, nigga I been waiting to be the Don 'round here
I'mma have Coke and Dope
It's gone be on 'round here
But how you want me to sell this
Zones, Quarters, Halfs, Ki's?
[Baby] However they ask for it, just give it to them Lil' Wheez
[Wayne] I'm all for it cousin
I'mma get me a million
If power get between it I'mma split me a nigga
[Baby] You better, but when I get you this shit nigga
Let them have it
I bet you be on the block, working - directing traffic
[Wayne] Like you park here, you park there, you meet me in the cuts
[Baby] Say Lil' One
[Wayne] What's up?
[Baby] We gonna fuck it up
[Wayne] Nigga what? Nigga what? Haha
{*Car sounds in background as you hear Lil' Wayne
Whispering something you can't understand*}3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Like Dat[Verse 1]
Modern day gangsta, old school playa
A fine display of greatness at it's greatest
Send an array of strays at any patriot
Breaking down K's instead of quarters, it's kettle water
Please, no more zip locks or shoe boxes
My little niggas in school got shit now
All of the teachers in the school got fixed
When they seen me in the streets they give me gifts
I ain't riffing or raffing or rapping or yapping
No I ain't from the Nolia, but I'm clapping
No I ain't into coke, but I have it
No I ain't into dope, but I stock it
Like I ain't got the po in my pocket
No I don't like they clothes but I cop it
The white man looking like I ain't fit to go in my pocket
No I ain't fit to stop I'm still poppin
Holla, like I ain't at your throat
I'm a turtle neck collar
Our purpose is respect with a capital R
Whoever don't die today, they'll be back tomorrow nigga
I'm on a Harley, cruising by rides
With the stogey in my mouth, Makeveli in the iPod
Weezy F., nine milli and the eye's lied
Make you think that was a fire squad
The way I fire mine, in reality yall behind mine
So I can't see you, all you see is Evisu signs
WeezyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Biznite[Intro]
Biznite.Biznite..Nothing but it

[Verse 1]
I'm dippin' in a black milleny benny sittin on twentys
Top off when the city's windy me and pretty Cindy
She dressed up in pretty Fendi and she sippin remy
I'm Iceburg nothin but Whinnie all the way to my tennie
I'm hotter than a semi' cause this skirt shes wearing mini
And plus my head is spinnin from drinkin this fifth of Henny
I stop at any deli cause this freakin with her penny
And ain't no tellin how many she 'umm already been in
We get inside the room and she gigglin plain grinnin
Slowly the lights dimmin and I'm slippin on my jimmy
I'm feelin with her titties this is only the beginnin
I stick it in her kitty now she screamin come on gimme
I'm flippin this chick over and I caught her slowly bendin
I'm hittin got her twistin this is my ninny you hear me
And when its time to quit I got her soakin wet and drippin
She asked me for a kiss ah..

[Chorus]
Biznite is you trippin
Biznite is you trippin
What
Biznite is you trippin
What
Biznite is you trippin
He he he Wha..
You nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk
If your baby come born with braids I ain't the pa
Nope I ain't the pa
Hell no I ain't the pa
No I ain't the pa
Hell no I ain't the pa
Nope I ain't the pa
Hell no I ain't the pa
If your baby come out saying wha.. I ain't the pa
[Verse 2]
I ride up in a Porsche Boxter see this fox her name was Tasha
I got her when I stopped her at McDonalds with her partner
I jocked the way she rocked her lil Versasce and her Prada
I'm Iceburg or Bahama from bottom to collar
I jot her my phone number later on gave me a holla
I popped up by her mamas so her nigga won't know nada
She took thirty minutes play me like a some kinda coward
Now hopped up in my car and started talkin bout her doctor
She said she started ridin it in her babys fathers Honda
She wish that he would trade it in and cop a brand new Mazda
I'm drivin to the label to the back and put the top up
I roll down all the windows put the car in function "watch the"
I tried to touch her thigh she moved my hand and said ah ah bro
It took five minutes to bang then you know she propper
I'm knockin out her brains
We got the car shakin' and rocklin'
She asked me for a kiss ah

[Chorus]
Biznite whats your problem
Wha..
Biznite whats your problem
Wha..
Biznite whats your problem
Wha
Biznite whats your problem
Wha
You nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk
If your baby come born with braids I ain't the pa
Nope I ain't the pa
Hell no I ain't the pa
No I ain't the pa
Hell no I ain't the pa
[Verse 3]
There was this stupid name was Lucy came up to me at the movies
Said she just saw Balla Blockin and thought that I was cute
And but you and baby too can still come over early Tuesday
I just bought a new mansion just finished it and my movie
I knew she was a new from head to shoulder check this Gucci
And me I'm Iceberg Tom and Jerry, Daffy and Goofy
She say "oo" it would be so nice and usually she would do it
But lately she been spooked her boo just come from institution
I say that's cool cuz I don't really wanna have to shoot him
I gave the braud the pager number and said that she should use it
As soon as I flew by in that navy and baby blue six
She beeped and left a message that she come up with a solution
I scootin a run through straight to my house I won't be foolish
She had no bathin suit and then want me to see her booty
I oozed it in her coochie when she got in my Jacuzzi
She asked me for a kiss ah

[Chorus]
Biznite is you stupid
Biznite is you stupid
What
Biznite is you stupid
What he he he why?
Because your nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk
If your baby come born with braids I ain't the pa
Nope I ain't the pa
Hell no I ain't the pa
No I ain't the pa
Hell no I ain't the pa
No I ain't the pa
Hell no I ain't the pa
If your baby come out saying wha.. I ain't the pa
You're a sack chasin cock tastin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk
If your baby come born with braids I ain't the pa
Nope I ain't the pa
Hell no I ain't the pa
No I ain't the pa
Hell no I ain't the pa
Nope I ain't the pa
Hell no I ain't the pa
If your baby come out throwin up "W"'s I ain't the pa nigga
HMMMMMMMM-
HMMMMMMMMM
I ain't the pa
HMMMMMMMM-
HMMMMMMM
Ion wanna talkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Don’t Like It (Light)[Intro: Lil Wayne &  Imogen Heap]
I don't even know what that bitch saying
But I don't know what most of these bitches be saying anyway
Most of these bitches don't know what the fuck they be saying
It's not even light out
Yeah, let's go

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Imogen Heap]
Uh, I break the leg off a bitch
And kick her in the ass with her own shit
I'm getting tired of my own dick
'Cause it keep me up all fucking day and fucking night
It's just fucking all fucking day and fucking night
I can't believe this butter butt fuck a butter knife
My dick get hard when thunder strikes
I need help, I need a light
I know they gonna cross me if they crossed Jesus Christ
I cross my heart, hope to die
Met a bitch that was rich who never seen roaches fly
I took her to the South side, left her ass outside
Legs open mouth wide
I get high like them niggas on that movie How High
Or maybe higher [?] die or live in fear
I hope new rappers disappear
But I ain't worried 'cause they will in a year, haha
It's not even light out
You appear to be a queer
I leave you in a swamp crying crocodile tears, haha
As the crowd cheers, thank you
I thank God every day because I ain't you, haha
[Bridge: Lil Wayne & Imogen Heap]
But you've somewhere to be
I'ma let that bitch sing
No hesitation
No, I've never seen you like this
And I don't like it
I don't like it
But she's always talking to me Lord
I don't like it
I don't like it
I don't like it at all
Shit, you still ain't finished?
I don't like it

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Imogen Heap]
Alright, kiss me on my bullet wound
Before I jump the broom, I'd rather jump over the fucking moon
Your girl just told my girl she wanna lick what's in my underoos
And every time I tell her "Leave," she hate to go like summer school
I spit, I vomit, I pukes, I shits, I number twos
I makes money, makes moves and make fun of you
I jump off her clit and I land on her face
I squeeze on her tits 'til her implants deflate
Bet I jump off some shit and I land on my skate... board
If life is a bitch, mine is Betty... Ford
They try to make me go to rehab
Rest in peace Amy Winehouse
I hope I sign your autograph before I sign out
Merlot color flag with my 9 out
It's not even light out
I cock and shoot, look like I'm calling time-out
But I'm not
[Bridge: Lil Wayne & Imogen Heap]
But you've somewhere to be
I just shoot her
No hesitation
Pow
No, I've never seen you like this
Pow
And I don't like it
I don't like it
I don't like it
She don't like it
I don't like it at all
She know she like it

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Imogen Heap]
Shanell just walked in
They find your hand sticking out the water like a shark fin
When I was young, I used to cry because I had dark skin
Martin Luther King gon' slap the shit out me when I die, man
I can make any bitch shit in my hand
And mush it in your face like a pie pan
I used to fuck your girl, but that pussy feel like dry land
Smoking on that good make me look like I'm from Thailand
Fuck y'all niggas, not literally
My girl from Italy
But fuck that shit, I'll make your bitch swallow my little me's
I make the healthiest motherfucker sick of me
And hoes wanna have my baby like Billie Jean
But beat it
Get it? Jerk it off, beat it
It's not even light out
Yeah, and dry pussy tastes better when it's bleeding
Now tweet it
I can't believe I said "Tweet" in a rap
But you've somewhere to be
I thought I'd never say that
Fuck, I hate this song
No hesitation
No, I've never seen you like this
And I don't like it, I don't like it
I don't like it at all6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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That’s Not Love[Hook]
That’s not love
That’s not love
That’s not love

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Snakes in the grass, so I stay in the pavement
Survived the battle with animals and cavemen
And dead animals and dead men
I’m all in and my only friend is Amen
Keep your mouth cosed, you wanna know why you die
The answer’s right under your nose
Exposed to the street, in the game I don’t cheat
I just play my position, get MVP
I get money, don’t shit come free
It’s my life and I run it even when
Keep my business in my pockets, don’t wash with bleach
And I never show my hand, not even to me
See…

[Hook]

[Fabolous - Verse 2]
Say what’s on your heart if you’re real
Cause the scars you can’t see be the hardest to heal
And I used to chase money, now I have it brought
Cause you can only chase something that you haven’t caught
If there’s a summertime in hell, it’s not as hot
You empty clip niggas ain't got a shot
These diamonds on my neck are an eyesore
Now you decide if their to die for
Advice to my haters, do what I say now
Report to the nearest roof and take the fast way down
Thought it was love, how foolish of us
I do me, she do her, sometimes we do eachother
[Hook]

[Lil Wayne - Verse 3]
Look, as the crooked World revolves
Love spelt backwards is evol (evolve)
And Evil spelt backwards is live or live
And when death comes you better have lives to give
I spit that real talk like knives to ribs
And rats die ugly, die with kids
These niggas is snitching and still living
I hope my words are like razors to the bitches
Niggas pretend like they actually in
But when it go down they fuck around and be them
That blood look familiar when it’s leaking
If you scared, go see a Deacon nigga
That ain't love

[Hook]

[Fabolous - Verse 4]
Life is but a dream
Ain't always what it seems
Meanwhile get your cake red velvet butter cream
Raise your glass and lets toast to when we didn't have
Hustle plus muscle equal success, I did the math!
I see these haters in passing, yeah they ’round
I be on the way up, they be on the way down
Now I can sit and talk shit like Skip Bayless
You looking for these shoes baby you can skip payless
Lifestyle A-list, young black and famous
Bunch of bad bitches in an Ipod playlist
Just anothger page in my success story
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Remember Me[Intro: Lil Wayne & B.G.]
Say Weezy (Whats Hannin?)
Can they remember me?
Lil Weezy
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 thuggin

[Verse 1]
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
Grind and struggle for success
Hid grams in girls' breasts, stick bricks.. under they dress
Them niggas there with big Willy
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 braids
Eyes bloodshot red
Briches down to my legs, guns up in my trench
When niggas play, they get drenched
My pockets is full of lint
So, nigga, stay off the bend, I'm young with bad nerves
Since I lost my father, I've been troubled hurt and disturbed
So Ion even hesitate to leave 'em on tha curb
And wet them niggas shirt, nigga, get 'em for them 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
Lil' Weezy Wee... had ta steal, hustle, and jack
Weezy Wee roll with K's, Glocks, and MAC's
Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real
That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga

[Verse 2]
Look, look
At times I forgot tha bills
Ain't been home in two weeks
Macita lookin' for me
Tha word all over tha streets
Well, shiiit! I love my momma
But all I got ta offer is drama, and many problems
I lay back in tha cut
These niggas out and I rob 'em, they ain't spin around here
We all alone on my block like nobody live 'round here
The lights got cut off at my house, and now I'm lookin' for a win-dow
I can't see it, I don' dropped my pile on tha floor
They got some niggas stuntin' in Benz, hey man, them boys ain't riders
*gun cocks* Hand it over, partna, my feet done got tired (Break it off)
Well, picture this, I gotta call from this ole' nigga Beatrice
He said he got that work, and needed me to make it happen (Make it happen)
Well Nigga, shit you hold it down when something shakin, daddy (What?)
Within a week he changed his mind, and... received tha package (What?)
Oh well... back to tha drawin' board (Board)
Cowards start hollerin' cause (Weezy) they know I'm comin' for it
[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
Lil' Weezy Wee... had ta steal, hustle, and jack
Weezy Wee roll with K's, Glocks, and MAC's
Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real
That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga

[Verse 3]
Lemme tell 'em
You remember that there nigga use to be thuggin' it out (Out!)
Blunt in his mouth, would stayed masked up in the drought
Run in your house, "Lay down! Nobody move! (Move!)
Tell that slut go get your stash, and empty your pockets, fool!"
That's how it was... crime, struggle, drivin' for scrubs
Lots of thugs... make niggas count the ants in the mud
Some niggas choose ta come back for me, ride around my set for me
Might start jackin' because I got that SKS with me
!Okay! (!okay!)
Listen, all you ballin' niggas betta !relocate! (!'locate!)
Cause, see, ya'll got it
I gotta make my cheese !rotate! (!rotate!)
And Right now I'm doin' bad
So just give me with whatever you have, my stomach hurt, I need a bag
I'm street-livin'... week for week
No-sleep livin'
Look outside ya window in tha mornin', your jeep missin'
My heat sizzlin'
I'm ready to sweep these niggas
Geezy... make 'em remember Weezy, nigga!
[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
Lil' Weezy Wee... had ta steal, hustle, and jack
Weezy Wee roll with K's, Glocks, and MAC's
Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real
That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga
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
Lil' Weezy Wee... had ta steal, hustle, and jack
Weezy Wee roll with K's, Glocks, and MAC's
Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real
That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga

[B.G.]
Look, remember that?

[Lil Wayne]
Huh? Wuz up, (Are you rememberin', Me B.Geezy?)

[B.G.]
I remember you, nigga, we go way back to True Story, (Now) nigga, ya heard
Me

[Lil' Wayne]
Look, you don't remember me?

[B.G.]
I remember ya, nigga

[Lil' Wayne]
I was.. I was (You were doggin') a bad lil nigga... (You were a lil' donkey) Holly
Grove 17, off top, nigga (Uh-huh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Respect Us[Intro: Lil Wayne]
What what what
What what what
What what what
Listen, listen

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
When I come through bustin'
Everybody on the block be runnin'
Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I be thuggin'
Got them things, ten a key, 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 gang bang
I hustle and slang slang
My block.. I hang hang
Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My sell is ten a key
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it's him or me
I pop at bustas quick
I rock half of a brick
I chop that, Dominic's
My shop here by the vic's
I always.. thug in black
And always.. bustin' gats
Your girl legs.. pumpin' back
Now how you... lovin' that?
[Chorus: Juvenile]
Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up
Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up

[Verse 2: 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 to order a dozen of T-shirts
For only half-a brick
I'll blast tha fifth
And I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til I jam tha clip
Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what
But it's about to get ugly
Ya'll betta call people up
I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts
Wayne 'bout to (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up
Ya'll betta duck
When it get real, they hide from me
But, all them bustas 'bout ta get killed, I'm tired of it
Man, I'm thuggin' 'til the day I-I die, cousin
Weezy Wee, let 'em burn, bring the fire truck in (Whoop!)
[Chorus: Juvenile]
Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up
Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Nigga, let it be known
I'll come blow up your home
Take a few blunts to tha dome
And.. show up alone
Just me and my.. flame-torch
Wayne start.. danger
Walked with my head down like a stranger, and banged ya
Burnin' off that Hennesy
Some-a ya'll be feminine
Bounce in with a twitch
Leave 'em crawlin' out a ditch
God damn... son of a shhh!.. Don't speak
I cocked that, and let it go, tssss!.. Give 'em heat
Your cheese, I got.. ta.. get.. paid
I'm goin' all out, no matter what.. it.. takes
I.. was.. raised.. up on.. that.. paper
Kill-for-the-scrill was.. in.. my.. nature
Tote M1's and keep.. tha.. block.. hot
Sell raw coke to keep.. my.. Glock.. hot
Never add taxes to.. my.. price, man
And if a boy play, I ride.. at.. night, man
What!
[Chorus: Juvenile]
Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up
Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up

[Outro: Juvenile]
Uh, uh, uh
Say Lil' Weezy
You did this one here, ya heard me
They ain't gon' never get well from this one
It's like they said, boy
In tha year 2000, it's all about Wayne
It's your throne, man, run that thang
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
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I’m Gangsta[Intro]
Hey, take a real good look at the boy
And tell me if you see just as much gangster as I feel, Y'know?
Cause that there is all I can be man
That there is just me man
W-E-E-Z-Y
WE! Hey!

[Verse 1]
Wayne deep in the grova, out comes the small soldier
Alcohol and douja, bother my composure
Oh lord, am I supposed to be this way?
Do I live no good? This may be wrong but it feel so good
Far from home, I still feel so hood
I got the set on my belly
That shit gon' be there till a nigga get buried
I ain't scary, bring it, I'm ready
I be on them Antera's to the cranberry
Handle the whip like Andretti
And I handle a bitch like my man Nelly
My nick(?) gotta go down down baby... till I uh oh, y'know!
I move a rainbow lambo on mo-mo's
As far as dough go, I'm up like no-do's
Bet I never sweats no ho
I don't get no type of threats from no foe's
I don't threat the po-po's cause I don't respect the po-po's
Many say that I possess a dope flow, and I accept
Cause when I'm being Weezy I'm at my best
[Hook x2]
And even if I wanted to I can't change... I'm gangsta!
"Just as sure as my name is D'wayne" (Tony! Toni! Toné! sample)
I say I'm gangsta.. y'know

[Verse 2]
I ball hard like a small guard
The small boy sliding out a large toy
Me fall off? Naw boy, I'm a stand through it
The flow deserving ovation so clap your hands to it
The flow is real so A-man to it, jam to it
..been a minute since Block is Hot, this is man music
..had opinions for Block is Hot but this is grand music
..hand, blew it because the bands who damn igloo it
..and I ram the damn dick to your people's people/
Get mo' booty than Benzino's single, from bi-sexual to bi-lingual
After I sex you up it's "bye skeezer"
And I see you later baby, I'm a player
The chrome wide, fee on the five g/
I sit deep wit my heat 'case shit gets steep
Weezy a dirty south boy, I eat pig feet
I'm just me.. foreal, I'm just me

[Hook x2]
And even if I wanted to I can't change... I'm gangsta!
"Just as sure as my name is D'wayne" (Tony! Toni! Toné! sample)
I say I'm gangsta.. y'know
[Verse 3]
And nah I'll pro'lly never kill nobody, but I've pointed my pistol
And those of you who I pointed it at, I'll still kill ya
I'm still familiar wit the hustle
I could go dope, weed or coke, bet I'll never see broke
And I know to never say never but whatever, I never felt better than now
I'm 19, I'm a veteran now
When I.. step out my house I need weaponry now
Fuck around and I bet it be bloaw, YEAH!
And they.. wondering how I get so rich as a child
Remember, I was before Romeo and Bow Wow/
Shit, I had O's way befo' Romeo or Bow Wow
But no disrespect my daughter crazy bout 'em
And.. notice how you notice nothing's fake about me
There's something great about me
And I'm still young so there's plenty more to break about me
And people brace yourselves, place yourselves in these 7 and a halves
You don't know the half, and tell me who can walk my path
Not a soul
Your boy live his life on the edge.. Geronimo
..the endge, Geronimo!/

[Hook x3]
And even if I wanted to I can't change... I'm gangsta!
"Just as sure as my name is D'wayne" (Tony! Toni! Toné! sample)
I say I'm gangsta.. y'know
[Outro]
I can't change, I'm a gangsta!
This is me people, you can either, love me or hate me
But no matter what I'm a always be me man!
W-E-E-Z-Y, WE!
That be me
There's only one word for me
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Weezy F. Baby (Mr. Biggs)[Verse]
Nigga I'm young as a muhfucka
But money a muhfucka
Young Money muthafucka, get it in blood puddles
Shit, I'm in the south where we living in mud puddles
Shit is a drug struggle when you niggas upping prices
I hug the Glock like a turn buckle
Can't get stop by the vices, no license
Rolling like dices on the streets
Where the odds is high
Where the crime is life
And the life is time, and the time is jail
And in the jail you stressin
The judge probably hit me with an algebraic expression
But I get away free like Ocean's Eleven
And I motion the metal, like a pro-fe-ssional
And when I'm rolling especially, like a pimp suppose to
Watch how you sit down somethings in that sofa
If she with me, you know that something's in that ho bra
She's a foreigner so she say coca
I get broke off and they get brok-er
They like so what, i'm like so when?
We going know then how the turn in turn out
Cause we going shoot back till the burners burn out
Till the burning burn down every house the block hold
I'm hollering at you niggas with every shot the Glock hold
You can't see me there's a thousand blind folds
And my mind state is put a thousand on top of those
Chea, I do school and do lunch at Pappadeaux's
They want beef I turn that to that to sloppy joes
Copy cats brrrrrrat, copy those
Had a strong relationship with expensive clothes
This stuntin shit is extensive and intense
Like pulling up in something Americans can't invent
Chea, I make them fall back, they gotta indent
Like a paragraph, the first sentence, shit
I'm way smarter man, I'm more gifted
Straight from the womb to pro, prolific
I'm so, I'm so so, I'm so lifted
High in the sky, me and pops taking pictures
That’s my vision, until my vision is vivid
Ima give it all I got we good jigga you bitches”EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Let’s Go[Intro: Baby]
It's gravy nigga. Believe it
You hot? Fuck it. Hot as a firecracker
(It's gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag
(click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look)

[Verse 1: Baby]
Nigga I'ma tell ya straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack
And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac
Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest
If I don't know shit, I know cars and broads
I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off
And I done saw my nigga get life behind them bars
To them dog hoes, nigga, we scream "fuck 'em all!"
I hustle hard in these city streets
I got my block on fire with my HB's
Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double r
Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you can find me
Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin'
Got the whole motherfuckin block loaded and smokin'
Nigga know one thang: its some uptown shit
If a nigga get it fucked, then we killin' a bitch

[Chorus: Baby & Lil Wayne]
Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Better pay attention now so you don't forget later
I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper
Don't make me take ya, play ya
I cock the Glock and spray ya
Call it a caper, won't be no as-salamu alaykum
And J, he got the gauges, they cocked and ready
Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy
Got them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known
I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone
Then I hit a blunt to the dome, and ride when night falls
Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock ya wife off
Lock the spot down
Respect it young nigga, I'm creepin' over
Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, breakin' boulders
I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever
Nigga it's whatever, tell ya ma to call the reverend
You see me on the block with crack, gats, and weed
Rats, plats, and ki's, that's practically me

[Chorus: Baby & Lil Wayne]
Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in mom's muffler
You can't even count how many times the 9's bust at ya
Some of the, niggas that you run with are, suckas bruh
None of ya, won't leave, without some bullets up in ya
Niggas can't hold me down, wodie wild
'Cause all that they can hear is loud screamin' and explosive sounds
They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white
No school, put that book back down, pick up that knife
See that's the real reason I hate to be on tour
I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure
Niggas got it all wrong, thinkin' I'm all song
But yall gon' twist it and end up all gone
Dog-gone cocksuckers, you not thuggers
I pop dozens of Glocks, cousins, in my struggle
So stop frontin', it ain't gon' get ya everywhere
I'ma start bustin', and bullets hit ya everywhere

[Chorus: Baby & Lil Wayne]
Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
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Poppin (Remix)[Lil Wayne]
Chris Br-eezy I ... see ya daddy

Ya, right off the bat
I'm a mack
We can get it popping, we can get it crack-in'
And if your man is whack
And if he lack what I pack
Then I will make you lack him
Shorty we can do what you wanna, how you wanna
Where you wanna, when you wanna - ask them
And my clip never droppin'
We can get it poppin' like a mac-ten
Brrrr-Dat Dat Dat on your back back back
I smack smack smack that
And I'm strapped with an automatic tongue
And it goes Brrrr-At-Dat Dat Dat
Now who wanna get shot baby I could tap that
Yup I could tap that (atta?) Rat Pack
I could lay back like a fat cat
But I'm a big dog on any track
Ah- and we got it pumpin' every night every night
When we get into our thing
You know I had to tell them young niggas
When it come to the women I just switch like a mood ring
But I'm rich, I'm high on the food chain
I'm hot, I smoke like two trains
I'm trained, I know how to do things
My thing - hot like blue flame
Flame- the fireman put it out
She hot- the fireman put her out
All she gotta do is call up emergency
And I will be on my way to the house
Knock, Knock -- I know somebody home
Don't leave me knockin' baby
All you gotta do is bring that corn
And we can get it poppin' baby
[Chris Brown]
Say what yo' name is
Ooh yeah that fits you girl
Tell me where you headed
Can I walk with you girl?
You got that look in your eyes
That look like you give your boy here a good ol' time
And I'm on it girl, that's right I'm on it girl
See this is the first time I had a girl
Who's looks set me on fire
I'm really trying to get to know you better girl
You ain't gotta act like you shy
Cause we gon' do, something
Something is gon' get, done
And we gon' get, crunk
And have a lot of, fun
And I say...

Shorty, shorty
She growing her hair
She working them jeans
She talking that talk just li-li-like I like it
She keep it on and, poppin'
Shorty keep it on and poppin'
Ooh, oh, ooh yeah
Shorty, shorty
The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot
Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking
You got me open and waitin', and poppin'
You keep me on and poppin'
Oh, oh
Unh, unh, let me tell you
I'm tryin' to keep my swagger, but you 'bout to have
Me girl
Jump through about four or five hoops of, ooh baby
Let's take it to the hood so the people can see you
Girl
Oh yes you're mean and vicious the way you switchin'
Now I say
This is the first time I had a girl
Who's looks set me on fire
I'm really trying to get to know you better girl
You ain't gotta act like you're shy
Cause we gon' do, somethin'
Somethin' is gon' get done
And we gon' get, crunk
And have a lot of, fun
Oh, oh oh oh

Shorty, shorty
She growing her hair
She working them jeans
She talking that talk just li,li,like I like it
She keep it on and, poppin'
Shorty keep it on and poppin'
Ooh, oh, ooh yeah
Shorty, shorty
The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot
Ain't no mistaking, playin' or fakin'
You got me open and waitin', and poppin'
You keep me on and poppin'
Oh, oh
[Juelz Santana]
Ya Dipset! I'm Santana, 'ey!

How ya doin' baby, nice to meet ya
Wait, let me not mislead ya
First off, I'm about my dough and cheese
Just call me a slice of pizza
Yup- I'll be your pizza guy
Deliver your pizza pie
I got a chauffer named Woodrow
Car named Bentley
When I speak he drives
Shorty know how to work it like a model
She get it poppin' like a cork on a bottle
Baby if you was a car
I'd put your doors in the air like a Murcielago
I leave you on a higher note
Then when Mariah Carey hit her highest note
You get diagnosed
With a higher dose
Of what you never had before- me!
Plus I ain't like them other guys that be cryin' broke
Whinin' broke
I'm about my bread, you heard what I said
Baby I'm a loaf!
Come let me screw ya
Bring it here, let me be your tutor
We can go to Miami, ride down Collins, hop on that
Scooter
Next thing you know we be K-I-S-S-I-N-G
In the back of my Maserati
Then I drop you off before curfew time
The kind of guy I be
Oh I'm
So kind
Them other guys ... are not like me
So don't pay them ... no mind
Uh-uh!

[Chris Brown]
Shorty, shorty
The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot
Ain't no mistaking, playin', or fakin'
You got me open and waitin', and poppin'
You keep me on and poppin'
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She Bad[Lil Wayne]
Met shawty up in Urban Outfitters
She killin’ these hoes now I’m murkin' out with her
Shit, I’m just tryna work it out with her
Got a gym at the crib, now I’m workin' out with her
She heard about me
She heard of my niggas
She heard about you and she heard we out did ya
Yeah, you know what I’m talkin' bout nigga
If her pussy is a house then I’m a house nigga
She bad

[Kidd Kidd]
Yeah K-I double D
Got the baddest bitch like Trina with me
Yeah, my shawty bad, got them other hoes mad
She tell em get glad handle zip lock bags
Bad girl I’ma leather whip your ass
Have a seat in my detention class
Slam like Michael, jam like Michael
Man, shawty bad like Michael

[Mack Maine]
Met at the mall, walked in the store
Told her hi, buy it all
Your boyfriend creep but baby I crawl
You got some pretty feet
Hello, how you doing, she said she doing fine
Where ya baby daddy, she said he doing time
I said that's cool, she said that's not
She said I’m cold, I said that's hot
Cause she bad
Cause she bad
Cause she bad
Cause she bad
Cause she bad
Cause she bad
Cause she bad
Cause she bad
Cause she bad
[Lil Wayne]
Cause she bad to the marrow
Gone til tomorrow
I get to the point keep ya eye on the arrow
Your boyfriend is zero, I Rob his DeNiro
I ride rims wide and my tire's very narrow
My, I’m so fly like an eagle
Ask yo bitch, she reply like an echo
Yeaaah, and I'mma have to rehab
If I keep fuckin' with baby girl
Cause she bad
Cause she bad

[Kidd Kidd]
I told you she the baddest
Look at her ass standin' out it’s outstandin'
And she nasty to say she married him
Mother ain't Marge but she suckin' like Maggie
And I’m hood, I want you on top of the hood
You one bad ass lumberjack handlin' that wood
You too bad, tell me whats good
Not bad meaning bad but bad meanin' good

[Lil Wayne]
Because she’s too bad
She too bad
And she probably got a nigga in love with her
That’s too bad, I don’t care
Cause she bad, cause she bad
Cause she bad, cause she bad
Cause she bad, cause she bad
[Mack Maine]
For President electioning, represent
Shawty can’t be heaven sent
Cause she bad, but we had a good time at ?
Now she sad cause I’m gone gettin' back to the cash
But its back, she’s bad, cause she bad like we bad
Now she glad cause we back and he mad cause she glad
Like yeeeah
I’ma have to rehab
If I keep fucking with baby girl
Like yeah and I’mma have to rehab
If I keep fucking with baby girl
Like yeah and I’ma have to rehab
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Warriors[Chorus]

Warriors! Come Out And Play! X2
Warriors Ey Ey x3

Gd Up From The Feet Up ABCDEF

Im A G To The End The End Of The Road
But Back In The Kitchen At The End Of The Stove
Looks Like We At The End Of The O
Drop A 4 In A 20 Ounce And Call It 24
U Sit On 24s And We Sip On 24s
Got The Caddy's Sitten On A Pair Of Gucci Penny Loafs
I Get Money Fuck With Bitches That Get Me Mo
Man You Know The Plan Same Shit Different Hoes
Ya We Cut The Ears And The Tails Off
Mickey Mouse Never Been A Rat Never Had Him In The House
Call Me Captain Kangaroo But I Got Money In My Pouch
But I Don't Mean Loose Change When I Say Money In The Pouch
Ya Dig Ya
Im Getting Paid That's What I Already Said
Seek These Niggas Like To Brief On These Niggas
Got A Bitch Name Nina And Nina So Sluty
Cus She Do Him And Never One Of His

[Chorus]

[Drake]

Are You Listening? Is Anybody Listening?
Walk Into The Room And You Can Smell The Clive Christian Scent
A Lot Of Niggas Threatened My Postion And
Thrillen Bars You Think Im Writing With John Krishenpen
I Need Rossi
Never Mind The Pricing
Know We Brought Cake To The Party, No Icing
No Ice On Big Phantom No License
Fuck If You're Feeling Me As Long As Your Wife Is
No One In My City Got A Pocket Like Drizzy
I Can Rock Fitted Jeans Cuz My Credit Card Skinny
Its Pitch Black And Covers All Incidentals
And Mrs Wrong Sorry You Ain't Notice My Potential
Fuck Yall Rappers And Your Self-Proclaimed Status
I Can Only See Green Now I Happy Saint Pattys
Ya I Know Your Waiting On The Last Quote
Check The Sound Scan And You Can See Im The Last Hope


[Chorus]


[Jay-Z]
I Told You Niggas 9 10 Times Stop Fucking With Me
Put That Knife In Ya
Take A Little Bit Of Life From Ya
Am I Frightening Ya?
Shall I Continue
Put The Gun To Ya Let It Sing You A Song
I Let It Hum To Ya
The Others One Sing Along
Now It's A Duet?
Nd You Wet, When You Check Out The Technique
From The Two Teckz
And I Don't Need Two Lips To Blow This Like A Trumpet
You Dumb Shit, This Is An Unusual Musical I Conduct It
You Looking At The Black Warren Buffet
So All Critters Can Duck Sick
I Don't Care If You See The Laurens Tucket
Or You Bill O Reilly You Only Ralling Me Up
For 3 Years They Had Me Peeing Out Of A Cup
Now They Bout To Free Me Up
What You Think Im Goin Be? What? Rehabilitated?
Man I Still Feel Hatred
Im Young Black And Rich So They Wanna Strip Me Naked
But You Never Had Me Like Christina Agulari
But Catch Me Down The West Side Driving Like Halle Berry
Or The FDR In The Seat Of My Car Screaming Out The Sun Roof
Death To Ya
You Can't Kill Me I Live Forever Through These Bars
I Put The Wolves On Ya
I Put A Price On Ya Head, The Whole Hood Would Want Ya
You Starting To Look Like Bread
I Send The Boyz At You I Ain't Talking About Feds
Nigga The Body Snatchers Nigga You Heard What I Said
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1  King[Hook: Lil Wayne]
And when we hit the club
All the bitches know our names
It's Curren$y, Weezy F Baby, Mack Maine
And when we leave the club, everybody know we came
Cause all the ugly bitches left standin in the rain
And when we hit the club
All the bitches know our names
It's Curren$y, Weezy F Baby, Mack Maine
And when we leave the club, everybody know we came
Cause all the ugly bitches left standin in the rain

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Im that nigga, the nigga nigga
The nigga nigga
The Crystal swagger, got shit off in my basement, like Tigger
But mama ain't cookin up shit
Got my lil mama cookin up bricks
I be hookin up with
Them bitches, who be hookin up with
Them bitches, who can hook me up with
Them bitches, who be hookin up with
Them niggas who can hook me up, when they get with em, i send my hittas to get em
And his reply was "you know who you fuckin' with?"
A gun up in ya face and that's all you can come up with?
I'm rawer than a young dick in some bitch, you little niggas
Im right here, you ain't comin
You niggas just fuckin around
I be puffin the pound
By myself, i don't need nobody else
I need help, shit
I leave whelps on ya bitch from my D&G belt
Hot boy in ya mouth i melt
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
And when we hit the club
All the bitches know our names
It's Curren$y, Weezy F Baby, Mack Maine
And when we leave the club, everybody know we came
Cause all the ugly bitches left standin in the rain
And when we hit the club
All the bitches know our names
It's Curren$y, Weezy F Baby, Mack Maine
And when we leave the club, everybody know we came
Cause all the ugly bitches left standin in the rain1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Diamonds on My Neck (Freestyle)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Young Weezy in this motherfucker handcuff her
She ain't nothin' but some stairs, I done ran up her
I feel player haters' stares, they ain't sayin' nothin'
They ain't makin' 'nough from jacks, they ain't takin' nothin'
I be wakin' up the ma, we just straight fuckin'
She get a date with the boy, bitch super lucky
And the money stills smell like the stuff
I've been countin' all day, got a hundred paper cuts
Got a, mouth of syrup and a white paper cup
Leanin' like a motherfucker, might not even say wassup
I'm the personal trainer, take the key, shape it up
Got rocks on my neck, nigga get your nature up
Smokin' on that bubble gum got a nigga numb
90 G's each wrist make a bitch cum
I just spent a Maserati on my chain man
So when I'm movin' I just say I'm switchin' lanes man
Made a permanent stain, my name name-brand
Bet I schooled your bitch with no game plan
I'm a rock star, niggas know the block part
Niggas know I got bread, toast and pop-tarts
Hard top cars, drop tops as well
Hard work, soft work, chop chop and sell
Cock block hand held, pop pop oh well
Diamonds on my whole chain, flamin' up the whole L
[Hook: Biggie Smalls] x2
Diamonds on my neck, dia-diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my neck, dia-diamonds on my neck
I'm smokin' pounds of green, smokin' pounds of green
Smokin' pounds of green, smokin' pounds of green

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Hot boy baby, hotter than them other boys
Standin' by the heater in the summer with the oven on
I'm the nigga that your baby mama lovin' on
Spend your child support on the dress and it's coming off
The youngin is somethin' stunnin' with the tummy off
The Testarosa got a ulcer, I'm just stuntin' ya'll
Birdman JR, I get that money ya'll
Workin' that traffic, call me the cross guard
I ball hard like the playoffs bitch
Ya'll niggas ain't playin' in the championship, shit
Where my streets at, nigga where my G's at?
Red rags up, where my where my B's at?

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Thinking To Myself (Her Eyes)Young money, young, young, young, young money, young mula baby

[Hook:]
And I can smell her looking at I
She recognize real I don't wear no disguise
And I can see it in her eyes
She fucking me with her eyes
She fucking me with her eyes
She fucking me with her eyes
She fucking me with her eyes, yeah

[Lil Wayne:]
Gazing out the window of somethin foreign
Thinking to myself-self
How come getting money never gets boring
How come getting money never gets boring
Baby I got a stack now whatcha gon do for it
Can you bring it back like a muthafuckin chorus
Shawty I got a stack now whatcha gone do for it
Can you bring it back like a muthafuckin chorus
Girl I am hotter than poppa bears pourage
Baby can I put ma private parts in ya storage
I can treat ya flower like a muthafuckin florist
Shawty we can kick it like ma name Chuck Norris
Haha, yeah
[Hook]

[Kidd Kidd:]
Her chanel frames are like X-rays
She see us out the club and into the bed
She picture me in her head and her givin' head
Handcuffs and whips I'm a sex slave
No wraps on ma back, rah, whatcha name?
I yell kunta rah kunta kinte
With one foot off I still try to escape but who can I run to like escape
I guess I got some attention to pay
The girl blazin like a doughnut on a early sunday
And I could be the chocolate on top of her sundae
She lookin at me like a fat bitch infront of entree

[Hook]

[Mack Mane:]
You see she wreckless eye baller feelin a nigga swagga
If looks was fuckin no telling how many kids we done had
Got me feelin like Missy, cause she all in my grill
And be face off the peel time to give her that whip a peel
Betcha I can get her home, 4 shots of patron
And then I know it's on tell my niggas look I'm gone
Ma you grown so don't worry bout your girls tryna criticize
One night with Mack & babygirl you'll be dick-notized
Fatten up your hips and thighs
Help that ass bout out
And on the next song tell her give ma dick a shout out
See she could be ma sockee
And I could be her plug
Or she could be ma fiend and I could be her drug
No disguise
[Hook]

[Nicki Minaj:]
All I do is ice grill em
Then he get hard again
He know my pussy stay warmer than a cardigan
Slippery, slimey, excuse me don't mind me
Say it's too fat for me to be this tiny
I'm such a maniac, lemme get some brainiac
You know that special head, like I'm in special ed
Got me givin you these nasty looks
Stick me up with the uh, that's the nasty jooks
Now, I get him rockier than a caveman
I deep deep I deep throat it till it cave in
Uh, you know you like that
Now putcha putcha ring on
Where ya wife at?
The Mistress

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Soul Survivor[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I be like why not?
My nigga Khaled in here with me
I fucks with my homie
TS

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Young boy call me Weezy F Baby
Got a whole lot of money, and a bunch of ways to make it
I'mma country ass nigga got diamonds in my teeth ho
Chopper that I'm toting make me feel like Deebo
Rock a nigga boat then speed off on the speedboat
Take a nigga ho and skeet all in her speedo's
Take a nigga ho and show her how to break a kilo
Show the bitch how to turn a bird into a beetle
Weezle F. Baby, no cliche
Just money, hard dick, no foreplay
Standing in the court way, fuck what the court say
There's money on the corner baby, welcome to my workplace
Sippin' with my drink laced, you know how I get down
I promise baby I'mma fall asleep if I sit down
Uptown his town, Hollygrove hizzound
Fuck with the little man, you will never get found
211 187, I'm on a mission
Mother fuck whoever higher, but I gotta get mine
This time I'm going for the big climb
And the boy about to incline, Jigga man I'm nearby
When it come to realize, the sooner they'll feel mine
But I ain't on that, I got money on my mizz-ind
Little ass niggas, stand tall like I'm 6'9"
Cash Money, Young Money, meet you at the finish line, bitch nigga
[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
See all these new rappers got me missin' Biggie and Pac
And all these fake Jacobs made me get rid of my watch
And Hollygrove you can't get rid of my block
With all these big-heads, you'd think this was Benjamin's block homie
Cinnamon drop hop out spit at your pops
Behind mine, I'll do 10 in the box nigga
My neck of the woods is Uptown ask for me
Young Maine, Young Money, Cash Money, Fast Money
Had the fiends hittin' the wall thinkin' that they crash dummies
While you little petty hustlers struggling for gas money
I'm on a full tank, bitch I'm bout me
You'll probably catch me and Weezy Baby on South Beach
In back of the Phantom the TVs playing
The game about to start, some bitch singing the National Anthem (fuck)
Whether it's the streets or the CDs, y'all gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
If you lookin' for me I be with your bitch nigga
Ho I done fucked and she done sucked my dick (yea)
If it ain't 'bout dollars (yea), then I can't holler (yea)
And everybody know the Birdman the king
And he love his son Wayne so he give me everything
And that's the logics nigga watch it
Keep my name up outta that nigga gossip
Money gon' drain like a brand new faucet
Aren't you conscious? alert for the coppers
They give us the work then throw us in jail
Don't smile for the cameras gotta know when to sail
I'm blowin' an L, low in the 12
I ain't trippin' on life, I'm a go when I shall
I'm a gangsta baby I'm a gangsta
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Blinded[Manfred Mann's Earth Band's "Blinded By The Light" Sample] (Lil Wayne)
Blinded by the light (Yeah)
Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night (Yeah)
Blinded by the light (Skull Gang)
Blinded, (Young Money) Blinded
Blinded by the light

[Lil Wayne]
You see my chain glow, follow that rainbow
I can put bangles around yo ashy ankles
I hope you get the picture, like Kinko's
That I love you overall, like paint clothes
Baby, Wayne knows what you like
Now baby gon' shine, cause you bright
And me plus you equals too bright
Baby they gon' be

[Manfred Mann's Earth Band's "Blinded By The Light" Sample]
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Blinded, Blinded
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Unreleased Freestyle #1I'm a feen for the green yea I'm addicted to money
I gotta feed my addiction that fat bitch is hungry
Since a youngin I've realized it's all about the benjamins
I like Abraham Lincoln and Thomas Jefferson
But every day I'm constantly disrespecting them
Cause I stay wipeing my ass with dead presidents
I am a veteran spitting better than all of these rookies
They think they harder than woodies but they softer than pussy
I'm like a big red button u really don't wanna push me
I stay with the burner I'm always ready to cook beef
I always got them good treez I stay blazing
On the mic my style is bananas like the AK clip
In real life I'm a sick fuck like aids is
With all these banana clips u betta hope I don't go ape shit
I'll give u a face lift for free
I'll leave u witta dry mouth if u tryta spit with me
Victory is wut I am used to
So I'm a just do me u do u
I'm koo koo u think u gotta couple of screws loose
Don't worry I'll tighting that up with my tool dude
I push fat bricks but if u a bad bitch I'll pull u
Don't waste your time tryna battle me cause you'll lose
I'm not playin this ain't a fuckin game to me
I just aim and squeeze and brains'll leak
Veins'll bleed and just stain the streets
No rat but I'm always chasing cheese
My flows nuts so squirrls always rush the booth
I'm into that beastiality yea fuck the bull
If it ain't bout makin money I don't budge or move
If you ain't bout making money who the fuck is u
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Million Dollar Question[Intro]
Eardrummers!
You outchea fuckin' for a check
I'm outchea juugin for a check

[Pre-Chorus]
Girl you know my love on autopilot
I tell you "I love you", you be quite
I tell you "I love you", you deny it
You tell me to buy it, I get quiet

[Chorus 1]
And you say "Why you actin' funny with all of that money?"
I say "Why you actin' bad with all of that ass?"
She say "Why you actin' funny with all of that money?"
I say "Why you actin' bad with all of that ass?"
'Cause I know you do some strange for a little change
You outchea fuckin' for a check, he need your real name
I'm outchea juugin' for a check, I'm on a night train
I'm zoomin in the fast lane, he in the bike lane

[Verse 1]
Bum bum, these niggas they so whomp whomp
Watchin' me and all they missin' is some pom poms
I got her pussy, numb numb, she say "uh huh"
Cellulite all on that ass, I call it lump sumps
But baby girl, tell me why you actin' funny
Every time I come around, you gotta ask me for money
See really, trickin' off ain't my thing
But I might give you somethin' if you change the game
Now, the only money I probably spend
Is on holidays, like Holiday Inn
And girl I can see it all over your face
That make up ain't making up for the mistakes
You know one thing, you ain't gettin' no money
You stump with your friends and all of them wan' fuck me
You actin' bad, you know I don't get mad
'Cause you know that I don't get mad, I get money
I know these hoes don't get mad, they get even
You know I can't get too mad, I'm too money
Plus I know there's too many dyin' to meet me
Plus the way I put this D down
You hoes should be paying me now
But I'm priceless
Preach
[Chorus 2]
She say "Why you actin' funny with all of that money?"
Why you actin' bad with all of that ass?
Why you actin' bad with all of that ass?
I give your ass a bath with all of this cash
'Cause I know you do some strange for a little change
You outchea fuckin' for a check, he need your real name
Million dollar man, million dollar flexin'
Million dollar question, million dollar question

[Bridge]
"Why you actin' funny with all that money?"
I say "Why you actin' bad with all that ass?"

[Verse 2]
She say "Why you actin' funny with all that money?"
I say "Why you actin' bad with all that ass?"
She say "Why you actin' funny?" - "Why you actin' funny?"
Girl why you actin' bad? All that for nothin'
See I gave you my love. Was all that for nothin'?
She say "Y'all the same. Y'all after somethin'."
Wait, baby hold up, baby wait a minute
Don't confuse me with these niggas, I done got offended
Don't confuse me with these niggas, I done got offended
I let you keep the receipt for all that time I'm spendin', shit
[Pre-Chorus]
Girl you know my love on autopilot
I tell you I love you, you get quiet
I tell you about you, you deny it
You tell me to buy it, I get quiet

[Chorus 3]
'Cause I know you do some strange for a little change
You outchea fuckin' for a check, he need your real name
You outchea fuckin' for a check
I'm outchea juugin' for a check, girl

[Bridge]
You outchea fuckin' for a check
I'm outchea juugin' for a check, girl
I'm outchea juugin' for a check, girl

[Outro]
She say "Why you actin' funny with all that money?"
I say "Why you actin' bad with all that ass?"
She say "Why you actin' funny?" - "Why you actin' funny?"
Why you actin' bad? Why you actin' bad?
Why?
Oh why?
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THROW SOME D’S FREESTLYE(Lil Wayne)
I can't feel my face the ablum
Now watch me put dis beat 2 sleep like a valium
Neva mind me I just are who I are
A flat footed niga dat walk what he talk
Off 2 da bar pop a few bottles
Straight up out dat water wit my mark jacob goggles
And I go hard like a brett favre spiral
Bytchs n they draws and niggas in denial
Hollagrove harlem pump up the volume
David banner beat bytch butt like a stallion
Touch my medallion and meet my berretta
Leaving you lookin like a burger wit extra ketchup
Now throw yo sets up
We fuck sets up
We pick shells up
You pick ya chest up
Im on my one two's like a push up
L's is filling like a cook up

(Julez Santana)
Money in the bank
Watcha think
Money in the pocket
Yea I got it
Bytches get plugged like sockets
I lauch slugs like rockets
5 4 3 2 1 bye kid
Living like a gangsta get it like a hustla
Ya girl friend backed up stick her wit da plumber
Baseball batter louisville slugger
I got enough cash to make it rain or thunder
Ice ticker homie betta b getting ya cash up
My wrist Antarctica my neck is Alaska
My pinky is the north pole call me Santa
I spit nicotine call me cancer
(Lil Wayne)
I really dont give a fuck about ya
Wat im saying is that a nigga would take yo heart out cha
And in the neighborhood my face is like a voucher
I swear I keep that gun on guard like a bouncer
A ounce of that kush I smoke that kush
And I run this muthafucker like reggie bush
New orleans crook
Give me wat I took
Me and my money
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Money, Cars, Clothes[Hook: Swizz Beats]
Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Damn I hate a old fake ass nigga
Thats why you only see me with some ape ass niggas
We gotta eat early like break fast nigga
New Orleans landlord where yo gate pass nigga
Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5-0-4 yeah
Pussy ass niggas don't survive no mo
And the niggas say they riders
Ain't riders no mo
From the deep part of the water where the divers won't go
Hey sharks, sup piranhas
Them boys catfish, them boys flounders
I pop on roll, I roll around ya
Hit ya with that 2-2 7 times like Casandra
Fucking with my...

[Hook: Swizz Beats]
Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Verse 2: T-Streetz]
Fuck, what the fuck I look like
Fuck my verse, nigga
Swizz got the hook right
Angel in the kitchen with the beat and it's cooked right
Weezy be the crack in the jar and he shook right
And I'm the nigga standin over the stove
With a good price with a bitch that ride dick dry bricks and books flights
Drive bricks an book flights
Good by bad days, hello good nights
No my coke look like Carmelo?
Sittin in lebrons, driver seat reclined
2 woman, my mary j disc and my 9
It's my life, my life, my mutha fuckin life
And fuck one time it's...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I murder that boy, I kill that bitch
Straight burn ya body up like a skillet bitch
I turn beef to me meyou, be my fil-let bitch
And ya stomach ain't gotta hurt for you to feel dat shit
So ain't no love for no otha so say I fuck them tricks
Ain't no loves flyin now besides birds of them bricks
Unless you talkin bout eagle dats the street I know
A person on pro tools couldn't see my flow
I clap a nigga 3 times, like the 3 syllables
Word that I know, called holly grove
Nigga fuck your money, clothes, cars, hoes
Kids, friends, and foes, and you and then I get back to the...
[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Damage is Done[Verse 1]
Runnin' from the scene, Hammer in my jeans
Dead bodies behind me, the cops'll never find me
Arm & Hammer Clean on my way to the honeycombe
Hustle all night tell my bitch I'm never coming home
Be there in the morning, stop cryin' bitch
The sun is home, drop it on the living room table
Bitch the money home, I know you ain't gon' stay once the money gone
So while I'm rich I pull my dick and get my fuckin' on
Youngin' on some real "Gangsta Gangsta" shit
Blame it on the neighborhood I was sanctioned in
But I'mma make sure we get them acres
Tell 'em fuck computers, we good with paper
Tell 'em fuck the world cause I'm hood by nature
Feelin' that way is how the hood'll make ya
The hood is vacant, the streets are empty, yeah
Mr. Bush, rebuild the city, but

[Verse 2]
Yeah, over like yesterday floatin' to the floodgates
This is New Orleans, welcome to the blood state
A blood bath, and you ain't nothin' but tub bait
No political justice not even the judge safe
If his ass can't swim he get a closed case
We need our own space, I ain't talkin' about Jupiter
No luck, no help and we the fuckin' future
I'm a hoosier, usually the cool one
But when I need it, I turn into a looter
God forgive, but do he forgive the brutal
Even when it's for the better of your junior
Soon you see that life's just another movie
And the main character dies at the end, usually
There's nothin' that haven't been done that you can do to me
I been hit, I been shot nigga shoot at me!
[Verse 3]
Yeah, money on the mind, murder in the plans
Disturbin' if you may, but it's dinner for the fam
Hustler by law, support when I can
Hustle when I can, tell me nothing I'm a man
Smell my shit as I walk off the stand
Nuts to my feet with my heart in my hand
Pardon my G, but I'm one of a kind
Been shot two times, here to put it in a rhyme
Slow lane, move the Coupe like a 5
If I get pulled over, bitch I'm gon' do time
And I know my niggas love me, but they can't do mine
So I gotta be smart, get bread or get behind
Get lost or get in line
But the carpet's still fine
So keep tryin', the whole world turnin' back
But we keep tryin' until we get our piece, no piece
Keep Firin'

BahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Rock StarI'm just a rocker dude
Lookin for my rocker girl
Baby I'll rock your boat
Rock your bed, and rock your world
But gotta be as fly as me, me
You gotta know how to rock your stuff, stuff
VH1 Bret Michel's, Be my rock of love
Be as one, big stones
Lemme rock you up
Maybe marriage, baby carriage
Lemme knock you up
I could be your rocker daddy
You could be my rocker mommy
I could your chilly pepper
You could be my hot tamale
Have your ever made to a rockstar
In a hot car with the top off
In the middle of a parkin lot
You don't care who see, who look, or who watch ya
Pretty face
And the body soft as baby skin
She hopped on me and rode
I thought my name was Harley Davidson
You got your tattoos
I got my tattoos too
We stayin all night and do what rockstars do
We got the music
Bumpin thru the system
The room is real smoky
Highlights in a mansion
You loving all day
You sleeping all night
We up and hit the mall
Sweats cus you on bait
Try and imitate us
But could never duplicate us
Pull up in the Ferrari
Saying hello to all my haters
Have you ever mad love
To a rockstar
In a hot car
With his guitar, playing on the side
Have. you. ever. mad. love
You drive a fast car
I drive a fast car too
Suicide doors with the topless roof
Now were cursin
Glasses on the face
Cus he ducking paparazzi, they high speed chasin
We gotta mazaretti but we driven in a range
Cus we don't give a damn
Switch rides by the day, day, day
Now this is what I call rockstar love
This was the question I was thinkin of
Have you ever mad love
To a rockstar
In a hot car
With his guitar, playing on the side
Have. you. ever. mad. love
I'm a R.O.C.K star
And I can play
Like I play my guitar
Call me Weezy F. the best you ever saw
She the best you never saw
Cudnt even loook at me
Got a chauffeur
But he ain't even look me
In the back seat poppin like fried chicken cookin
And in tied to the
Like eyes on bugizzy
Shawty got class
And no I won't play hooky
But no not never
Put my feet on the pedal
And make that guitar go medal like
Ya told your girl
I could play
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You Love Me, I Hate You[Monologue]
Now listen...lemme preach to 'em
Lemme show 'em why..w-w-what it take...
I ain't gonna say why I'm better than others
'couse i ain't better than nobody, actually
But lemme show 'em why I'm a lot different from everybody else
Because...and what I mean by everybody else I mean everybody else that does what we does
You know, this recordin' industry, music, thing
What I do is, I don't go out to the clubs
And when you do see me in the club, trust me, I have been paid to be there for those thirty minutes that you enjoyed with me
I don't stay inside for nothin' couse my house is nice
I don't just get in my cars and just ride around neighborhoods where no girls are at, because my car is nice
I don't do that
What I do is, I go to studio
And I just stay in the studio
See you have to understand the difference

The difference between me and you is to you, this is your job
To me, this is my life
The club; that's my job
The mall; that's my job
Your neighborhood; that's my job
This studio; this is my life
This is what I do better than anything
So why wouldn't I do this all the time?
See that's the difference between you and I
You get money and you get crazy
I get crazy and I get money
And the biggest difference between you and I is...
You love me and I hate youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Grown Man (Lights Out)[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Dawg you gotta feel me on this one
What it be like dawg? I'm on some, some adult grown up type shit
Look who I be around nigga, look who I been around nigga
Jeezy, Juvie, Turk, B and Slim dawg pay attention dawg

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Age is nothing but some digits, nigga trust me on this
Cause I think I speak for everyone when I say life is a bitch
I ride D L in the C L, gun right in my grip
I slip a clip in every whip cause haters likely to trip
Come home to my future wife and every night she'll flip
She end up catching rights to her lip behind diapers and shit
But I like me a spliff drink henny without the ice when I'm pissed
Go to the club and start a fight thinking I'm Tyson and shit
But I'm a man so I'm able to handle my situations correctly
And I know I might be young but nigga gone definitely respect me
But in the mean while I'm fighting gun charges in court
And in a couple of weeks our next tour about to start
Its like I'm never happy now
Except for the fact my daughter saying I love you daddy now
And that kinda juice me up, but I smoke bout 3 blunts
And puff a cooler boost me up
And say a prayer for everyday
Just so I get through the stuff, but I be like
[Chorus]
Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man
Being responsible for everyone in ya home man
And when you feel like everything is going wrong man
I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man
Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man
Being responsible for everyone in ya home man
And when you feel like everything is going wrong man
I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I try to keep my head up, but I die to keep my bread up
And usually I'm fed up thinking everything's a set up
But I get up this stick out my chest and clutch on my nuts
And I get hit up with all kinda stress
And put up wit the stuff, just trust me it's tough
But I maintain to climb through it all
And I still manage to be Lil Wayne therefore I shine and I ball
And dawg I live for today and hope and pray there's a tomorrow
And I borrow confidence from out my heart when things get awful
And I'm often on the edge stuck without a solution
Someway I still pick it out and shuffle out the confusion
And I don't need nobody so keep yo advice and just doubt me
Cause y'all cats don't really know me, y'all just know about me
But my dawgs be on my side they keep me covered with spirit
And plus I know my fathers watching and my mothers the dearest
And I ain't never say I thought they ain't appreciate what I do
But just know if I wasn't a man we wouldn't make it through, but I be like
[Chorus]
Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man
Being responsible for everyone in ya home man
And when you feel like everything is going wrong man
I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man
Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man
Being responsible for everyone in ya home man
And when you feel like everything is going wrong man
I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Who would have known that this was someday turn out so hectic?
But I chose my own life so I gradually accept it
And I'm influenced and effected by the way it became
And I don't play with it at all so I don't say its a game
And even though I grew up hard and I have gracefully changed
I'm always street so I'll forever be facing a change
And I'll keep the slang brutained on the waist of my pants
And I demand respect from all if not then I'm wasting a man
And if I want it, then I get, and if I need it, I have it
Take care of them family first, plus the liquor and weed is a habit
And ever so often I'm congratulated for the succeeding at last
But when they turn they back I just have Jesus leading my path
And I ain't ask for you to like me, I don't care if you hate me
But don't mistake me, no other man can never make me or break me
Now I be faithfully inspired by the hood til I'm gone
And I dawg I do believe I'm grown so I'll be good on my own, but I be like
[Chorus]
Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man
Being responsible for everyone in ya home man
And when you feel like everything is going wrong man
I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man
Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man
Being responsible for everyone in ya home man
And when you feel like everything is going wrong man
I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man
Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man
Being responsible for everyone in ya home man
And when you feel like everything is going wrong man
I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man
Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man
Being responsible for everyone in ya home man
And when you feel like everything is going wrong man
I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man

[Outro]
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Alchemist Shit[Intro: Curren$y]
That's jazzy right there
Yeah, oh, hold up, oh
Bring it back, bring it back *record spins back*
(It's Gangstra Grillz ya bastards!)
Yeah, Hot spitta
Yeah, Chick snatcher
YM, young and sexy

[Hook: Curren$y]
Just can't help this fetish we got, for fuckin other niggas hoes
They recognize us wherever we go
So it's easy for us to get em up out of they clothes
Come on homie you know how it goes
You just respect the fact that we the niggas she chose
We just a bunch of young niggas with dough
So we leaving with her and you'll be leaving alone
Young Money nigga

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Since I'm the best, I walk with extra gestures
Lead on my hip for the textbook testers
Write me with a pen and put ya name at the end
I'll invite you and a friend to a game, and I don't ball
But you would swear I hit the game when it's [?] off
The seats don't fold, baby girl this the floor
Ugh, baby girl this the boy
I please a lot of ladies
So please say the, please say the
She say the baby
Im a young macaroni, with cheese
My girl from Belize, she never wanna believe
I'm a rapper she'd just rather think I'm handsome and sweet
[?????] when im in it real deep
Love how I get ill when I get real street
Like bushwick bill bitch gimme three feet
Im so Hollygrove mama, hope you feel my gangsta
And if you do, I don't blame ya
[Hook: Curren$y]
Just can't help this fetish we got, for fuckin other niggas hoes
They recognize us wherever we go
So it's easy for us to get em up out of they clothes
Come on homie you know how it goes
You just respect the fact that we the niggas she chose
We just a bunch of young niggas with dough
So we leaving with her and you'll be leaving alone
Young Money nigga

[Outro: DJ Drama]
This is a dedication! (Gangsta Grillz)
Rest in Peace Soulja SlimEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Marvin’s Room (Freestyle)Dana texted me and said she wanted to see me
Then sent a picture of her in the mirror
No clothes on, of course
And she want that dope dick

Hello world, I'm the dope dealer
I love it when she talk crazy, that dick make her walk crazy
That last time was awesome, all the lines, we crossed them
I ain't a killer but don't push me, I OJ Simpsoned that pussy

That's the shit, pussy taste so good make you smack your lips
I don't know about you but I'm a beast with mine
She said she wait for the Carter to 69, I told her "Sorry 4 The Wait"
I value her time like an Audemars Piguet

And we gonna stay current like the water in the lake
Yeah, we fuck around like we fucking in a circle
Pardon the slur, that's the purple, it feel so real like it's virtual
Any kind of position, she's versatile
And she take it every way except personal

Yeah, that's my bitch, pussy wetter than a wishing well
I wish I was in it right now instead of making this song
Hut one, hut two, I run it in the end zone
Don't trip when I say I can't see you
And she say she working on her career
Smoke got our eyes looking like we from Korea
We floating but I'ma rock the boat like Aaliyah, R.I.P
Shorty got me

Shorty knows I fuck her with her hard body
Shorty fine by me, spend some time by me
It's a jungle out there, come and climb my tree
I know it's on your mind, fine, we can do, whatever that is

She tell me that it's fine
I said fine, shit, I was taught to live and let live
So live it up, baby, giddy up, baby
It's your world, ain't trying to interrupt but maybe

We moving too fast but fuck it, let's crash
One day we gonna have to leave our love in the past
But for now I feel lovely, I feel great
Slide in you, safe

Yeah, all that good shit
No, I ain't a player, I just play by the bush
And I know what I'm doing
She loves how I do it, she throw that ass back

And she never over-do it, she call me, 'Baby'
And I call her Bay', sorry for the wait
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Boom Bap[Intro]
Take 'em to church

[Verse 1]
Momma don't cry
I know papa gone away
Grandpa gone and grandma ain't coming home today
But
Don't worry cause your son’s still the one
Though I'm under the gun I'm aiming for the sun
Dwayne Micheal Jr, born that
But I changed my name to Wayne
And nigga I ain't goin back
I'm kinda little but I figured I’d be bigger if I sold crack
So I sold that
OG’s from the block told me "Youngin hold that"
So I held dat
Got on front street and then I fell back
Became well at cookin it til it smell flat
Vaseline it up and ship it out in gel packs
I failed at what the teacher used to yell about
Junior High was prison
High school was the bail out
But my momma knew her baby boy was fresher
Than a baby bottom in new Pampers on campus
[Chorus]
This that boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
Fresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face)
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
But can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest)
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
Aye, Fresh, just hit me with that
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
(Play me in my head, play me in my head)
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
Fresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face)
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
But can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest)
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
(Cause I'ma kill 'em with the flow, I'ma kill 'em with the flow)

[Verse 2]
My Mama Mia ain't raise no Fredo
And Rabbit showed me how to make more out of quelo
You gotta make that thing flow like a ?
And keep getting money like I'm on the payroll
And if anybody slowing the payroll
I gotta turn his fitted cap to a halo
So get adapt to the case loads of crack
The yayo, the smack
The face blows, the gats
Photogenic, we expose a rat
And turn that ho into tomatoes or plants
And yeah I smoke back to back to back
Like I’m on two tracks but you ain't feeling that
I'm ducking the county boys with they billy bats
I got my dogs with me lookin out for silly cats
Ball with me
Weezy where the city at
And If I fall stay up
Cuz I’ma get it back

[Chorus]
This that boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
Fresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face)
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
But can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest)
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
Aye, Fresh, just hit me with that
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
(Play me in my head, play me in my head)
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
Fresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face)
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
But can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest)
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
(Cause I'ma kill 'em with the flow, I'ma kill 'em with the flow)

[Verse 3]
People always tell me I'm heavy I say believe that
But I don't get all full off the feedback
I'm where the G's at
We like “where the G’s at?”
Kick door, hands high or get your knees blacked
If I don't take everything I'ma be back
And I'm stickin to my word like bees wax
He acts an asshole for these stacks
C Notes not B Flats, ya understand me
Few leaves left the sole tree standing
Just as quick as the wind blew they went too
I’m in too deep, my roots go deeper than the spot
Where their bodies shouldn’t sleep
I probably shouldn’t speak like that
But it be like that
Never let a nigga with a knife see my back
I’m outta here
Let me see my hat
And I rock it so low I can’t see where I’m at

[Chorus]
This that boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
Fresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face)
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
But can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest)
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
Aye, Fresh, just hit me with that
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
(Play me in my head, play me in my head)
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
Fresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face)
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
But can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest)
That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap
(Cause I'ma kill 'em with the flow, I'ma kill 'em with the flow)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Everything Will Be Fine[Intro]
Ay, what up Mami
It's your boy Weezy, yeah
You need to ride with me on this one
I'm so great my homies think i'm artistic
Hah

[Verse 1]
Now in the drop you'll find me
On my way to get you, cause I got you Mami
I know you got some issues tryna stop you Mami
But I'm a little more ahead, let me spot you Mami
I have you, as we drive through the east side
Stop through my honey chrome right along the beach side
Ay, how can I answer at your sweet mind
Tell me 'bout your day
I know I heard about it 3 times
Hah, okay, I'm waitin' on my fourth time
And later on the 5th, so I don't forget
I got my lady in the whip, she got my name on her hip
And she don't let another name out her lip, uh huh, gangsta
See, if I don't play 'round and she gon' stay down
So last summer, I retire my number, ho
So no, I can't jot you my number though
My nigga real think you hot as a mother, but
[Hook]
Baby girl, I know that we can make it through the weather
As long as we strong, everything will stay together
When times get hard, long as we call upon the Lord
Everything will be fine, everything will be fine


[verse 2]
I will ne-e-ever leave you girl
Like R. Kelly said, while the R. Kelly played
Full time mother, you work hard everyday
I wake up beside you, thank the Lord everyday
Oh, beautiful woman, I look forward everyday
Just to see that childhood scar on your face, hah
I got a Tony Montana chick
If your girl get out of line, she a manner chick?
If my world get out of line, she program my shit
I know my shit do stink, but she can stand my shit
I got the flip-flop paint on her standard shift
Dot 6 Range Rover, I advance my bitch
How you gon' go get some pants like that
With an ass like that, you know I'm bad for that
But you ain't gotta answer that
Long as every time I call you answer back
I said
[Hook]

[Bridge]
Ride with a G and come join me on this adventure
Hop on the beat and put your ass on the 20 inches
I'll slide you the key, you wait for me after the concert
I promise I'll leave straight from the stage to under you skirt
Got riders with me, but don't mind them, they only homies
They only gonna let you get on me, so get on me
The song the DJ playin' is my own, so get on me
I'm only gonna let you get on me, so get on me

[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Moolah - Remix[Intro]
Moolah, moolah
Thats the, moolah
Moolah, moolah
Thats the, moolah
Moolah-lah-lah-lah
Moolah-lah-lah-lah
Hey

[Verse 1: Lil wayne]
I've been in the kitchen for that moolah-lah-lah-lah
Keep it strictly business like a suit & tie now
Woah, fly under the radar with my goon, goon, bada
Ain't from Jamaica but we true two shotta, Buju Banton
I got a homie named Gudda, he from the gutter
He keep the cut up, I keep the cutta, we got the cuttas
We in the cut, ready to cut up, who need a cut?
Oozies and pumps, back to the work, ooh we at pump
Oh we is pumpin oh we is right
We got the oh we oh we i got, yeah
That oh we is pumpin go ask the junkies
Only keep real niggas in my circumference
Got my personality rich as a youngin
You know what i did with that nigga i spun
Nigga I stunted, got that shit back so quick
Didn't even miss it, nigga, I'm hustlin'
Nigga, we hustle, pardon the flexin'
Strong armin' niggas and kissin' my muscle, back in the kitchen
[outro]
For that moolah-lah-lah-lah
Kitchen for that moolah-lah-lah-lah
Back in the kitchen for that moolah-lah-lah-lah
Lil tunechi get that moolah-lah-lah-lah
Lil tunechi get that moolah-lah-lah-lah
Sell a coke crack kills
Sell a coke crack kills
Sell a coke cause crack kills
Sell a dope & pills
Who got the drink i'm all ill
We got that drink it dont spill
Tunechi4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Thinking Of You[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
And mommy used to tell me one day some girl gone get me
But I won't know love if it walk right up and hit me
And if I fall to the ground I get up and fight another round
And I got money on my mind, money on my mind, but now

[Hook]
I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you, I keep thinking of you
Girl, I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you, I keep thinking of you
I keep, I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you, I keep thinking of you
Girl, I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you, girl

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
And we ain't even gotta go far, we ain't gotta talk about the war, we can just (Get it (7x)
I said we ain't even gotta go far, we ain't gotta talk about the war, we can just (Get it (7x)

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Damn I'm just thinking home 3 winner
Chirping late night, she had the light up antenna
Voices far from ?
13 speaking like we 23 sometimes I would even miss dinner
Cause talking with you felt more important than Jordan's release when the 17's, remember
I get em, similar to any girl I've mentioned
They only thought I'd mention I'm only playing with your intuition
Your senses sensed that I was different
But too flashy for boyfriend material
But I beg to differ
And this is it I'm showing you more material
Now listen, let's Kiss, like Gene Simmons
I've got a vision, fuck a title
We the perfect image, you and I
No eyein' them, them girls, you be eyein' them, cause they be eyein' him
They water stronger than vitamins
Loving you to death, I didn't expect
Beautiful girls, make you suicidal
I guess I'm dyin' then..
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Up jump the boogie, and shorty said she feeling my flavor
And even when I ain't looking, I got her on my radar
And yes I know man I am so, so blessed to have her
So yesterday, today, and the day after; I keep thinking of you
I keep thinking of you

[Hook]

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Shorty said she feeling my swag
Shorty said she feeling my style
I keep thinking about her
About you, about you

I keep, I keep, I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you, girl
I keep, I keep, thinking of you I keep, I keep thinking of you, girl
I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you
All the things I could do, I could do them to you
And I'm thinking of you, thinking of you

Young Moulah baby
I spilled my drink
Change your drawers baby
Will somebody please please double-cup me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Take It Slow[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Catch the wall girl, catch the wall girl

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
You got friends I ain't sure about
Motormouths talkin' 'bout what they ain't sure about
I vote em out, fuck them hoes, they a dark cloud
It's pourin' down and what she ain't tryna go through
We go around, damn, why we gotta turn down?
Learn how good dick'll turn your world around
Deserve a crown on my shit and a turban how
I put it down and the liquor make you run your mouth
You broke it down
And everything we spoke about, it won't get out
And even though I know you're down
You punkin' out
And after I get all the routes, I'm comin' down
That's why we always fallin' out, girl (Girl, girl)

[Chorus: Janet Jackson]
There's-there-there-there's something I want to tell you, tell you
There's something I think that you should know
I shouldn't really love you
Let's take it slow

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Huh, you got a ass like whoa now, profound
But you tellin' me to slow down, oh wow
You don't say that when them hoes 'round
'Cause you want them hoes to know, huh
I found love and you co-found
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Why we gotta turn down a match made
In heaven never burn out, just ask the clouds
You got me playin' cat and mouse, what's that about?
Teach you how to love 'til you get a cap and gown
But you givin' me the runaround, honey child
"I love you" are strong words, I'm muscle bound
And you tell me to settle down, let's settle down
But before I put the peddle down, you let me down, girl

[Chorus: Janet Jackson & Lil Wayne]
There's-there-there-there's something I want to tell you, tell you (Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl)
There's something I think that you should know
I shouldn't really love you
Let's take it slow
Catch the wall girl, catch the wall girl

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Huh, you got a ass like whoa now, poke out
But you tellin' me to slow down, oh wow
You don't say that when them hoes 'round
'Cause you want them hoes to know now
Make me tell them hoes no now

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
But we gotta slow down 'cause you hearin' that I ho around
Don't feed into it like a closed mouth
Make me put my soul out
Girl, you so cold, get your snowplowed
I got the spirit like a ghost town, spirit like a ghost town
This dope dick will have you doped out
My boxer draws' like a dope house
While you tryna hold out, I'm tryna fuck around the whole house
I'm so for real like a fold-out
Girl, girl, girl, girl
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Ooh, she on a handstand
Ooh, she on a handstand
Ooh, she on a handstand
Pop-pop, p-poppin' on a handstand
And then you
Catch the, catch the wall girl
You gotta catch the, catch the wall girl
She shake-shake that ass though
She gon' shake-shake that ass though
Ass like whoa now, so round
She tellin' me to slow down, oh wow
She don't say that when them hoes 'round
'Cause she want them hoes to know now
She just like to see them hoes pout
Why we gotta turn down? Wild out
I'm just tryna have a turned out, why not?
I don't know what she worrin' 'bout
Concerned 'bout, "I'ma let it all work out"
Girl

[Chorus: Janet Jackson & Lil Wayne]
There's-there-there-there's something I want to tell you, tell you
There's something I think that you should know
I shouldn't really love you
Let's take it slow
I'ma let it all work out, girl
There-there's something I want to tell you, tell you
There's something I think that you should know
I shouldn't really love you
Let's take it slow
I'ma let it all work out, girl
There-there's something I want to tell you, tell you
There's something I think that you should know
I shouldn't really love you
Let's take it slow
I'ma let it all work out, girl4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Got Em[Intro]
Chef prepared dinner eating ass nigga
World renowned clit and feet and ass kisser
You best beware of me you cheating ass nigga
Cause when she leave your ass I send a limo, not a cab nigga
It's Carter Luther King she free at last nigga
I’m who she with when you can't reach her ass nigga
I tell her it's gon be okay then squeeze her hand
Then I make her feel younger than Peter Pan nigga

[Verse 1]
I done went blind on they ass
Come your fine ass here I get behind all that ass
Leave his ass behind girl, shine on his ass
How you spending time with me but serving time with his ass?
Deuces on his ass
Dining somewhere probably eating sushi on his ass
We probably somewhere quiet watching movies bout romance
I got you on an island with a booty full of sand, and you come back with that new booty and new boobies on his ass
And now, all of a sudden he wanna play husband, he wanna lay up and he wanna make up and he wanna straighten up and
It been too late for it
I renovate for him, now she say fuck him
Cause he ain’t bout shit, Let him know I got this
Girl tell him get off your dick

[Hook]
Tell him I say
Got em, got em, got em (she's gone)
Got em, got em, got em (she's gone)
I got em, I got em, I got this, I got em, I got her, I got em, I got em
[Verse 2]
Lord I done went blind on they ass
Her fingers in my hair, and you know mine in her pants
She sit me in the chair and then she tie up my hands
She get on her hands standing, put her legs on my shoulders
69 on that ass, 7 days a week I put this fire on her ass
So when he wanna fuck she be too tired for his ass
She used to think the stuff that she can buy for his ass
Now all she think about is stuff that I can try with that ass
And now all of a sudden he wanna play husband
He wanna lay cuddlin, He wanna make up and
He wanna straighten up and, it been too late for it
I renovate for him, Then she say fuck him
Now it's time (now it's time girl)
For you to go and dye your hair blonde (alright, alright)
We're one of a kind (twins), oh Lord (double trouble), Yeah
Now she's mine, I'm sure she’ll let him know in her spare time
And fuck his response (fuck him), Oh Lord
Cos he ain’t bout shit, let him know I got this
Girl tell him get off your dick (bye)

[Hook]
Tell him I said
Got em, got em, got em, got em, got em, got em
I got em, I got em, I got this, I got em, I got em, I got em, I got em
[Verse 3]
Lord I done went blind on their ass
Girl come your fine ass here I get behind all that ass
And grind on that ass
You tired of his ass and you tired of his lies
Time to spread your wings, open wide butterfly
Time to do your thing, rub your eyes butterfly
He was nothing but a fling, just some fries on the side
I know nothing's what it seems, and you tried many times
Got the man of your dreams, then surprise "rise and shine" (Lord)
So now it’s time (time, girl)
It's time for you to go off and do your thing, your own thing
And you should change your line
And before you leave give him back that small ring
It don't bling

[Bridge]
Now all of a sudden he wanna play husband
He wanna lay cuddlin
He wanna make up and
He wanna straighten up and
It been too late for it
I renovate for him
And then we say fuck him
Cause he ain't bout shit (Cause he ain’t bout shit)
Let him know I got this
Now when he call, her phone say "Side Bitch"
Tell him I say Got em
Tell him I say Got em, I got em, I got em, I got you, I got you
I got you, girl I got you
She's gone
[Outro]
And you ain't gotta worry cause I got you (she's gone)
And you ain't gotta worry cause I got you (she's gone)
Fuck him, I got you, you got me, Got em1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Put My Money[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I all nighted, I every dayed it
And when it comes to my dues, I over payed it
Rated hood bitch, Bitch I'm hood bitch
I ain't an asshole, but I'm on some hood shit
I wish I would switch, I don't know how
Blood gang sworm like a red ant pile
Mean mug, like I can't smile
Like my grill didn't cost me a 100 thou

[Hook]
Put my money, money where my mouth is

[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
Naw, I don't fuck around, stay on my J.O.-
Hov' been about that dough since I was a day old
Oh, push perico if I need to for the Root of Evil
Was born in the belly: that's the way the streets breed you
One life to live - notice you get no sequel
So I truly got to live this like my last movie
6 oohie, jewels dripping, big tooly
I ball for real: y'all niggas is Sam Bowie
And with the third pick, I made the earth sick
M.J., him Jay, fade-away, perfect
I rhyme sicker than every rhyme-spitter
Every crime-nigga that rhyme or touch a mic
Because my mind's quicker
I'm a '88er, 9-6 to "Reasonable Doubt"
Temper short; don't take much to squeeze you out
Yeah you shining, but the only thing you're leaving out
You're a candle in the sun - that shit don't even outEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Swagger From Us(Sample from M.I.A's "Paper Planes")
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us
Swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us
Swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us
Swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us
Swagger-swagger like us

(Verse 1, Lil Wayne)
Pull up on the corner, windows down on the space ship
Ballin' so hard man, I deserve a Naismith award, applaud
Like I'm on stage bitch, married to the money (Evil Empire)
I just skipped the engagement
I'm fly, my ally is the bird game
The top flew off of my whip, bird brains
Third lane in the back of the first lane
I need Rihanna's "Umbrella" for this purple rain
Earth to wayne, call it Wayne's World
Money money, call 'em Wayne's girls
Young money gangstas
Runnin this shit like a flanker
Ain't a clique like mine
We click like 9's
And we get higher than six by nines
The stove ain't watch, cuz it's my time
Bathroom swagger ain't shit like mine
(Hook) [Jim Jones]
No one on the corner have swagger like us [Not at all]
Swagger like us
Swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us
Swagger-swagger like us [I don't know what corner they from]
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us [We from them corners that do it]
Swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us [On my corners we make swag]
Swagger like us [And we sell it to y'all]
Swagger-swagger like us [JONES!]

(Verse 2, Jim Jones)
Took ballin to a phenomenon (What else?)
I caught niggas snorin with no pajamas on (Section C)
Talkin slick, who am I to reply?
So fly, you would have to shoot me out of the sky (I got my target)
Mayday-mayday, they said he parachuting
The air got polluted when I had the Maserati (Vroom)
But now I'm gettin green, I'm thinkin higher than Ferrari (Yes)
You should call me god body (Learn ya lessons)
Fresh to def to the arm legga legga (And)
All white Nikes, check the bomb was venetta (And)
One jet, I can change the weather
Lookin all gully in my herm-ay skully (Damn)
Threw on a scarf, look with a different Louie (Whatever)
Niggas can't touch me like Jim had the cooties (He got the cooties!)
Stunt so hard that niggas wanna sue me
The rap money good, but wait 'til I get to movies!
(Hook) [NOE]
No one on the corner have swagger like us [Like the young Will Smith of this shit]
Swagger like us
Swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us [Bird game baby, capo what up!]
Swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us
Swagger-swagger like us [Yeah, Baltimore banger, man]
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us [Let me test this mic out]
Swagger-swagger like us

(Verse 3, NOE)
Listen, who kid? It's the new kid
The ber-berry boss, asterisk on the shoe, kid (Fly)
The Baltimore Buccaneer, the explorer
In Tom Ford linen and a crispy fedora
Caught throwin a tilt
Thought I was the man 'til I puff the open sex, her ass dropped on the silk
The nocturnal hustla, product of the evening
Gritty, runnin through New York City like the thieving
Time to up the ante
Pockets uncanny
Bulging Kim pussy pressed against the panty
Now I'm in Vermont, and done funny in Miami
Duckin rat packs like Sinatra and Sammy
Trust me, I've been underneath the tap
Doin time, pressin jeans underneath the mat
Waitin on feet up
Now I hate to speed up
My g, you wanna ride?
You gotta raise the front seat up
(Hook)
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us
Swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us
Swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us
Swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us
Swagger-swagger like us

(Verse 4, Twista)
T the best!
I styled it with that category
Others got a lot of stories
All these other rappers bore me
They say Twista, won't you take this to your laboratory
No ones in the category
Talk about your swagger for me
Nobody fuckin wit Twist'
I be havin to fill the irrelevant
And then I be killin 'em off with my ana'
It's like I'm a scorpion, like I'm an elephant
Fill 'em with venom and then I'mma stomp 'em into oblivion
Like I'm a million, like I'm a billion
Like I'm a trillion, I'm a gazillion, hey!
Hit 'em in the body with a millimeter then I gotta put 'em in the dirt
Put me in the middle of the money, cuz I know I gotta get it
So I know I gotta work
Grab them since '91, when I came at them differently
I am the first
They be comin and travelin with the dead bodies of rappers
And I am the hearse
Twiiiiistaaaa
I'mma get money killa, stay full of swagger
And that eat'cha beat'cha
Twiiiiistaaaa
I got that horror flow
Call it the creature feature

(Hook)
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us
Swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us
Swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us
Swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us
Swagger-swagger like usEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Mona Lisa (Demo)[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish these
Hope it ain't too many feelings involved

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', poppin' bottles
Gettin' drunk with these bitches, and when they leave they get followed
Fall asleep with that bitch and really don't know much about her
When you really should sleep with a choppa 'cause you gon' wake up and see me with some choppas

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I be with bitches that be with bitches that be with niggas with riches
I tell 'em, "Get him," they say, "Yes, daddy," and they don't care how we split it
And they so pretty, and their hair lengthy, he hit it and sleep on her titties
Then she give us the word, we come through with AKs, it's a stick-up, she scream like a victim
Now you feelin' so silly, I smoke color purple, I'm up in here feelin' like Celie (Ooh)
Nappy-ass dreads, what's that you say? Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (Ooh)
You can get snaked, you can get faked out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel, that bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like a frisbee
And you tell her your business, she tell me your business, you tell that bitch what you feelin'
All of the beans you be spillin', to you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillin's
She know where you hide to tell me where it's hidden, she know when you're gone, tell me when to visit
We break in your home and take the specifics, and meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with you
So she don't get blamed, we don't snatch chains, we find out addresses, and we don't leave messes
You'll only know that it's gone when you checkin', then your first thought is to start second guessin'
She say, "What's wrong?" He say, "Nothin', keep restin'," she say, "What's missin'?" "How you know somethin' missin'?"
He scratched his head, she say, "Get back in bed," then she gave him some head
Boy, you can't trust them bitches, and then she say, "Ooh, daddy, ooh," woo
She say, "Ooh, daddy, ooh," yeah, she took off his pants and his shoes
He opened his eyes and saw that barrel goin' "boom," nigga, yeah
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', poppin' bottles
Gettin' drunk with these bitches, and when they leave, they get followed
I be with bitches that know the bitches that's with the niggas we followin'
Get them on the line, stay two cars behind, and tell them hoes, "Don't be so obvious"
Mona Lisa, long hair, don't care
She handle the business and don't ever tell, she bite the bullet and cough up the shells
She tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place," and if he say yeah, then we meet him there
She don't want love, she just want her share, she feed him lies with his silverware

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I know a bitch named Liz, this nigga think she his 'cause she tell him that it is
So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears, and then she tell me and I be all ears
And then I go and tell my people, and they already know him, and then I call Liz, and she say he comin' over
I say, "Good girl, just remember what I told you," she say, "Yes, daddy", I say, "Girl, you're a soldier"
So we're waitin' outside, we watched him pull up, and walk up to the door
And right before he knock, she open the door naked, they started French kissin', but he didn't see moi
She left it unlocked, they didn't make it to the room, so they stopped on the couch
Music up loud with his head in the clouds, turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him
Piss a nigga off, shoot him dead in his frown
"Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck around, I ain't here to fuck around, caught you wit' your pants down
You know what it is, put your fuckin' hands up,  Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down"
And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her, she a good actress and you a dead actor
You'll be dead after we get what we after, if Liz call you daddy, we call her a bastard, oh
I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga, but think for me, nigga
Send her to you like she ain't for me, nigga, and if you alone, she bankrupts you niggas
She pour you a drink, that drink on me, nigga, she slip somethin' in it, now faint for me, nigga
Then you wake up and see guns in your face, and Mona Lisa out of frame on these niggas
Pussy got you out of character, nigga, you fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga
We take everything that you have 'til you don't even have an opinion, we have your attention
And now you're lookin' down a barrel though, nigga, you more terrified than a Fatter Joe, nigga
Don't be a pussy for pussy, my nigga, don't be a asshole over pantyhoes, nigga, quit playin'
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
She say, ooh, Daddy, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
She say, ooh, no emotion, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup and a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall
Chillin' with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter, four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball
Paparazzi lookin' at 'em both poppin' up and take a picture, uh, probably on a Internet blog
In a minute, he gon' be admittin' that he love her on his mother, man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls
And he diggin' in it like he livin' in it, make a new religion with it, man a nigga 'bout to go against God
Poetry in a pear tree, sweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked him
Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi? Never gave two fucks, jumped in the backseat
Woke up in the morning to The Great Gatsby, then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie
I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughing, I'ma call up again like I did last week
Make good with the friend and I'm all jazzy, Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley
Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy, bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me
Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me 'bout a motherfuckin' double-standard, acting
Fucking on another nigga, that's a negative alone, but you sucked this dick, that's just nasty
Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone! (No) You fuckin' with Wayne's? (No!)
Bitch, gimme your phone! (No! Let me, let me take this call real quick) (… lick me like a lollipop)
He on your fuckin' ringtone? Is that the shit that you do? Touchin' yourself, lookin' at Kendrick videos
Jump on the internet, watchin' his interviews, I don't know what the fuck lately got into you
Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder, forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter?
The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma, daycare after school and she never did charge you
You scandalous as fuck and I hope you blow up, you know what, I give up, let me go get my gun
I got one in the chamber I'm plannin' on aimin', goddammit, you know that the damage is done
Bitch, I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stress, I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess
So in conclusion, since you like rappers that's killin' that pussy, I'm killin' myself
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
She say, ooh, Daddy, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
She say, ooh, no emotion, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Get Something[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
Lexus, Benz, Impala's wit' the top down drivin' careless
Swervin' through from left to right, and I'm dressed so super tight
Baby girl shake it like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now

[Lil Wayne]
I'm hot from New Orleans
Weezy F Baby
Way above ballin'
Stay above yall and
I got da A and da K if y'all want it
I'm making way for my homies
Better not sleep, stay awake for the moment
It's young Carter come and get it in order oooh...hotter
You six feet in the six
Im snuffed in the Bentley
Oooh..shorty stop playin' wit' me
I'm da heart of the SQ mobbers
Mobbin' wit my black Madonna
Get my back momma
Got that Mac persona
I'm a P.I.M.P, I'm the uncrowned K.I.N.G
I'm from uptown never tempt me
Cuz its like nevada
Ill leave my desert empty uhh
Bezzle yellow SP Yeah..
Ain't a fella hotter than me, ain't another better than me ooh
[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Hole in the door fo' show ya boy rollin'
I'm cold wit' da' flow no boast but y'all boring
Holding my coast by myself never folding
Throwing the SQAD 7 up lettin' em know it
Wizzle F toting floating
Notice the stroke in my motion, strollin'
Toke and a poke and a smoke got me loaded
Put a purple ocean in my soda make potion
Pull a rover over by some hoes make noise
Roll ya body like a snake slow for all my boya'z
Wizzle hotter than ya hottest gat but so poised
Bodies flying in the air while I whip the Harley
I'm hardly seeing you playa you can't see me
I'm a gangsta I supposed to be on TV, really
And the rolls gold bezzle show clearly
Fee where you at you gotta feel me Daddy

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
See I look to my side and Lil Gudda say peel ya
Weezy F get familiar y'all boy's startin na get pecuiliar
I'ma's kii..kii ..kill ya
I'ma Kit Kat dealer
I'ma Maybach wheeler
I'ma get them millions
Like a slick big William hater
Big willy like I fuck's wit Jada
I ain't got nothin' but yaya man
Nothin' but flavors man
Nothin' but wages man
Nothin' but paper
I'ma fuck it and take it and show all of my homies
Drop 20's on the 'Rari
Scratch off at parties
I'ma make your hoe grab all her shorties up in the Escalade Suburban
Snatch off that lingerie
I'ma make y'all boys back off the army
Put that hammer to your dome
Now come off that arm piece
And I like that chain
I'm feeling that heck
My papi's Ozzy Ozbourne
And I'm feeling like Jack
Gimme dat!
[Chorus]

That's wassup
Man, it's weezy F man
AND The F is for fly (flllyyy)
Birdman junior...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Not Like Me[Intro: Paparue]
Original roughnecks, hear {laughing}
Check!

[Chorus: Paparue]
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family

[Verse 1: 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: Paparue]
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family

[Verse 2: Mannie Fresh]
Eeh, what, what
What, you think I'm scared?, 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 bump into to ya, you all about fun
What made you bring a knife to a gun fight... now that's not right!
Why your bitch-ass even showed up tonight?
Nigga, we use ta kick it like Tai Bo
I don't know.. what made you go sideshow, turn jive whore
Kickin', trifling, dirty, and low
We use ta split chicken.. ride ta Texas and back
I drive tha rental car while you drive tha Cadillac
Shakin' like a pair of hot dice
Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcements, and police
Niggas turn like fake gold.. sell they soul
Treat'cha like Chicago in tha winter: ice cold!
9-karat 44's, and Calicos
Keep a clean nose
And tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes
[Chorus: Paparue]
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family

[Verse 3: Baby & B.G.]
Nigga outta line, get smoked
I don't kidd, or joke
Fuckin' with my B.G., off top I'm goin' broke
I don't play with these niggas
I get.. low down and dirty
And have niggas' brains coverin' tha ground
I'm tha number-one stunter, you don't want my trouble
I'll have four niggas in your hood in my hummer
I'm from back in tha game, but ain't a damn thing change
Ya get a whole thing for ten, nigga, tha price tha same
My money long, within the runway at a airport
I just bought a Hotel Cash Money Resort
Hoes love my grill, hoes love my crib
These hoes just love tha way that.. Baby live
But I'm a thug-ass nigga, arms full of some tats
Got a Cash Money Millionaires 'cross my back
You don't want funk with me.. I don't think you do, nigga
We'll put ten-a-piece on your whole crew
What! Bitch....
[Chorus: Paparue]
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR familyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Anything[Hook]
I'd risk everything
For one kiss, everything
Yes I'd do anything
(Anything?)
Anything, for you

[Verse 1]
Go DJ, cause that's my DJ
No more producer so, that's my DJ
I know the story, same song, that's a replay
We pressing fast forward, this ain't the last straw
We all ready to shit, don't need an asshole
And if you feeling froggy, leap you little tadpole
Yea it's that cold, but I'm so family fam-o
Got 'em on my back like a camel
I say I got them on my back like ammo
Stop the sweating, damn where did all your fans go?
Cash Money Millionaires, straight cash flow
We don't need nobody else, Lil Weezy got the cash flow
Yea, so flow on lil nigga
Got the company, I can throw on my own lil niggas
And ya'll can team up and come on lil niggas
Ah, stop crying, what's wrong lil niggas?

[Hook]
I'd risk everything
For one kiss, everything
Yes I'd do anything
(Anything?)
Anything, for you
[Verse 2]
Hey, the situation ain't all that
And bitches say your conversation ain't all that
And we ain't got the time of day for all that
So bitch nigga get your money and fall back
And in the long run, they gone crawl back
But ya'll got problems Einstein couldn't solve Jack
Don't take it personal, somebody had to jump up
And I happen to have a broom to come and sweep the mess up
It's me, Baby and that's me
And maybe you'll diss me
But fuck it, then it's beef
We laughing at you clowns
You niggas got that hating season passing it around
But we still got caskets in the basement
Burners on the counters and tats on our faces
Yea this is what you want
You said it was a publicity stunt
Well bitch I'm a stunner (The son of a stunna)

[Hook]
I'd risk everything
For one kiss, everything
Yes I'd do anything
(Anything?)
Anything, for you1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Stunt When I See You[Intro]
We the best! (Yeah) Who? We! We the best(uh-huh)
Its alot of money on this track(yeah)
So much money we can't even count it
We gotta weigh it
See what we about to do is? (yeah) whats that wayne?
Exactly (listen) what they can't do! True that!

[Verse 1: Bow Wow]
Hay we's the number one stunna ha Bow Weezy(speak)
I spit two hundred now my necks so freezy
Hay look my pockets stay fat like Norbit(damn)
Ball so much that I should play for the Hornets(cash ha)
Rocks so rocky I ain't talkin bout the movie(yep)
Your girl love me when done she wipe me down like Boozie(ha damn)
I keep paper a student in school(okay)
Around her we ride 28's, fuck 22's
Nigga try to stunt on me, I'm a stunt way harder(hay)
Black car spinnin call me, Mr. Tear-The-Mall-Up(ha)
So bring niggas to the left to the left
And I'm all about my benjamins just like Mike Epps(money)
When it comes to the hoes hell yeah I got alot(true)
In the club poppin bottles but my name ain't Yung Joc(ha)
And ya already know I'm the freshest
With some many chains on me it'll make Slick Rick jealous(HA)
[Hook]
(Bow Wow) I'm a young nigga with money
What she gon tell you young nigga with some money
(Lil' Wayne) Hay you young nigga with money(thats me)
What you gon do with all that money
I'mma stunt (when I want to) I'm a stunt (when I have to)
I'mma stunt (what I need to) I'm a stunt (when I see you)
I'mma stunt (when I see you) I'm a stunt (when I see you)
Evertime I see you I'mma stunt (When I see you)

[Verse 2:Lil' Wayne]
Weezy F. Baby, these hold nomen
Young meal ticket, watch me kick it like Shinobi
Flip it like arobics, my flow is so heroic
My girl got a fat ass and I catch it when she throw it
Ill wet you in the mornin, burn ya in the evenin
Dump ya at night and that duffle bag light
Like my shades hella dark and my red flag bright
Got ya bitch blowin me, like she playin bag pipe
Yep I lay that pipe, I'm the plumber to ya women
Im the flame on the stove, in the desert in the summer
I'mma stunna so, I'm gonna stunt on you bitches
Big tow trucks sitin on chrome inches
My account look like foreign digits
Dont play in that water cause today I'm goin fishin
You dont get it, thats why I punch that 430
Til got it up on inches(too late)
And I'm a young nigga with money
Now what you gon tell a young nigga with MONEY?!
[Hook]
(Bow Wow) Hay you nigga with money(yeah)
What you gon do with all that money well
I'mma stunt (when I want to) I'm a stunt (when I have to)
I'mma stunt (what I need to) I'm a stunt (when I see you)
I'mma stunt (when I see) I'm a stunt (when I see)
Evertime I see you I'm a stunt (When I see you)

[Verse 3: Bow Wow]
If your watch cost a hundred, you ain't ridin 28's
You ain't stuntin like this (no)
You ain't stuntin like this (no)
And if your crib didn't come with the butlers and the maids
You ain't stuntin like this (no)
You ain't stuntin like this (no)
And if you ask for the price, when you shop at the mall
Then you ain't stuntin like this (no)
Then you ain't stuntin like this (no)
And if you dont make it rain, when your up in the club
Then you ain't stuntin like this (no)
Then you ain't stuntin like this (no) NAW!

[Hook 4X]

Say nigga this ain't gon stop know what I mean
Thats me! shiittt! What you know about ridin 26's nigga
Better read about this nigga real talk
My paper long baby what I'm sayin man
You niggas got to get your weight up
Better eat some weaties around here nigga for realEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Beef[Intro]
Check
Huh
What?
What?
Let's go, nigga (Where you at, Wheezy?)

[Verse 1]
You liable to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick
Or standin' over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick
And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips like bananas
We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannons
We ran in habitats with masks and plastic gats
Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's crack?!!"
I flash the mack in front of your gal and make her tell
Like, "Slut! Where's the yay, or I'mma pop one in your grill!"
It's Lil Wayne, nigga - blast and bang triggas
Pay with my change, then I'm gon' have to bang niggas
I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain, nigga
Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves, nigga
If you out, you can find me on the street with the work
If it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the work
Never slip - I empty half a clip deep in your shirt
And put your whole clique deep in the dirt
Smell me?
[Chorus]
Who wan' beef with 'em?
Who wan' creep with 'em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em
Who wan' beef with 'em?
Who wan' creep with 'em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

[Verse 2]
Look
I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the field with heaters
Let my nine-millimeters kill your peoples
Bust up in your house and put the gun to lil' Renita
Give me the yay, or else I'mma put her in her sneakers
Wow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black with no smile
Me, Turk, Geezy, and 'Nile - chicka-POW!
How come these niggas keep burnin the world?
And why the hell this nigga Wheezy keep firmin your girl?
Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal Bentley drop
Then I'mma put that up and hop in the van and hit your block
Tell your mom to get the cops cause y'all gon' need 'em
When you see them bullets that my Glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em
See this for all my niggas in the pen, I hope for freedom
And this for all my niggas buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaper
Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I come
Wayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me?
[Chorus]
Who wan' beef with 'em?
Who wan' creep with 'em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em
Who wan' beef with 'em?
Who wan' creep with 'em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

[Verse 3]
Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, crash the place
Mask the face, automatic attach to waist
You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad
There will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head
And they gon' either get it right, or they get it at night
And when they spit, it lick his ass twice like 20 damn dice
Henny and ice is what I prefer, but light on the rocks
I pack them clips tight on them Glocks and light up your block
And if there's coke involved, then your throat's involved
I get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of y'all
Me and my nigga, Super Sosa, run up in your crib
While your grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her
If you wan' grudge, chances slim like Ethiopia
If you want drugs, I got more flavors than Fruitopia
Recognize it's real and nothing other than that
Cause one from the mac'll have blood coverin your back, ha?
[Chorus]
Who wan' beef with 'em?
Who wan' creep with 'em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em
Who wan' beef with 'em?
Who wan' creep with 'em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em
Who wan' beef with 'em?
Who wan' creep with 'em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em
Who wan' beef with 'em?
Who wan' creep with 'em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

[Outro]
Who wan' beef with a nigga? Creep with a nigga?
When it comes down to guns, look, I sleep with them triggas1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Enemy Turf[Intro: Juvenile]
Ah hmmm hmmmm
Hmmmm Hmmm

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
When I say I don't give a fuck
I mean that yeah
Niggas brains is gettin bust
I don' seen that yeah
If a shipment was comin in
I need a haul of dat wodie
I need a sixty-forty nigga
And no chargin' that wodie
You done heard about Michael Jackson
And shiggidy shit
But you ain't never heard about me
When I'm flissin a bitch
Niggas doors gettin knocked
Clean off of the hinge
See that red dot comin for
Me and my girlfriend?
Cause I wants mine
I needs mine
And I'm about to get mine
But these dying
Look lil' daddy
You ain't got to worry about none of these other niggas
You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get ya
Look, I make a phone call to the big dog
Y'all bitches better handle y'all business before I hit y'all
Even though a nigga rich and I rock ice
I still bust a nigga head on the block aight?
[Chorus: Juvenile & Lil Wayne]
It's enemy turf that I'm on
So I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calico
My lil' brother Weezy
It's enemy turf that I'm on
So I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calico
My lil' brother Weezy

[Interlude: Lil' Wayne]
My big brother Juvi
Both hit tha blocks
Strapped up with the Uzis

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
What, What, La
Gun for gun
Eye for eye
Better move yo' wife and son
Cause I ride or die
Cash Money Hot Boy, bless me when I'm gone
But until then, load up the chrome, cause it's on
I been bout it
Put a boot up in my lip and put my thirty up in a clip
I drop the top and then I dip I hit his block and make 'em flip
And I be full of that trash
I be the first one to jump out the jag bust at 'em fast
Watch the bullets chop off the head
And make 'em fall in the grass
One move they all die
Lil Weezy a small fry, but gorilla when it's war time
Y'all better learn
When this nigga shoot it'll be all hell
Well then let 'em burn
Hold 'em fo' ransom, hear me smart boy
Seven churn and I be damn if I let 'em go
If I don't get my dough
Then hell will be all blowin'
Til I R.I.P., C.M.B. I be
I put it down for all my peeps
Nigga, I'm H.B. for real
[Chorus: Juvenile & Lil Wayne]
It's enemy turf that I'm on
So I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calico
My lil' brother Weezy
It's enemy turf that I'm on
So I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calico
My lil' brother Weezy

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
All I know is the streets
And how to strap up
When it's time shoot it
Cock yo' heaters
Tie up yo' bags
It's time to do it
Blaze the blunt
Shut off the lights
And cut down the music
Roll down the windows
Turn the corner
And let loose with the bbbbrrrrrr
If ya don't know now
Then ya never will learn
You can play with Lil' Wayne
And yo' block get burned
You must love to go swimmin
Cause tha water gets deeper
See I bust you wide open
And take 'ya daughter with me
Here come the beat boy
Shoot out the street lights
Time to bring on the heat boy
If you ain't really wit it
Then you better get back
I open yo' chest
And make it look just like a wet cat
This is a death trap
I'mma a guerilla and I mean it
Leave ya' head still in a beanin'
Lyin' on the cement
Calicoe steamin'
Red dot beamin', dressed up suspicious
Play with Lil Weezy, you'll be dinner for the fishes
[Chorus: Juvenile & Lil Wayne]
It's enemy turf that I'm on
So I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calico
My lil' brother Weezy
It's enemy turf that I'm on
So I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calico
My lil' brother Weezy

[Outro]
Enemy Turf
Time to strap up
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Hush Hush[Chorus]
Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry
I'm not sorry, but I lied
It feel a little bit better when you close your eyes, cl-close your eyes
Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry
I know you hate me 'cause I'm right
Just close your eyes, this is my
M-m-m-my lullaby-by-by-by-by

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
(Hush, hush)
Uh, I tell her I'm workin', I'm not with these hoes
Yeah, she say, "You better be workin' and not with these hoes" (Hush, hush)
I tell her what she wanna hear, not what she don't wanna know
She tell me, "Be quiet and ride me slow, like they got bumps in the road" (Hush, hush)
Look, what you don't know won't hurt your ass
Girl, 'cause if you knew better, you'd do better, yeah, whatever, shit (Hush, hush)
I tell you "I'm here" when I'm there and "I don't" when I do
And you just want me to tell all of the bitches I care for it's all about you

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And I get that, so when I'm with them, I just hit that
I don't even kiss back, my white lies are pitch black, believe that
And I ain't proud of myself, I can't lie to myself
I said, "Self, gather yourself," and left her cryin' by herself, whoa
[Chorus: (Lil Wayne)]
Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry
I'm not sorry, but I lied
It feel a bit better when you close your eyes, cl-close your eyes
Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry
I know you hate me 'cause I'm right
Just close your eyes, this is my (You met me this way, baby)
M-m-m-my lullaby

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(Hush, hush)
Uh, I tell her, "Don't worry, it's not 'bout them hoes"
She just be hopin' whenever I'm worried, it's not  'bout them hoes (Hush, hush)
Uh, she act like my stories are not gettin' old
But I know she'd rather hear what I tell her, not what she not bein' told (Hush, hush)
Okay, I lied to you 'cause the truth hurts
And it hurts me too, I would cry with you but I gotta work, I gotta work (Hush, hush)
She say, "You better be workin' and not with these hoes"
But I drive 'em so crazy like I got the wheel on the wide-open road

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And I zig-zag, and when I'm with them, I just hit that
We don't even kickback, chit-chat, nor chillax, believe that
And I ain't proud of that shit, I can't lie about that shit
I say, "Self, snap out this shit," and left her crying 'bout that shit, woah
[Chorus]
Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry
I'm not sorry, but I lied
It feel a bit better when you close your eyes, cl-close your eyes
Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry
I know you hate me 'cause I'm right
Just close your eyes, this is my
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24's Freestyle[Intro: Big Tigger]
I like money and clothes, I like fat freestyle flows
We in Tha Basement booth on B.E.T., Big Tigger you know
It's goin' down, we slam harder than Onyx
I be hooked on the chronic
Get that new album, it's called Tha Carter
December 9th we gonna put it in your stores
Big Tigger comin', we flippin freestyle like it's war
Now g-spot and my man Lil Wayne
We come to the booth we bring that freestyle pain
It's B.E.T., it's the T.I.G
We holdin' it down for the C.M.B
I'm off that top, and we makin' it hot
Lil Wayne step up and show 'em what you got

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Lemme get my seven-and-a-halfs in the booth, mane
I'm in the booth, mane
Sqad up in this, I don't care who not up in the booth mane
The lil boy get shot up in the booth, mane
Pop em right up in this spot up in the booth, mane
Kill a doctor in the booth, mane
How can one human be so sick? Immune to your chick
I move through the club with the tool on my hip
Watch how you dap me off, the strap might go off, POW
And I can take it back for y'all
Like the old '77 Cadillac with walls
I be peepin' in the back, Maybach for y'all
Weezy dope like crack dissolve
Ain't no cases round here gettin' cracked or solved
Cause ain't no boys around here 'bout to crack at all
Baby girl, what's really good? I'm trynna crack that off
Leave your man where he at, and ain't a Mac get off
Man, I got the dreads in the rubberband swingin' in the air
Got this thing in my other hand, ain't bangin' in the air, naw
And I ain't singin' this for help
I mean what I say, and say what I felt
I lean cause the K heavy weight on my left
Yao Ming couldn't block these shots himself
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You Want War[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Aw aw
Aw aw!
Aw aw!!
Peep me out, look!
Head bustin', black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it's Weezy
Nigga, respect it
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 Van Damme
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 neck, and just watch your head fall off... fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what)
I bust tha street-sweeper 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 I don't mind
Run through your clique like a weak defensive line
Yall ain't ready...
[Verse 2: 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..ain't know? I'm tha one from tha T.C
Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G (any G)
On fire, nigga, labeled as a HB
And if I can't kill you.. killin' your family (family)
Think it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see
How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V)
Heads bust if ya really think it's CMB
And I know you all know about Slim and B
We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy
Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee
Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
And Baby still servin' niggas for ten a key... nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Aw, aw, aw, look
Call me Big Baller, Big Tymer, Big Pockets
Call me Big Stunna, Big Stick, or Big Body
Call me that lil nigga with the rope full of diamonds
Call me the number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I'mma holler
With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom
Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain't my problem
Let him know if he come at me bad, then I'mma chop him
Ch-uh.. chop him
Put tha flame to him
All of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him
Cause I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne
Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings
But since I usually... do the best at thangs
That mean I gotta wear a vest at thangs
I really think them niggas jealous... of tha sparkle in my necklace
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Day Dreamin’[Intro: Raj Smoove]
We now return you to your regular scheduled programming
I'm bout to bring out the whole Young Money fam right now
We gon' set this shit off, my nigga Mac Maine for president
G-series out in the streets right now
Hit a nigga on MySpace or somethin' man
Holla

(Sample)
Day dreamin'
I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
On a beautiful day

Day dreamin'!

[Hook]
You already know
What the fuck is poppin'
Baby I'm what's hoppin-a
I keep a Zip-Lock bag full of 'Dro
And I keep a bad bitch wit' me on the low
I'mma be a G until the day that I go
I can feel it in the air
The reaper's comin' slow
[Verse 1]
Shhh...
I can hear the reaper comin'
But I ain't scared, oh, no, no, I ain't runnin'
Now when I walk past, you might see an extra shadow
Angels on my shoulders are usin' me for a battle
Spiritual warfare, good versus evil
I even fought the demons as a semen
Yes I was brought there, cursed ever since my day of birth
Got a Heaven-sent flow, though it's Hell on Earth
So, with that in mind, I don't live for Prada
I'm trying to stack and mack, and got stigmata
Tryin'a get the same fan base as Big Poppa
Sometimes, when I flow, they say the southern Big's popped up
They tell me "don't get murked, or get locked up"
But I'm from Holly Grove, I can't give the block up (Holly Grove)
So til' the day they drop my box, fuck
I'ma ride with my Glocks up
You already know

[Hook]

(Bring it home mang)
I'm hitch hikin' on the highway of life
You might see me on the side of the road
(Who knew this nigga could sing?)
I asked the Lord to be my coat and umbrella
'Cause outside it's rainin' cold
It's so cold
It's so cold
It's so cold (America)
It's so cold
[Verse 2]
I say, Miss America, Land of the Free
You ain't never do nothing for a brotha like me
You sold me a dream of 40 acres and a mule
Then you turn that half-a-acre that I had into a pool
You get up on the news, lying about how the levy's broke
Now Weezy lost 2 Jags, and spitta's Chevy broke
Flooded out engines, messed up suspensions
You took everything we had, Uncle Sam, you Satan fan

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Fo Sheezy[Verse 1]
You know they saying since the bar back on the 'dro, he lackin the flow
And if that ever happen whoa I ain't rapping no more
I'm good with a pina, daq and an o
Gagging and choke like ho put the dick back in your throat
Still packing fo sho
Yeezy Weezy off of the heezy fo sheezy
Cruise with the top off of the 'Ghini
Bars got cheese I got cheddar linguini
That's why I keep the federals scheming
That's why I keep the platinum blinging
Every diamond's like a nice size
I help people with problems look at the bright side
With nice ties on a rise so they sitting me high
And the rims born in '79
Weezy carry the nine Glocks
Slipping they gon have to get six niggas name called carry a pine box
Marry me ma, not
But here's what you can do to me
Give me good brains tutor me
W-E-E-Z-Y Wee

[Hook x4]
They call me Weezy Weezy fo sheezy
Banana clip on the heater
Banana whip on them sneakers
Banana dick going deeper
[Verse 2]
Got a good game honestly so respect the young'n
Got your girl undercover like a detective woman
I'm a mess blow a vest to onion and I'll test your stomach
And the pistols right next to him cousin
I'm a player having sex with dozens
Sex with cousins hoes dissed with husbands
My pants is down her dress is up
Her head down and her neck is tough
She suck till I say, "That's enough!"
We fuck till her ass fractured up
And when I nut no shower bitch pack your stuff
Am I a mack or what
Yep, Weezy macaroni with a bony model bitch
Are you modeling ma
She got her own whip so you following ma
She said she like that squad shit
So oh you swallowing ma
She said she like that hot dick
Well miss I got three bricks and two pills pop
One blunt mami let's roll
And understand, I know what my name is, right
Bitch say it
W-E-E-Z-Y Wee

[Hook x4]
[Verse 3]
I'm so gangsta
If she don't go down no thank you
I got so many bitches so ain't ya
Got so many pictures of Ben Franklin
High top tennis on the car cover of the whole game cold
Fuck it up with me niggas come from all angles
Representing S-Q like the Star Spangled
White tee-fish at Kango
Low top Nikes plus my ho pop Nikes
How exciting we riding in the third lane
Said she like Juvy but prefer Wayne
She can give me head
Call her birdbrain on everything
It's Young Weezy cuz I be golly
My neck more colorful then Nelly, Murph, Ky, Ali
I'm so cold deep
Low seats in the old drop blow reef
Like no cops could fuck with this
Swiftly no tops on the whippy
Cash Money hot Bizzy Lil Wizzy get with me
Now I'ma, I'mma ask you again
You know my name right bitch
Bitch say it

[Hook x2]
[Outro]
W-E-E-Z-Y Wee
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Trigger Man[Verse 1]
Fuck that nigga—pussy-ass nigga
Straight murder that boy and every pussy that's with em
Sit him in the trunk, tell him, "Let's have fun"
No noise fat potato on the end of the gun
My boy’s get that paper just as quick as it come
And if you're standing in the way then mama missing her son
I remember back in the day it was me and Brandon
Cut school, smoke weed, I was strapped, he had one too
Rest in peace from the Hollygrove crew
Tell ya momma I will do whatever she need me to do

[Chorus]
Lil Beezy we use to get red-eye
Can't believe my nigga dead ah

[Verse 2]
I'm an apple street killer, a eagle street soldier
Lil Spitter i'm a ropa, silver duck tape her
I'm a kidnapper, if ya bitch look good bet I'm a get at her
She see me in the coupe I put the petal to the metal
If ya boy wanna trip I put the ratta to the tatta
Everybody scatter tryna get the fuck away
Sparks fly, glass shatter, situation gets sadder
Daddy I'm a pitcher, who's the next batter
I whip it like gadda and I throw it right at em
Junior high school, high school when I had em
Had 10 dollar bags 25 dollar package
We ain't even in the same lane, stop lacking
Damn even Mack Maine tell me i'm macking
Nigga stop trippin, bitch shake ya laffy taffy
This is New Orleans classic, young Wayne the main attraction
[Hook 2]
I got that goose in my system
Somebody gone be my victim

[Verse 3]
Talkin with ya bitch, meeting with ya bitch, creeping with ya bitch Now I'm sleepin with ya bitch, you can keep her, she a bitch
I don't love her, I don't trust her
Nigga own mother told me the bitch loves to hustle
Gotta get that paper baby, gotta get that cake
Cop a black Lamborghini, put gold on the plates
Home to the beach, sand at my feet
R1 one wheel hanging off the seat
My nigga Lil Naughty was a downtown G
We use to blow 2 or 3, tell me all about the streets
My nigga Soulja Slim had a motherfuckin message
Magnolia head busta, Uptown legend

[Hook 3]
Lil Naughty we use to get red eye
I can't believe my nigga dead ah
Lil Soulja he meant what he said, ah
I can't believe that nigga dead, ah

[Verse 3]
My nigga Lil Spitta that's my nigga all day
First bullet out the barrel nigga better guard your face
Say my nigga Lil Spitta he in the game let's play
He about to take over for my half time break
[Verse 4: Curren$y]
Now once upon a time not long ago
He was in the hospital and damn near broke
And all he had was a mask and a Glock
A box of baking soda and a couple of pots
The streets was empty, the fiends was hungry
He wanted to give em just what they wanted
To get cheap coke all he needed was connect
So he called his homie Wayne from the Hollygrove set

[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
Yes, then I got his call, I'll be on the way
Don't worry about nothing but that money to be made
Met up with Spitter we got the shit straight
And I gave him the dope and I kept the yay
Now we on the grind and the bitches know who we are
I come through in the car like gosh
My posture as delicate as fur, I'm all hers
Cut niggas head like barbers, fruity ass niggas is Starburst
Throw em in the ceiling fans
Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking triggaman
Yeah-Yeah, throw em in the ceiling fans
Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking triggaman
Yeah-Yeah the motherfucking triggaman

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Young Money Property[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Curren$y the hot spitter
Fast life, slow slow
Lost a couple, that ain't shit, I got more
Bank so easy, niggas you know me
Bitches talk sideways get smacked the fuck up
I'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup
I'd rather keep my drinks in a thermos
Told yall before I was an advanced learner
Cops tryna send me off to camp like Ernest
Yeah, but I ain't going for that walk
Fuck around with me and I just let that gat talk
Yeah, I'mma let that heat spray
Right where you standing that's where you gone lay
Still play it cool, get off the streets
Cops came to the house, moms told them I was sleep
Cause she memorized the script to a tee
Told them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks
Yeah, another victim of a murderer
Got your family running asking people have they heard of ya
All over, putting up posters
Like you got an album about to drop
But there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket
Label me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah
Rap game said I fell off the scene
Though I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah
[Verse 2: Boo]
It's a shame how I gotta duck shots
From these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops
Fuck it, it just make me grind harder
Now I'm signed to young Carter
P89 be the answers to the my problem
Benchwarmers getting mad, I'm a starter
Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6
Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips
Young Money be the circle that I ride fo'
Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes
It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago
But I got so much love for the south
Where the women be most thick and give great mouth
And love all the shit that a thug be 'bout
Now let these things ling out
YM bitch, now it's time to bang out

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
Gorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow
Ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo'
Escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy
Type of shit I got since the nigga got paid
Nigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me
Still let a nigga put the dick to they face
Run up in your crib, put the burner to your face
Leave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace
But no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall
Tryna mack a little broad and get her back to the place
Yo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold
Catch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl
Then it's back to the hood cause I love the streets
Better find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets
Young Money, that's the clan
Young Maine, I'm the man
Getting money is the plan
The Rugers don't jam
[Verse 4: Lil' Wayne]
Weezy F. kinda nice with the Glock
But I'm better than that with the rock
Tryna land me a spot at the Roc
And my city got word of that
Niggas want me to hook them up with Fox
I done got young Mal off the block
Now the haters don't know where he at
Tryna do the same thing for Cap-
That's my young brother, he got shop
If a nigga try to jack
Then we coming back like Hip-Hop
Got the bullets coming out the pump
Running through your stomach back like a Running Back
I ain't got the Emmitt Smith bitch I got the Dorset
AR-33 shooting like a Cowboy
Tryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born
Young Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy
Got them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck
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Rockstarr[Juelz Santana:]
I'm just a rocka dude
Lookin for my rocka girl
Baby I'll rock your boat
Rock your bed, and rock your world
But you gotta be as fly as me
You gotta know how to rock your stuff
VH1 Brett Michael, Be my rock of love
VS 1, big stones
Lemme rock ya
Maybe marriage, baby carriage
Lemme knock ya up
I could be your rocka daddy
You could be my rocka mommy
I could your chilly pepper
You could be my hot tamale
Have your ever made love to a rockstar?
In a hot car with the top off
In the middle of a parkin lot
You don't care who see, who look, or who watch ya
Pretty face
And the body soft as baby skin
She hopped on me and rode
I thought my name was Harley Davidson

[Girl:]
You got your tattoos
I got my tattoos too
We stay up all night and do what rockstars do
We got the music
Bumpin thru the system
The room is real smoky
Highlights in a mansion
We lovin all night
We sleepin all day
Wake up and hit the mall
Stay fresh and rock our way
They try to imitate us
They could never duplicate us
Pull up in the Ferrari
Saying hello to all my haters
[Hook: x2]
Have you ever made love
To a rockstar
In a hot car
With his guitar, playing on the side
Have. you. ever. made. love

[Girl:]
You drive a fast car
I drive a fast car too
Suicide doors with the topless roof
Now we're cruisin
Glasses on the face
Cus he ducking paparazzi, they high speed chasin
We got a maserati but we drivin in a range
Cus we don't give a damn
Switch rides by the day, day, day
Now this is what I call rockstar love
This was the question I was thinkin of

[Hook: x2]
Have you ever made love
To a rockstar
In a hot car
With his guitar, playing on the side
Have. you. ever. mad. love
[Lil Wayne:]
I'm a r-o-c-k star
And I can play with that pussy like I play my guitar
Call me Weezy F the best you ever saw
She the best you never saw goo you ain't even lookin
Got a chauffeur but he ain't even lookin
We in the back seat poppin like fried chicken cookin
And I'm tied to that pussy like flies on my duce
Shawty got class
And no I won't play hooky
But no not never
Put my feet on the pedal
And make that guitar go madder like
Told ya girl
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HitManLord, I think I need a hitman
Tell Biggie I'm a big fan
Ooh my pockets on biggie smalls, and your pockets on stickman
I just came from the gun store, I swear I spent about 10 grand
I have your family wearing black clothes
And your homies wearing shit bags
Lord, I think I need a hitman
We bout to go kidnap a rich man
If he don’t give it up we chop him up
And send his body parts to his house gift-wrapped
Lord, I think I need a hit man, to put a hit out on the big man
As you can see I've got big plans, big plans to be the big man
Lord I think I need a hit man, cause I can't trust the next man
Lord I thank you for my weed man
But right now we playing phone tag
I’m doing 40 down the boulevard (Ayy)
With my homie that's gon' take the charge (Ayy)
He got the Tommie and I got the Mac
And on your head they've got a contract
Lord I thank you for my hit man, and tell Pac I'm a big fan
I sing Dear Mama to my dear mama
And sing Hit 'Em Up to my Daddy bitch ass (Ooh)
Police pull up, swallow the evidence (Hey)
Then walk off like George Jefferson (Hey)
Its Tunechi baby, I'm a scumbag
And I'm priceless plus Tax (Ooh)
Lord I thank you for these bricks man (Ooh)
I got ’em scratching thats a skin rash (Hey)
Don’t get high off your own supply (Chh)
But I gotta try before I buy (Woo)
I buss back and put that bitch in drive (Oo)
Then circle back and make sure them Nigga's die (Ooh)
I’m hot and spicy with this Choppa nigga
I put it to your ear and BAP, eavesdrop a Nigga
Lord I think I need a hit man, Tell Pimp C I'm a big fan
Pockets on Vin Diesel, pockets on Riff Raff
Niggas faker than witch-craft, I split a Nigga in half
These lil boys they look up to me, I put the G on Giraffe
Lord I thank you for my hit man, but we need to hit a lick man
Cause my girl want some implants
Lord I think the bitch a Kim fan
Doing 40 down the boulevard
I told shawty she gon take the charge
She said its nothing boy I got your back
Because these other Niggas copycats
Lord I think I need a hit man, this for all my fans that been fans
I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry
I’m so sorry for the wait like slim-fast
I stick MDMA up a bitch ass, AT&T, Ass Tongue & Tit man
Shoot the car, brains splash on the tint tag
He zig-zag then crash, Oooh whiplash
Lord I thank you for my hit man
Lord I been a Soulja Slim fan (Ooh)
Pockets on Mack Maine (Nigga), your pockets on stickman
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Fuck That Nigga[Intro]
All I can say is (Say is x4)
*Lighter flicker*
Fuck- fuck that other nigga (That other nigga x3)

[Verse 1]
I wish all the best, I swear I really do (I really do)
Tell that nigga don't fuck up
And I seen your ass the other day
You gaining weight, that nigga killin' you (Killin' you)
Tell his ass that I'll be over there in a minute
I got a couple of my niggas with me
He wanna put his hands on women
Can't believe the nigga trippin'
I'm on my way, until you tell him "Nigga, chill"
She say "That nigga pay the bills", damn

[Pre-Hook]
All I can say is-
Anyway I miss you
If we were and accident, I'm glad it's one we lived through
Girl, fuck that other nigga cause you down for that nigga
Well I guess you look better when you frown to that nigga
I swear I just don't get you

[Hook]
And she say "I don't want to talk about it" (Talk about it)
I said "Cause when we do you always talk around it"
If you love that nigga, what you love about him
She said "Enough about him, nigga, where's yours?"
I- I said "I'm lookin' at her"
And as I glanced more
I could see what lies beneath
Like we on a glass floor
I pray we don't break it
And I pray you and that nigga don't make it
Amen
Girl, fuck that nigga (Girl, fuck that nigga x3)
You deserve the best, I swear you really do
So tell him you gon' pack the fuck up
And I seen you out the other night, drinkin' heavy
Girl, that shit ain't you
Just fuck with me and you'll get over him in a minute
I don't mean to be in your business
You just need to be with a winner, girl
Put on this glass slipper before it break
And then you tell him "Nigga chill" (Nigga chill x3)
She say "That nigga pay the bills", damn
But how the fuck I'm supposed to chill (Chill x2)
Cause fairy tales ain't real, uh
[Pre-Hook]
All I can say is-
Anyway I miss you
And if we were and accident, I'm glad it's one we lived through
And fuck that other nigga but you down for that nigga
Well I guess you look better when you frown to that nigga
I swear I just don't get you (Swear I just don't get you)

[Hook]
And she say "Can we go somewhere and talk about it?"
I said "But when we do you always talk around it" (Talk around it)
And If you love that nigga, what you love about him
She said "Enough about him, nigga, where's yours?"
I-I said "I'm lookin' at her"
And as I glanced more
I could see what lies beneath
Like we on a glass floor
I pray we don't break it
And I pray you and that nigga don't make it (Don't make it x2)
Amen
Girl, fuck that nigga (Girl, fuck that nigga x3)
Yeah, I'm hatin'
Fuck that nigga (Fuck that nigga x2)
Too ungrateful
And if you leave that nigga (Leave that nigga)
I'll be waiting
Fuck that nigga, tell him I said it
Relationship so [?]
Fuck him, I'm a critic
If he can't play his part, then let me audition
I'm just saying tho, girl you need a real nigga
If you gon' let him feed you, least keep a bib with you
[Pre-Hook]
All I can say is-
Anyway I miss you
And if we were and accident, I'm glad it's one we lived through
Girl, fuck that other nigga you ain't down for that nigga
What happens when you no longer around for that nigga
I knew that I would get you
Too ungrateful

[Outro]
I'll be waitin'
Fuck that nigga
Tell him I said
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If I Don’t (She’s Mine)[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Bridge]
She never say, "Never say, 'Never,'" yeah
She never wake up before 7 PM (Uh)
She never dressed for cold weather, uh
And she's mine, she's mine, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
She got the whole world in her panties, yeah
And she mean the world to me, I just don't know what that mean, oh, oh Lord
She got some first class pussy, she got some world class pussy
And she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, yeah

[Chorus]
And who gon' love her if I don't, if I don't
And who gon' fuck her when I don't, no you won't
I choose to fuck her how I want, when I want
She's mine, she's mine, she's mine, yeah

[Verse 2]
Sleeping ain't the same if I ain't sleeping with you, girl (Uh, yeah)
'Bout to drive myself crazy, u-turn after u-turn, oh
Looking at myself in the mirror like, "Nigga, you sure?" (Uh)
Baby got me all shook up and I'd rather be shaken not stirred
(Talk to 'em) I love her no matter what
I love her through thick and thin
I love the way her breath smells as soon as we wake up
I be like, "Ooh, give me kiss," yeah
And no matter what my friends try tell me
We were made to fall in love
And we will be together, any kind of weather
It's like that, it's like that
[Chorus]
And who gon' love her if I don't, if I don't
Who gon' fuck her if I don't, no you won't
I choose to fuck her how I want, all I want
'Cause she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, yeah

[Bridge]
She never say, "Never say, 'Never,'" yeah
She never wake up before 7 PM (Uh)
She never keep up with the weather, uh
And she's mine, she's mine, yeah, yeah, hol' up, hol' up

[Verse 3]
I fell from a cloud to her tongue
I fuck her so good, I got to bow when I'm done
She say all she wanna do is get wild and have fun
My hands in her panties, find a diamond in the rough
If they bottled her up, I'd be a lousy ass drunk
Tell her, "Rivers run deep, I'd rather jog than run though"
Tell her, "Swallow that pride, I ain't cutthroat"
Then she sit on the dick proud, like the front row
And we don't care about what you haters care about
So we don't hear about what you hating about
That's why we gon' move in a bigger ass house
With a whole bunch of rooms with no room for doubt
We got too much going on
Oh Lord, she ain't got no drawers on
But she decide if she wearin' em with a coin toss
Hold on, let me turn my phone off
[Chorus]
And who gon' love her (And who gon' love her) if I don't, if I don't
And who gon' fuck her (And who gon' fuck her) if I don't, no you won't (Nope)
I choose to love her (I choose to love her) how I want, all I want
'Cause she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
And who gon' love her (And who gon' love her) if I don't, if I don't
And who gon' fuck her (And who gon' fuck her) when I don't, no you won't
You used to love her and you won't, now you don't
'Cause she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, yeah

[Bridge]
She never say, "Never say, 'Never'"
She never wake up before 7 PM (Uh)
She never dress for the cold weather
And she's mine, she's mine, all mine, yeah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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In My Life[Intro]
It's nothin', Prefix, go!
Bitch, my name is Weezy F Baby
And you wanna know what the F is for?
That's cause I stay fresh, I I stay fresh
I stay fresh, yeah I stay fresh
You know I stay fresh, so fresh
I say, ain't I the coolest? Get at me!
My name is Weezy F Baby mu' fucka
And this is The Prefix, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Go get that Carter album too when it drops
It's supposed to be June 22nd or something
I don't know, it's up to Universal
But when it do drop, go get that shit
But right now, at this given place and time, I'm tired of you niggas
I need a bed everywhere I go to go to bed every time I hear the bullshit
I'm tired of this shit man, I'm tired of that
It's gon' be real fucked up when I get sick and tired of you niggas
I'mma throw up on one of you boys
How would you like that, huh?
Get trashbags for you, cause you're garbage

[Verse 1]
It's your boy Weezy, from Hollygrove I'm still loc'in
I'm Mannie fresh from the t-shirt to the Forces
Pink got my feet wet, bitch I'm still soakin'
Steppin' out ashy, I need a little lotion
You niggas funny, you gotta be jokin'
My Glocks speak out and the bullets outspoken
I take a week out on the map of the ocean
Way in the middle of the Atlantic I'm tokin'
Just in case one of these niggas jaws open
I jaws 1-2-3-4 bow him
They say he gotta be seasick, how he spit
Keep kickin' it, but you'll never see my knee bent
They got a [?] that I'm deep in
Little niggas I started went off the deep end
But I ain't trippin', I just keep my gun
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
I got 99 partners and a snitch ain't one
I got 99 bitches and I don't love one
My 1999 bitches I been done
In 2000 it was mine, now that's his son
Go Weezy, that's what the freaks say
He like head when he ridin' on the freeway
And them threeways on a weekday
I stopped fuckin' with a girl on her P day
I'm playin', I take you to a whole 'nother land
Get you a Tiffany band
Yo, I got one with a [?] band
If you're sick of me stuntin' then I hope you die sufferin'
In the city dolo most of the time
Since a nigga say I want most of the shine
I hit your head really open your mind
Rude boy dreads, I'm red smokin' a pine
I take a bath with your ho and mine
And make a little butter so it go in fine
I flow tough, you can't go with mine
Message to Miss Cita, I'm focused mom
[Hook] x2
If y'all see them boys tonight
Wait 'til they come up out of them lights
Make 'em come up off of that ice
Bring it back to the hood and flip they shit twice

[Verse 2]
Get your shit sliced
Boy, get your ho card swiped
Credit or debit pussy, I decline your life
[?] payin' your pipe I [?] Medula
Writin' to Rocafella, protectin' the mozzarella
With the toaster strudel, you niggas is noodles
I'm just tryin' to get my palms on that parmesan
You know the usual, pop smoke and neutral
Cop coke and move, no hustler 'til my boot [?]
We are not mutual, we are not pupils
We are not peoples, you are not eagle
You're not Cash Money or Young Money either
You're thinkin' I'mma beat you, I'm thinkin' where should I leave you
I'm legal, respected like a Visa
Kick early game to your bitch like cold pizza
Yeah, I let you know [?]
I am a product, [?] behind 'em yeah
I'm kinda hot, but she don't mind
You might shoot once, I'll bang 3, 4 times
5, 6, 7-8-9
The 10'll empty it, that's the one that I kill you with
Weezy F Baby flow genuine
The track screamin' just like my bitch, "Boy, you killin' it!"
Weezy F Baby flow genuine
The track screamin' just like my bitch, "Boy, you killin' it!"
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Go Hard[Verse 1]
It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets
Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet
Gator seats polar bear floors
I faithfully hold to pimp whores
You ate with me and you gon get yours
This eight with me that's bullets through doors
Got haze in me now I'm so tall
Come blaze with me cuz Beaky got more
And now or later I'm major player
I ball right I need an agent player
Ay ma you tight you need to page a player
That's so tonight you can taste a player
I got the burner on the waist if you flinching
My shit turning on 28-inches
My shit burning like 500 plus
And this album's a three permer and a clutch

[Hook]
24/7 (Yes, sir)
I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard)
Not here

[Verse 2]
I claim squad game till no more Wayne remain
Bang my thing till no more lane remain
Use the left lane man cook up the cocaine
Dudes a lil game and get her to do brain
That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy
Me and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezy
I'm so breezy off the Velvie and the perk
Now I'm getting head on the balcony on Bourbon
Apple and Eagle is the street that I shop
The Birdman my daddy and we fly south
And we don't go to work man we get work out
And the bricks may go as low as ten up in the drought
Niggas is selling and you should be buying
Niggas is telling and you should be dying
Niggas is yelling Cash Money till they kill me
C-M-B, I know you gotta feel me
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
You know if I'm doing it I'm probably doing it for the block
I'm out here bitch I got this here on lock
Come out here bitch I bet this here gon pop
I got ya slick this my year don't knock
Speakers from the front to the rear gon rock
Wood-grain handles to steer it's all hot
I never drove factory and I don't own stock
I drop that bitch on chrome chops, yeah

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Hasta La Vista (Demo)[Intro]
Yeah
I like this vibe
Smoking the good marijuana, man
Sipping the good codeine
What a time

[Verse 1]
Making money bags out of pillowcases
Making money bags on a daily basis
Tattoos on our baby faces, you can't faze to face us
We was raised by Jason, Norman Bates, and Satan, Hellraiser
Stunt like Jason Statham, the J's awaiting, that's my crazy patients
I got what they craving, they place the payment just to taste their favorite
Now I got 'em raving about my latest, you should check the ratings
Separate destinations for the extras making extra paper
Never giving statements to the agents during interrogation
Well aware with proper preparation skipping devastation
Devil never sleep, no sedation until heaven make us
Dreaming 'bout being in better places until hell awake us
We well aware of jealous haters with their allegations
Don't need them to validate us, need their gals to date us
Need their girls to serenade us with their salivators
But we lit like Talladega, Tunechi Schwarzenegger gone

[Chorus]
Hasta la vista, baby
Gone, hasta la vista baby
But I'll be back, baby
Yeah I'll be back, baby
Tunechi Schwarzenegger gone
Hasta la vista, baby
Hasta la vista, baby
Hasta la vista, baby
Hasta la vista, baby
But I'll be back, baby
Yeah I'll be back, baby
Gone, Tunechi Schwarzenegger
[Verse 2]
Oh look, my phone is blowing up
That's your bitch asking to come over, she shall overcome
Oh look my homies showing up, your homies know what's up
It's gon' take some cojones, hope and luck to cope with us, look
We hung right by that corner store with pumps, a lot of dope and bucks
And opened up that box Pandora shut like, keep it closed for what
We keep our noses up to smell the beef
Smell like a rose to us
And all roses must die slow as fuck, we speed it up
We slow it up because we pour it up, you know we pour it up
Trying to coexist with older thugs got us growing up
Knowing much but never know enough, now we loading up
Secret code of trust, keep us holding up and bold and tough
Chin high, eyes forward, shoulders up, protocol, overall
Fight like there’s no tomorrow, soldier (Soulja) boys, you!
Boy you just fuel to all of my fools
I give you little dudes the slaughterhouse rules
Pardon my drool but yall look like food
All that I do is charter my moves
Sparkle my jewels, harbor my goons
I'm hard on my boos cause all they wanna do is come to my room and walk on my moon
All these lil dudes wanna walk in my shoes
And argue about news that’s all about Tune
When all that I do is whatever I choose
And never let you alter my mood, gone
[Chorus]
Hasta la vista, baby
Gone, hasta la vista baby
But I'll be back, baby
Yeah I'll be back, baby
Tunechi Schwarzenegger (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
I'll be back, baby (I'm gone)
I'll be back, baby (I'm gone)
Gone, Tunechi Schwarzenegger

[Bridge]
Hasta la vista, baby
Product of Cita, baby
High as Khalifa baby
I'm on the Keisha baby
Set it off like Latifa, baby
This lean is my anesthesia, baby
Tell the cops I got amnesia, baby

[Outro Chorus]
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
Hasta la vista, baby (Gone)
But I'll be back, baby
I'll be back, baby
I'll be back, baby
Tunechi Schwarzenegger
Hasta la vista, baby
Hasta la vista, baby
Hasta la vista, baby
Hasta la vista, baby
I'll be back, baby
I'll be back, baby
[Outro]
I'll be back, hasta la vista
I'll be back, arrivederci
Gone
Young Mula baby
Hasta la vista, arrivederci
Young Mula baby
Young Mula baby
Arrivederci
Hasta la vista, arrivederci
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Come On[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Where my niggas at, it's play it raw time baby
Load up the guns guerilla war time baby
Light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg
Choppers with drums, uzi's, and Glock time dawg
Murk Whoever he with, they better split cause this the night
And whoever ain't hit, jump out the whip and get it right
Then we run in his house, see anybody and haul them out
Then we empty the clips and let the Lord sort em out
I'm bustin it really, it ain't no stopping me cause I hang up to that Dilly
And now I'm tying up my bandanna and I'm cocking back
Jump out the Hummer send a hundred to your stocking cap
Dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums
Hit your daddy, you sister, your son, your wife and move your momma
Cause I'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
Got a sawed off, tec and I'm bout to knock off your brain
Tell em'

[Chorus: B.G. & Lil Wayne]
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!

[Verse 2: B.G.]
If drama come to me then it come
For that I got two Glocks and a k with a drum
That's what I ride with not what I got got ducked off
The mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off
I got the tillery when beef kick
I got soldiers ready to march when that beef start
I got niggas be in that zone on that herion
I got niggas ready to kill when shit get real
I got niggas that play all out skirts of the field
So get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled
Oh it's a game but it's a game of life or death
You lose and can't continue if you get dome checked
You get blues it's all what duck gonna be next
Come in that water and get wet
Think you can fuck with me, your thoughts will get upset
I don't shot to hit I shot to kill
Believe me I don't shoot for fun when I shoot it's for real
Come on nigga!
[Chorus: B.G. & Lil Wayne]
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Give me the guns, I'm ready to bust one nigga
My nuts hung nigga, since I was young nigga
I get dumb nigga, with the M-1 nigga
I sip some nigga, and I flip some nigga
Imma uptown stunna, what the hell you think
Ready for war, but I ain't captain of no goddamn tank!
And you can take that to vegillity boy
I'm burning up, I'm on fire is you smelling boy
Cause I be coming with the top down
Letting them know how the chop sound
100 rounds tore the whole entire block down
Assault rifle with a drum and beam totter
38 with a speed loader in my holster
Mac uzi achine with a strap around my shoulder
But if I pop my trunk I'm might just set off a damn explosion
I'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
Got a sawed off tec and I'm bout to knock off your brain
Tell em'
[Chorus: B.G. & Lil Wayne]
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
You ain't gotta hollar wodie, here I come nigga!
You ain't gotta hollar wodie, here I come nigga!

[Outro: B.G. & Turk]
They gotta holler at "Lil Wayne!", Here I come Nigga! You ain't gotta holler Nigga here I come Nigga! You ain't gotta holler whodie here I come nigga! You ain't gotta holler Nigga! Here I come Nigga! (Come on, come on, What? Come on Nigga!) (There They Go shorty!) (There they go, come on..)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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The MartianI pop my trunk and everybody get to running
The "fireman" bitch like my body in the oven
I'm one egg short, I'm just tryin' to get a dozen
My name like honey, it got a lot of bitches buzzing
The neck of the barrel is so long and narrow
And it shoot a bunch, you just lunchin' and Monch like Pharoahe
Bloodshot eye's on the sparrow
And I stay high, but on-point like an arrow
Street nigga baby I'm in love with the gravel
Money gives me life like a man with a gavel
I'm strapped at home, I'm strapped when I travel
I pop my trunk and made them bitches spread like cattle

Live from the 504 it's Mr. Crazy flow
Jumping like a bungee no rope
Even in the dungeon I glow
Even if it ain't sunny I glow
If it ain't about money I go
Nowhere I'm nailed to the floor
Money controls where I go
It is the sail to my boat
And it's going down it's going down
Like there's a whale in the boat
See you can smell that I smoke
And yep I sip that lean
You hit me with that combination that make my eyes bleed
I'm a shark in the water yep I swim with the big
So I don't have time to deal with Willy the squid
L-lilly pad niggas l-look at the monster
Y-you don't want to crash like la la labambas
I got them 24 inches, sittin on them Joe Buddens
And the trunk straight jumping, bitch I can't hear nothin'
Though I might do the Spurs, sittin' on them Tim Duncan's
And in that lamborghini, I do donuts like dunkin
How come every bad bitch with a pussy, wanna fuck 'em
But I just feed 'em drugs, and watch 'em fuck each other
My neck was 100, and my wrist was another
It make her pussy wet, I leave that bitch with a puddle
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I should rap with 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 bought a space shuttle2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Project BitchThis is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, an her friends
Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim
I love y'all broads, no disrespect to my dogs
But I love y'all broads, yea I love y'all broads
To the ladies havin babies without no drama
To my niggas with figgas say I love my baby momma
I bought them shoes, them tattoos, an even fixed yo breasts
I put you inside the flyest rides and put a "S" on yo' chest

This is for the ones who wobbled it an be puttin' they mouth on it
An they suck everything out of it then they catch it and swallow it
I'm Lil Weezy for sheezy, I'm off the heezy believe me
See me, I squeeze in between it, and then I leave it so greasy
When I come through in a Rolls Royce, leave them with no choice
But to hop up in it an just let me make they throat moist
Ruby red an vodka it just carry a nigga
Give me three minutes maybe four she be wantin' to marry a nigga

Give me a project bitch
Give me a project bitch chick
Give me a hood rat chick
Give me a hood rat chick bitch
One that don't give a fuck
An say she took that dick

Give me a project bitch
Give me a project bitch chick
Give me a hood rat chick
Give me a hood rat chick bitch
One that don't give a fuck
An say she took that dick
My momma send me by my grandma, my grandma flipped out
And said we ain't gone have no evil in this house
So I rolled out, scoped me a house an sold out
But I fucked up when I started livin' up in this hoes house
Nigga started fuckin' one of the broads
'Cause she was suckin a nigga dick so good keepin' it hard
Lettin a nigga cum all over her chest and tongue
She was still-un, I spared her because her chil-drun
She was a hoe she gave me head behind a building
Ain't sellin' records but her mouth could sell a million
If you wanna take it there we can break it off
'Cause y'all pussy ain't gotta nigga tweakin' at all
I slang this dick summer winter spring an the fall
Ask me to lay it down I'm bringin' it all
I'm tryin' to hit ya from the back til ya holla, "Good lord
This motherfuckin' dick good and it always be hard"

Give me a project bitch
Give me a project bitch chick
Give me a hood rat chick
Give me a hood rat chick bitch
One that don't give a fuck
An say she took that dick

Look a nigga could catch me ree'd up
Them white folks know the code so we g'd up
An my range rover 4 door be dee'd up
Tattoos and new cars and these project cuts
Got this nigga bitch I know been wantin' to fuck
I deal with sluts, ladies an bitches don't give a fuck
Project bosses Weezy say "Respect Us"
Bitch nigga find me in the 4 door Lexus
I got a bitch shoot dice a bitch that ain't right
I got a bitch who will front ya work and will take ya life
I got a credit card hoe, a scam type hoe, a fraud type hoe
Like to snort that dope, a dick suckin' pro
A calico hoe, a real solid bitch out Chicago
I got a Brat type bitch like to whine an shit
I got a project bitch like to start some shit
Give me a project bitch
Give me a project bitch chick
Give me a hood rat chick
Give me a hood rat chick bitch
One that don't give a fuck
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Heavenly Father[Intro sample]
Heavenly Father, creator of all things
I humble myself, as I bow to your throne
Heavenly Father

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take for Goodness sake
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take (Heavenly Father)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I wrote my will just the other week
It was funny, it was only one sheet
And I know there's only one me
But I hope I am everything my son needs
I try and live right, stay on the drum beat
But I'm in the fast lane, in the front seat
I wonder, will I lose control of the Maserati
And hit some tree, just being young me?
Is there a heaven for G's and soldiers?
I can't go to hell, 'cause I'd take over
I feel it approachin' but I ain't scared
I made that bed and I should rest in peace
(Heavenly Father)
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take for Goodness sake
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take (Heavenly Father)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, and everytime I see the sun shine
I drop down and give thanks at least one time
Feeling like I'm living on the frontline
I'm feeling like every second is crunch time
I've had breakfast, will I make it to lunchtime?
And I ain't joking so don't be looking for punchlines
Will I be the next victim of a gun crime?
I don't know the answer, that's 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 (Heavenly Father)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take for Goodness sake
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take (Heavenly Father)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Bury me a gangster 'cause that's what I live
Don't cry for me I gave the best I could give
I can only do me, so that's what I did
And I cherish every breathe of my kid
And I don't wanna go before she grow, that ain't cool
But in this game of life I don't make the rules
Shit, so that's why I get twisted
So I can't feel it when it hits me
And my moms don't need that owner
But I see death around the corner
And if he, so I just gotta make my way around the block
You gotta answer the door when he knock
(Heavenly Father) Belee that

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take for Goodness sake
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take for Goodness sake (Heavenly Father)

[Outro: sample]
Creator of all things
I humble myself, as I bow to your throne
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C.O.L.O.U.R.S.Microphone check 12 or just 1-2
I am me who are fuck you
And I'm 1-2 high you should look up to me
My french girls love it when we smoke the ooey
On bellow fronts I do and we smoke the ooey
I do me she feels me cummin like new teeth
I got paper like loose leaf
Come over here and maybe you can get a few sheets
My bodies unique like the sisteen chapple
Fresh (fresh) 6 pineapples
I should cut myself to see if my bloods red
Baby I brainstorm call me flood head
Married to the money
And if she leaves me bury me money
And when your not good then your arrogance is funny
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Stick ’Em[Refrain 1: Lil Wayne]
Man, fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas
We done came this far, I'm so proud of my niggas
Every house I got came with a lounge for my niggas
I make mountain tops fall to the ground for my niggas
Hit your town with my niggas, shut it down with my niggas
We fucked the same bitch, that's a pound with my nigga
I'ma let my nigga shine, I'ma let my nigga shine
And if you ain't my nigga, you a cloud to a nigga

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Man, I'll cop a key before a plea my brother
Break it down and sell it just to feed my brother
Guerrilla warfare, bitch, I feel like King Kong
Got the world in my hands like a screaming white woman
Dad, why the fuck did you leave my mother?
Rich as a motherfucker, me and my mother
Can't trust her, can't trust her if she ain't my mother
Can't believe these hoes, can't believe it's not butter
Can't believe these niggas, can't believe they're 100
Can't believe the drugs pills, can't believe it's not cut
Can't believe it's real love, can't believe it's not lust
Love is blind, love is blind, with his eyes wide shut
I ain't lyin', you gon' get your bitch kidnapped
You don't answer the phone, you gon' get your bitch whacked
In exchange for yourself, you can get your bitch back
Love is blind, love is blind, 'cause my heart is pitch black
Think fast, blam back, bullets fast, Amtrak
Get your shit ramshacked, get my bitch man jacked
I'm too high to backtrack, it's too good to pass back
Shoutout to the weed man, never sold a bad pack
I'm just sticking to the code, I ain't tryna crack that
Actin' bad on these boys like a bitch with bad cramps
And somebody said "hell" and I caught a flashback
Of that one-man cell, then I had to snap back
[Refrain 2: Lil Wayne]
Like fuck that shit, my nigga, you around all your niggas, around all your niggas
With a Nubian queen, skin brown as the liqueur, brown as the liqueur
And the brand new machine coming down like a missile, coming down like a missile
Brand new machine gun, brrrrr stick em', brrrr stick em'

[Refrain 3: euro]
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas
The money look so beautiful walking up the aisle to a nigga
Tryna figure how an empty background become a crowd full of niggas
And the bitch right next to me feel like she miles from a nigga, at least we all smile for the picture

[Verse 3: euro]
Them niggas that's been there, them niggas my niggas
I need 'em to bring me more rounds for my niggas
We up, I don't have to look down for my niggas
I paid dues, show the amounts to them niggas
She told me she'll only go down on her nigga
And then she looked up with a mouthful of niggas
Doubt that I'll ever be doubtful my nigga
My stamp on the game, send it out to them niggas
I wanna be like Lil Wayne when I grows up
Smile full of bling-bling when I blows up
I overtalked for what they did to the code crush
Fuck the man, now he owes us, fuck the man
Couldn't pass, had to come up with another plan
Couldn't ball 'cause I couldn't dribble with my other hand
Fuck the man, no really girl, fuck the man
I'm the man, I don't give a fuck about another man
[Outro: Lil Wayne & euro]
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas
I'm the man, I don't give a fuck about another man
Brand new machine coming down like a missile, down like a missile
Brand new machine gun, brrrrr stick em', brrrr stick em'3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Gimme Mine\
[Hook]
Been runnin for too long
Been runnin for too long
(Yeah! )been runnin for too long
It's time to give me mine (better! )
Been runnin for too long (they better)
Been runnin for too long (they better)
Been runnin for too long (they better)
It's time to give me mine (because its)
Time to, time to gimme mine (yeah! )
Time to gimme mine (yeah! )
Time to, time to gimme mine (haha...)
Gimme mine, Gimme Mine (I'm so... far... ahead man! )
Time to, time to gimme mine
Time to time to gimme mine
Been runnin for too(hehe...) long
It's time to gimme mine

[Verse 1]l
Yeah! What they talkin' bout Fee? they ain't saying shit
Nigga, we could hold court like Stan Smith
Or Judge Judy, you niggas better shoot me
Cuz I bought my mans a Glock, and I bought myself an oozi (brrr...)
Don't confuse me
No, they don't amuse me
I come after the money, like wednesday come after tuesday
I told stunna I'm wildin', he say 'don't worry I gotcha'
He told me 'cut they heads off, and bring them back to papa
Yeah! Them niggas getting scurred! Wurrd?
All that talk was just a whole bunch of verb
Pussy ass nigga got a whole bunch a nerve
I have em puttin' your picture on a bunch of shirts
Cuz I smoke a lot of weed, and drink a whole bunch of syrup
I like brain, so I fucks with a whole bunch of nerds
(Hehe) I am number one, cuz two is not a winner and no one remembers third
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Money is the topic baby
See I'm a giant, all these other niggas mocking baby
They microscopic baby
Big crib, I can't even hear em knocking baby
Headed to the top, like I'm tied to a rocket baby
To all the foreign women, lets make a tropic baby
I got so many bitches, I could make a compilation
I'd like to thank the haters, for your cooperation
I got that doctor chopper, if you want operation
Niggas this is my crusaders, kill for confirmation
We all got on masks, we bout to toxic waste em'
I hope they mama's raised em', (why?) cuz they got bitch ways
If they don't pay for you, they get you back dead
Real talk, stop walking on your back leg
Step into the lime light, bullshit backstage
I used to tote a 32 up in my crack days
I tote that AK47 in my rap days

[Hook]

Yeah! Come and get it (tell em), anyone can get it
But since I'm the president, I be a little more politic ha
I chillin' in the clinic
And guess how many nurses I got working on my dizick
Snakes in the grass, rats, and lizards
But round here snitches don't exist like wizards
Ho this ain't punch, I'm sippin' on some syzurp
I roll a fat joint and do my fingers like scissors
The game so cold, I done had my share of blizzards
And now I got that big money running like rivers
Nigga, I'm here to get my shit straight
Burner on the hip waist
Leave a nigga street full of bones like a fish plate (aow! )
Yeah I'm from the hood, but now I'm living in a rich way
That's why I got on my knees and thank God for this day
So say watchu wanna say, I need to throw a cup of water in my face
First place I
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On the Grind[Verse 1]
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 Weez - anything you like and I have 'em
From crack to Viagra, and Vicodins, 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 two bricks for ten, I know the right people
And I keep a nine on my waistline
And I'mma be right on the corner, wodie - I'm gonna grind

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
Nigga, y'all gon' respect Weezy, 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't sleep all night - we on your street all night
Say, aw aw, I don't want your boy to get me shoes
Cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes
And the bricks move every followin' week
So if you need to get it, too, then holla at me - got powder or d
And I shower your streets until your av pass out
More bricks than "The Three Lil Pigs'" last damn house
Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts
And issue work for half and just grab that south
For real, nigga - Weezy Wee tryin' to shine
From daybreak to nightfall I'm gon' grind

[Chorus]
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
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
[Verse 3]
Start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki's
Takes seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks
Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it
Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it
And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue
And I'll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack to move
Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain't got a bag to lose
Especially if I don't like who sent 'em to me and I'mma tax a dude
Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma
Sometimes I play it sour - what you thought was yay was flour
I pull whatever for the cheddar - nigga gotta flash and floss
Drought come around, then it's jack the cost or jack the boss
Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun
All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run
I'm tryin' to get rich cause I wan' shine
You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time

[Chorus]
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
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
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
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
[Outro]
Look
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Down in the Studio[Intro - Lil Wayne]
Hahaa, yeah
Young Weezy Baby
Come to tell you all today about a lil’ problem I be having, oh man see its like…

[Hook - Lil Wayne]
When I’m down in the studio tryna make a track
My girl be at home all over my back
And every time I say that’s what I’m doing
She don’t think it’s what I’m doing
When its her that I’d rather be doing
But right now I’m in the studio making this track
My girl at home all over my back
She blowin’ up my phone
She tells me she’s alone
I say I won’t be long, let me finish this song
But right now I’m in the studio eating this track
My girl at home begging me to come back
Okay I’m coming home, and when I get home
Girl I’m gonna kill it like I’m killing this song
But right now I’m in the studio

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Man just record me
And even with a equals sign you couldn’t pause me
Haha
Yeah, this is the office
Come be my secretary baby this is the office
And my office hours are 9 to 5
But you can be my 6 to 10
I’mma say it again
My office hours are 9 to 5
But you can be my 6 to 10
[Hook - Lil Wayne]

[Verse 2 - T-Streets]
Man just record me
My girl at home all discombodied
Lady, but baby I’m just recording
And you gotta know I’d rather do this than party
Man, don’t get me started
You think I’m crazy, my bitch retarded
But that’s my bitch regardless
Yeah

[Hook - Lil Wayne]

[Verse 3 - Mack Maine]
Man, just record your boy
If I sound a lil’ pissed, disregard ya boy
My baby girl really acting like a baby sending text
Stressed, tryna make it hard for ya boy
I’m like shawty better use your toy
See a nigga never absent but I might be taughty
Lordy, Lordy, I likes to party
See I could be with two freaks about to have an orgy
Or I could be with Pamela, could be with Audrey
Instead I’m telling the engineer: “dude just record me”
And as soon as Angel records me
That’s more Gucci, more Prada, more Louie V
See every verse bring us closer to our dream house
Now we closer to the things that we dream ’bout
And when I get home I ain’t tryna go to sleep
You know I’mma dig deep but right now I’m OT in the studio
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Break Me Off[Intro: Lil Wayne]
We had them bitches addicted like it was some drug
Its Weezy Wee, Mannie Fresh, and Unplugged
We had them bitches addicted like it was some drug
Weezy, Fresh, and Unplugged

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Give me a big fine bitch in a dress, one who put them lips in effect
Suck the dick until the shit in her chest
You can piss on her breast, I like that shit
Project hoes like that dick, don't bite that dick
Give me a Spanish big and sweet ho, black from Puerto Rico
Freak ho, specializin in givin me deep throat
Really don't care how (?) shorty
Give me head, don't care, swallow cum, don't spit
Aww shit, I like them Jamaicans and them Haitians
Niggas can't take it when they shake an make me rape 'em
White girls I video tape 'em and they enjoy it
They love it when everybody saw it, it's off the chain
High yellow Mexican bitches they all for brains
But watch them hoes that want the change, it's not a game
Or a short cuban ho, with a fat ass though
Bet I'll treat the bitch just like Fidel Castro

[Chorus: UnPlugged]
Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like
If you go on and break me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene
Truly I just want you to break me off
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Listen, listen, it's Weezy the hottest, drinkin Barcadis
I stream through the scene in a Lincoln on Robbers
Lookin for the finest dime to wine and dine
Later on I'm tryin to climb behind ya spine
Hold up lil mama, slow ya ass down
Pick ya up, dick up in ya, throw ya ass down
Now throw ya ass around, and scream my name
I can't hear you say it louder what (Wayne, Wayne)
A damn shame, better watch that boy he nasty
I strap on de plastic, make ya bounce like elastic
Put the pickle in the middle, make it wiggle for y'all
Might be small, but that dick ain't little at all
I like a short thick broad, fat ass and shit
Like sassy, flip like Trina, "Da Baddest Bitch"
Matter of fact when I see her, +Pull+ her +Over+ like a cop
Juvey coulda "Backed It Up" and I'da "Dropped it Like It's Hot"
Ya heard me?! (What, haha)
Haha, Unplugged

[Chorus: UnPlugged]
Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like
If you go on and break me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene
Truly I just want you to break me off
[Verse 3: Mannie Fresh]
I like them big and round, pretty and brown
A bitch that take it from the back and make the (Ugh Ugh) sound
Now you can bounce slide drop, giddy up, giddy up
Now you can ride til you feel it get a nut, get a nut
Shake for ya hood, bounce for ya baby daddy
Twerk for that nigga got you pregnant in the Caddy
Slide with the KY, hold up, pause
My bitch got thongs, yo' bitch got drawers
My chick like to swallow, yo' chick like to spit
If yo' chick was my chick I'd still love that bitch
Hold up, wait a minute, chill out, stop
My ginseng, viagra, and a strawberry pop
See I'm gettin kinda bold, won't ya bring a friend
From vagina to the asshole do it again
I want a yucky down misses bout delta
Yo mama loved a Tymer but now you welcome
You ok lil mama and I love that chick
But deep down inside I just love my dick

[Chorus: UnPlugged]
Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like
If you go on and break me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene
Truly I just want you to break me off
Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like
If you go on and break me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene
Truly I just want you to break me off
Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like
If you go on and break me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene
Truly I just want you to break me off
Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like
If you go on and break me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene
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She Feelin MeI'm well dressed, Chanel dress, oh hell yes, I'm that miss, I'm real real wet can
You feel that go tell that to that trick, LS that's how less that's drop top for you square chicks
I know he feelin me and I know he want me

[Lil Wayne:]
I'm nicely crisp, White T s dots icey white rose gold ruby red price is right white ice
All in Christ's head, and then I sped up in that all nojia I've gon off paint real wet conceled' tet

[Hook:]
[Wayne:] I know she feelin' me
I no she wantin' me
[Wayne:] She feelin me
[Nivea:] I'm feelin you
[Wayne:] She wantin me
[Nivea:] I'm wantin you
[Wayne:] I'm feelin her
[Nivea:] You feelin me
[Wayne:] I'm wantin her
[Nivea:] He wantin me

[Hook:]
[Wayne:] My name is?
[Nivea:] Wee-zy
[Wayne:] Higher
[Nivea:] Wee-zy
[Wayne:] Higher
[Nivea:] Wee-zy
[Wayne:] Higher
[Nivea:] Wee-zy
[Wayne:] Her man is
[Nivea:] Wee-zy
[Wayne:] Higher
[Nivea:] Wee-zy
[Wayne:] Higher
[Nivea:] Wee-zy
[Wayne:] Her man is
[Nivea:] Wee-zy
[Lil Wayne:]
I'm so G I fuck that for leaf, I make love to my gal then I fuck the police
She hold my weed in her pussy when we duck the police but I won't let her hold my
Pistol cause she might tuck the police cause she's a gangsta

[Nivea:]
Street dime, three times lied for you, trialed for you ride for you, we squad, and
Oh Weezy F Baby I love you so I'm never ever gonna let you go

[Hook:]
[Wayne:] I know she feelin' me
I no she wantin' me
[Wayne:] She feelin me
[Nivea:] I'm feelin you
[Wayne:] She wantin me
[Nivea:] I'm wantin you
[Wayne:] I'm feelin her
[Nivea:] You feelin me
[Wayne:] I'm wantin her
[Nivea:] He wantin me

[Hook]

[Bridge: Nivea]
I don't know (ok ok) what you've been told but I've (what dat is) been ready
To roll and ride (what dat is) from the day we both laid eyes (ok) on each other
So we can do (what) that Bonnie and Clyde thing, me and you (ok) the feelin that's
Inside is so true (ok) baby boi I'm gon squad it for you
[Lil Wayne:]
And I'm feelin that so I, need a girl that knows the ups and downs, and knows to
Go down and get up when I touch down, keep a nigga up when I touch ground
Keep her nigga nature up, keep a nigga neighbors up with them
Fuck sounds
Financially stable so she livin plush now, plus she can roll, cook it, and bag it ,and cut now
Now we at the table when tryin to discuss vows, I kno we young but fuck y'all

[Bridge: Nivea]
I don't know what you've been told but I've, been ready to roll and ride, from
The day we first laid eyes on each other, so we can do that bonnie and clyde thing
Me and you (ok) the feelin that's inside is so true (ok) baby boi I'm gon squad it out for you

[Nivea Half Hook:]
I'm feelin you, I want you, You feelin me, You wantin me

[Hook:]

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK... OK, OK, OK, OK, Go on and hate, go on and hate,go hate, go hate
Ok ,ok ,ok ,go on and hate ,give you our wedding date!!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Troublemaker (Hello World)Umm Hello world I'm your motherfucking troublemaker
Hello world I'm your motherfucking troublemaker
I ain't a peacemaker, I'm the peacetaker
I'm very destructive, watch me break you
Yeah, I love to smell that blood, bitch
Call me the devil what the hell that was
Yeah and you can call me young money streets
And you can see me for all the young money beef
I'm the troublemaker

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Call me mr. kill 'em all
Bitch nigga don't get involved
Shoot you on the front porch
And knock you to the back yard
Knock your fucking back off
Knock your top rack off
You just see jill on the hill, I knocked jack off
But this ain't nursery
This is brain surgery
Ski mask on my bullets
Let em commit brain burglery
Emergency, it's an emergency
Someone in all black left the whole scene burgundy
Kamikaze you can try me I'mma shoot you
When the gun in this position you can call it Kama sutra
I'mma cock and do it like a motherfucking rooster
You pussy boy I'm your mutherfucking doucha
Haha, better run like bobby boucha
It's Weezy baby it's time to induce you
You think you're really safe in here
Stand up we about to take it there
And when we do we come for you to take your body
Where nobody else with eyes can see
And I told them don't start no shit won't be no shit
Don't start no shit won't be no shit
Don't start no shit won't be no shit
Don't start no shit won't be no shit
Three eighty With The Patato On The Head
Leave ya Lookin Like Ya Got A Crater On Ya Head
Im Tryna Stay Off of The Radar Off The Feds
Shhh You Got A Red Laser On Yo Head
I Know What You Are Now Bunch Of Pussy Ass Niggas Witch yo draws Down
And When I And When I Draw Down You See Them Pussy Ass Niggas With They Draws Brown
Young Money Lifetakers
Hello World Im Yo Muthafuckin Troublemaker
TROUBLEMAKER!
Hello World Im Yo Muthafuckin TroubleMake(x4)
Dont Start No Shit Won't Be No Shit.!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Cops Is WatchingHey Hey Hey!

[Hook]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch!

And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh!
This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthafuckin mack
This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back
This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!

[Verse One]
Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone
Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless
Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here
Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear
Gonna speak in every single street this year
My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year
Wizzle F Baby ya'll niggas can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. junior
I'm a man to another man to a bitch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand
And in the streets I'm a money man
And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men
A hundred proof in my other hand
If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I'm sayin
[Hook]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers
And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bitch

[Verse Two]
Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand
And these niggas got me rollin with my clip on my hip
But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a nigga dont miss
They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss
But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch Word Up!
And I dont affiliate with niggas I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga
Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga
Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga
How many more do ya love nigga
Cause I got plenty more to give out I ain't never been a mouthpiece
Ask ya reverend bout me I'm the young God
Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy
Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour
Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck Boy!
[Hook]

[Verse Three]
I'm a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son
The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son
Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin)
Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we
Got niggas in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy
Wanna be me and don't even understand me
Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me
I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible
And advance a little due to the pine
My niggas call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind
And I let you do the time I do the crime
When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line
Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firrin Nigga!

[Hook - 2X]

Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga
Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin
KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Ride With the Mack[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
We are, Young Mula
And we run this bitch

[Hook]
Roll with duct tape and ride with the Mack
Roll with duct tape and r-r-r-r-ride with the Mack
Roll with duct tape and ride with the Mack
Roll with duct tape and r-r-r-r-ride with the Mack

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Slide out the Ferrari, I came to wet up the party
And baby I can shoot like Robert Horry or Corey Maggette
Ready for the impossible, I'm colossal, fool
And y'all niggas just molecules
Don't know how to build a house but I got a box of tools
I'm talkin' 'bout that "pop pop, pap pap, bang bang, blocka boom
That is for Tune
The coupe I'm in say "va va voom", then it go pe'hune
Nigga I'm gone
I'll see you soon, on the moon
Put me in the dirt and watch me bloom
Put me in the jungle, bet I'm coming back with all the food
Put me in the streets and bet I'm coming back with money
Yeah, bitch nigga run it (3x)
I'm heavily blunted, me and my gun loaded
She ridin' with me 'til the muthafuckin' road end
Yeah, and it be like that
I don't got papers on that Glock
But I got papers on that Mack
[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2: Raw Dizzy]

I ain't have a body on it, but don't nobody own it
So anybody can get it if anybody wants it
Homie, I'm not your homie
You fuck around and end up wrapped up
In the trunk like a fucking mummy
Phony, I'm far from phony
I'm only about my money
And I keep enough of work to feed a thousand junkies
I stay strapped cause I keep a couple thousand on me
And I know these little cronies that's plottin' on me
But I ain't never scared
I ain't never runnin'
I got my own back
I ain't never frontin'
And I'm forever thuggin'
I'm like a pair of somethin' (?)
No heart, I don't care for nothin'
And no sir, I ain't here for nothin'
Then I'm trying to bring it back like the record's jumpin'
I got my system pumpin'
And I'm riding with the Mack and the duct tape in case I gotta carry somethin'
[Hook 2x]

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]

I got real fucking blood flowing through my pulmonary veins
I play the kitchen, call me "Culinary Maine"
Y'all niggas bitches, ya'll hustlin' on the scary train
While we move everything, from heroin to Mary Jane
But let me fall back, I know the Feds like rap
(There's an echo in the headphone)
That's how I know the mic tapped
When you don't brush your teeth
The only time you touch plaques
While we got too many on the wall
Yeah, it's like that
I got chicks that like me that don't like rap
Ask your girl who her favorite
I bet she say she like Mack
I tell a dark-skinned chick I'm allergic to chocolate
So if we eating use the plan and you can keep on walking
Hi Yellow Mamis, I don't eat red meat
I'm busy killing tracks
Yeah, this is a dead beat (rest in peace)
No child support
I pay with my heart, I kill it
I probably never be the best
But one of the realest
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High Beamin’[Verse 1: B.G.]
Niggas be hatin
Cause BG got it
Every top of the line car they got
Look I ride it
From the Hummer to the Rover
The drop jag
B and C lex truck
Nothin' my click ain't had
Everybody head was fucked
When they heard bout the deal
Cash Money hotboys signed for 30-mill
Already was straight but now we livin larger
Already was ballin, but now we ballin harder
Picture: bitches can't take me
Cause my wrist stay flossed out
Niggas hate me cause all day I'm flossed out
Ghetto made me
My dog, Baby, saved me
Niggas find out they ho got fucked, they Implicate me
That's how it go
It ain't my fault I got mega cheese
Walk that walk
Talk that talk I'm BG
Paperchaser to the fullest get my grind on
Gotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo' Shine On
[Chorus: B.G.]
Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Wha
I'mma flosser baby, baller baby
A fifteen year old shot caller baby
And I'm racin' through
In the all black chromed out
Mercedes Coupe
Got yo' wife at my house
And she naked too
And all my niggas all around her
Sayin 'Shake it Boo, go ahead do what you do'
It's Weezy darlin' and off the heezy darlin'
And I'm surrounded by the ice
It got me freezin' darlin'
And it's plain and simple
Won't change cause it's natural
Lil' Wayne a pimp y'all
Got the game from Beatris
I'm tryin' to see six numbers
Pull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers
Leave the Grammy awards with six womens
And make her stop at the gas station for six rubbers
Put it together
This is the life when you get full of the cheddar
Don't try to end it or you wouldn't get better, what
[Chorus: B.G.]
Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
La, la, la, la
Here I come star rapper
I get the fast money
Short, cute hot boy that rapper Cash Money
Standin out the roof of my car
And flash hundreds
Take your girl to the mall
Spend a G like that's nothin'
She lay on the floor
Open up the spot
Take off her drawers, and "let me see the cock"
"Don't stop" Lil Weezy, Weezy ain't nothin' nice
Baguettes in my Jesus Christ, nothin' but ice
When they see me at night
Behind tints I stay high
Snatch yo' wife
Run up in her with the K-Y
But it's on man
Ever since I was born Wayne
Nigga get out of line
I get dirty like John Wayne
I'm bout stuntin', flossin'
Whatever come wit it
And I don't shoot guns
Unless they have a drum wit it
At first they wasn't wit it
Thought that I was jokin
Now I got 'em all payin attention like they owe it (Whaa?)
[Chorus: B.G.]
Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'

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CascadesShe say “what’s happening?”
I say “wassup wassup”
She ask “whats up with me”
I say “whats up with us”
I say “what’s really good?”
I say “what’s really good?”
I put my love down
She say “it’s really good”
She say “it’s feeling good”
I say “I’m feeling better”
I make her say my name in Capital Letters
I’m a nasty guy
Dont ask me why
Just ask me how and I’ll show you proud
Her head is gone, she’s in the clouds
And when she rains, man she pours down
And I be the fella without an umbrella
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Get ’Em Off Me[Hook]
That mac-10 will get them off me
Head shots, he still talking

[Verse 1]
You try to run up on Lil Wayne, I let you hold the slug
The can opener, will make your jug open up
I'm probly in the crib--baking Up, rolling up
Cause I'm a nut wit the coke, call me coconut
Bet I smack em wit the tooly, tell em straighten up
I'm from the murder capital, you niggas baby butt
You baby mutts get the fuck, I ain't a dog
I'm a Boss Hogg, shout out to Slim Thugga'
Pussy's spraying, that's a shot to ya brim youngin'
I'm so Cash Money, right out the rim brotha
Not out to get nothing but bread, I said I am
Not out to get nothing but bread, I said I
Slide out the whip, looking like a million bucks
Don't touch bet this fucking full clip fill ya up
Hollygrove in this bitch blocka block
Make the chef pull the stove off the hip, cook em up

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
If I was to let the barrel spin
None of you niggas be standing
I pull this burner out my drawers
You gonna piss in ya panties
On the block as a younging
I was working that jelly
Knew fat niggas kept bundles under their belly
I’m a motherfucking Young Money
A motherfucking Cash Money
Millionaire, Cash money Machiavelli
They say dress to kill, but I look better at it
Ready for anything, its covered like spaghetti
I’m a nice young d-boy baby
I digest your man like a t-bone baby
Keep on I got the heat on 80
At 90 I’m shooting, at 100 I’m blazin
Concrete jungle the wild-life pavement
That’s my life, my life, my life baby
Don’t get caught up in the twilight craze
Or you'll be just another highlight baby
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Before I had my aim
I still had a pistol
Missing ya whole chest
Hitting ya whole temple
Like 95, 96 getting it in the rental
So short I had to sit on a pillow
Let the whole quaker sit on the griddle
Cook em up and shoot em out like missiles
Boot em up and call em out like bitches
They ain't nothing but bitches
They ain't fucking with this shit
They swinging and missing
My angle is different, they ain’t seeing me
Look into my music, that’s the window to my soul
See the g in me, long hair all black like Easy-E
Little nigga got smack like the DvD
Click-clack sound sweet to me
Pap-pap you look asleep to me (what you saying)
Click-clack sound sweet to me
Pap-pap you look sleep to me
Good night

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Ready for the WorldWhen you look into the mirror in the morning
Co you recognize who you see
When I look into the mirror in the morning
I don’t see anything
What happens when the sun don’t rise and the birdies don’t wana sing
And even the flowers of the day die and then they stink
And then they shrink
And even the friend of mine says the shrink might work
And I was thinking bout clearing my mind but im afraid it might hurt
And just when it seem that I got the whole world at my door
The bell ring and I open up with a bang
Im ready for the world im ready for you girl
Im ready for the world im ready for you girl
Im ready for whatever for now and forever
Im ready for whatever for now and forever
Im ready for the worlld the the the world
Im ready for the worlld the the the world
Wait til they get a load of me
Psychotic, my pilot left the air craft
Good weed like im smoking on some tear gas
How ya want I can specify mother fucker
Snearker sceintist I second high the mother fucker
Pissed off no more like shittin on
Get it good bitch I get til the getting gone
3 words bitches: "It is on"
Big dawg are the kittens home
Opening

Hmm yall ain't ready tho I get so much green they call me lil ready go
Is you ready 4 5 and the the leather coat and shoot these mother fuckers and whoever cope
Somebody better let em know I ended the banana clip in and in your cantaloupe
Fruity niggas suck a dick fuck the world, I'd rather fuck a bitch
Starin at the walls of the room figurin out how to get out
And theres no window to escape your mental drought
You think about the crossroads more than the man that's conducting the train
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What Else Is There to Do[Spoken: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine]
What is it that I haven't done yet? Uh... Grammys... Uh... Emmy. Haha. Angelina Jolie, Katie Holmes, Martha Stewart, Oprah Winfrey, Mama Blanco, hahaha. Sarah Palin!

Ooh, we looking for her!

I'm at her neck, straight up. I'm at Sarah Palin neck. I love a bitch who wear glasses. Bitch, you keep them glasses straight on. Keep them bitches on while we cutting up...

They better not fall off!

Bitch gon' come out—telling you. Bitch gon' come out the next day, get on the mic at the... Uh... What they call it? The debate? That bitch gon' say, "Lil Wayne for president!" Hahahaha. "Lil Wayne! Lil Wayne!!!" Don't she blow the flute or something?
I'll be up there with the guitar, she be up there with the flute. Talking 'bout, *Do-do-do-do do-do-do!* Hahaha. Call me! I'll go home, make it juicy for you!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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The Bad, The Sad & The HatedNo one knows what it's like
To be the bad man (When Eminem created Slim Shady)
Behind the lies (DJ Cinema)
No one knows what it's like to be hated (He really started to connect with people across the world)
To telling lonely lies (Have outraged just as many people as the won over)
(Mardi Gras)
There's a certain mystique when I speak
That you notice that's sorta unique, cause you know it's me
My poetry's deep and I'm stillmatic
The way I flow to this beat
You can't sit still
It's like tryin to smoke crack and go to sleep
I'm strapped just knowin any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if
Bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It ain't even funny I ain't even hungry
It ain't even money you can't pay me enough
You to play me
Is cock-a-mani you just ain't zany enough
To rock with shady
My noodle's cock-a-doodle
My clock's coo-coo
I got screws loose
Yeah the whole kit and caboodle
I'm just brutal
It's no rumor I'm numeral uno
If Assuming
There's no humor in it no more
You know I'm rollin' with a swollen bowlin' ball in my bag
You need fag to come a tear a new whole in my ass
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind the lies
No one knows what it's like to be hated
To be faded
To telling lonely lies
Damn I ain't never kill nobody I promise
An I promise if you try me
You gone hafta to rewind this track
And make me go back that thing'll go 'lack''
That boy'll lay flat so flat
That act is what I perform amongst you haters
Got nina in my palm an I'm masturbatin
Black peter pan fly till I die
Wat u sayin Bathe in ape
Eve Saint - evie sue what I stay & gat me feelin'
Like scarface light the cohiba
Streets reply I look right in a four seater
You know I be high get right in the four seater
Top floor of the four seasons
Four of them whores
An they all know how to cook it up
An look I got some and only one know how ta bag
Bitch bundle up
See it's a cold world so homie bundle up
Clean on this grind full or not get your hustle up
No one knows what it's like (I know that you put a lotta pain in your music)
To be the bad man
To be the sad man (Some of it comes from def jam)
Behind the lies (bein frustratin with other niggas)
No one knows what it's like to be hated (Some of it comes from my chick pissin me the f*ck off)
To telling lonely lies (I'm feelin a lotta pain)
(Mardi Gras)
I'm dealing with some shit homie
It's in the back of my head
An it's some shit homie but I just rap it instead
See I got wolverines bones in me but
The whole worlds throwin stones at me
Like they all got a bone with me
Got a childs mother and I hate her to death
But that's my childs mother so that's my
Mate to the death it's wow how I love her for
For putting little me here
And me and her could be forever
She gonna still be there
Then it's some other niggas
I judged the character wrong but
They some other niggas
Now let's get back to the song
I gotta Drug Problem
That I ain't tending to, cause I gotta enough problems
An my solution is to stuff problems
But if something goes wrong with that
Then it's back to Pcp and so long with rap
See I'm depressed lately
But nobody understands
That I'm depressed lately
I'm sorta feeling repressed lately
So ya'll been hearin and seein me less lately
Like does anyone notice the regress lately
Look deep nigga don't I seem stressed lately
Seem disturbed alota regrets lately
Yeah
No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings like I do
An I blame you
No one fights back as hard on their anger
None of my pain in the world
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On the Block #1Yall know me it is shorty moutha fuck**g g riding with a half a brick stapt to your neice cause you know i punch you in your nose and split your back yall ni**as are wack and i toate fat sacks and slim dimes you just wine this is my flow so get up off my nuts like luda said yall mack with no nust and i murded it so put it in the trashEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Moral of the Story[Intro]
Ah-em

[Verse]
Baby mama say I ain't shit
Make a nigga feel like shit
Talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it
I just hope I die for a reason
They probably won't miss me 'til they need me
Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord
I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
Way too concerned to be conceited
I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord
Die tryna reach 'em
They care more about how much I leave 'em
Where'd I leave it?
I hope I left more of an impression
And all of my blessings for my kids and Miss Cita, Lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You're a son of a gun"
Just got off the phone with my daughter
Told her, "I won't hesitate to fuck a young nigga up", Lord
My new bitch left me
She said she felt too disrespected
It made no sense to me
But not to the people closest to me
And that's why she left
My smile just left
Can't lie though, I tried though
I'll die tryin', that's a common death
We was such a team, we was chasin' our dreams
Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath
Now they try to tell me I need rest
And I’ll find love again, I ain't find it yet
Oh, but I guess it is what it is
As it appears, oh shit
There go the tears, there go the drank
There go the pills, you know the drill
Sometimes I fear who in the mirror, that nigga weird
He done died so many times and still here
Why am I here?
Dear Life
What is my reason? What am I here for, that's the question?
My children, that was easy. So easy
Sometimes our loved ones don't love us
I'm fuckin' more than I'm makin' love
Sometimes I make my rubber wear a rubber
I just tell my lady, "Nothing's easy"
Even though I make it look easy
But understand looks are deceiving
Lookin' like I'm lookin' for some grievance
'Cause I been through way too much, don't wanna think about it
Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it
Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it
Doctor ain't prescribin' what he ain't realizin'
Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me
Tryna hang my body, sanctifyin'
I'm a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die
I can't deny it, you can't tame my lion
I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string
I can't describe it
Feel like a anchor tied to my finger
Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink
I know a lotta niggas think I got a lotta niggas
There's strength in numbers but there's honor over strength
I talked to God the other day, he say he got a nigga
So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink
It's way too real
The shit I'm talkin' way, way too real
I hope it gave you chills
The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill
You don't know how dead you feel 'til you're dead for real
Gettin' high after I paid the bill
Lower than a Navy SEAL
Show up with them Navy guns
I hope somebody prayin' for 'em
Price tag, no mistake, somebody payin' for 'em
Ice bath when my face numb, no expression
What's the life expectancy when you don't expect shit?
Mama told me, "Fuck the world and be so aggressive. Be so fluorescent, watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive"
I don't get too high to look over blessings
Never come in second, make the most of your seconds
They so precious
'Cause if we could buy time every store would sell it
If you want me to read your mind, need correct spelling
I keep it real, niggas better keep it copacetic
Where the weed? I feel like I'm gettin' a sober headache
Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better
I was too busy to talk, I wrote an open letter
[Refrain]
Dear Life
What is my meaning? My reason?
That's the question
I ask the reader
God bless the reader
Dear Life
What is my meaning? My reason?
That's the question2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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The Basement Freestyle[Intro]
Hahaha, hello world!
Uh, I'll talk to him
See, live from the, from the, from the..
Gotcha!

[Verse]
Life from the 504
It's Mr. Crazy flow
Jumping like a bungee, no rope
Even in the dungeon I glow
Even if it ain't sunny I glow
If it ain't about money I go
Nowhere, I'm nailed to the flo'
I am a sail to the water, money's the sail to my boat
And it's going down, it's going down
Like there's a whale in the boat
And you can smell what I smoke
And yep, I sip that lean
You hit me with that combination that make my eyes bleed
I'm a shark in the water
Yeah, I swim with the big
So I don't have time to deal with Willy the Squid
L-L-Lilly pad homies L-L-Look at the monster
Man, you don't want to crash
Like La-La-La Bamba
See it's me, Roney, and Terry
And my new drop is berry
Watermelon, plum
Just call it fruit punch
I'm an old rapper
Getting new bucks
And all you new rappers
You're just new lunch
Flow sick
So sick
Need a Doc, yes
A creature
Monster
Like the Loch Ness
I gets hotter by the tick
Before I sizzle to death
I just tell the clock
"Gimme a sec"
I'm the middle of the war, where my enemy at?
I'm runnin' it like Eric Eric Bieniemy back
I hit a track I'm like an energy pack
The instruments are crying out "Where the sympathy at?"
Okay, I'm finna be that
Whatever rich look like, well look I'm finna be that
They say money ain't everything
But I look better than that
It's Cash Money
Young money
Have a sweater with that
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2Pac Dedication[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Holla at ya boy its Weezy Baby
They label me a problem
And I probably am so I dont knock em
I pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers
With an ol' school bitch, she got on door knockers
And she knock on your door for that raw partner
Hollygrove Wayne, that boy a monster
Jacked for a Mazda come back in Mase-rati
Like how he? Why he? Cause I be
Moving through the city like an I.V
Tryna be monogamous but I got bitches on my dick
Like I'm the shit cause I'm the shit
So I only promise this: to my little girl I will give you the world
And to my unborn I'm tryna reason with ya moms so
If I'm not with her when you get here, its already clear
Yeah, and for their sake I'm a ball every year
I'm a pause every tear
And tattoo it on my face
Niggas know, that I got that black music on my waist
Make me put it to your ear and get that b-b-b-b-bass
Bluka bluka to ya face, closed casket
Mama can't remember shit but last saturday, what a tragedy
Flowers for the family
Powder in my nap sack
Running through the projects, tryna get a stack back
I got my SK bout to get my MAC back to pap pap at niggas who yap yap
Yup yup! and I rep that 17 hard, you know
'til a nigga ain't nothing but tomb quotes
Raw Tune, who you know go harder than dude
See these is the clues, part of my shoes
I bleed with them dudes I'm part of the crew
Don't move cause you right in the route of the gun mouth
When it talk, you know what come out- barreltone
Nigga y-y-young Wayne from out Carrollton
Yeah, I got my eyes on the sparrow
Though my path is narrow, my angels are shadows
I saddled up, and get the fucking battle
Automatics up, like nigga fuck whoever
You touch and reach, you get fucking bleached
Above the law niggas put you underneath
You call the law nigga? You fucking leech!
You Saved by the Bell, you fucking Screech
My bucket screech through the streets like a R&B singer
You ain't pimping until you fuck a R&B singer
I walked in this building with all these bangers
And all these niggas look like targets to me
What's a drought to you may be a bargain to me
Cause I just may be sitting on a carton of Ki's
I got important people thats trying to market me
So I'm gon' stop talking 'bout the white, Sike!
I know I'm not walking without a fight
So I'm swinging with all my might
We can go all night
I'm a blow all day, and I'm a blow all night
Do a verse today and do a show tonight!
Fuck a ho today, and fuck a ho tonight!
Im' a live my life like there's no tonight
I might go tonight so mama pray don't cry
Cause your prayers maybe working, mama they gon' try
Yeah,and we rock to the same lullaby
Nigga I got 10, nigga I got 5
I hope you got yours, cause nigga I got mine
I'm goin for the green bitch, Its popeye time
So I can be a paid nigga, and make that tomb stone say "I'm a made nigga"
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42 BarsHey! Look up baby, they write my name in the sky bitch
Don't forget the baby is what I tell the pilot
Don't forget the liquor store is what I tell the driver
Twenty dutchmasters and straight level vodka
I can pedal backwards and still move forward
Look under the mattress, you might find four of 'em
I can go though the atlas without touring
I can fuck an actress and never been in movies
Chea. I'm a cutie, An offspring of mamas beauty
I did overtime, I took papas duty
I'm a man in every sense, I got cents
Since I got rich I got tints on every Bent'
Since I know tension come out them like vents
I vent, and show no relent, money well spent
I'm a hell raiser, blaze a L right in
Front of the laws, I'm tougher than yall
Never really had a pop, so I never had to check in
But I get enough checks, I fuck around and check him
Look, check him out, these is Evisus
America ain't even let them out (ha ha)
I'm feeling great, I'm stepping out
Take ten out, brrraatt, chest is out
And I don't leave paraplegics, I squeeze it
Until I see ya spirit rise with my own eyes nigga
I'm on mine nigga ,I got this like a bitch got time nigga
And I'm the dime type
And I'm walking in the lime light, still like lime
They talking in hindsight, I'm right now
I pull up on ya shawty like SKKRRR
Tryna hop up in this Maybach, I walk way back girl
Come up out that gear asap girl
Whisper in ya ear this Wayne pussy, say it back girl
Now she in the whip with homes
He listening to the same songs I fucked her on
Yeah. I lay back, I'm comfortable
Yeah. Weezy baby boy, lazy boy
Yeah. I did my service in the Navy
Now I'm just a veteran, they forever pay me
Dig me like a shovel, Mama I'm a rebel
I come from under that rock and turned into a pebble
Baby I'm trouble, so turn up the treble
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Intro (Tha Block Is Hot)[Intro: Mannie Fresh & Baby]
Ahh, Hot-Hot
Yo! Wassup?!
What it be like, Fresh?
What's happenin'?
It's all gravy, baby
It's gorgeous
And Tha Block Is Hot; what's up, nigga?
Aww man, it's magnificent, magnificent
Look, nigga, my block so hot when my hoes walk, them diamonds poppin' out they toenail, woadie
Bling-bling, bling-bling
But it's all gravy
Ya heard me?
The block is full of lava, nigga (Ha)
Got them po-po's pullin' up actin' crazy, nigga, what's happenin'?
Tha Block Is Hot, like a barbeque at Satan's crib (Off top, I'm loving that)
Tha Block Is Hot, like the Delgado Clinic, ya' heard me
This lil' nigga Wayne is so motherfuckin' on fire (Wayne is gorge-rific!)
A hose pipe couldn't put this nigga out
Man, Baby, have a heart, have a heart
This lil' nigga here is greasy (Have a heart)
He cheesy (Have a heart)
This lil 4 foot millionaire is on fire, woadie
Aww man, that's wonderful
And he know he representin' with the motherfuckin' Big Tymers
B. Geezy, Turk, Juvey, come to lay it down, nigga (Who else?)
You still laying down hot ass tracks
I gotta give you the motherfuckin' "Hot Beat Of The Year Award"
CHING!-POW-WHOA-ZIP-CUH-SHAZAM (Ya heard me)
I love that, I love that, I can love that truly beautiful, boy
Now check it out, and it's all gravy (bring it on, bring it on)
This lil nigga here is hotter than a motherfuckin' torch at the Mardi Gras season (Ha!)
Weezy, lay it out like a carpet, lay it out (Do what ya' do, boy)
Lay it out, lay it out (Do what ya' do, boy) lay it out
I'm lovin' that, Fresh, you laid that motherfucker
Fuck 2000! We going all the way to 3000!
How you loving that Playboy?! (Whoadie!)
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My Reality[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Ayo Tim, I like this
I told you I’m on some other shit
Check it

[Hook: Lil Wayne x3]
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got your dream girl riding in your dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Plus I got it all
Bitch tell me what you don't see

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got 25 lighters on my dresser
Got the girl and a girl to undress her
My guitar strap is leather
My life is better than ever
I got women all up in my condo
And my drug dealer comes pronto
Got a registered pistol in the console
So, so, don't try me now
Don't try me now (now)

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Yeah just riding feeling lovely
You can hate but your girlfriend loves me
Yeah I'm too G like a Gucci belt
Hot Gudda baby girl, I can make your coochie melt
I keep your lady wet like she took a dip
And if you looking for her, you can follow the drip
I'm slick like Rick, the ladies pulling my wrist
I just walk in the spot and out with my pick
I'm gone like a trip with a nice thick redbone
On the phone getting head, call it headphone
Pimping all over like Ludacris
These hoes love me, I'm wanted like a fugitive
(hahaha, yeah)
[Hook:Lil Wayne]x2

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
What do you not see? You must be blind

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

[Verse 3:Mack Maine]
What you need, contacts?
Tell me what you don’t see
What you can’t tell, I’m everything that he won’t be
Talking about your boyfriend, bitch you need a man friend
Even when you ain’t sittin' down you can’t stand him
Dirty dick bandit, luxury car whipper
Crib on Dolphin Island, backyard full of flippers
This is my reality, your man just be dreamin’
Wake up in the morning, bedsheets full of semen
I mean he’s wet dreaming, while me I really do it
Coulda, shoulda, woulda, baby girl you shoulda knew it
And fuck the paparazzi, I don’t ever kiss and tell
I’ll be your genie out the lamp or your wishing well
I’ll be your fishing pail and you can be my yacht buddy
Take you from A-Z, I’ll connect the dots hunny
Day viewers got money, baby cause I got money
I like it the B-5050, what you got for me?
It could be some bread, nah it ain’t gotta be cash
I’ll take a little head or I’ll take a lotta ass
I’ll take a friend or two, we can have a 3D weedy
I could toss you a Gudda Gudda or Lil Weezy, Weezy
Or my nigga Peedy Weedy, or my nigga Tity Tity
Fuck you on the hood of red strip and green Lamborghini
Go head and take this x-pill, that there buck you up
Probably have you walking round like “Damn, what the fuck”
Lady in streets but in the sheets girl you such a slut
Smash you on a top bunk, that’s a banger uppercut
And everyday we do brunch, everyday we do lunch
You do me, I do you
Baby we could do us and I ain’t gotta say no more
I don’t talk too much
Thus far, phew I feel like I’ve been trying to sell a car
Is you buying?
[Outro:Lil Wayne]
Haa, cause I ain’t got no time for a test drive
Do you want to go with me to the final frontier?
Don’t you see, I have everything but fear
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Open Letter (Demo)[Verse 1]
Baby momma say I ain't shit
Make a nigga feel like shit
Talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it
I just hope I die for a reason
They probably won't miss me 'till they need me
Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord
I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
Way too concerned to be conceited
I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord
Die tryna reach 'em
They care more about how much I leave 'em
Where'd I leave it?
I hope I leave more of an impression
And all of my blessings for my kids and Ms. Cita, Lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You're a son of a gun"
Just got off the phone with my daughter
Told her, "I won't hesitate to fuck a young nigga up", Lord
My new bitch left me
She said she felt too disrespected
It made no sense to me
But not to the people closest to me
And that's why she left
My smile just left
Can't lie though, I tried though
I'll die tryin', that's a common death
We was such a team, we was chasin' our dreams
Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath
Now they try to tell me I need rest
And I’ll find love again, I ain't find it yet
Oh, but I guess it is what it is
As it appears, oh shit
There go the tears, there go the drank
There go the pills, you know the drill
Sometimes I fear who in the mirror, that nigga weird
He done died so many times but still here
Why am I here?
[Chorus]
Dear Life
What is my reason?
What am I here for? That's the question
Hmm, my children
That was easy, so easy, uh

[Verse 2]
Loved ones say I don't love 'em
Make a nigga feel like nothin'
A bitch said we never make love
Make a nigga feel like fuckin'
I just tell my kids, "Nothing's easy"
Even though I make it look easy
But understand looks are deceiving
Smokin' all this motherfuckin' weed
'Cause I been through way too much, don't wanna think about it
Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it
Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it
Doctor ain't prescribin' what he ain't realizin'
Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me
Tryna hang my body, sanctifyin'
I'm a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die
I can't deny it, you can't tame a lion
I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string
I can't describe it
Feel like a anchor tied to my finger
Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink
I know a lotta niggas think I got a lotta niggas
There's strength in numbers but there's honor over strength
I talked to God the other day, he say he got a nigga
So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink
It's way too real
The shit I'm talkin' way, way too real
I hope it gave you chills
The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill
You don't know how dead you feel 'til you're dead for real
And I'm higher than a cable bill, lower than a Navy SEAL
Show up with them Navy guns
I hope somebody prayin' for 'em
Price tag, no mistakes, somebody payin' for 'em
Ice bath when my face numb, no expression
What's the life expectancy when you don't expect shit?
Mama told me, "Fuck the world and be so aggressive
Be so fluorescent, watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive
I don't get too high to look over blessings
Never come in second, make the most of your seconds
They so precious"
'Cause if we could buy time, every store would sell it
And I never leave my grind, that bitch so magnetic
I keep it real, niggas better keep it copacetic
Where the weed? I feel like I'm gettin' a sober headache
Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better
I was too busy to talk, I wrote an open letter
[Chorus]
Dear Life
What is my meaning? My reason?
That's the question
Hmm, my children
That was easy, so easy
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Worry Me[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 Jr
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 cuz 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 cuz 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
Weezy so hot Glock ten and a pistol
Big rims with the tires thin as a pencil
Mami want me cuz 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 the biggest nuts up in here nigga I swung mine
The streets taught me never to fear nigga I run mine
I can't lose cuz I won mine
Now run yourself

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I got five drinks with me
And there be four chunks of dro up in my lung pipe
Three guns
Two bitches
And all I need is one knife
And I bet you don't like
C'mon we only get one life
And if it's done right
Freak a nigga might wife her
You know S-Q galore low chop three striper
I'm just trying to keep paper
Please, don't be a hater cuz he'll take ya Weeze
Don't be a major cuz he greater
Cheese gon feed Nate
Brother it's keys or emceeing
And I'm a C-O-A cuz I can move yay
Like you never thought hard or soft like a duck
And y'all don't starve me
That shit could be bad for your heartbeat
Cash'll get you snatched in a heartbeat
Mash in a mad dash in a Cadillac with the alligator dashboard
Damn whore
Yeah I know
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In The City[Jae Millz]
Nigga. I'm from a city full of pity these niggas are silly
Kill you in Harlem hit the turnpike in lower Philly
And these little niggas ain't got books in their book bags
Your next neighborhood killer might be who you look past
Get it right before you get left
And sent to the upper room cause your ass couldn't calm down
Rewind me back and you notice I'm trying to warn you
Before your collarbone be what hollows are getting torn through
Play gangasta tonight and you won't see the morn' dew
And the whole next month would be something mother mourn through
God forgive me I know Thou shalt not kill
But id rather him than Millz so if I gotta I will

[Lil Wayne]
I'm from New Orlean where the water never clean
So ima gonna shower in some fuckin gasoline
You fuckin with the monster everyday is Halloween
My choppers ain't no doctors but they taking out your spleen
No my riders ain't no robbers but they taking everything
From Mamas to baby Mamas to Papas and we goin to pop up with poppers and leg warmers, barrel way down my jeans
My nigga ain't no fire but I'm a blaze everything
I'm that hollygrove roster and my number 17
Eastside bitch, thats where I come up as a teen
But now I'm the man, and now I'm the man
And this is my land Lilweezyana and New Orleans In the City
[Short Dawg]
H-Town sunnyside this my playground
Home of ... candy paint 808 sound
Styrofoam here it is If you make my syrup spill
Ima put my hands on you like a steering wheel
And we dont feel to kill cause this the pace to cop the work
The cop's a jerk got it so hot its comin out my shirt
You get your mama merked, You know the Glocks will squirt
Cause niggas going out the shrooms and those hoes will pop the purse
Houston Texas who harder than us
With a hundred thousand flipped dope boys get a rush
Hunch of codine and we pour it in the cup, now everybody slower than the short yellow bus
Now everybody know that the boy is the truth
Stay down I team next door to the booth
Ill tell you 16th east exits side street right past is where we roll is where you find me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hit U Up[Verse 1: Turk]
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks
Niggas that's 'bout beefin' - lettin' them K's spark
Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers - them real niggas
Niggas who did time - hard-to-kill niggas
How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it
Niggas ain't fightin' no more - niggas bustin' your head
Sendin' you to your grave - it's do or die, cousin
Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin
They dressin' in black, prepared for combat
Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks
Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust
You get hit, that's on you, my nigga - you're outta luck
You're stuck like chuck - wodie, you're assed out
That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth
Get erased, my nigga (my nigga)
Look here: I leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga)
No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my nigga)
Fled the scene - so you have no case, my nigga- -case, my nigga
Look here: you can play if you wanna get down
Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found

[Chorus: B.G.]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'mma take to my grave
Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave
Must was meant for me to be thuggin' - I stay in some beef
Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets."
I can't help - I draw attention; they be fuckin' with me
I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets
A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police!"
Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east
Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust 'em up
Still stickin' to the g-code, Ree's, and B's
Quit drinkin', but I will smoke some weed indeed
All they understand is my project English
And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis

[Chorus: B.G.]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
[Verse 3: B.G.]
I run the streets cause I'm real if it's daylight or dark
You a killer, nigga? (Eah?) Ain't no fear in my heart
I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war
I'll even go K for K with ya - now make your choice
Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga
Better know that I'm a snake, and I'mma sneak ya, nigga
Each time I hit the corner, I be leavin' niggas
Momma upset - can't even go on and grievin', nigga
Nothin' change - I'm on TV, I don't play with you niggas
Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas
And empty a hundred out that K
Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me
I've been in the game - niggas know what I'm 'bout
So many murders under my belt, I done lost count
If you wanna be another number, my nigga
Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga

[Chorus: B.G.]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Hello, world
I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter
Young mobster, wild and obnoxious
Pop some in your dreadlocks - What? Me not no rookie, boy
Glock cookin', boy
I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy
Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin'
Spark or lace somethin'
Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin'
Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call America
And in my hood the laws are scared of us - we are too terrible
If I live to be old, it's a miracle
Cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical
That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo
Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you
Don't blame me, society changed me
You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar
Cut off lights, we masked riders
The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake
With bars we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch

[Chorus: B.G.]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga (Ooohh!)
(Did you see that?)
We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
(Did you see that?)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Boy, look
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)

[Outro: B.G.]
Nigga - we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me
We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin'
And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these (Hot! Hot! Hot!) Boy$, nigga
Let 'em burn, nigga
Let 'em burn, nigga
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SportsCenter Theme RemixOkay, I don't, I don't give a football about what ya'll
Think about Lil Tune, I'm just hoping that it's good thoughts
Yeah, entertainment sports on your network
I love top 10 plays, yessir, best work
Live on TV, mama told me wear a dress shirt
Instead I wore a t-shirt, Michael Jordan sneakers
Red Sox ballcap my dreadlocks fall back
I still think I'm fly, show me where the tarmac
They say I'm taking over, I'm like where do I start at
Green Bay Packer but New Orleans where my heart at
LA Laker fan, let's give Drake a hand
For costing the Toronto Raptors 25 grand, I'm gone16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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So SmoothThe Affiliates Nigga Holla At Ya Boy
Trendsetter
Cannon
DJ Drama

[Verse 1: Boo]
Take a look at a playa ma, I'm so smooth
I don't mean to brag but baby girl I'm that dude
The ladies say that Boo so handsome
And they like how I be styling in them (?)
Now let me see you dance til' your feet hurt
All I wanna see is G-strings no cheap skirts
I got hundreds to spend, bottles to pop
Put it on me slow girl and make that ass drop, drop
You know how Young Money do it
Trap stars with the dough, mami we be running through it
Now Weezy got my dough bigger
If your woman in the club then homeboy you better get her
Cause I'll take her in a minute Imma dog her when I finish
Homie I'm a problem and a menace
I'm like Diddy cause I'm all about my Benjis
If I get into the crib she comin faster than a henny

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
It's the Hot Spitta nigga
It's the Hot Spitta nigga
It's the Hot Spitta nigga and I'm bout it
And if you know another nigga you thinks fuckin with the youngin
Bring him round me if you want and Imma down 'em
Yea I still got that Montecarlo and it's painted candy green
She recognize a nigga when I pull up on the scene
Bitches say that nigga fly, bitches say that nigga cute
But don't ever get it twisted you all know what I would do
You can ask them niggas bout me say I'm cooler than a fan
But I keep that heater on me like a fucking tool man
I jack 'em out they bitches cause I got that killa game
And yo bring a couple bitches for me and my nigga Mane
[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
I'm loaded she rolling so we rolling
To a place these niggas'll never get
Cold flow Mane I'm the shit
My hoes is like slaves nigga I got 'em all whipped
I got 'em all whips said they all got tints
My flat chested hoes man I bought 'em all tits
I love all my juvies I bought 'em all fits
And all my old hoes they be steady catching fits
My college chicks keep asking a nigga bout college
Like (?) that bitch and wouldn't survive it
Mother fuck knowledge
No need for a Bachelors, Young Mane
Streets got the streets mastered
PHD, no excuse me my CFD
Thats my Certified Fly Degree
They be looking at your boy like how fly is he?
Next time start tellin 'em I'm fly as a pelican

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Gee little girl whats your name who you be with?
You prolly never been with a Hollygrove G
I'm 5 foot 6 I'm fly as fuck
And I drank a lot and get high enough
Like I'm looking real hot and your girl okay
Wanna (?)
And I tell her come through like every day
She'll literally do everything I say
Ahh, what you know about them Young Money G's
Come through this bitch sitting tall on trees
I met your boyfriend now you sitting on me
I prolly be the dog but all y'all hoes flees
She say she never seen Air Forces that clean
I know my shits look like Porcelain gleam
Louis Vuitton or Louis the 13
She like "ooh he remind me of a wet dream"
She wanna, throw it back now
So throw it back
Even though my pops died he taught me how to blow them backs out
Now show that tat ma, now show that crack ma
Cause I'm a crack head, I need that crack house
Come to a nigga house and get that ass out
We all boning, no we dont bad mouth
Come to the back room, then hit the back floor
Then hit the back door, now holla back ho!
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I got 'em
Okay now wobble di wobble di hoe
Wobble di wobble hoe
Wobble di wobble hoe
Wobble di wobble hoe
Wobble di wobble hoe
Wobble di wobble hoe
Wobble di wobble hoe
Wobble di wobble
Wobble di
I said hey pretty girl I'm feelin' yo frame
Show that tattoo girl what that nigga name?
Aye pretty girl I'm feelin' yo frame
Show that tattoo I bet he ain't Lil WayneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Prostitute Flange (remix)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 Wouldn't Make A Difference
If That Was Way Before Me And You Girl
See You Don't Ever Have To Worry About Me
As Long As You Keep It Real
Whatever's On Yo Mind
Speak On How You Feel
Stay Truthful to me
And Never Lie To Me
And Don't Ever Keep No Secrets
No Matter Wutever Uh Uh..
Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea
Well If Ya Don't Then I'll 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 Ain't 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 Wouldn't 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
Whatever's On Yo Mind
Speak On How You Feel
Stay Truthful To Me
And Never Lie To Me
And Don't Ever Keep No Secrets
No Matter Wutever Nahh
Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea
Well If Ya Don't Then I'll 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 Asthma 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 Wouldn't Make A Difference
If That Was Way Before Me And You Babe
See You Don't Ever Have To Worry About Me
As Long As You Keep It Real
Whatever's 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 D***
Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea
(D*** Like For real Tho Babygirl
You Ain't Gotta Keep No Secrets
Its Me And You Gotta Keep It Real)

Ya Boy

(Yo p**** Is Like A Drug To Me
Ya I Be Feeinin
F*** if i could sing
D*** If Only I Could Sing
Help Me Out Lil Bru)

(Talk:)
I Love It Babe Ye
I Love It Babe Dont You Know
I Love It Babe I Really Did
I Love It Babe Like Young Jeezy
I Love It Babe Ye
I Love It Babe (x3)

I Wouldn't Care If You Was A Prostitute
And That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew
See It Wouldn't Make A Difference
If That Was Way Before Me And You Babe
See You Don't Ever Have To Worry About Me
As Long As You Keep It Real
Whatever's On Yo Mind
Speak On How You Feel
Stay Truthful to me
And Never Lie To Me
And Don't Ever Keep No Secrets
No Matter Wutever
See They Could Say Wut They Want Girl
But It Would Never Change My Views
Cuz They Will Never Know You The Way That
I Know You
You See Im Down To Spend The Rest Of My Whole Nite Wit U Girl
And If I Gotta Pay A Loan
So Be It Babe
And If Ya Friends Can't Understand Ya
You Dont Need Em Babe

Yea
Arite
See Everythang's Arite

JenniferEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Playoff[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Ball like the playoffs
Get down or lay down
Lay down and stay down
Ball like the playoffs
Can't take a day off
Can't take a day off
Ball like the playoffs
Get down or lay down
Lay down and stay down
Can't take a play off
Can't take a day off
Can't take a day off

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs
Can't take a play off, can't take a play off, can't take day off
Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, can't take a day off
Can't take a play off, can't take a play off
Ball like the playoffs

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ball like the playoffs, get down or lay down
Lay down and stay down
Can't take a play off, can't take a day off
Working my A' off
It's [?] day now
Sun up to sun down, we litty light up now
That's on my bust down
Pressure it bust pipes, but we so piped up now
We so piped up now, they better pipe down
They better point now, they know it's 4th down
Ain't no more time-outs, Hail Mary touchdown
Run up the score on the opposition
We win the game it's a celebration
Hold up the trophy my momma watching
I'm 'bout to make a confetti angel
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs
Can't take a play off, can't take a play off, can't take day off
Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, can't take a day off
Can't take a play off, can't take a play off
Ball like the playoffs

[Verse 2: Poppy H, Lil Wayne & Both]
Don't get stepped on (Stepped on)
Your team get sent home (Sent home)
We just bring rings home, we got a bust down (Bust down)
Your team get bust down, you gon' be the one first down
No one get cut out (Cut out), but we makin' cuts now (Yeah)
I think they tryna rush now, it's up to us now (Yeah)
Ain't no fearin' fourth down, Hail Mary touchdown
You'll get stepped on (Stepped on), the weak get stepped on (Yeah)
New cleats game, we who that we are
I'ma put the MAc's on, I'ma bring the racks home
Go out or go home (Huh), can't end my team, we can't take home (Huh)
Bring it on, it ain't gon' take long (Huh)
Then do my dance in your endzone (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs
Can't take a play off, can't take a play off, working my A' off
Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, working my A' off
Can't take a play off, can't take a play off
Ball like the playoffs
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Cleats get stepped on, cleats get stepped on
Chins get checked on, game just kept goin'
No brakes pressed on, no cap, jet gone
Jet fuel, kept going
Teams get slept on, dreams get slept on
Teams get crept on, the elite take the best of 'em
And the rest get left home
Say it with your chest bone, no brakes pressed on
No cap, jet gone, jet fuel, kept going
Teams get slept on, dreams get slept on
Say it with your chest bone, no brace pressed on
No cap, jet gone, jet fuel, kept going
No cap, jet gone, get on then get left home

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Ball like the playoffs
Can't take a play off, can't take a day off
Working my A' off
Ball like the playoffs

[Instrumental Outro]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Shake It[Intro]
Yeah
Scoob in this bitch with me
But this about you
Ooh

[Chorus]
Girl, you know I love you, and I'm there for you
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for you
I got some candles lit and some underwear for you
Let's have a little hot girl, name her "Celsius"

[Verse 1]
I know there's gotta be a Heaven, 'cause you fell from one
And you've been nothin' but an angel since I helped you up
Sometimes, I gotta ask myself what kinda spell I'm under
But tonight, she wore that dress I gotta help unbutton

[Refrain]
And she shake it like a dog, hop like a frog
Ride it like a horse, scream and holler 'til she lose her voice
Yeah, she shake it like a dog, hop like a frog
Ride it like a horse, scream and holler 'til she lose her voice, yeah

[Break]
'Til she lose her voice, like
Girl, you know I love you, and I... Let's go
[Chorus]
Girl, you know I love you, and I'm there for you
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for you
I got some candles lit and some underwear for you
Them edible underwear, I ate a pair for you

[Verse 2]
Ooh, now she on a handstand (Ooh), I'm her number one fan (Ooh)
She the intelligent one, I'm just me with my dumb ass (Oh)
She a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her (Twerk with her)
She ain't got a lot of ass, but I could work with her (Oh now)

[Refrain]
'Cause she shake it like a dog, hop like a frog
Ride it like a horse, scream and holler 'til she lose her voice
Yeah, she shake it like a dog, hop like a frog
Ride it like a horse, so I ain't got a choice
She pop it like a tart, then stab it like a heart
She sad when we depart, she watching her remarks
And she said, "We gon' ride this shit on out, if not, we walk"
I said, "Fuckin' right"

[Chorus]
Ooh, you know I love you, and I'm there for you
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for you
Just ask my bitch about me, I got her a belt Vuitton
And this dick is A1, pussy well-done
[Post-Chorus]
And she say, "Ooh baby, ooh baby
Ooh baby, that dick drive me crazy"
She say, "Oh lordy, oh lordy
Oh lordy, that dick got me crawling, ayy
Oh lord," 'til she lose her voice, like
She said, "Ignore them hoes, better not"

[Bridge]
She said, "Them hoes, better not fuck with my Tunechi" (Ayy)
"He got a magic stick and know how to use it" (Ayy)
She said, "Them hoes, better not fuck with my Tunechi" (Ayy)
"He got a magic stick and know how to use it" (Ayy)
Uhh, she a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her
She ain't got a lot of ass, but I could work with her
She a slim, fine woman with some shit with her
She ain't got a lot of ass, but she pretty as fuck
And she can shake it like a dog, shake it like a dog
Shake it like a, now take that dog for a walk
And want you to walk it like a, serve it like a, bounce it like a, yeah
Walk it like a, serve it like a, bounce it like a, yeah

[Outro]
Girl, you know I love you and I care for you
Girl, you know I love you, I go hard for you, it's from the heart
Girl, you gotta monkey on that dick, monkey on that dick
Act a donkey on that dick, pony on that shit
Let me see you monkey on that dick, monkey on that dick
Act a donkey on that dick, pony on that shit, ooh, you gotta2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Sure Thing (Freestyle)Kush and a swisha
Money over bitches
Never kill a woman
Unless she is a witness
All about my business
Survival of the fittest
She let me hide my weed in her titties
Bitch I got the cash in a rubberband
I got the Glock already cocked, boom!
Fucking with a nigga meet my muthafucking goons
Sorry for the wait Carter IV coming soon
Light it up 'cause I'ma smoke-er
She tried to deep throat, I fucked around and choked her
It's Young Money mutherfucker game over
Shots leave ya body looking like she is doing yoga
And Lord knows I am a sinner pain pills for dinner
Bitch I am getting money like I got a money printer
I got a chopper and a trimmer shootin' like Jimmer
You coming in that water boy, you better be a swimmer
I ain't worrying bout ya'll, sittin' in my hole
While Miss Anita Baker say you bringin me joy
I came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys
And we all yell 'fuck you bitch' and kept going
I am on and that's right baby
I am ain't going out this bitch without a fight baby
One request please don't bite baby
I got some bomb ass pussy from a white lady
I ain't lying, I'mma shine like a nickel or a dime-and
I smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off of my mind
Girl stop talking that shit goin' suck a nigga dick
For a new outfit
And even if the sky come falling
Bitch I'ma still be high
I got faith in my weed man
But lil nigga got yay by the bean bag
Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass
And that red bandana is the team flag
Yeah, all up in your fucking face
Tez pushed the album back, sorry for the waitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Young Playa[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
Cuz 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 key runner 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 your 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 in glady's bar
And Ms. Pat and gray head over there
They In the back card gambling
At the bar dranking
But go head, just be quiet with 'em lil one

[Verse 2]
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)
The top 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 DiBiase
Catch me sippin on some Hen, maybe Covoursier
Sammy, Mario, tody Tez, that's my posse
And what
You might see me dippin low in a Benz truck
Tell yo girl hello
I done did her, what you muggin me for
Keep playin with me, I'll put a slug in yo do'
[Mannie Fresh]
Now looky here, young blood
Pull yo pants up on yo ass and put that piece of metal up in yo shirt
Don't make me get up out this wheel chair and kick yo ass
Now keep doing what you doing
Go head

[Verse 3]
Y'all know me, young playa, stomp with the big dogs
Play with me boy I give you cancer like menthol
Cough cough cough up
Got a cat eye Benz on Brabus
They call us Uptown shiners
Original Hot Boy$ baby, Big Tymers
I spit game
Get in they head, they be like, "Quit Wayne!"
Half hour later, I'm in they split man
Hehehehe it be kicks man
Let me get real
I'll kill on the battlefield
Steal for the scrill
I will never leave my clique nigga, I'm to trill
I'm a little peepsqueal
But I'm a ape in that jungle
And if you get it twisted
Nigga, I'm taking yo lover
I mean I'm raping yo lover
Leave her taste in my rubber
I'm a playa nigga, I'm a playaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Oops[Intro]
Ha Ha;
I'mma murder this Shit !
Alright, Its Weezy Baby!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I Tell you what I did last night
I made love in a bitch wig last night
Them chrome dubs up on the benz fit tight
We stone up the stick ick gimmie light
Laughin on the island nigga livin' right
But I got ta go ta ATL to N.Y then it's back to the N.O
Don't fuck around I put this mack to ya rib and blow
It's Weezy Baby and I'm back in this bitch for sur´
I'm packin a 5th and baggin a 4
Kilo package of blow for 20 it go
In ya tummy where the semmi would go
And I pull the trigga right after I wisper gimmie ya coke
And I'm charged off myself in this millenium flo
Man I might go to ya girl and tell her gimmie ya throat
Cause a pimp don't give a shit about offendin' a ho
My ho's fuck my friends I find no friend in a ho
And the women a go

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Oops oh my
Baby see the whip ain't got no roof we so fly
And the feds ain't got no proof I sold pies
So I do like I do I'm so squad
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ya see, I tried and I tried to keep goin'
But I'm, so high from the lie I keep blowin'
If I'm, gon ride then it got ta be foreign
Yeah me no supply less than 4 and a half
Quit school went into the draft
I been puttin' numbers up since that
Been pullin' up in hummas since that
So check my interrior
So clean, so young, so what, so serious
Weezy do it all
Man I touch all areas
Sports agent CEO
Plus I'm the best at this
I'm a mess at this
But I ain't trippin'
I leave rap to nothin'
Dizzy, I'm to fuckin' busy
17 till I'm finished
Back in this, crack chemist
I murder that witness
What a burner that shit
We probably murder that spinich
But I ain't tryin' to fuck up me in feds image
They say
Tune oh my
They say the boy so small he got to poke out
And all my cars own poke outs
Lu Baby call the boys let's have a smoke out
And if we war with the boys we have a shoot out
July 2nd Cash Money puttin' the truth out
I'm bout to candy and chrome me a Coupe out
I'm so cool gettin' dome when I move out
I have no home
The boy move out
So if you try to find me
Lil Weezy Wee be on that loop rout
How many chickens been to dudes house
Trick question
Bitches or bricks now keep guessin'
Nigga take a swigga and flip
So keep playin' boy
You fucking with the Eastland Lords, Nigga !EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fuck yo feelingsLIL WAYNE, GAME AND CHRIS BROWN
Me and Tune just got two twin Ferraris
(Like fuck ceiling)
Two ounces in my double cup
(This shit gon' kill me)

Fuck your feelings, fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings

Yo, bitch, I signed my section point, I'm with them niggas (yeah)
Is that Drizzy bitch? (Yeah)
I'm with Nicki like (Yeah)
And these bitches be tellin' they niggas I'm crazy
Don't fuck with that nigga, he went at Jay-Z
Then he went at Curtis, now he Patrick Swayze
Every night I got your bitch in my section
I do it at live and I do it at toxic
Do it at supper, I do it at dream
No we ain't at Houston, but I got that Rocket, go!
And I'm feelin' nice, somebody mixed my pills right
And I'm gettin' all this money, and it's fucked up Trinidad lost his deal right
No Ceilings, got the drophead for my children
Dr. Dre just made a billion!
And he sent me to tell all you niggas man
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings

Any bitch that I'm with, she just hop in the whip and she get in the grave
Pimpin' is pimpin', I make a commission, make that pussy, pay
My dick like a chopper, I load it then cock it then bust on your face
We know that you pussy my nigga, we know that you ain't catchin' no fades
Bulletproof windows is tinted, my nigga, while all your shit rented
You should rent it from me 'cause I crash as soon as I spin it
That's why they bring all the bitches
Don't bump the DJ my nigga
You really care 'bout this bitch
My dick all up in your sis'

Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings

(Fuck your feelings) Started with documents
Reincarnated Pac and Big
How do you think I got your bitch?
I am 2Pacalypse
Got more winners than Popovich
Yeah my bitch will pop a bitch
Pull up like Skrr
Now your bitch out her skirt (Nigga fuck your feelings)
I made her twerk
Now she selling my work (Nigga fuck your feelings)
Started with Hannah Montana hoes
Now I'm fuckin' all of Nick Cannon hoes
I made her go down down baby
But I don't speak no country grammar though
I got the antidote
I know some Fu-town niggas that'll bust your head like cantaloupe
You pull out your camera my cannon blow
2014 Hannibal, lil' nigga
Nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, fuck your feelings, yeah

I fuck yo' bitches, fuck yo' bitches, yeah
Fuck yo' niggas, nigga, fuck yo' niggas
Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas, yeah
Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas, yeah
Soo Woo!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Gone ’Til November (Excerpt)Day One Up in This Bitch!

I’ve never been one who doesn’t take full responsibility for his actions, but damn, I really don’t deserve this. If I hadn’t traded my blue Marc Jacobs jeans, white polo, and gray Vans for green onesies, I wouldn’t have believed this shit myself.

I had to talk to the prison psychiatrist when I got here. I told her that I shouldn’t be talking to her because I’m not crazy … but I ended up really enjoying her conversation. Is that crazy? We talked about traveling the world, where we’ve been and where we would like to go, BUT both of us were in jail … crazy!

My next conversation didn't go so well. As I was being led to the captain's office, I was still just trying to figure out what I was about to go through. I got lost in the thought of how each step that I made was one step farther from everything that I love. And to what? A world of dysfunction, disrespect, and distrust. Come to think of it, it is sort of like the music biz only without the female groupies.

As soon as I sat down in the captain's office, his exact first words to me were, "Don't fuck with my staff!" Damn! Definitely won't be getting any celebrity treatment from the captain. The whole conversation was him telling me, “Don't come in here trying to be what you are. You're not gonna ‘Lil Wayne’ up this mothafucka!”

All I was thinking was, Since there's nothing else to explain here, I'm done with this dude, so just take me to my cell and I'll stay out of your way. After the captain's great words of discouragement, I was handed a towel, two sheets, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a green cup. Oh yeah, and a cell, cell 29.

As soon as I heard the cell door lock behind me, I just sat on the back wall and the tears began to flow as I took my first glimpse at my new digs: three buckets, one bed, one toilet that was surprisingly kind of clean (emphasis on kind of), a rusty-ass sink with a mirror the size of a small notepad, a desk, and a window. A clothesline was left hanging in the cell. I decided to leave it because I figured it would come in handy.

I got in just in time for chow, which is the overall term used for what they call breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I only ate the veggies because I wasn't too sure what the other stuff was.

I wasn't in the mood to do much socializing, so I kept the first-day meet and greet short. I guess not everybody on staff got the captain's memo because two C.O.’s were suspended for trying to come up and see me ... females of course. Maybe there will be some female groupies in the bitch after all.

Fuck ... one down!

Welcome 2 Da Family

Woke up at 4 a.m. for breakfast "chow." I had coffee that was given to me along with some other "goodies." The guys on my tier made me feel like I was a part of a family ... like a brotherhood. I was the new brother and they showed me love just like one. All in all, they gave me magazines, tea, some better soap than the prison's soap, an earphone radio, and extra chow.

There's Chris, who gave me the radio. He looks 15 years old, like he's in here for stealing gum. There's Lawson, who gave me the magazines and taught me how to use the phone. Twenty-one minutes every five hours. Sheesh!  There's Herb. He gave me some advice on how to do this time. Shit like, make sure to stick to myself, and to create a daily regimen to keep myself busy every day. He suggested working out, but I know my body ain't built for that. There's Al, whose cell is across from mine. He's 50-something, but he acts 20-something. Reminds me of an old Mafia guy. Then there's Coach! The guy that likes guys ... you know it had to be one of those. But he can and will get anything you need. I guess you can call him a "sweetheart," haha!
Now, as far as the C.O.’s, there's one who really stood out. White dude. He's loud, funny, and mad cool. He kept it so real with me from the jump, like, “Stay away from all these bitch-ass niggas ... none of them are your friends.” Him being a C.O., he knew why everybody was up in this bitch. Let's just say that he pointed out all the dudes who became gangstas mysteriously overnight when they found out that I was coming ... haha!

And then there's Ms. Burke. Owwww! She's so sexy! She has a head full of gray hair, but she's not old. I'm not sure what caused it, but she said that her hair has been gray since she was 13. My first impression was that it's just her swag and she dyed it gray on purpose. That's how cool it looks on her. I mean she's fine as hell. I'd definitely hit it!

Still Got It!!!

Shot hoops with Al in the yard. I sucked. He was much better and he's 57! No sooner when I got back to the cell at 2:45 p.m., I was back out to take the test for the suicidal-protection aide job. I passed with a 100, no lie. Guess I still got it. And I guess I still get that moola, baby, because SPA is the highest-paying job an inmate can get. The job is basically to monitor the tier for an eight-hour shift and if someone wants to hang up (meaning to kill themselves), to not negotiate with them or try to talk them out of it, but just to alert an officer. Yeah, it's that real.

When I got back to the cell, I wrote some rhymes and did some push-ups until about 4:30. Ended up playing checkers with Dominicano. Lost!

Then I had to get ready for my visit, which was Tez, Mack, and E.I. That was a great visit. I miss them niggas. Had chow when I got back. It was this chicken special that Coach and LL make. Shit was great! Also made my own rice and noodles with it and put it on a tortilla wrap. Shit was awesome. I felt fat.

Used the phone cautiously. Spoke to my little man D.M.C. III, he said, “Da-da.” Fucked up that I had to hear it for the first time in here, but still, Yeah!

Showered up quickly then had tea. It's 10:45 p.m. and I'm back in my cell listening to a game in the earphones as I write this.

Push-ups, prayer, sleep. Another day gone!

Jailhouse Rap

Read fan mail. Got some nice pictures today and Marisa sent me some Marc Jacobs cashmere socks, yeah!

Some people write the most bugged-out things. Everything from wanting to fall asleep with my dick in their mouth, to that I rep my city “astronomically”! Crazy, man! I love it! Also read the new Rolling Stone and I was in it. Yeah!

I rapped for the first time on the yard for Charlie and Jamaica. It's crazy that I've performed in front of millions of people since I was 8 years old, but for some reason I was nervous as hell. Rapping has always been second nature to me, but my creativity has definitely been put to a test since being in this bitch. I absolutely refuse to rap about being in jail. It's not who I am AND it's not who I'm going to be! I hope they liked it. I think they did.
Chris gave me two bags of Doritos. I gave him some bubble gum. It wasn't a trade, just two generous guys. But yeah, someone blessed me with some gum, a Now and Later, and a Jawbreaker today. Yeah!

As a Man

I woke up still feeling fucked up about the fucked-up day that I had. Hell is what it was! I'm used to arguing with my girl on a daily basis, but finding out that she fucked Drake was the absolute worst thing I could've found out.

As a man, honestly, that shit hurt, and not because it was Drake. It could've been any man and it would've hurt the same. She said it happened way before we got together, but she just never told me. When Drizzy came to see me, he was like, "Yeah it's true ... don't fuck with her like that ’cause I did fuck her." Damn!

This is the type of shit that a man never wants to find out while he's locked up. Or maybe so, ’cause only God knows what I would've done if I wasn't locked up right now. As soon as I found out, I told them to just lock me in, and I've basically just been by myself in my cell for the last couple of days.

Not sure how long I would've stayed in there if it weren't for Charlie. His fat ass wasn't going to let me just sit up in this bitch and not eat. He was like, "I don't give a fuck what you're mad about, we cooking no matter what, nigga. Come on man, let's eat!"

As a man I'll admit it: That shit really fucked me up, but hey, fuck that ho!

Love is blind, that's why I say make sure that bitch is a seeing-eye dog.

Another one gone!

He Runs the City

I woke up feeling like today was going to be different for some reason. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there seemed to be a buzz in the building. I had my morning coffee like usual and chilled in the dayroom waiting on my visit. And what a great visit it was. Diddy kept his word and visited me today. It was total chaos! Every captain in the building was down there! Even the deps and the warden! Everyone just wanted to see him. It was kind of aggravating, but it is what it is.

Here No More

Today started out on some regular-day shit, but that's definitely not the way it ended. Jamaica got deported. We were just chilling in this bitch and they just came and got him like he had a visit. The only difference was, they were like, "Jamaica, pack up your shit." Damn!
The fucked-up thing is that Jamaica and I have become ... damn, do I dare use the "F" word in jail ... but really have become like friends. He was always asking me if I could help him out with a lawyer or something just to keep him here because he was facing deportation.

At first, I would just brush it off, but it got to the point that I reacted as if he were one of my homies that I grew up with. I was like, “Nigga, don't ask me for shit just because you know I got it. It's because of me that we're eating right up in this bitch. Don't stretch it by asking for a lawyer and shit.” That's really how I looked at it at the time. I really didn't know it was that serious. I guess he really did need a better lawyer. Damn!

The whole ordeal made me realize how there are no real friends in jail. As fucked up as that sounds, that's the reality. I remember when White told me that. He was like, "Y'all niggas can be as cool as you want in here. You niggas can fight together, eat together, play ball together, and all that shit. But nobody ever gets out of this bitch on the same day. And whoever gets out of this bitch first ain't worrying about nobody ass that still up in here."

I pray for everybody in here, but I really don't see myself keeping in touch with anybody but a couple of C.O.’s who never acted like dicks toward me.

What a day … at least it's another one gone!

What's Really Real

Damn, I woke up this morning missing having normal conversations about everyday shit. The only time that I can have anything close to a normal conversation is with a C.O. I can't even begin to try and have that type of convo with an inmate because they're always lying about whatever they're talking about.

I'd have to be the most gullible mothafucka on the planet to believe the stories that these niggas tell me up in here. I mean like everybody in this bitch is a king, a boss, or a killer ... Everybody either has or has had a billion dollars. It's kind of sad because I know that they're just trying to boost their egos, which is probably why most of these mothafuckas are in here in the first place. Your life has to be crazy as fuck when jail is the place to boost your ego.

I don't ever want to come back to this bitch! There's absolutely nothing cool about jail. It's nasty. It's dirty. Everything is fucking used. Getting something new in the bitch is like winning the lottery. You have to be a certain mothafucka to get new shit. And since I get new bedsheets and shit, it's a good thing that I'm that certain mothafucka!

When I got back from the yard, I just stayed on the phone as much as possible. I was really craving some normal conversation. I'm sure this was all caused by this dude telling me to slow down because I was beginning to act like an inmate.

I got into an argument on the yard and went straight gorilla. I was as un–Lil Wayne as I could get. I was in a nigga face like, Fuck you, nigga, what's good? Niggas had to hold me back and shit. That's when this dude was like, "You go home to something nobody else in here goes home to ... dude, leave that nigga alone. He'll be back in this bitch next month. You don't want to be back in this bitch, man. Don't act that way. Go home, bro. You're a millionaire. You're a superstar. So act like one." I couldn't argue with that shit ... damn ... and yeah!

The Remix, Baby

Who knew that my spirit was about to be lifted through the roof! Tez was like, “We want you to be on Drake's remix.” I was like, “How?” And he was like, “We're going to do it over the phone.” I'm like, “Shit ... I don't have anything else better to do up in this bitch, so let's go!” After I finished running it, I was kinda nervous on how it was going to be received. This was the first time that I haven't been in the studio to hear the playback before a song goes out.

I can't front, I'm really bugging out knowing that I can record a song AND it would be on the radio and everything. My main thought is, Damn ... if I can do this, I'm about to go to the studio every night. I told Tez to have the mic on standby from here on out.

Nothing else that happened today mattered. Nothing can touch how happy I am. My creativity is at an all-time high right now! I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow.

Writing, writing, and more writing! Another one!

So Blessed

Just got back from my visit. I have the best friends, fans, and family in the world. I've been in this bitch for a good minute now and have never missed a visit yet. You get two visits a week and I haven't missed one yet! That shit is incredible ’cause I've never seen Jamaica get a visit. The only visit I saw him get was the mothafuckas who deported his ass came and got him. Coach has never got a visit. Dominicano has never got a visit. Charlie has never got a visit. I got every visit I was supposed to get. I've been able to look forward to seeing someone every chance I was able to see someone ... THANK GOD!

I even feel blessed when I argued with my girl during visits because it would become the topic of my day. And by the time we spoke later that day, the argument was so amplified in my head that I couldn’t wait to jump on the phone with her. Being that she was dealing with real-life shit and not up in the hellhole, she would normally have forgotten about the whole thing and be on some "I love you, Baby" vibe ... I'm like, BITCH!!! That shit might sound crazy, but it's awesome to have something to look forward to that takes your mind out of being in jail!

I told her I didn't want her to wear any panties so I can look at her pussy and shit one time. But since I never wear the same T-shirt, boxers, or socks more than one time EVER, my nigga E.I. always brings me new T-shirts, boxers, and socks every visit. And they have these extensive-ass searches before you come in here, so they made her put on a pair of boxers because they knew she didn't have on panties. Damn!

I have to give props where props are due ... big shout-out to Diddy, Chris Paul, and Kanye for coming to see me, especially with their schedules. I know that they had to go through some extra shit, because you just can't walk in this bitch and say, "I want to see Dwayne Carter.”

It's lock-in, so push-ups, Bible, prayer, slow jams, and sleep. Another one!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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We Come and See About It[Intro]
Yeah, yea, OK

[Hook]
Came in the game as a young'n
Signed with Cash Money
Pocket full of money
Niggas poppin shit
Always talkin bout somethin
See ya ass in public
It's a whole 'nother subject
Man, they just talkin bout it
They just talkin bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from
You gotta be about it
And if you want it-want it
We come and see about it
OK

[Verse 1]
Uhh, it's Weezy Baby like the last shit
A big car and a bad bitch
Uhh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked
These niggas ballin by accident
Uhh, keep talkin, nigga fuck up ya body
Send ya home and tell ya mom it was an accident
Uhh, I'm a G til the casket
Drop on my glasses
Uhh, fast money, I'm the fastest
I got that hustler's passion
Ya know
Them boys back at the ass-end
I'm at the bank, tryna cash in
OK
[Hook]
Came in the game as a young'n
Signed with Cash Money
Pocket full of money
Niggas poppin shit
Always talkin bout somethin
See ya ass in public
It's a whole 'nother subject
Man, they just talkin bout it
They just talkin bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from
You gotta be about it
And if you want it-want it
We come and see about it
OK

[Verse 2]
Yeah, there's been a murder
Bitch I make a killing
Insurance papers in the safe
Money in the ceiling
Uhh, I got a pillow case full of pistols
Come through a nigga house and aim at the pillows
Uhh, yeah — Wake up, wake up
Fuckin with them boys, you can wake up taped up
Ya dig?
Now go on, drink that lake up
Stick 'em in the trunk
And let 'em feel that bass pump
These niggas is nuts
Man, that M14 leave you physically fucked
These niggas is ducks
Well you can call me Scrooge
Cause I'm swimming in bucks
Bitch
[Hook]
Came in the game as a young'n
Signed with Cash Money
Pocket full of money
Niggas poppin shit
Always talkin bout somethin
See ya ass in public
It's a whole 'nother subject
Man, they just talkin bout it
They just talkin bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from
You gotta be about it
And if you want it-want it
We come and see about it
OK

[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah
Too hot, too cold
I'm, I'm
Red hot, blue cold
Yeah
I knock ya melon out ya fruit bowl
All my guns black, I got true soul
Yeah
And I call my coupe a Black Panther
Blat, blat, blat
That's the gat anthem
And if a nigga play with family, for that matter
I'mma smoke so many niggas I'mma catch cancer
Yeah
And if I step up out this Benzo
You know I'm coming with a gun, like a Nintendo
They soft
Them niggas falling when the wind blow
And I'm rollin up my window
Fuck 'em
[Hook]
Came in the game as a young'n
Signed wit Cash Money
Pocket full of money
Niggas poppin shit
Always talkin bout somethin
See ya ass in public
It's a whole 'nother subject
Man, they just talkin bout it
They just talkin bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
I'm on the streets with it
See from where I come from
You gotta be about it
And if you want it-want it
We come and see about it
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Road Lizard[Intro: Lil' Wayne]
Road Lizard
Road Lizard
Road Lizard
Road Lizard
Road Lizard
Road Lizard
Road Lizard
Road Lizard

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Look, I fucked the bitch with a broomstick
The same broom that I didn't clean my room with;
Yeah, I'm on her peach like a fruit fly
Last Night I bumped into God, I be Too High
Like "Excuse you," I said, "Who are you?"
He said ''I'm  the motherfuckin reason you are you''
Really? Wow, You're the reason?
And all these time I thought it was Bitch ass Dwayne and Cita
Ehh, My Niggas nutty as a fruit pie
Shoulda Woulda Coulda mama should have got her tubes tied
The only job my bitch ever had is a boob job
Commit to the bitch? I'd rather commit suicide
I once knew a guy who knew a guy who had some weed
He turned out to be fruity, tried to suck my johnny apple seed
I ripped his fuckin heart out
And gave it to my girl on valentines day
And she still fuckin broke it
You hoe' bitch I hate you
Matter of fact, I love every bitch that ain't you
I heard they kick you out of heaven for dyking with angels
Ughhhhh!, I said I'll never think about you again
And you gave me brain, You're playing mind games
I tattoo these tears cos you a crying shame
I know you fuck niggas who on my team like Mama James
I fucked you raw and now a Nigga pissing fire rain
And now my dick mad at me, fuck!
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Road Lizards
I ain't crazy, these hoes crazy
Crazy as a Road Lizards
I ain't Crazy, these hoes crazy

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Man, Have you ever seen a road lizard?
As soon as the get stuck in the middle of a road
Like, Cars keep passing
Like, It don't know where to go, because everywhere It go
Its like a tyre to the left, a tyre to the right
Its like its going crazy, Road lizards!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ughh
Iguana Vagina, Reptile
And that Sissy ass Kid ain't my step child
Should slit your motherfuckin' throat and make your neck smile
T. gave me Insomnia and made me calm down
And when my high came down, I burned the home down
I ain't on cloud nine, i'm on my own cloud
My friends are white, I might be hanging with the wrong crowd
Get it? Hangin'?
I'm titty-banging a bitch who still wear a training bras
I ate her fuckin heart out, it came with fries
And my soft drink, I don't blink, I see it all
My dick a ballerina, let me stick it in your Leotard
How the fuck these bitches gonna call me a dog?
Hold my dick above your head like a MVP award
Ahh, I head you're back fucking your old Nigga
I get into my car and run-over the motherfuckin..
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Road Lizards
I ain't crazy, these hoes crazy
Crazy as a Road Lizards
I ain't Crazy, you hoes crazy

[Outro: Lil' Wayne]
Road Lizard
Road Lizard
Road Lizard
I ain't crazy, these hoes crazy
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Feeling Myself[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Aight check this out right
I go by the name of DJ Khaled
My nigga Birdman say yo Khaled man
Lets do something for the streets
Listen...

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Shh...
D-Boy in the B-U-I-L-ding
He who buy and sell things
Feds hear my cell ring
Phone we say ice cream
Home we say white (Hello)
In jail they don't say too much the codes ain't safe enough
So i'll be on the street and on the road gettin' my paper up
Full but I ain't ate enough
I'm good but I ain't great enough (Uh Uh)
Aye tru turn the faders up
I'm waking up I'm taking up the industries space and I'm wastin' 'em (Yea)
They can't look me in my face and I'm grillin' 'em (Bling)
How my smile worth a million (Ha)
Because diamons are forever
Pluck a diamond from the bezel
Feel the clarity that twinkle on the little one
[Hook: Lil Wayne & Nikki Jean]
Aye
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' it
I'm feelin' myself
Aye what is this feeling?
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' like....
You got to feel me!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I spit switch blades for the bitch made
I spit sweet lemonade for the pretty babes (Haha)
I spit bullets at hood niggas
Don't get shot get low boy!
I spit numbers for the dope boys
And the dope boys (Yea)
I tell 'em to meet coke boy
It's more money involved
Yea
More money more problems
More problems to solve
Big Gleezy got 'em (Gleezy!)
Ask a nigga have I ever been in the back of a car
Lookin' for other niggas after dark (Lil' Tune)
They'll tell you whats up
I ain't bad as fuck but I'm tough enough
That's why...
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
People try to tell me shit but I don't want to hear 'em
Cause if I tell 'em shit back
Then I'll probably scare 'em
Truth be told I'm the hottest of my era
There will never be a soul that can compare to every level
Ever peddeled by the Devil
Me being the Devil
Yep
Hot Boy 'till the grizzle
Gone 'till they miss me
And thats untill the blunts burn out
And the liquor is empty
I ain't trippin' cause I did me
Wait I'm trippin' cause I'm still me
Still the little nigga goin' out to get me
If the public got something to say
Well tell them I got something to say
And that is...

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Welcome To My Hood (Remix)Bitch im on probation,so my nerves bad
And they say time flies,but mines first class
I landed in the sky and fell from da streets
I talk alot shit and practice wat i preach
Back from hell...cell 23
Tell da warden kiss my ass.. pockets on monique
Bitch im from da murder capital....hoe im far from practical
Shit happens n since im da shit im who it happen too
Young money cash money blood gang im red hot
I dont see nobody see nobody like a headshot
All dat bullshit is for da birds throw sum bread out
Got it sewn up check the thread countEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Self Destruction[Intro]
Young Weezy Baby!
Aagghhhwooo!

She got her bags by the door nob
OK be cool wait baby slow down
Don't walk out of that door
Ooh
I done made her past mad now
Her tears falling from her pouring on the ground
I ain't never seen her like this before..no
Now I'm feel like I'm falling
No one here to save me
I don't wanna die alone
I don't wanna live alone
Hang Into This Shyt Together
We Gon Leave This Shyt Together
Baby Leave This Shyt Together!
But Im Sorry I Fucked Up!
Ahh
Yah I Fucked Up
Yea I Kno I Fucked
And Now She Gone
And Thats Fucked Up

[Chorus:]
And Now Im Headed For Self Destruction
I Dont Wanna Live No More
Self Destruction
I Dont Wanna Live No More
Self Destruction
I Dont Wanna Live No More Without U!
Yea Its A Suicidal
Yea!
U Might See Me On The Side Of The Road
Keep Driving
You May See Me Jumping Into The Road
Keep Driving
Im Just Tryna Find The End Of The Road
Ok I Think Im Gonna Have To Send Her A Note
Along With A Rose
And That Rose Will Be Black
And That Note Attached Shall Read
"Im Gone"
"Honey Im Gone"
"I'd Rafter Be With God Before I Be Alone"
So From Heaven I Sing This Song
O Yea "P.S. Honey Im Home"

And The Angels Even Look And Smell Like You
But There's No Angel Or Gal Like You
Man I Fucked Up (Man I Fucked Up)
Yaah I Fucked Up (Yaah I Fucked Up)
Yea I Kno I Fucked Up
And Now She Gone
And Thats Fucked Up

[Chorus:]
And Now Im Headed For Self Destruction
I Dont Wanna Live No More
Self Destruction
I Dont Wanna Live No More
Self Destruction
I Dont Wanna Live No More Without U!
Yea Its A Suicidal
And If I Can't Have You And I
Its A Suicide
For You I'll Cry
And If I Can't Have You
Im Through I'll Die
And If U Hear Me Say Down (Down) Down (Down) Down
Man I Swear I Said Down (Down) Down (Down) Down
And Dont You Leave!
(No Dont Leave Me)
U Hear Me Cryin Like
(Oooooooooooooooooooo)
Woooh
She Got Her Bags By The Door Nop
Wait Baby Slow Down
Dont Walk Out Of That Door
Nooo!
I Dun Made Her Past Mad Now!
Her Tears Fallin From Her Pourin On The Ground
I Ain't Never Seen Her Like This Before!
And Now It Feels Like Im Fallin!
No One Here To Save Me!
I Dont Wanna Die Alone!
I Dont Wanna Live Alone!
I Dont Wanna Be Alone!
I Dont Wanna Be Alone
So Now Im Headed For Self Destruction
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Lovely[Verse 1]
I love myself I love what I am I love who I is I love Weezy
Lil girl your man your damn kids love Weezy
You gotta love the nigga just because other nigga
And I don't love other niggas But I love other niggas bitches
I love 20-inches on everything I sit in
I love my nappy hair I love the shit I wear
You gotta love the squad-ad girl
If she ain't giving love to the whole squad-ad get outta here
You people love the shit I pop in your ear
You gon love the shit I do to hip-hop this year
You gonna love when I bring it back to the block this year
I represent the Biggie and 'Pac era; you gotta love me
That I know ma love me just cause I got a lot of money
But I love that girl too, but I love that girl too
I let y'all know me and I would love to know you now come on

[Hook x2]
Everything that I love in this world
Has gotta be the greatest thing in this world if I love it cause, I love this, I love that, I love y'all because
Everything in this world is just love

[Verse 2]
I know you probably love the bar, right
You love to live that big dog life
You love to live just like a young'n Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so I love my Coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl
He probably love you all your life I love you all night, girl I love an all white pearls
Six with the two pipes barrel kit I love to get it cracking in your girl lips
I love to sip from bill I love to go hard purp-pill
You love that I'm a star and got that work still
Don't get it fucked because I love to work still
And you won't love how the hurt feel
How getting murked feel And I love how getting hurt feel I know you love I got some of it on your shirt ee-yew I need to treat you
As a matter fact I love to cheat you
Don't call me cool Hey, you love me and I love to love you
[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
I love fast cars I love fast broads I love fast money I love Cash Money
I love a slow cigar I love a slow menage
What you love blower hard
Let's get it cracking money I love to stack my money
You will love to jack my money I love to clap-clap and black-black get back here honey
I love act a plumb-ass when I had a tall glass And that bust your ass in one gulp
I love to shit talk
You love to hear me talking shit on this When Fresh dropping that nasty shit
That old uptown get down CMB classic shit I like to ride around with a plastic fifth
I love to melt ya I love them underground S-Q albums
Haters love to get you twisted But I love the haters cause haters just love twisted
Them bitches love Weezy
My bitch gon love me when I'm busy With T-Rez fleece suit is Jayo nothing busy Squad up

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Some Say[Lil Wayne]

Some say the ex make the sex spec-tacular
Make me lick ya from ya neck and your back and ya
Shiverin tongue deliverin chills up that spine, that ass is mine
Uh oh, I think its pastor time
I hope he can last and past the test of time
Got the girls singin like Glo' Estefan
Shawty pop ya in the mouth like a pacifier
Shawty pop an ecstasy and exercise
She pop 1 and I pop a number next to 5 like
6, 4 out the Western's eye
He want to see you get low, I'm like lets get high
Like Whooo
Shawty come to my planent, I've got a spaceship for two
Cause I believe it's fuck the world but tonight I only want to fuck you
And you know that to me it feels like heaven when I made love to you

Some say the ex make the sex spec
I always protect dont want her to expect
Not a zero up out of my next check
Shawty you gonna end up being my Fed-Ex
That's my ex girlfriend im fed up with
That pill make her talk too much, shut up bitch
And my doors don't open, they let up bitch
I've been shining like Thomas Edison
Styrofoam cup filled up with medicine
I am higher than the highest bird's feathers in
I wish I could bird shit on every bitch
Like Biggie, so after I shitted on a bitch, Haha
Oh you know I shitted on a bitch, haha
Yeah, Who Me?, I'm so fly
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Give HeadNow I ain't saying she a dick sucker, but she ain't bout to get a kiss from us
Now I ain't saying she a dick sucker, but she ain't bout to get a kiss from us (no)
Now go down girl, give head, go down
Go down girl, give head, go down
Now go down, girl, give head, go down
Go down girl give head

Now, momma's a hoe met her at a video with her face ready to go waiting for cameo
She say, i can tell you hustle, i can smell the coke
The money, you got a lot, i can smell the dough
I told her, keep her nose outta business of grown folks
She been to New Orleans twice never been through the Grove
Now her pocketbook nice, and her dress coal
But her teeth pearly white and her lips was swole
She bad, have you seen her?
My n*gga said I might aswell marry a diva, like Trina, I pleased her, she please me the same, hey
What's the beauty without the brain?

Now go down girl, give head, go down Go down girl, give head, go down Now go down, girl, give head, go down Go down girl give head

Right on the club, right in the club, shorty popped an x and gave me head right in the club
To be honest, I don't think we gonna go to my truck cause her cousin's with her and she looking better than her
Yeah, she's fat in the ass, slim in the waist, kinda pretty and she down to take the shit in the face
Licking all on her lips, cause she love how I taste
It's dripping on her chin, hope it don't fall on my ???
Yeah, I'm glad I found ya, can't wait to bring Wayne and Mack Maine around ya
Gave me head in the pool and I damn near drowned her
Before I'd kiss that hoe, I'd rather kiss a perahna

Now go down girl, give head, go down Go down girl, give head, go down Now go down, girl, give head, go down Go down girl give head

Now I ain't saying she a dick sucker, but she ain't bout to get a kiss from us
Now I ain't saying she a dick sucker, but she ain't bout to get a kiss from us

Now go down girl, give head, go down Go down girl, give head, go down Now go down, girl, give head, go down Go down girl give head

All my little divas, pay attention, just listen
If we ain't in Paris, then we ain't French kissin'
I'm tryna feel your tounge, I'm just tryna be the one
Give it to ya from the back and make you cough up a lung
Or give a little brain and cough up a sun
I bust two times and then I toss up a one
Now shake it baby, it took your momma 9 months to make you baby
Enter the bedroom, we won't make a baby
Get your kneee pads on, no skating baby
So get your aprons baby
She said, I think it's a boy, she ate the baby

Now go down girl, give head, go down Go down girl, give head, go down Now go down, girl, give headEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Ridin’[Hook]
And I'm ridin' wit a body on the shotty
Stretch a nigga out like Pilates
Catch a nigga outside his hidey
Snatch all the honey from your honey comb, now the bees keep flyin' by me
I'm on that piff that pody
That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from the 90's
Shinin', P-90, in the liming
I'm timing, don't time me mu'fucka

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm a, young ass piranha
Don't get caught in that water cause I'm waitin' for a drowner
And on the corner I got packs on the counter
Before ya bitch leave I make Young Mob count em
Tryin' to get a dollar i could turn into a thousand
I'm so determined its a economic problem, drama
That's why I carry the llama
Ready at any given day to bury my honor
Love weed so much i tried to marry Juana
So pass the pastrami and asparagus mama, I'm watchin'
Cause in my area
If you got bread you better break it off share in here
I got his ankles, and his stereo
Cause i could get a cool buck fifty for that and the body yo, that's Hollygrove
It's Hollygrove til I adios
I gotta go, gotta go, got more bags to dope, yeah
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Hot boy Wayne
Since the beginning I've been in and out of some shit
Thinnin' out the thick
Living out the script, for the role that was chosen
But I don't want an award, I'm tryin' to afford
Back to the road in a Honda Accord
The whole right side slam down with that braw
A city supply the city get high, like
If I was Clear I woulda touched Claudette
I'm so fresh, like sex in the sheets
But I'm from the dirty dirty, like sex on the beach
The checks on my Nikes they match my carneesh
The button up shirt match my button seats
The AK-47 match my fuckin' heat
Watch your fuckin' feet cause I'm hot in the streets
A quarter thing is how i got in the streets
I had money ever since that week, young Weezy!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
17 gangsta, Hollygrove solider
Got a lil money, got a lot more colder
My top don't roll up, it fold up
My money don't fold up, it build up
You niggas ain't fly, get your gear up
Copped my bitch the Mark Jacob boots, and the ear muffs
Got her lookin' like Kamora or somethin
Brought Kamora to the South now Kamora stuntin'
Yeah we big business pimpin', chyea
Walkin' wit a limp, talkin' with a slur
Barkin' at ya' bitch, bet her pussy cat purr
She all on mine, she ain't lookin' at yours
And if a man trip he get the blit bla blat blurr
Credit Wayne for bringin' the hood back first, chyea........chyea
Credit Wayne for bringin' the hood back first! Chyea
[Hook]

[Outro]
Muhhhh Fukka Wizzle!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Operate On Me[Intro]
Prada jeans... 300 dollars
Gucci slippers... 500 dollars
Spending all your money to make these white folks rich... Priceless

[Hook: Wyclef Jean]
They said opposites attract, so here I am
With my pistol in my pocket, hidden right under my jacket
They said opposites attract, so here she is
With a Masters and a Bachelor, she just became a doctor
Operate on me, I need that open heart surgery
Cause the way my heart is feelin', I can't make it through the night
Operate on me, I need that open heart surgery
Cause the way my heart is feelin', I can't make it through the night

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Pocket full of money and some dark shades
Flow so current, he can start waves
Game like butter, he Parkays
Love me some head like chardays
Coppin' quarters like the arcade
Get high with my animals in our cage
And you can see us if you star gaze
Creole boy, baby I sautees
On your mark, ready, start race
That's just you makin' my heart race
And I may be the opposite, but I'mma let you operate
[Hook: Wyclef Jean]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
And I know she want a D-boy
So I'mma pop up on her like [?]
I got that magic, like Bruce Leroy
And if this isn't it, then love has a decoy
Her body sicker than a retard
And I bet I got the medicine she need for it
And i bet I got the medicine to keep goin'
She shoots me with happiness, and I bleed joy
No Band-Aid for me boy
A loss of blood, yeah the girl got me weak boy
Yeah, I see you, and I see you
When I see you, girl, you're the one, can I be two?
And if your love is clear, then I see through
Then they yell "clear," and I pull through
You saved my life, baby I would too
And they say...

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Wayne Down On Me(*Prod. by The Legendary Traxster)
[** "Wetter" by Twista {Sampler}:]
[** feat. Shanell:]
[Shanell:]
I'm calling your daddy*
Daddy
Can you be my daddy
Daddy
I need a daddy
Daddy
Could you be my daddy
Daddy
Come and make it rain down on meee
Come and make it rain down on meee
[Lil Wayne:]
Uhh
Wide receever weezy
Throw da pussy at me
Ya pussy lips smilin
I make da pussy happy
Take your panties off
The pussy lookin at me
I'm the pussy monster
Now get the pussy ready
I like to kiss, she like to kiss
Dat beef stroke, and make her bite her fist
The lights is on, the night is grown
We get it poppin cuz we know we can when wifey home
California kush strong as a tightness what im lighten on
We get high as fuck and we just do it put ya nikes on
Tatoos on her waist she like the tatoos on my face
And if there's sum she like to say I let her say it on my microphone
She love my style, but thats expected
She comin back to you, the chance is anorexic
I new she had it in her, so i got it out her
She give me neck around the clock i call it round a collar
She rub my back, she say im tight
She cook fucking clean
And still make her flight
First class pussy
Crystal glass pussy
I get it wetter then bass pussy
[Shanell:] (you done be)
Uhh
I like some chicken red
Ralph Lauren spread
Lady in the streets
Porn star in bed
She like to fuck fight
So we spar in bed
She got that pink pussy
I be the orange red
I fuck american pie
And I get foreign head
She sit down and ride
Like I'm a thorough bred
She kiss mine
And I kiss hers back
If she's a bad bitch
She deserve that
She send me pictures to my iphone
Then I gotta clear em cuz my girl be checkin' my phone
I'm in the buildin with the mind blown
And I'm in the pussy honey I'm home
[Shanell:]
U done been good
But you can do better
I done been wet
But I can get wetter
Come and make it way down on mee
(Yeh no cielings mutha fucka ahhh)
U done been good
But you can do better
I done been wet
But I can get wetter
Come and make it way down on mee
(Yeahh I like that)
I'm calling you daddy
(Her name shanell by the way)
Daddy
Can you be my daddy (young money)
Daddy
I need a daddy (no ceilings)
Daddy
Would you be my daddy
Daddy
Come and make it way down on mee (young mula babyy)
Come and make it way down on mee (no ceilings mutha f-cka ahh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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YeahhhOooh
Yeahh
Cut the music up in the head phones, please
That's more like it
Uh, uh, uh yeah
This that rock with me music, buck with me music
Baby come to my pad and f*ck with me music
F*ckin with me music, f*ckin with me loose your life
I would like to prove it but that's why I got gooned-ed
Ever since a junior, I've been on that bullshit
You don't have a fireplace? that's how hot your wood get
So santa come yo ass down the chimney
Behind my kids I leave your gift bag empty
Riff raff plenty, yeah that's what ya'll do
I got two tech nines should I text or call you
Muthaf*cka I kill all you, put the pump to your ear and
Pump up the volume, knock out a tall dude, bear hug a fat boy
I f*cked the teacher and stomp on the frat boy
I don't believe the preacher and I never been a choir boy
But my pockets do hit high notes like mariah boy
Yeah, I keep my angel low like maya boy
Then I pull it out and give you wings watch me flya boy
Used to be a hot boy now I'm fire boy
I'm talking fire, like rubbin cauduroy
Oops, I meant corduroy, carter boy, stuntin like my father boy
Flow like water boy, even though I got a voice like the boy on water boy
They pay a ton like my first name is walter boy
Sweetness, but see you'd rather 'nsult a boy
But I put that pimp in ya step like walter boy
Chuch, and weezy f's the alter boy
And yes I am a dog, now watch me cat-a-pul-ta boy
And yes I'm extra alter, yes a vulture, catch you walkin
Extra talkin to the morgue by extra coffins
Yeah I'm hype like my wife, man
Extra coffee, me and my wife be A Ok no time to shake them exes of me hah
What it is, I'm back on my biz'
And I put that on the threads on the back of my kids
May that that eleven be attached to my ribs
And the bullets that I give be attached to his
I'm back muthaf*cka, I'm that muthaf*cka
But besides barack I'm one hell of a black muthaf*cka
Ya digg? f*ck every fish in the river
I bet my love boat f*ck every fish in the river nigga
Yeah, when you in that trunk do you quiver nigga?
Cut the music up so we can't hear the nigga
Then we burn the car, with the nigga
Burn 'em so bad they can't tell if it is a nigga
We leave yo body lookin like a lizard nigga
My ma's a chef, do you wanna be for dinner nigga?
I'm at the finish like what's up with these beginner niggas?
I'm a winner nigga, but now and then a nigga
Shoutout to nas to help me tap into my inner nigga
And nigga or not, we are all sinners nigga
So please forgive me if I have to kill a nigga
And the president is still a nigga
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Politics (Lethal Injection)[Bridge - Lil Wayne]
So you didn't get drafted by the NBA, but you got drafted to defend your U.S.A
Now you got war on your mind, put you on front line and you will die, die, the American way

[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda]
So I woke up at the crack of dawn, a lot going through my mind while I stretch and yawn
Its a love-hate thing, but my heart is torn, man, let me just speak about whats going on
Hey, Dear Mr. President, why you got our troops in the war and they fighting over shit thats irrelevant
While the crime rates spread like an infection, Im trying to duck jail and a lethal injection

[Hook - Lil Wayne]
Love, hate, size, race, crime, grace, lip injection, lethal injection
Breast reduction, police corruption, your assumption, economical destruction
Breast reduction, police corruption, your assumption, economical destruction
Love, hate, size, race, crime, grace, crime rate, lip injection, lethal injection
Lip injection, lethal injection, breast reduction, police corruption
Your assumption, economical destruction, breast reduction
Police corruption, your assumption, economical destruction

[Lil Wayne Scream]

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
What is your fucking problem, I'm from the fucking bottom
I got a bunch of problems, and can't nothing solve them
My room is full of demons, I ain't afraid of them
I hear them witches screaming, I raise a blade to them
[Hook - Lil Wayne]

[Bridge - Lil Wayne]

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Question, what the fuck is you go do, when that new world come for you
When that new world come for you, revolution is never the solution
Prostitution, drug distribution, war contribution, all for the love of the constitution
Yeah

[Hook - Lil Wayne & Gudda Gudda]
Love, hate, size, race, grime, grace, lip injection, lethal injection
While the crime rates spread like an infection, Im trying to duck jail and a lethal injection
Love, hate, size, race, grime, grace, crime rate, lip injection, lethal injection
Lip injection, lethal injection, breast reduction, police corruption, your assumption
Economical destruction, breast reduction, police corruption, your assumption, economical destruction2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Vans[Intro]
Ayo, Paul, why'ont you roll up a
'Young L'
Hahah
Young Money, Volume 1
Yeah
LilWeezyAna
Yeah
DJ Raj Smoove, greatest DJ in the world
Weezy F Baby, best rapper alive
Let's go

[Verse]
Yeah, young Wayne
Up in this thang
The boy get money
Like the summer get rain
I got game
That's just that
Baby, I'm a player
Check my stats
She just wanna caress my tats
And then I jumps up in that pussy and run laps
Yeah, it's Weezy Baby
Now keep me in your mouth like you're teething baby
Haha, and I swear I go dumb
I smoke so much, niggas call me No Lungs
I'm just trying to stack mo' funds
Baby I'm a god, I should walk around with nuns
Haha, but I walk around with guns
Use your head or you'll walk around with none
Haha, and that'll be no fun
Now is my era
Bring terror
Like Pun
Fugue, roll up a 'Young L'
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The Lost Carter IV SongJay-Z:

Turn the muthafuckin music up

Yeahhh

Yeaaaahhh!

I got these niggas Weezy!

Heheheheheheheheheheh....

You might cop a watch like mine, homie, but this a different BEZel
We both floatin on our yachts homie, but this a different VESssssel
The one ya boy ridin on is a little bit more SPESH-ull
Cos we both be gettin dough, but homie, Hov makes bigger PRETZels

OH.....We ain't count-in the same DEC-i-mals
Listen, my nigga, we ain't even speakin the same DEC-i-bels
Thought I told ya'll niggas that this rap shit was my BITCH, fam
Plus I 'ready told ya'll, I'm not a HITman, I'm a HIT, maaaaaan
Pokerface'd the game n now I'm steady stackin CHIPS, man
Use ta FLIP grams, but then it EXpand-ed, SHIT man, look what I WITH-stand-ed
Damn....Tell me WHO in HIStory did it like THIS man
The Beatles before they DISbanded, maybe MJ, maybe PRINCE man
Even Elvis had to BOW DOWN, when his CROWN BOUNCED, look what they FOUND OUT
That boy Young ain't the one you COUNT OUT, let's see THAT from a lil nigga DOWN SOUTH
Niggas talkin breezy n run outta breath n get weezy
Thinkin those messages is for themmm jus because they been gettin cc'ed

You wanna BATTLE dog? Fuck that, lets compare catalogs...
Compare bank accounts, compare travel logs, compare passports, n THEN have a talk
Niggas think they got bite, jus cos they have a bark
Cos the niggas who ain't got cars will tell you they rather walk...Haa!

Yall niggas is avatars....to be honest, I ain't even mad at ch'all
You pour ya cup n mafuckas jus rather grab a straw.....
They like fiends, the way they rock back n forth
Like that's a cure...HUH

Niggas can't act mature.....
N everybody think they TU-pack Shakurs
Niggas brave after two packs a Coors, Two packs? OF COURSE
Triple entendre you bastards off

Soon as our mafuckin paths have crossed
Who you tryna renegade? You just a Asher Roth
Never pushed out the game due to lack a force
Plus my nigga Wayne jus adds support....HUH

Lil Wayne:
Helluh errybuddy it's that nigguhYoung Tunechi
Lookit all these nigguhs tryna eat off of muh fruit tree
I read a pussay ass muhfucka like a book
Bwoy I POP a pussay nigguh...kick his ass like uh foot...hyeeaah

Nigguh so paid you should call meh Mr Paid
Old nigguhs so sour we should call um lemonade
Bitch I got yachts like a muthfuckin dock
Tunechi spit so haaawrd they should jus call mehhh Raaawck

I pop a pussy nigguh, POP UM POP UM like balloons
Damn I sweep a muhfucka off his feet, brooms
Bout to blow shit up once again nigguh, boom
You nigguhs is dead to meh like dead people, tombs

Bitch I go so hard they should call a nigguh Hardy
N yall muthafuckas want some beef wit Tune, Arbys
So many bitches in the ruoohm bwoy, bacardi
Tunechi is tha tunafish...yall nigguhs is sawrdeens...hyeeack

Bwoy Im goin in, you should call meh dildo
Get yuh ass kicked, you should call yuhself field goal
Weezy rock so much ice, you should call meh real cold
Got so many rings they should call me Bilbo....hyeahhh

...Get yuh ass laid down like floor tile
Drizzy got dem sweaters, you should call him young orrhgyle
Nigguh so hot yuh should call me Atlantuhh
N bitch, real B's move in silence like buhnanas
Nigguh um paid, yuh should call meh Darth Paider
Showed muh nigguh Drizzy how to handle light sabers
Muhfucka um jus livin life fast forwardin
Goin so fast, yuh should call me Flash Gawrdin

Weezy F Baby from the city of New Awrlins
Nigguhs get scared when they hear muh pants roarrrin
Shoutout my nigguhs Gudda, Mack Maine n Aurrrbry
Young Money bwoy, fuck errybody....orgy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Believe That[Hook - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)]
Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy)
Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy)
Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy)
It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)
Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy)
Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that got that work to move

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
It's Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South
Get up your dope, I'm putting birdies out
Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say
Fuck you bitch you still ain't got a dirty mouth
The hood still ain't got over the drout
So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house
Nigga we timin', the cost of my watch over ya house
I'm a boss man, I watch over the South
Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini)
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey
You know we only, keepin it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber
All I need is my banger, nigga it's Weezy
This shit is over somebody cue me
[Hook - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)]
Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy)
Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy)
Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy)
It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)
Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy)
Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that got that work to move

(Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne)
You don't wanna play wit me, I touch you man
Lose ya man in a tussle, but y'all don't see me
Y'all can't hear me, this a def jam, call me Russell, man
I played on Martin, call me hustle, man
And now y'all know I'm the yee-yo muscle, man
But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder
That rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on water
How do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or
High with water, how do you want it man
Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a lot of hoopties dun
I den drove a lot of QP's from, here and there on the road
For the nigga gotta move his son, and I show you how to do this son
That's, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH, and ya stunned
[Hook - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)]
Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy)
Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy)
Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy)
It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)
Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy)
Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that got that work to moveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Uoeno - Remix[Verse 1]
Uh
I'm flying private through Cloud 9
Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Einstein
Yeah, I'm yawin' I'm so tired of ballin'
Yeah, Only selling work to them workaholics
Got guns bigger than you nigga, I don't fuck with new
Niggas
I blue's your bitch ass hopes somebody give you rhythm
I got animal all in my flow
Take your shoes off at the door
Niggas feed these bitch's lies
Nigga don't food poison my ho
I buy my drugs for the low
Like a coupon on at the store
My nigga's like Kanye with that good
My nigga's like Lou Rawls with that blow
Niggas sayin they racked up
Don't let that Q-ball leave you broke
I know you want a pat on the back
But then those fools goin' see you choke
I saw yo' bitch and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go
Boy I get up in that pussy and hit her with moves
You don't even know
Niggas be trippin' over these hoes
I done came too far to get close
I've been outchea gettin' bread
And I don't need you all in my loaf
If you stick your neck out there
I'll have my goons all at your throat
Niggas be lukewarm at the most
And when I'm through ballin' I coach
Shout out to my nigga Mac
Gettin' his boo on in that Ghost
I'm still coming off the top of the dome but it be on a
Tombstone if I wrote it
Tunechi
[Verse 2]
My kids already rich and they don't even know
These nigga's sayin' they playas, they ain't even scored
My bitch rolling my weed, she don't even smoke
Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, nigga
Uh
My cologne illegal in nine countries
I found a way like it was hiding from me
Yeah, my weed good, my sex better
Bitch, don't text me no love letters
I'm ahead of the game, I need a blowjob
Most of these hoes ain't got no job
And these niggas goin' buy em' everything
You goin' fuck around, and get the ho robbed
I'm ahead of the game, I need a haircut
Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug
And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums
I woke up this morning, dick rock hard
Dick harder than a armadilla'
MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my
Niggas
Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is full of hard decisions
If she ain't fuckin', she get the boot
Let me write this bitch a parking ticket
Ain't got time for love life
All I know is get paid
I'm high like Bonjour
Twisted like french braids
I got my own shoes, SLIME
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift
Man these nigga's been dead
[Verse 3]
Uh
I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn't even know
I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her
Yeah
Don't fuck with these fuck nigga's, you already know us
I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise
Yeah
Pass that weed to the next nigga
Blunt longer than a tongue twista
Hoes want this scud missile
Imma ball, like Crystal
Lil Tunchi league, young sex pistol
New money, no wrinkles
I'm hard headed, Ocho
Dedication Cinco
Uh

[Outro]
What up 5?
Rocko fuck with me!
Yeah!
Future fuck with me!
Yeah!
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift
Man these nigga's been dead
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Get Out[Lil Wayne Talking]
Yeah, please Don't Be Alarmed
By The Far Footsteps You Hear
Coming Up From The Rear
It's Only A One Man Army
Carter, Me, That's Who
Eh, John Just Let Me Rock Man
Let's Go

[Lil Wayne]
Hot damn ya'll snakes left me in the desert to swell
Don't forget you niggas met me in the desert I yell
No one can hear me so come get me out the desert, so
I just stay hot, and blaze what I got
Turn up the temperture burn up the tension
These wheels is perpendicular 24 inches
Got dammit man when my rubberband tires stop
I bounce back like rubberband and slingshot to the top, Fucker
You might see me in a tire shop
I am letting ya'll know that I'ma ride it out
I'm living in cash money never Dying out
You can't pull me to the side you can't buy me out
So make good with the mobb niggas squad it out
I'ma G, I'ma die with the llama out
So make good with the boy niggas squad it out
I'ma G nigga how I get out remember that bitch
[Lauren Hill]
I Get Out
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah
[Lauren Hill]
I Get Out Before Your Boxes
I Get Out
[Lil Wayne]
Sweetheart I get out I promise you
[Lauren Hill]
You can't hold me in these chambers
I get out
[Lil Wayne]
They can't hold me rabbit you made me
[Lauren Hill]
I get out before your boxes
I get out
You can't hold me in these chamber
[Lil Wayne]
Nene I got us Zietha I got us
Me that's who

[Lil Wayne]
I learned so much and grown so little
In my physical not including my dick and my genitals
And I pop at you to confirm my criminal
One chief tribe I'm head Seminole
Carter's straight
I then ran through the Florida State
I got money, drugs, hoes in every part of the state
My Miami hideaway ocean view will catch you
I bring sand to the beach and still build a castle, nigga
You turn hoes off I take those on
A magnum latex goes on the pace goes on
I take a bitch to a island you take a ho to the mall
I holler once and shake a ho to the alphasician
I gotta gun I keep with me under all conditions
Cause I'ma entertainer slash small physician
Kordell Stewart in ball conditions
I come to ya'll town and brawl under ya'll conditions
I get out
[Lauren Hill]
I Get Out
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch
[Lauren Hill]
I get out before your boxes
I get out
[Lil Wayne]
I'm and all around player man
[Lauren Hill]
You can't hold me in these chambers
I get out
[Lil Wayne]
They can't hold me baby mami
[Lauren Hill]
I get out before your boxes
I get out
[Lil Wayne]
No

[Lil Wayne]
1,2,3,4,5 in the hand of that man with the all black tee
Icey white sneaks ice is bright over the same black tee
I sit down at night over cheese cake and black tea
And don't think I just think it
Hit a track and I stink it
You ain't met a nigga like me in while my type extinct, bitch
That's like Noah with no arc
They calling my thoughts the Maxwell house so dark
Step up on the mound with no bark
Pedro Martinez with my mean ass
No matter how old a nigga
I Peter Rolle a nigga
I Fish Pole a nigga
I beat a hole in a nigga
Either holding a pistol or I'm holding a gun
You rolling with me?
Niggas is fraud I got the exposure with me
Yeah niggas is broads ho in they features
And a war paint script in my face to let em' know I'ma creature
I get out
[Lauren Hill]
I get out
[Lil Wayne]
Pay attention bitch
[Lauren Hill]
I get out before your boxes
I get out
[Lil Wayne]
I promise
[Lauren Hill]
You can't hold me in these chambers
I get out
[Lil Wayne]
Nigga Me that's who
[Lauren Hill]
I get out before your boxes
I get out
[Lil Wayne]
Who else is there to blame
[Lauren Hill]
You can't hold me in these chambers

[Lil Wayne Talking]
Niggas made it cause I'm real
(That's What's up)
Remember that
(Shit Test Me)
It ain't a gang
Without a gangster in front of that
(Fucker)
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Rude BoyDo Not Bring Scared Buisness To Me
Murda Fer Fun, Heard Me
Mama Used To Tell Me As A Boy To Do Right, But
Da Boys saw papa Comin With The Money Every Night
Me No Wanna hear I'm a Hustla I'm a
Figh-Ta
Go on Through an Ear And Come Out The Other
Side, Man
I Throw Em Off The Pier I'm a Myswah
Fly-Ca
Work In Me Haulster, Work In Me
Ride, Get
Money All Year Yea 3-6-5 Get
Money All Year Yea 3-6-5 Now
New Orleans Boy I Come For Money Better
Keep It-A
Puttin Em Up For Dimes And Comin Soon Into
Yah Area
When We In Da Buldin Know Da Roof We Have To
Raise It-Ah
1 Blunt Blaze It Ah, 2 Blunt Blazin Ah
Run, I'm a Catch Yah Dem Retarded In Me
Area
Blood Come From Dem Like Da Lady On Da
Period
Welcome To Da Zoo Things About To Get
Crazier
1 Shot Blazin Ah, 2 Shot Blah Blah
Bloody
(Blood It Thicka Den Da Wata)
Money
(Don't Let Dem, Take)
From Me
And Now You See, The Rude Boy Meet The O.G
Eeey
Mama Used To Tell Me As A Boy To Do Right
But
Da Boys see papa Comin With The Money Every Night
Me No Wanna Ere I'm a Hustla I'm a
Figh-Ta
Go on Through An Ear And Come Out The Other
Side, Mon
I Throw Em Off The Pier I'm a Myswah
Fly-Ca
Work In Me Haulster, Work In Me
Ride, Get
Money All Year Dem 3-6-5 Get
Money All Year Yea 3-6-5 Now
New Orleans Boy Come For Da Lute I'm Bout To
Keep It-A
Puttin Em Up For Dimes For Dem Killah To
Yah Area
When We In Da Buldin Know Da Roof We Have To
Raise It-Ah
1 Blunt Blaze It Ah, 2 Blunt Blazin Ah
Run, I'm a Catch Yah Dem Retarded In Me
Area
Blood Come From Dem Like Dem Lady On Da
Period
Welcome To Da Zoo Things About To Get
Crazier
1 Shot Blazin Ah, 2 Shot Blah Blah!
Trust Me
Dem Don't Want To F*ck With Me, No
Me Walk Round With Da Steel Homie, On Me
But I Will Leave Da Murda Scene, So Fresh So Clean
Me No Need Da Police on me, No!
Me Put Me Gun Up In Me Jeans, Light Upon Me Trees
And da rude boy keep dying
If You Lookin For Me, You Tellin Em I'll Be
Where Nobody Knows!, (Oh!)
I'm Tryin To Take Me A Bad Gyal With Me
(Oh!)
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Open Safe (Demo)[Intro]
Turn the music up
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Verse 1]
Tattoos on my face, nigga
Grill shinin' in your face, nigga
Blowin' smoke in your face, nigga
Hoes smilin' in my face, nigga
Your ho smilin' in my face, nigga
She out of line, she out of place, nigga
Everybody know my face, nigga
All eyes on me, get the mace, nigga
Uh, bad bitch with the face glitter
Snoop Dogg, murder was the case, nigga
Yeah, my homie got a open case, nigga
We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga

[Chorus 1]
Uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga
We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga
Yeah, if it's beef, we over-ate, nigga
Bap, bap, bap, bap, we don't debate, nigga
Yeah, there go the bass, nigga
You niggas starve, we let food go to waste, nigga
Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga
I do the same shit I learned on sex-tapes with her
New money, call it cake, fresh-baked, nigga
Hungry, bullets eatin' off your chest-plate, nigga
I hope this bitch don't think that I'ma have faith in her
Bitch screamed when the dick was halfway in her, huh
[Verse 2]
When the dick was halfway in her
Ain't seen in her in a while, her ass way bigger
In the coupe, hitting corners like a maze, nigga
Banging Franklin, Beverly and mace, nigga
Damn, you ain't dead yet? I'm amazed, nigga
Guess what? I'm coming back with that gauge, nigga
Leather face, but I’m feeling like suede nigga
You dizzy, from turning over in your grave, nigga
I'm 5'5" stuntin' like I'm 5'8", nigga
I can shoot this bitch and still drive straight, nigga
My place don't need no fucking high gates, nigga
You in this bitch, looking like live bait, nigga

[Chorus 2]
Looking like an open safe, nigga
We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga
I see your wife done chose a fake nigga
Bap, bap, bap, bap, we don't debate, nigga
Yeah, there go the bass, nigga
You niggas starve, we let food go to waste, nigga
Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga
Kidnap the cute baby, kill the babysitter
New money, call it cake, fresh-baked, nigga
Hungry, bullets eatin' off your chest-plate, nigga
I hope this bitch don't think that I'ma have faith in her
'Cause pay cuts bleed through the Band-Aid, nigga
[Verse 3]
I stick your hand in the fan blades, nigga
That's when you told me where your man stayed, nigga
I ran up in that bitch on a rampage, nigga
In the morning, brains in the pancakes, nigga
I'm a made nigga, you a man-made nigga
Walk it like you talk it, sashay, nigga
I take my goons out to see some landscape, nigga
We smoking parmesan, smoking handshake, nigga
My bitch classy and she keep her classmates with her
Your bitch ashy and she keep a ashtray with her
Had to do it one time for my skate niggas
Fuck them niggas that be hating 'cause I stayed, nigga

[Chorus 3]
Looking like an open safe, nigga
Know the feds tryna lock this open safe, nigga
Fuck it, I feel like a frozen lake nigga
Bap, bap, bap, bap, we don't debate with her
Uh, no bass, nigga
Only smoking gas, no brakes, nigga
Yeah, me and money so amazed, nigga
She get my name tatted, letters bold face

[Verse 4]
When we shoot, we don't race
We gon' need our own space
Need a piece of that pie, we gon' need it homemade
I be coming home late, bad bitch long face
She do every single thing but rub me the wrong way
'96 Dom P, I have that with Corn Flakes
And I never been a intrigued by the patterns on snakes
Need to dump a dead body, man I think I know a place
She gon' suck the prototype and swallow all the protoges, nigga
[Chorus 4]
Lookin' like a open safe, nigga
We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga
Yeah, my homie got a open case, nigga
Celebrating like he got a cold case, nigga
Yeah, haha, there go the bass, nigga
Come to the hood, show you how to motor chase, nigga
Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga
I just bought a plastic Glock, less weight, nigga
New money, call it cake, fresh-baked, nigga
Make a movie in this bitch, press play, nigga
I hope this bitch don't think that I'ma have faith in her
Time out let the hourglass break, nigga

[Verse 5]
Wait nigga, had to take a smoke break, nigga
Yeah, smoke break, nigga
Okay nigga, I just left José nigga, I just left José, nigga
Federales on my ass, fucking had a boat chase, nigga
They didn't see no face, nigga
Your bitch spent the whole day with us
And niggas know we don't play, nigga
Nigga, don't play that shit like cocaine, nigga, we on
Homies pump that bass, nigga
Lookin' like a open safe, nigga
But there ain't no code to break niggas
I capitalize off my own mistakes
You lowercase, nigga
Your bitch cut her legs when they was on my shoulder blades, nigga
Don't hate (Don't hate) call an ace, an ace, nigga
Got Mack with me up in this bitch, brought Nina just in case, nigga
Baby Scarface, nigga, fuck the human race, nigga
Bap, bap, bap, bap, we don't debate with em

[Outro]
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Shoot Up The Casket*Lyrics from Snippet

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Bitch, I got the Devil in me
High speed, yeah, I got Berettas with me
Oh, and a nigga ain't safe in the ground, we gon' dig 'em up
Graveyard, bitch, I got a shovel with me (I keep a shovel with me)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You ain't gotta do no askin'
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, I'm tryna, tryna)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Thu-thu-thu)

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Bricks on the beat, uh
Put a nigga six underneath
Put...

...

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Bitch, I got the Devil in me
High speed, yeah, I got Berettas with me
Oh, and a nigga ain't safe in the ground, we gon' dig 'em up
Graveyard, bitch, I got a shovel with me (I keep a shovel with me)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
You ain't gotta do no askin'
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, I'm tryna, tryna)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Thu-thu-thu)

[Verse: Young Thug]
Hit 'em in the stomach, give him hiccups (Huh)
If I had a Bazooka, I'd blow this whole shit up (Yeah)
I'm tryna take the gold off his casket
Wipe his nose (Slatt, wipe his nose)
Ain't no tellin' what I wanna do
Man, only God knows (Woo, hey)
Shoot to the max when I pull up on you (On you)
Mad Max, I'm on one-thirty-two (One-thirty-two)
Cinemax, watch me move when I move (When I move)
I think God picked your card, man
I think he want you (Gotta go home)
Anybody with 'em get whacked (Yeah)
Every time you see me, got a Gat' (Got the Gat')
And my bitch, she a brat (She a brat)
All these hoes did that (She did)
Why the fuck these niggas did that?
Tampax Pearl, nigga, bleedin' through the jacket (Blatt, blatt)
Run up on 'em, take his racks (Blatt, blatt)
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Bitch, I got the Devil in me
High speed, yeah, I got Berettas with me
Oh, and a nigga ain't safe in the ground, we gon' dig 'em up
Graveyard, bitch, I got a shovel with me (I keep a shovel with me)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You ain't gotta do no askin'
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, I'm tryna, tryna)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu)
I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Thu-thu-thu)

[Outro: Young Thug]
(Ayy)
Pull up on your block, old school Chevy four doors (Ayy)
I hit for a brick when I spin it on Melrose (Ayy)
I was tryna kill ya, no brainer, scarecrow (Ayy)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Long Time Coming[Lil Wayne:]
Back door back room young nigga still switchin'
Young nigga still pitchin' naked bitches in da kitchen
Wishin' dat I would kiss em but I just missed em
Get my money den I dismiss em
Lil' Marley said still trippin'
He gata bigger pistol now
He say he ain't missin
U can't miss him
He's da skinny dude with da dreads
High yellow red
Who always my blood
So we forever bled
U ain't gata go upstairs
U kno watz up der
Bitchez and cook ware
Hell yea f**k yea
U kno u smell dat cocaine tuff air
It'z been a long time comin
But I come up fair
I ain't complainin I'm hydroplainin
Like compo smash da plaintiff
Now I'm ova da sink
Tryin 2 think and find da kinkz
To strengthen the tieng linkz
There is no brakes
No alarms
Guns weed triggers and bitches
The thicker da bitches
Da bigger da brick is
Yea
Niggas on some real shit but(change gon come)
And wen it do u betta get with it
The carter 2 triple exquisite
So bring ya friends
On your next visit
Let's get it
The livin room
Still gata bunch of youngins in it
Jus waitin on a blunt to hit it
And trill comin with it
And blake probably in the basement on his catastenics

And tez probably in the office
Bein a math matician
Dats catacorner 2 my bedroom
Lady in it
Who only want weezy baby in it
Yea maybe when I finish gettin dis butta I'll touch ya
But I can't love ya I ain't usher I'm all southern
All brotha
U cud call the authorities
Gat u wonderin how money
Got the law ignorin me
Yea
Like I ain't bringin in 4 a week
And I need more streets
The house need sheet rock
U cud hear it all da way down the block
Cause wen u sleep not
We at work pops
No stop watch
Ain't no clockz up
Wen we leave all u gata do
Is put da potz up
We eatin cheese and bread we stocked up
So u cud put your eggs and tots up
Itz not us
Wen I wake up I pop up
Anotha day anotha dolla
Bitch holla
Dis time I've excersized my power
So now I'm singin in da shower
A lil deodarant
Lil howard jhonson
Forty bagz of powder
Get da keyz off the counter
I walk out da door
And smell a flour
Now I'm about to go
Get into dis album
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Bodies[Intro]
Yeah
I've been
I've been

[Bridge 1]
I've been trappin' on the low low
Just me and my woe no
Bet the feds probably got a hunch like Quasimodo
Captain on my logo, that's me and my bro bros
Promethazine a no dose, a recipe for oh oh

[Verse 1]
Trapping out the 4-door, traffic moving so slow
I just come from cholo, cholo got that coco
My Iphone bout' to blow though
They looking for that coco
They know I got that coco
I'm never a no-show
I'm never with po-po
And it's always on the low-low
And it's always for the low-low
I look out for the poor folks
I'm sipped out I'm a slow [?]
I'm swagged out for the gold rope
I pull the cash out scream "yolo"
Till I get a sore throat nigga whoa whoa
I tell my hoe no before my woe woe
Fuck her till she scream "No more go slow"
I like when bitches scream "Go go go though"
And ride me lika a [?] Volvo
I got keys in this [?] Volvo
And I'm keeping a low pro fo' sure
I done made it to the money and it feel like Christmas
I tell a hoe "Ho ho ho"
[Bridge 2]
Been trapping on the low low
Just me and my woe no
But I bet the feds probably got a hunch like Quasimodo
Trapping in my Polo
Trapping in my Polo
Trapping in my Polo
Trapping in my Polo
Captain on my logo
That's me and my bro bros
Promethazine a no dose, recipe for oh oh
Promethazine I go pro, yeah I go pro
Promethazine I go pro, yeah

[Verse 2]
See round here you gotta mumble
Cause these hoes is like dumbo
Boy these hoes is cut throat
Stop talkin' when you cuddle
Hoe this ain't no love boat
Smoking like a tug boat
I get in the [?] and I go for the gun store
I go for the gun store
I don't fuck with young hoes
My bitch swallow cum though and even blow a bubble
I just be like encore
This shit is a blood sport
We shoot you in your muscles
And leave you like a puzzle
AK-47 and the nina has a couple
Numbers don't lie I shoot you a hundred times
Long hair don't care
Bitch it's Weezy not Rapunzel
I'm on these trees bitch swinging in the jungle
And I was born there like Tarzan
I was dealt the hard hand
But now they call me Starzan
And I just pop the bar exam
Penitentiary flow my bars hard
Too hard for a cell mate
So all these other fucking rappers to me ain't nothing but a jail bait
Too much coke make the skill shake
Too much coke make the skill shake
It's Lil Tune aka Jim
That's what they call you when you sell weight
The feds watching with a stale face
The hoes watching with the Yeah face
We fuck all night make up on the pillow
Wake up in the morning see a real face
Ben Franklin with the blue face
Lil Wayne tattoo face
Bad bitch with a cute face
I fuck her and her room mate
The work just came today
I break the birds down to [?]
Then she let me hotter than a [?] I love you baby
[Bridge 3]
And trapping on the low low
Just me and my woe no
I don't do no porno
I just give you the total
All my niggas no joke
The plug call us loco
Snapping like a photo
Trapping in my Polo
Trapping in my Polo
Trapping in my Polo
Promethazine a no dose, recipe for oh oh
Promethazine I go pro, I go pro
Promethazine I go pro, yeah I go pro, yeah

[Outro]
Mula baby
Yeah
I love you, Nae Nae
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BET FreestyleThe Carter is the place
And i'm running this thing like im walking in the race like they walking in place
Then I walk in that place like give me my cake
And yeah I'm a martian so give me my space
Me timmet, me timmet never date oops i mean never dat only uhhh after that have her back
I send you back to the womb you climbed out of
I milks this thing, now boy get your cows up
Shorty give me brain like she smart as brittany houser
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Dedication 4??????????[Spoken]
Shout Out to everybody man
But uh let uh let me just prepare them let me just let em know uhh just so u know that the future weezy I'm a be on this rock shit
U understand me
This real rock shit
It's gettin real crazy
But uh I'm a keep rappin for ya'll and shit to
Cause I know ya'll like that shit
I know ya'll like that shit
I know ya'll like that shit
And uh just in case if ya'll want to know
What I was actually saying at the end of that performance on BET hip hop awards cause I know they probabyly cut a lot of that out
I had said uh
Give me a beat Gudda, come on oh yea come on we about to take it back to New Orleans, let's go
Oh oh oh
Bitch didn't ya momma tell ya not to f**k with them aliens
I'm just tryin to mate like a f**king australian
Dreams of f**king Mrs. Sarah Palin
And don't Mccain look like his heart about to fail em
But scratch that shit, young money we the greatest
Add another check to my checkin and savins
And afour fs to the weezy f baby
Nah I'm weezy f**kin f**kin f**kin f**kin f**kin baby
Dedication 3 we out this hoe
Actually we in yo hoe
Wayne Talkin...
I Feel Me (The Drought is over Part 6 coming 11/19/08)
(DJ Drama) Hahaha u thought it was over, let me give u some D4
Bitch I Feel Me!
Yea!
AHHHHHH!
I got the game mad, and I ain't talking about homie in LA neither
I say I got so much money man I don't know what to do with it
I was thinkin bout gettin some and lettin u spend it
Hey I do it way bigger than u did it
I'm sitting on them jordans, it must be the shoes in me
I get real ignorant
Cruel really cruel
When it rains just tell em to get in the pool silly
Who really pourin with us?
Home boy you trippin u gunna fall and bust your ass
I can rap fast but I like slow better... why?
Cause bitch I'm a flow better fl-y fl-y fly
With no feathers
And if you want know bad u gunna know better yea
I'm talkin young money army weezy aka I got enough money on me
Yea and ya'll niggas phony
I got some bullets with ya'll pictures on them
Haha ya'll really don't want me
And I blast off on beat
She make u leave and u just do you and she just do me
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President Carter Speaks[Spoken Intro: Lil Wayne]
Look here, listen man, listen man
Good morning, New York
My name is Weezy F Baby, I am the president, and um...
Is this thing on? Testing...
Um.. today I come to talk to you about, a very serious situation...
It's this bitch I know, and uh, and she, uh, ya know
She's not your ordinary bitch, ya know?
You could smell the swagger off of the bitch, breh, you know what I mean?
You know, I personally don't think, you know, um...
Any you other bitches could fuck with her, you know what I mean?
And no, don't take that shit to heart, uh, take it to your pussy
You know what I mean? Cause she gon' take it to your necks
And uh, who I'm talkin' bout?
I'm talkin' bout Nicki Minaj, nigga, yeah, the Mistress
Yo, they be like, "Why she call herself the Mistress?"
I be like, "I don't know"
And they be like, "I don't know, why she call herself Nicki Lewinsky?"
And I be like, "I don't know,"
And they be like, "Why you call yourself the President?"
And, ehh.. fuck y'all
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Much More[Verse 1]
There is no peace
I ride 'till is not wheels
Till there is no streets
Like where is my piece
They dying in them cells or already dead
Or tryna kill themselves
I rep my niggas, I love my city
I feel myself and she feel my wealth
So it will not help, I gotta get me
And money like pussy and I gotta get deep
So I gotta get street cause it's riding on me
My niggas can't drive, I got riders with me
And nah I ain't in to that back and forth chit chat
As a matter fact I'mma end that...
Prone to destruction, home is corrupting
Stones in my dungies won't do the justice
Them hundred dollar homes is in abundance
Hustle on a mountain, hustle in a tundra
Get that money or don't function
Punctuation exclamation exclamation period
That's the way I have to make it
S to K, you better take it, idiots period
Bull shit, I pity it
Them guns shot so loud you would think I MIDI'd it
I shot more than once, I'm ab-libing it
Oh well you been in hell so what, I live in it
I'm giving it all, I got for them incentives
Riding for them benefits and now it's back to 10 a brick
I like 'em thin and thick
Really I like 'em thick, high yellow and shit
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Grindin’ (Remix)*LYRICS FROM SNIPPET

[Verse: Young Thug]
Like, get out my face and my place and my space 'fore I aim at your face and make copies, no paste
I pop a E, no bay, then I took off with no trace

[Hook: Lil Wayne & Young Thug]
Tunechi, tell these pussy niggas that you caught me grindin'
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Private DancerThat's Why I Love U B
Now Take That Shit Off
You Tryin To Knock Me But I Will Not Answer
Your Girl Just Wanna Be My Private Dancer
And She Wanna Be My Private Chauffer
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 Bye (Do Me) Girl Stop
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 Girl Where
She Reply Anywhere I Tell Her
Girl Stop Girl Stop
I'm In Strokers Me And Lil Budda
Ain't Got No Ones So We Throw Up The Two
I Got Money On My Mind
Women On My Phone
F*ckin With The Prince
U Wanna F*ck Me In The Throne
She Say She Get Hot When She See Me In The Coupe
Well I'm Hot Too Baby Girl 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 & B Divas
I Got Dick For The Whole Crew
Ok I'm 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*ck With Her
U Crazy They Call Me Weezy Baby
She Don't Forget The Baby And U Don't Get The Baby
U Crazy
Yeah
So Don't Play With It Get Straight 2 It
Cause We Don't 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
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I Got My Glove On And You The Punch Bag
Mike Tyson Tats All Over My Face, Might Bite Ya
And I Don't Even Care If You Tell, Baby I Like To
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Jump Jiggy[Intro]
We gone make 'em:

[Chorus]
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive

[Verse 1]
I tell 'em no lie
I blow by in the Benz wit the O eyes
I low-ride, cuz these 20 inch rims just make it so hot
You know I, been had Twinkie, look at the pinky
And the link be all the way down to the nuts, diamonds twinklin'
They think you need to stop they say it's not called for
It's such a small car, but cost more than a ballpark
See my life is high priced, a lot a room a lot a bling
My ice is like Andrew Dice "Ba-Da-Boom, Ba-Da-Bing"
You'll probably see me flying in a Lamborghini
Wit your girl right beside me in a tan bikini
Cut the music down and tell her, "hey ya man's a weenie"
Plus I'm hot and got more iceberg than damn Bananeeie
And I'm just a teenager and I make this dough
Pull out my bankcard and Bill Gates feel broke
And I keep it on a hush but I'm richer than normal
And a frost bit wrist, have me sniffin and coughin (*cough*)
[Chorus]
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive

[Verse 2]
You know me, pistol on my side fully loaded
I drive slowly, wit televisions watching Kobe
Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me
And suck a nigga drive, then its, "slut get out my ride"
Have you heard about, shorty be Iceberged out
Got them birds real affordable, so get the word out
And you still can see the grill wit the lights burn out
Nothin' lil' about the wheels on my bright orange drop
I'm thuggin and pimped out, flossin and glissed out
Sit my arm in warm water, I'm thawin my wrist out
Got quarters in this house, ki's in that van
Got ounces in her ride, and G's in that bag
Shhh, You hear that, here come Weezy on his way in a platinum leer jet
We gamblin' nigga bet, bet nigga disrespect and he get dampled and wet
Whole goddamn family get trampled wit that
I make 'em:
[Chorus]
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive

[Verse 3]
Alright I bounce for the 17 and jump for the Grover
Just put TV's and bump in the Rover
Slump the bitch over, cum on her shoulder
Bet I make the slut eat it up like yogurt
Wrists is ferocious, dick is just bogus
Fuck a ho watch she come back like a chorus
Like one named Deloris met her in a taurus
She like to snort coke, you should see the size her nose is
We really the ones controllin', no choices
And we got Guns and Roses, Rolls Royces
Beefin' ain't fake, not to mention
All our rides are dubbed like blank tapes
I really think my jewelry and lights have somethin' in common
Cuz everytime you put them bitches on they start shinin'
The shit is mind blowin'
As a matter of fact I got a bitch that's mind blowin'
She give my head a blow job, I guess she's mind blowin'
[Chorus]
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pom Pom[Hook: Junior Reid]
You only got a few days more
To get the guns you want at the gun store
On the first day of christmas guess what santa bring for me
A Glock a magnum & a rusty M3
Rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Welcome to hell I let em burn
Momma told me don't play with them choppas I never learn
I hold the tube tight & firm I don't squirm
Killas hold court in the street court is adjourned
These niggas sleepin hope they keep it in they napsack
Watch me while I'm creepin leave em leakin like a flap jack
Hustle all day like we eatin on the last stack
We play with ak's boy you need to bring that mac back
Hand gun, me no want no hand gun
Tote a shotty with a bass drum
Say somethin I'm from where them niggas can't come
We die rich & young
We die handsome and
Me I never ran from another man son
I take alot a shots bitch nigga and one
So throw away them Glocks
I hope they prayin for ya
You hear that chop now you sayin somethin, Nigga that's the
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Murda she wrote nigga we loke
You can get smoked like brand new dope
Brand new scopes on old ass guns from brand new beef
If he play you cold you give him heat
Play that roll get in them streets
You pay that toll life ain't cheap
The streets is watchin
The streets can see what you can't see
You ain't safe, you ain't free
You jus a target with teeth
Ya'll niggas don't hear me
Shoot him in the eye make the nigga see clearly
Now he only got one eye like the pyramid
Bitch I'm in the game like the beer man, hear me
They on my grass shoot 'em down like a deer man
Down down baby goin down like airtran
Yeah & you don't wanna take it there man
Because I'm already there man
I'm sayin

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Survival of the fittest
It is well known there's no water like my city's
Some of us are killers some of them are jus swimmers
Niggas got choppas niggas got trimmers
Niggas got problems niggas got business
Niggas got children niggas got bitches
Bitches got bitches
I know bitches realer then you
Nigga I done seen keys bigger then you
Yeah nigga you ain't on shit
Cut off a nigga head make him suck his own dick
No he don't want that & he don't want this
I shoot a hundred times I be blind if I miss
You know I gotta put the dollar sign before the bitch
Every movie gotta end but I'm just stickin to the script
Addicted to the chips commited to my clique
Cash money mother fucker get the pistol to your lips
[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Westwood Radio 1 Freestyle[Verse 1]

Welcome to the Carter, little shop of horror
Bloody like a period , after D-R
Doctor, im a dog, im a dog, im a dog yeah
Not Goergetown but im a Uptown Hoya
Like Maloy no lawyers
I got that work come be my employer
Freestyling for you , no for me, for me no no only for money
More, of the money i get i got that, yeah
Like a pot and a pan i rock that ,yeah
I sit back tell my bus driver where to go
Cause I don't wanna finish
They diminish I replenish
Scientific, I'm out this world ho
I wear bright red like a girl toe
No homo, fingernails dirty
I've been counting dirty money since 12:30
A-M, weigh them, if they short take them
Right back and spray him amen, yea
I just do my Wayne
And every time I do it I do my thing, yeaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Creepin’ Through Your Hood(Intro, Paul Wall & [Juelz Santana])
Swisha House baby
[Juelz Santana]
Ya boy Paul Wall
[I mean, I know it's a lot of hater on yo side]
Yo I know they over there hatin on your side too
[Oh yea, but'chu know we don't give a fuck about them niggas, man]
Fuck 'em

(Hook, Paul Wall & [Juelz Santana])
We don't give a fuck about you
We tote big guns, front, we'll pop you
[We be]
[Creepin through ya hood]
[Creepin through ya hood]
[Mask low, mean mug, creepin through ya hood]

(Verse 1, Juelz Santana)
I'm down and I'm dirty with this
I'm down to get dirty, ya bitch
Aww man, aww damn
The pound is just hurtin my hip
Fuck with me
I'll show you how them pounds and them birdies get flipped
Play around clown, you'll get found in the dirtiest ditch (Ey!)
He like, yeah I don't give a fuck about who (bout who?)
I'm like, we don't give a fuck about'chu ('Bout you)
Hat low to the front
Lean back, smokin a blunt (Ey!)
See that button? Hit that, dope in the trunk
Nope, coke in the trunk
Nope, both in the trunk
That gun is on my hip too, I been hopin you stunt (Yup!)
You don't want my niggas creepin through ya hooood (Through ya hoood)
You don't want my niggas creepin through ya woooods (Through ya wooods)
You don't wanna see that pistol in ya face, homeboy
You don't want my niggas leavin wit'cha gooooods (Gooods)
So don't play like that (Don't)
Don't act like that (Don't)
If you ain't like that (You know)
(Hook)

(Verse 2, Paul Wall)
I got them windows tinted, five-percent
Presidential limo tint
I can see you, but'chu can't see me
Two-twenty-three with extended clip
Them fifty shots gon' set it off
So fire drill, bitch drop and roll
Gimme that watch, gimme that chain
Empty them pockets and pay the toll
I hang with killas out on parole
Catch ya cut, run and hide
Evacuate, murder-for-hire
Kinda like Omar from the wire
We'll chop ya up like garlic cloves
And cook ya ass, like Elmer the chef
Take ya last breath, put on ya vest
But I'm aimin at'cha head boy, not'cha chest
Now pack the iron, I'll start'cha dyin
Hit them legs and crease ya up
Then I hit the spot with a bad bitch
That'll slob a knob and piece me up
And when ya wake up, in the morning
To the sounds of them choppers roaring
I wear the heat, just like Alonso
We'll leave ya whole family in mourning
I'm in the hood like wig shops
I'm on the grind, on the block
Posted up like Yao Ming
In a low post, I'm on the box
We'll chop ya up like a Screw tape
And have ya hollerin like the Opera
But with my side-kick goin off
I ain't talkin about no T-Mobile partna
(Hook)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Broke Up[Intro: Yung Berg]
Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches
I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches
Hierarchy

[Chorus: Yung Berg]
Oh, we be gettin' money like it's '88 (like '88)
How many chains can my jeweler make? (You see it)
See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
How many hoes can a nigga take? (Woah)
Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches
I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!)
Broke up with all my bitches
I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh)

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Since you know I'm rich (rich)
You know she wanna date me (date me)
Fucked her in L.A. (A)
That's California-cation ('cation)
Give a fuck what you thought (thought)
So many cars and so many gold (gold)
I fucked up a lot (lot)
Broke up, my fault, remember the code (code)

[Refrain: Jason Derulo]
Yeah! But I'm only gettin' richer, yeah
Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah
It didn't shock me when she kissed her, yeah
I can't be trustin' all these hoes, no
[Chorus: Yung Berg]
Oh, we be gettin' money like it's '88 (like '88)
How many chains can my jeweler make? (You see it)
See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
How many hoes can a nigga take? (Woah)
Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches
I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!)
Broke up with all my bitches
I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I'm Weezy baby, no hard labor
I beat it up, I throw haymakers
And I ain't tryna be a heartbreaker
And that's word to the pacemakers
I'll shake her off like a salt shaker
If she ain't tryna be a team player
We could watch what we had go up in flames
That's cremation
I'm bein' patient when we embracin'
We just kick it 'til my knee in braces
But I close my eyes and start seein' faces
Of all the bitches that she replacin'
And my old hoes will be elated
To have the chance to be reinstated
And these new hoes will be elated
To have the chance to be my latest, and that's real
[Refrain: Jason Derulo & Lil Wayne]
Yeah! But I'm only gettin' richer, yeah (Tunechi)
Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah (Mula, baby!)
It didn't shock me when she kissed her, yeah
I can't be trustin' all these hoes, no (all these, fuck these hoes)

[Chorus: Yung Berg & Lil Wayne]
Oh, we be gettin' money like it's '88 (like '88)
Man, fuck these hoes
How many chains can my jeweler make? (You see it)
Fuck these hoes
See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Fuck these hoes
How many hoes can a nigga take? (Woah)
I just fucked these hoes
Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches
I just fucked these hoes
I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!)
I just fucked these hoes
Broke up with all my bitches
I just fucked these hoes
I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh)

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Uh, uh, send sexy pics to my phone, big daddy wish he was home (that's right)
Bubbles in my jacuzzis (that's right) just like we did out in Rome (that's right)
Took her shoppin' for Loub' (that's right), said the Berkin was better (that's right)
Suitcases full of black dollars (that's right), you know I'm workin' for cheddar (that's right)
Versace shoes and the robes (that's right), and fuck the expensive clothes (that's right)
When she lay on her back (that's right), I try to suck out her soul (that's right)
Make her shakin' and shiver (that's right), all these wonderful trembles (that's right)
Oh no, I can't be your man (oh, no), I'm just that one to remember (that's right)
We had a hell of a time (that's right), you left in time just for church (that's right)
Pray that you please say a prayer (that's right) for all my dawgs who do dirt (amen)
Hit my phone if you need me (that's right), I'm at the drop of a needle (that's right)
Hatin' on your G-Wagon (that's right), tell 'em you just copped the sequel, that's right
Roll with a boss (that's right), Jason Dinero (that's right)
We took a stroll through the mall and she got the set of stilettos
I got 'em
[Refrain: Jason Derulo & Rick Ross]
Yeah! (M-M-M, that's right)
But I'm only gettin' richer, yeah
(M-M)
Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah
(Maybach Music)
It didn't shock me when she kissed her, yeah
I can't be trustin' all these hoes, no (M-M-M)

[Chorus: Yung Berg]
Oh, we be gettin' money like it's '88 (like '88)
How many chains can my jeweler make? (You see it)
See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
How many hoes can a nigga take? (Woah)
Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches
I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!)
Broke up with all my bitches
I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Sike[Intro]
[?]
Mack's in the building, yeah

[Chorus]
It go 1, girl let's start this shit
2, just come and ride my dick
3, girl and you will see
4, how good this dick can be
Now 5, I love to do you right
6, just ride this dick all night
Said ooh girl, I love you so, sike
I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho

[Verse 1]
I'm with a bad bitch, my homie got the ratchet on him
I think I love that purple rain like Prince love Apollonia
It's President Carter bitch, tell 'em I'm back in office
Young Mula, shout out Tez Poe and Macklidocious
Young Mula, shout out to goons and the staff and artists
Young Mula, shout out everyone in the family portrait
Whoo! Drizzy, you're killing 'em, these rappers garbage
Whoa! Nicki so memorable , her ass is gorgeous
And I was being literal, of course and
Shotty on me and it's visible, in darkness
It's awesome and radical all this shit radical, all this shit radical
Picked up a skateboard and now I'm a beast, I'm gnarly, I'm radical yeah
Pardon my attitude, I'm just an animal, I'm just an animal
I ain't know I'm all natural, I'm just a Hannibal, that's understandable whoo!
I'm just so valuable, check my intangibles, didn't read the manual
While me and your bitch sleep butt ass naked on the beach
Out in Malibu
[Chorus]
Ooh girl, I love you so
I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho
I said ooh girl, I love you so, sike!
I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho

Now bitch I got game on you dog ass hoes
You will never catch me slipping 'cause my game is cold
I like to talk about you hoes in my rhyme
Now do that lick bitch and go the whole nine

Let me shove this dick to the back of your throat
'Cause bitch I don't mind busting nuts through your nose
Let me shove this dick to the back of your throat
'Cause bitch I don't mind busting nuts through your nose

[Verse 2]
My nigga T done roll another blunt
When I signed my first million, I puffed it up
I told my bitch buckle up, she asked me what was up
Shut up bitch and just get hard dick and bubblegum
Pussy niggas can't avoid this, we coming for 'em
We troublesome, we sipping poison our double cups
Chug it up, that purple punch hit me like uppercuts
That purple punch I love so much, I be like knuckle up
Thinking twice about nothing, confidence is key
Still ain't fucked J. Lo yet, optimistic me
Listen to my old shit thinking about some more shit
She just got out of rehab and she want is this throat dick
[Chorus]
1, girl let's start this shit
2, just come and ride my dick
3, girl and you will see
4, how good this dick can be
Now 5, I love to do you right
6, just ride this dick all night
Said ooh girl, I love you so, sike!
I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho

[Outro Chorus]
Ooh girl, I love you so
I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho
Said ooh girl, I love you so, sike!
I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho
Let me shove this dick to the back of your throat
'Cause bitch I don't mind busting nuts through your nose
Bitch I don't mind busting nuts through your nose
Bitch I don't mind busting nuts through your nose
Ooh girl, I love you so, sike!
I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho
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That’s What Niggas Do[Intro: 2Pac Sample]
I'mma buy a Benz
Cause that's what niggas do
You understand me?
I'mma smoke weed
Cause that's what niggas do
I'mma pack a gat
Cause that's what niggas do
You understand me?
I'mma get drunk
Cause that's what niggas do
You understand me?
I'm not gon' change
Just cause a motherfucker's got money

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
They wanna lock me up
And throw away the key
I wanna pop 'em up
And throw away the heat
I don't play
And when I do, I play for keeps
I'm from the jungle
Where the lion eat the sheep
Yeah, Bubba just come home
From the penitentiary
When I see him
I'mma put him in a Bentley
Young Carter
What it is, what it isn't
Deep water
My sign say 'Gone fishing'
I'm a wizard
Poof, my top missing
Let the sky in
And tell the bitch kiss it
I sip Big Mo
I drank Pimp C
Never put the cup down
(Never put the cup down)
Bitch I'm from Uptown
I said Uptown
Well life's a nasty bitch
Ass bust down
Ask what now
And the answer never differs
Little Weezy
Is that nigga8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Blow My Mind[Hook: Dre]
Thats what they saying when the play me and they hear me on the radio
Thats what they saying to me x3

[Verse 1: Dre]
When the remy's in the system, ain't no telling, will i fuck or will i diss em
Thats what they be yelling
Im a pimp by blood, not relation, ya'll be chasin and i replace em
You dont need me for nothing else my nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
When the remy's in the system
Ain't no telling on the spot where ima kiss em
Thats why they be yelling
Im a damu blood, my relation, affiliation, soo woo nation
And since day one ive looked forward to 3, 4, 5 bitches in my porsche coupe
Yeah i be on that ass like a horses shoe
And if her religion is true we bout to visit the moon
Is you coming?

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Thats what they saying when the play me and they hear me on the radio
Thats what they saying to me
Thats what they saying to me
Thats what they telling me
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
When the remy's in the system
Ain't no question ima fuck em and diss em
Leave em never missing1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Weezy on RetirementWhen I would think about retiring
Uhh...I look at retirement like, I look at retiring like
You retire out when you die out
Straight up, cause you never retire out what you do
You never retire out of what you do
Meaning, if you put so much into--if what you do is your life, like mine
You know what I mean like, my career is my life
So I could never retire out, even when I stop rapping
I'm going to still be in some kind way or form or fashion in it
You know what I mean like
When I die there's going to be rappers at my funeral, hopefully
You know what I mean
But, you know what I mean that's just how it is
Or, y'all gonna remember that that was a rapper
But hopefully, I'll go down known for something different--
Not different, but known for something else also, you know what I mean
But that's what I'm going to do, hopefully
I know what I'm going to do, I'm that nigga manEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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My Name Is Leak JonesUhh slick diggy on my my one and two
So sweet what i did what a hunny do
No pun intendant, no one offended
You jump in and leave your girlfirend unattendant
I holla at her, holaa but dont scream
I ask her why sleep if you dont dream
So lets stay awake besides dreams are fake
She said oo you deep, i ask how deep can you take
My love boat in your lake
Baby can i spit my love note in your gate
Read em weep, sincerely fucking yours Weezy F. B
And my name is Weezy baby, and I'm young mulla baby
Okay now shawty high yellow shawty high crown
Shawty so grove
And so is my crown baby color me bad
Shawty toe red
And so is my flag
Purple in my bag
Black girls like datt
She ain't wana (she ain't wana) let wayne go
She jus wana wana follow the wayne grove
And i gun let her
Cause me and her colours create art
And my name is weeezy babyyy
And iam young mulla baby
I prefer that you would just call me weezy
East side gansta and i be running this shit
Like the flanker, black car banker
Hannker in the back pocket and i where them skinny jeans
So you see my fat wallet
Thats right ima big shot
Call me little cannon ball
Mister get up in your girl im all
Like sum imbecile
Hip hop president
And my girl eloquent
Dont she have more junk in her trunk
Than an elephant
Nigga im an animal
Watch me i examin you
And my truck are old but i swear to you my flannel?
Man i get money manual
Then i just mang you
Bitch ass nigga
Im guna light my lan roof
Young money1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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World on My Shoulders[Intro]
Olympicks
Uh
Yeah
Elz, what's poppin? Yeah
Shit, we got these niggas like white folks 500 years ago, man
Haha
Uh, let's go

[Verse 1]
Long time coming, I can't feel my fuckin' face
Weezy on the track, murder was the fuckin' case
Me? I just be chillin' like a villain off a killing
I could have my goons clean you out like penicillin
I could paint the walls with yo' blood like acrylic
Chopper leave you with a half back, Corey Dillon
Michael Jackson, off the wall, Weezy, no ceilings
And bitch, I'm still ballin' like Bo Diddley
Yeah, let's do this shit, I do this shit
Scary movie on my hip, keep a extra movie clip
Weezy F. Baby, and tonight, the F for foolishness
Two pony tails, damn right, Punky Brewster, bitch
I'm sicker than your granny, take the baby, kill the nanny
Get a blind ho pregnant, she'll never see the baby daddy
I'm a addict, a addict for suck, swallow and slave
You pussy ass niggas got me turning in my grave
[Chorus]
I got the whole fuckin' world on my shoulders
And I got everybody breathing down my back
And I try to get high to get over
Now you can catch a nut or catch a contact
Yeah, I got the whole fuckin' world on my shoulders
And I got everybody breathing down my back
And I try to get high to get over
Now you can catch a nut or catch a contact
Yeah

[Verse 2]
I don't give a shit ho, you can kiss my dick hole
Don't snort no shit, won't be no shit
But you can't tell that to this nose
Got the world on the end of my fish pole
Bad bitches at my dispose
Fuck you talking 'bout, bitch? I ain’t cold, I'm Nat King Cole
I unload, then I reload
Put the gun to your earlobe
I'll rob anybody, shit, I'll rob a Dinero
Shout out to my heroes, Mary Jane and [?]
I'm so swagged out, I put your head in her Louis bag
I'm off the wall, I'm off the motherfuckin' wall, y'all
I'll put a bitch through hell with gasoline drawers on
It's like my minds a parking lot, but all the cars gone
It said pussies get shot give me a hard on
Pause, some of these niggas is the laws
And some of these blood suckers need straws
Yeah, it's Weezy Baby, mothafucka
I'll D.O.A them motherfuckas, yeah
[Chorus]
I got the whole fuckin' world on my shoulders
And I got everybody breathing down my back
And I try to get high to get over
Now you can catch a nut or catch a contact
Yeah, I got the whole fuckin' world on my shoulders
And I got everybody breathing down my back
And I try to get high to get over
Bitch, you can catch a nut or catch a contact
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Understatement[Intro Chorus]
Dear I fear, we're facing a problem
You love me no longer, I know it
Just know I love you, just know I love you baby
And if it don't work out for some reason
"I tried" is an understatement
Just know I love you, you know I love you baby
And if it don't work out for some reason
It's probably your fault 'cause you always tripping and I'm always...
Just know I love you, you know I love you baby
And if it don't work out for some reason
"I tried" is an understatement
But just know I love you, you know I love you baby
And if it don't work out for some reason
It's probably your fault 'cause you always tripping and I'm always listening

[Verse 1]
You always crying, boo-hooing and sniffing
Think I'm always lying bout that one and this one
You always inquiring, fall back, mind your business
'Cause you see me with her don't mean that I'm with her
It was one night, I don't even remember
You think about the bitch more than I do
She don't think about you more than I do
Now you go get some new nigga
He can pretend to be all that you want
I won't befriend you
I'll just begin to continue the process of trying to forget you
Love is so mental
I bet you thought that shit wouldn't even get to a nigga like me though
But I am no robot
I take my key out your body, your door knob
And then watch some new nigga come knock that door down
The tables go 'round, go 'round
You know how this shit gon' go down
Since you Misses Know It All, I'm Mr. Know How
I know how to keep keep relationships low profile
But you want be seen, you want be envied
You don't want love, you want an image
'Cause I put real love right there in your face
You treat it like a blemish
Stop trying to be pretty, if you don't know anything baby
[Chorus]
Just know I love you, just know I love you baby
And if it don't work out for some reason
"I tried" is an understatement
But just know I love you, you know I love you baby
If it don't work out for some reason
It's probably your fault 'cause you always tripping and I'm always listening

[Verse 2]
We always bickering, Lord knows I'm sick of it
I can't continue this, I just want happiness
You just want benefits
How can I benefit from this whole situation when I'm limitless
When it comes to my feelings and my willingness
To blame your ignorance on an experience
Still take you serious, I'm such an idiot
I'm fucking risking it fucking with you girl, fucking with you girl
Should've know you was just something to do when there's nothing to do girl
Now you talking this shit 'bout my new girl, acting like a lil girl
You are now no longer in Wayne's world, welcome to the real world
I'ma just move on, you should just move on
It ain't about who right or who wrong
It's about living the type of life you want
No need for us to go back, there's no moon walking in this bitch
I tried too hard to make this shit work but it's too gone
So let's just be friends and bury the hatchet and read what it say on the tombstone
It says...
[Outro Chorus]
Just know I love you, just know I love you baby
And if it don't work out for some reason
"I tried" is an understatement
But just know I love you, you know I love you baby
If it don't work out for some reason
It's probably your fault 'cause you always tripping and I'm always...
Just know I love you, just know I love you baby
And if it don't work out for some reason
"I tried" is an understatement
But just know I love you, you know I love you baby
And if it don't work out for some reason
It's probably your fault 'cause you always tripping and I'm always...
Just know I love you, just know I love you baby
Just know I love you, just know I love you baby
Just know I love you, just know I love you baby
And if it don't work out for some reason
It's probably your fault 'cause you always tripping...
And I'm always listening

[Outro: The Cardigans Sample]
Dear, I fear we're facing a problem
You love me no longer, I know and
Maybe there is nothing that I can do
To make you do
Mama tells me...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Red BandanaLil Wayne Verse

Fuck you talmbout
I can see these bitch niggas ain't got no futures like they palms out
& if these bitch ass niggas be on their bullshit pull their horns out
I gotta red bitch her name is Rose I pull her thorns out
We been doing this shit for way too long Young Money all day
This the winning team & I'm the coach bitch I just call plays
I live by the water in the big house with them tall gates
I'm the cash cow now watch me milk this shit like corn flakes
I don't give a shit about shit
If it ain't my shit that shit ain't shit shit !
Keep that click click pow pow on the side, like a mistress
T-shirt whiter than, Hannah Montana with my
Red Chuck Taylors Skinny Jeans & my motherfuckin' RED BANDANA !1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Realized[Verse 1]
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 gutta like bad bowls
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?

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
Look
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'mma 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 give me the dank
Niggas claim they want war when I suggest you live in a tank
What's your kid gonna think?
Come home and find your wig in the sink
I dig in the bank, and pull out eighty, then cruise to Haiti
For fifty G's I get ten ki's and straight out weight it
I lock my area down - you can ask these boys
They know Weezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys
Never catch me unattatched without them plastic toys
It get drastic, boy
Niggas that's askin' for it
Weezy, nigga
It's Weezy, nigga
Who? Weezy, nigga
It's Weezy, nigga
[Chorus]
I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog
That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all
And if you don't get the hell when he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die

[Verse 3]
I hope y'all niggas understand that I ain't playin' or jokin'
Bust shots, make you think the Grand Canyon open
Leave a busta bandana smokin' from hot hollows
Me and my niggas flip your coke, then cop hot hoes
Two pistols, desperado gun busta
Pump one under your chest and knock a lung from ya
Hung under them killers and duck the pigs
And all of our diamonds shine, and our trucks are big
And, nigga, I don't really care if I don't sell a million quick
Cause right now I'll quit and go and sell a million bricks
I sticks to what I love, and that's the street
And stay away from what I hate, and that's police
And I keep a trigga somewhere on me to start blowin'
And leave a nigga somewhere lonely with his heart showin'
When we all knowin' that Weezy have never been fake
The metal will spray and let the bullets tear up your face
Who want this Weezy, nigga? Who want this Weezy, nigga?
Weezy, nigga; Lil Weezy, nigga
[Chorus]
Say, I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog
That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all
Say, I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog
That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all

[Outro]
It's Weezy, nigga - Lil Weezy, nigga
Don't tangle it, nigga
It's time to step down, ya heards me2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Favorite Things[Hook:]
Hoops, cars, big trucks
We ride rims that keep spinning (uh huh)
We stay so fly bandanas and cush linen (uh huh)
Chain swing, pinky ring, diamond things we ain't playing (come on)
These are a few of are favorite things, yeah!

[Juelz Santana:]
Now I get flyer then most do (yeah)
Higher den most do (yeah)
G4's or better how I fly through the coastal (yeah)
I'm live with the toast dude I'm liable to approach you
Like hi, then bye and I will just roast you
My dudes all the same here, we shoot off and bang here
Red dot your nose like you was Rudolph the Reindeer
I'm fast when I race cars, I smash and I scrape cars
Love candy paint, but still keep my factory paint job (yup yup yup)
I'm a mack and I play hard
Choose a bitch scoop a bitch then back to the playyard (yeah)
Like hey ya hey ma open ya mouth wide put your head down there
Respect me I'm a pimp 'round here
Our doors go up on our whips round here
Cause these are a few of are favorite things (yeah)
We drive

[Hook]
[Lil Wayne:]
Weezy fucking baby nigga
Pardon me I'm stunting, Tha Carter, yeah I'm young and
Audemars runnin off body temperatures look at you
Looking all shook up, I'm a fly nigga rock my chain when I cook up
Evisu getting took up, Cavallis in the cleaners
Pirellis on the Beamer, I swear that bitch hotter than the bullets in the Nina
You talking to a fever, nigga get your heat up
And I'm a dirty south boy, nigga get your teet up
I hit like Roy not Jones but Williams
Finding me a Kelly make some destiny children
The recipe is Cristal and sizzurp
Call that Crizzurp, get that from Killer
Cam that's my man, and Juelz that's my nigga
Dip-dipset Young Money where the dessert?
Nah where the desert?
It's right up in that May', bitch, under that Corinthian leather
Holla back, nigga

[Hook]

[Juelz Santana:]
We riding big, yo (yeah), we driving big, yo, (yeah)
Stash box in the car we hiding big blow
Ask Joc (yeah yeah) even the kids know (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
That I'm the shit, yo (yeah)
I ride more chrome, I rock more stones
I got 4 scones, and I ain't talking cookies nigga
I'm talking cash that last ('til when?)
'Til the day that you pass
I'm talking true facts, I'm talking true stacks
Coupes black, coupes that come with the roof back
Chasing big dough (yeah) making big dough (yeah)
That what we live for, get a grip ho
That how we stroll down here, that's how we roll down here
Spectacular chrome down here, that's how it go down here
Cause these are a few of our favorite things
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B.M. J.R. II{Verse 1}
Yeah
When you see me in the driz I come probably on the humble
The street keep callin I gotta change my number
I'm a thunderstorm I wet shirts
Plus I'm right up in the Gulf so it can worse
Put my white up in her bra, and my burner in her purse
She get right past the law, shit we might smash tomorrow
And if there's nice cash involved I'm right there with y'all
Cash Money Records nigga, Life After Raw
Captian hard I got that hard white
Shit look marble under certain light
Who that IS?...
Weezy F. Baby ho word it right
Homie spit cool bars like Klondike
My 9 right here....I ain't lyin
He can stop the track and let me shoot one time if you don't believe me
I'm so nasty how I did them Carmelo Anthony's with the jewelry to match it...
Look like a mural on my chest
Two or three chains I plural the best
Yes...and fresh is how I'm dressed
Floss on a rack, Lacoste on my set
The easy pair of Pradas, the mean three quarters
You know the ankle lengths, no socks wit them...
Aye Stunna, them niggas better pack up
Tell em that your son be out front with backup
Bitch back up

{Verse 2}
And I am, feeling like a million dollars
No, really like a billion dollars
Curt Schilling how I pitch the powder, in a mist of riders
Still sending kites to lifers
I feel like my ice the brightest
Why I feel like my Nikes the whitest?
Young nigga tuned up like Midas
I'm ill like hepatitis, we appeal when they extradite us
Take death to fighters
And even that won't bite us nigga that don't move us
Our backs is glued up we too stuck
And you ask why my bitch stuck up?
Blood, she got crack up her butt
I back up the truck like Sonny in Bronx Tale
Or Gotti in Southside, highly intoxide, That high
Ridin on the Wildside, our side
Tell the law that I'm in a 300 Thou ride
Fuck around and my seats be cow-hide
I'm so country, my flow husky
Repo Man, faget you owe something
He must not know the repocussions
We so struggling like we po'
Cause ain't enough dough to get us equal with the white people
That's what you need to know
And I'ma tell you why you need to vote
Cause that muhfucka need to go, it's that simple2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Intro (D1)[Lil Wayne]
Ayo, what's really good? What's really hood? It's that nigga Weezy F. Baby, man. This right here is the motherfucking mixtape. Nah what I mean? The Dedication, nigga. Gangsta Grillz. Long-awaited, man. Weezy and Drama. Y'all already know, man. We done finally hooked up. I hooked up with dude, man, and we about to make history. Hope you motherfuckers enjoy this shit. Hope y'all love it man. Me, my nigga Drama, my Young Money clique. Nah mean?
The Aphilliates, and so much is
This album right here, man, it's a dedication. We call this a dedication 'cause we dedicating this to everybody around the world, man, everybody who could relate around the world, especially this is a dedication to the fallen soldiers and speaking of the fallen soldiers, we must say that this is a dedication to my homeboy Soulja Slim. Nah mean? This whole function, this whole thing is dedication to every nigga that lost their life, every nigga that can't live their life the way they want to live it, every nigga that's doing life a something behind their bar
Nah mean? Everything is everything. We gonna do it for y'all, we gon' also do it for us and we gon' do it cause we need to do it. Nah mean? It need to be done
Young Money in this motherfucker Squad UpEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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So Many Places[Chorus/Intro]
Fee, Cee Cee, Wayne here So, Rog' get ya bags man I'm skatin' man
I don't need no bags my bitch got clothes waitin on me
Where we goin'
Okay, yeah
(Travelin.......)
I'm travelin' through people
(I've been so many places)
Yes I have up and down, here and there
There and here, down and up(haha)
(In the Eaaaasst)
All the way to the east coooast
(Weeeessttt)
All the way to the west side
(Nooooorthhh)
Haha up north holla north and south and the east
(North and South and the Eaaaassst)
That my part right there
(Weeeeeessst)
Yeaaah come on people we movin'
(Noooorth)
Yeah that my part people sang it with me
North and south and..

[Verse 1]
Catch me departin' from New Orleans out the first class department
Seat back screw driver out the glass I'm gulpin'
Leavin' the gulf and
Headed to the west side
LAX Cali sex be the best right?
So they say so I go
So let's see, flew my 64 with me
Sunsest notice me, Whaddup?
Holla at Grape Street hit the hood up
There in the Denali and I breeze through the valley
But it's breezy in the valley
Blew 50 on the Lakers then I made the 50 back
Next day I was in vegas just
Ballin' up the strip me and some legal prostitution
Stop hatin' on a pimp the new Young Wayne Newton so
Go to Oakland where I mostly be smokin'
Got a bitch in San Francisco where she mostly be locin' so
Tomorrow I'm east coastin' yes I am
Baby just be there when I land, So many places
[Chorus]
We just traveling people..... That's all
(I've been so many places)
So many places, here and there, up and down, down and up
There and here, (haha)
(In the Eaaaasst)
In the east people
(Weeeessttt)
All the way to the west side
(Nooooorthhh)
Up north holla north and south and the east
(North and South and the Eaaaassst)
Yall know thats my part right there (right there)
(Weeeeeessst)
And I'm so jiggy man (jiggy man)
(Noooorth)
North and south......


[Verse 2]
That's terrorist so I gotta P jet it
Plus when I fly commercial I'm selected
My east coast nigga got that hersey I'm connected
On speed boats straight from Albuquerque I'm connected
Drop down in jersey, drive to Manhattan
Cop a few jerseys out the Bronx outta Sammy's
Then I tell the driver hit 5th Ave for my darling
Tell my driver drop me and the homies down in Harlem
Mommy on, 145th say she dyked out
Well get it while the gettins' good cause tonight I'm out on to
Beamtown, bet I'm Celtic green down
Hit the chicken wing spot hood rats scream now(oooo)
Out to Illidelphia for romancin' but
My muslim ho fastin' so I
Go to B-More be more nasty
And she be there when I land (haha)
[Chorus]
I'm traveling.... That's all (thats all)
(I've been so many places)
So many places, up and down, here and there, there and here  down and up (haha)
(In the Eaaaasst)
In the east people
(Weeeessttt)
The west side
(Nooooorthhh)
Up north holla north and south and the east
(North and South and the Eaaaassst)
Haha
(Weeeeeessst)
Fucka! Westside!!
(Noooorth)
North and south....


[Verse 3]
I, Pop up in St. Thomas, Or Nassau, Bahamas
The cats off the rockers, I promise
Cancun know about ya man Tune
Got ya bitch in the telephone the La Boom, yeah
Then I mosey on down to the Lou
Cashville, Memph-Ten, ATL for my boo (holla)
Then I get on the bus and meet my crew
Tell the driver do 102 to the Boot (I'm home)
[Chorus]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Miami FreestyleI know these girls names...
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, yeaah hold up (?)

Let me tell you about maria, she let me high, Aalyah
Thank God I ain't blind, I fuck her every time I see her
Smoke a blunt and fuck Aalyah, i don't know, i miss my coke
And get a beer from Sophia, You probably in that area
I know a bitch named Dominique, She live here by the beach
Her pussy get wet when you kiss her on the cheek
Used to fuck her every week, but now We don't speak
Cause I fuck her best friend, Angelina, she got a face
Like a Appleonia, her body like a lollipop
She rode me like a Horse

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How To Love Spanish[Intro - lil wayne]
Cut the music up
A lil' louder
Yeah

[Chorus - lil wayne]
You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love
You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in the corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love

[Hook - lil wayne]
For a second you were here, now you over there
It's hard not to stare, the way you moving your body
Like you never had a love, never had love

[Verse 1 - lil wayne]
When you was just a young'un, your looks were so precious
But now your grown up, so fly it's like a blessing
But you can't have a man look at you for 5 seconds
Without you being insecure
You never credit yourself so when you got older
It's seems like you came back 10 times over
Now you're sitting here in this damn corner
Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder
[Chorus - lil wayne]
See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love

Enrique:
Te fuiste pero nunca me dijiste adios
Me dejaste en mil pedazos por no saber amar como amar?
La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado
Esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar como amar?
Te acuerdas de esa noche eramos adolescentes queria darte un beso
Y tu tan inocente me tenias locamente enamorado, me tenias locamente enamorado
Y ya lo ves, lo que fue ya fue te marchaste poco a poco de mi lado y yo sigo locamente enamorado aqui sigo locamente enamorado
Te fuiste pero nunca me dijiste adios me dejaste en mil pedazos por no saber amar como amar?
La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar

[Verse 3 - lil wayne]
Ooohh, see I just want you to know
That you deserve the best
You're beautiful
You're beautiful
Yeahh
And I want you to know
You're far from the usual
Far from the usual
[Chorus - lil wayne]
How to love
You see you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love

Enrique
La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado
Esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar como amar?

See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love

La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado
Esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar como amar?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pussy MVP[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
You gonna love me, baby!

Fresh checkerboard Vans and a T-shirt
And it's going down but she first
My flow sweet, make my teeth hurt
I spit ice cream bars, that's dessert
To me there's no such thing as a G-1st
Yea, my feature price high like a mink purse
I smoke a whole reef of the reefer
Drugs are bad but I beg to defer, sir
I just take a look at her face
So she can see that
My shades are Versace and she purr
Cause I'm a cool cat per say
So I give her my life and now I got eight, word
She asked me to go over her place, I said sure
She said shes been horny all day, I got the cure
I'm on her like turf
Now bring that ass, bring that ass
Bring that ass hurr, ya digg?
I, I, I don't know that you been told
But I can tell you something 'bout me
I smoke weed, I drink and I roll
Now is you fucking with me
Now I can't tell you shit 'bout the next man
But he ain't got nothing on me
Cause after a pill and half and a shot of Patrón
I'm a pussy MVPEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Nothin’ FreestyleUh oh, I got us


Weezy baby, sleepy Mercedez
Six that maybe, get that navy
Get the baby, big fat ladies
Gimmie a break like kit kat ladies
Game I kick that daily, the reason why ya bytch act crazy
Ay, I'm the nigga that ya bytch act crazy
You betta fix that lady, you hit that lately, I get that baby
The boy is a mack, she like dick all in her back, and she call me 4 that
Cause i spoil her wit that
And right up in her mouth is where my spalding is at
I'm a mu'fuckin' P.I.M.P, 3 dimes with me
I bow...to never let a biatch get me
And never have my pockets empty
Never forget Pac and Biggie
I'm a gangsta baby, 1-2-3 eighty
SQ'in baby, Sqalla back at cha squadron
Gotta gat for them boyz and
Holla back at cha boy bitch
Holla back at cha boy biitttch!
I pass up the block in the toy quick
I got the toy dipped
The toy sit...on them big boy lips
Hittin' like Roy Jones Jr
Fuckin' with the Birdman Jr
I know you  heard what i do to you
Leave ya body on the curve wit like two thru you
Anybody got the nerves then its your broad
I'm so high off the herbs, so its your call
I'm a stand by my wordz, I'm a young dog
Lead come out, head come off
The red come out, then ya bedz hauled off
Fee I got us!
I spit the shit that kill the people
Still a peep squeak, but my game cock diseal
Flow is overgrown, you not legal
I be the East land legzal
Shut ya trap, SQAD UP daddy that'z a wrap
When we come we be extra strapped
When it make ya brain touch the crack
Check my gesture, I'm just the mack
And i know how adjust to stretch the crack
Turn 1 and 2 in the quarter just like that!
And i tbust my gat just like that
Fee i'm a leave it just like that
Okay, okay
I say ay, i say
S-Q-A-D S-H-I-T
FEE
Ya gotta feel ya boy
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Tha Blues[Verse 1]
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 blowed
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
Stumblin' 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

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
See me just off the meters
Don't leave without the heaters
Believe this, my nina's got more shelves than Adidas
You see the slick jackin', believe it's Glocks and millimeters
Run up on your family and pop your senioritas
A lot of Hennessy, just twist that lil' baby
Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby
This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy
Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me
Seventeen Carollton, mess with me, I bury one
Three-eighty, I carry one
Come to kill up everyone
What!

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
Everybody freeze and drop when Lil Weezy cock
And niggas be like Q-Tip cause they breathe and stop
Believe or not, the ki's ten G's a wat
Until I die apple and Eagle that be's the block
And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot
And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop
I grease the Glock, the scope with the beam and dot
And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin' shots
Follow me, everybody in the family die sourly
Niggas drop hourly ruinin' your economy
Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me
Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your child with me
I'm wild, and Wheezy more violent than Dennis Rodman
Slide up in a blue truck and shoot-up a whole lot of men
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like Stoudamire
Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house

[Chorus]
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 blues1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m Good (Remix)[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
I'm so fucking awesome – my marbles, I lost ‘em
I'm taking everything – everything but precaution
Your bitches wanna call us, and text us like Austin
Pussy make me hard, pussy niggas make me nauseous
I've been on my feet since the day I started walking
Bitch, I think I'm MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin
See coke in a drought, sell pussy at an auction
Bullets got a nigga runnin' fast enough to race horses
‘Round here, you sniff these lines, you don't cross ‘em
Kill your ass and leave you behind, like an orphan
I swear it happens all the time, very often
Still gettin' baseball money, Barry Larkin
‘Round here we play for keeps, yeah we eatin' but we starvin'
I get me a little money, try to spread it like margarine
I'm flyer than a motherfucker, all my flights chartered
Green kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer
I'm good

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I say, I go in in my beast mode – rappin' niggas I eat those
I tell a bitch take a deep breath then bend her knees like a free throw
I don't want me no good girl, I fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom, I'll make a movie, it's starring me with that Lee Rose
I ball hard like D-rose, my stash on closet
Racks in my pocket, these racks I deposit
Got racks on my conscious, money on my mind
I've got shooters on my team, they've got bodies on their nines
Look at that bad bitch right there – see that body on that dime?
I ain't swimming in no hoe, you know I'm probably on that grind
All these niggas hatin' on me, me – but I ain't on that time, time
I be in that back, nigga, and I ain't talkin' 'bout swine
I'm talkin' 62 West, they say a nigga too fresh
You a rat, your homie singing, you should do a duet
Shorty say she love my swag, I make that pussy too wet
You niggas banned, and my hoes, and I'm like "why'd they do that? "
Go!
[Verse 3]
Um, I don't have a conscious – all my friends are monsters
They visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense
Like stabbing you and then watching you fight for your life like you boxing
Bitch, deuce-deuce – I smoke that OG killer, Bobby Johnson
I'll ollie over that bitch's head, it's Hollygrove 'til I'm fuckin' dead
I did a bid for that toast, so fuck with me, I'll treat you like buttered bread
But I still go hard with no regard – Earth Day? Shit, bitch, go to Mars
Leave a nigga dead in the gutter
I just beat him with a bloody-ass bowling ball
I'm fresh as hand sanitizer – don't hate the game, just analyze it
Two Xanax, I'm fantasizing about fat bitches' panty sizes
Took a bullet to the chest? Be a man about it
Stop actin' like a little bitch, nigga
Most of y'all niggas is bitch niggas
I got a tiger in the basement, Big Tigger
My hair long and my dick big
My hair long and my dick big
My hair long and my dick big
My money long and my weed strong
I feed hunger, I no longer get my weed from Fee
I pull that freedom off my waist, now watch me let freedom ring (ding)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fly Talkin’Ladies and Gentleman
We've got a young man tonight that started out with Cash Money
And gonna finish with Cash Money
Ya'll know him as Lil Weezy
Off the Heezy, Fo Sheezy
Better believe me
And he is, Birdman Junior
500, 500, 500, Degreez, please
Ain't that some lovely shit? Bitch
Keep coughin, he cough too much
Wipe em down, I wipe em down
It's 500 motherfucker

I tell you, this summer is on lockdown
Handlin' business, taking care of baby mammas
Takin' care of bustas, takin' care of pimps

I love them hoes, I love them hoes
I pimp a bitch, 500 Degreez niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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New Signees To Young MoneyMan, are there new signees to Young Money?
Uhhm, yeah there are
Uhhm, you know you got, uhm Chanel West Coast
Pj Morton, junior
Uhhm, Austin Mahone
You heard me
We got NaeNae and LoLo, they gon’ kill it
Whatever they do, they gon’ kill it
Shout out my daughter, shout out lil LoLo
I know how y'all do
Y'all stay turned, ya dig?
I can’t forget about my daughter, my beautiful daughter
Her future is bright, I'mma make sure that
Speaking of new signees
Christina Milian, to Young Money
And we got uhhm
Lil Eureka Franklin (laugh) Eufradis (laugh)
Nah, we got a new lil cat name Euro
But his real name is Eufradis (laugh)
So, we call him Eureka Franklin
You heard me, or Eurpatti LaBelle
You heard me
So, either one of them you can rock with, you heard me?
As a matter of fact, a-one, a-two
A-one, two, three, four
[Wayne singing]
This is not a love song
This is a you song
And I’m talking to you
Eureka Franklin
Me oh miya
Eureka Franklin
Me oh miyaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fireman (Original Version)[Intro]
Weezy Baby
Shhhhh... The Fireman coming!
That's right! Hey!
Haha! Hey, the Fireman, bitch! That's right!
Ayy, Birdman! Tell them motherfuckers they gon' have to call...
[...]

[Hook]
I'm the Fireman, fire, F-Fireman
Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire, come and try me and (I got 'em)
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out (I got 'em)
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out

[Verse 1]
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me man
He-man, ski mask, spending next week's cash, he fast
And I'm real, fuck a G pass, I'm past that
I'm passing 'em out now, and you can't have that
And my chain, Toucan Sam that
Tropical colors, you can't match that (Nah), gotta be abstract
You catch my bitch legs open, better smash that
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that show her asscrack (Ayy)
My hoes can't wear that, why? That's where my crack at
I put my mack down, that's where you lack at (Yeah)
She need her candle lit (Yeah), and I'ma wax that
I rekindled the flame (Ya know), she remember the name (Ya know)
It's hard dick, January to December the same
Now, bitch, give me some brain, bitch, give me some good
Ho, I'm the fireman, you hear the fire truck
[Hook]
I'm the Fireman, fire, F-Fireman
Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire, come and try me and (Filthy)
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out

[Verse 2]
Now, man, I hate a old fake-ass nigga
The chrome black eight is my brake-pad, nigga
They look me in my face and say "Amen," nigga
Looking like they done seen a dead man get up
The red bandizzle, representing red hot
Uptown Pep bizzle, shout out to B.Gizzle (Okay)
I hustle in the drizzle 'round my way, that's the drought
So holler at your boy without opening your mouth (Ya know)
'Cause that's the G-Code and that's all that I'm about
You die if you go against it, so I'ma live it out
I ain't got to pay for maintenance, what ain't broke, I don't break it
But I don't mend rules, unless I make 'em
And yes I take it, you niggas is getting sicker
You bitches coming, I'm taking about, please say the Baby (Ha)
Ha! Hollygrove where I come from (Ya know)
So that explains all that humbug, bitch

[Hook]
I'm the Fireman, fire, F-Fireman
Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire, come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
It ain't no secret, I know paper (Yep)
You got stacks, I got cake, that's dough by the layer
Shit, I seen it all through my Bottegas (Yeah)
Aviators, so Darth Vader, tshhh...
That's the sound of the Dutchie, no flavor when it blaze up
Lil Weezy Baby, so hazed up (So high)
Caged up behind a million bars of flame
Still make a million of these bars the same (What else?)
Ya'll bars to blame (Why), why I bought the thang
Long body, motherfucker, bring that short back, man
You cased out, Phantom, riding with a tandem (Yeah)
For now, 'cause after tonight, I can't stand 'em
Your child may sometimes think that I'm Santa (Yeah)
My style, the white Air Forces, red canvas
Tadoww! Yeah, DVLP on the beat
And me, I just come with the heat! I'm the motherfucking...

[Hook]
I'm the Fireman, fire, F-Fireman
Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out

[Outro]
Yeah
C2, C2, C2, C2, C—
You can't see me, but I see you
And I see you, Lord!
I-I-I-I got 'em
I-I-I-I-I got 'em
Aye, aye P, I got 'em
Aye, aye B, I got 'em
Aye, aye D, I got 'em
Aye, aye Boo, I got 'em
Aye, aye Spitta, I got 'em
Aye, Raw Dizzy, I got 'emEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Like It[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I sit here alone everyday
Everyday at my window, my living room window
Thinkin' 'bout you
I watch the kids as they play
What happened to Nintendo? Where did it go?
No time for video games, no time for SEGA
Oh no, but I'm in space
I don't know if it is this girl face
Or how she taste, but I like it

[Bridge: Lil Wayne] (x2)
(Good God)
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know what I got myself into

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
But I like it, ooh I like it
When you doin' it, how I like it
So keep doin' it, how I like it
Cause I like it, ooh I like it

[Verse 2: Boo]
I like sex in the mornin', I like sex at night
I like sex on the weekends, is that alright?
Alright, alright, all night, alright?
Come on, I got shampoo chilled
Took off her dress but kept on the heels
Damn baby, you so exotic
Holler my name loud when I'm inside it
No shame, I ate her pride
Tickled the pearl tongue and came up smilin'
Two dips a dip, and now we ridin'
Bed to the sink, sink to the shower
Back to the sink, back to the bed
It's 3:45, now I'm gettin' some head
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I get cold, I get goosebumps
And I head out the door, that's similar to her name
I'm so cold, but with her, all alone
I'm so high, I'm nearly hittin' the flame
She told me her name is Crazy
And I said "Hi, they call me Insane"
Crazy and Insane is so high up in the tree
F.U.C.K.I.N.G

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know what I will do
I guess I, I guess I, would just die
Go to Heaven and wait on you

[Verse 4: Mack Maine]
Ooh, I think I like you
If you was a poem, I would recite you
The bed could be our ring, I wanna fight you
Put my key in your ignition, let me ignite you
The cops keep comin', the cops keep comin'
To my front door like I'm trynna do somethin'
They don't understand that I'm involved with a woman
That love to make noise when she feel it in her stomach
I'mma have to talk to the neighbors
Matter of fact, let me take a walk by the neighbors
I don't know what the hell wrong with the neighbors
And what they expect when an animal is matin'
Knock on the door, like chicky-chicky-check it
Life is a party, don't ricky-ricky-wreck it
Y'all will call the cops and report a domestic
When I'm just trynna kill a problem called erection
Head in the coupe, call it sex on wheels
I'm a big dude, I treat sex like meals
She ride me for breakfast, I'm on top for lunch
And behind her for dinner, for dessert she say "yum"
[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
I sit here alone everyday
Everyday, everyday in living room window
I watch the kids as they play
What happened to Nintendo?
No time for video games, no sir
No time, no time for SEGA
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know what I got myself into
But I like her, I like her, I like her
And if she leave, I don't know what I'll do
I do know, I'd go to Heaven
And darlin' I'mma wait on you

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I like it (Say what?)
I like it (Say what?)
(Say what?)
Yeah, baby
She likes it
She likes it
She likes it
I'm a R.O.C.K.S.T.A.R
Young Mula, baby
She likes it
And she likes it
Cause I do me, how she likes it
I'mma do me, how she likes it
She know I do her, how she likes it
I'mma make a movie
I'mma make a movie
I'mma make a movie
I'mma make a love
I'mma make a love movie
I'mma make a movieEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Good Poison (Demo)[Chorus: Mikky Ekko]
A sorry's not easy to change
When the love you know slips away
But all I know is that too much is not enough
And that's why you the one I hold onto
Good poison love
Ahh-ahh-ahh

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus: Mikky Ekko]
A sorry's not easy to change
When the love you know slips away
But all I know is that too much is not enough
And that's why you the one I hold onto
Good poison love
Ahh-ahh-ahh

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus: Mikky Ekko]
A sorry's not easy to change
When the love you know slips away
But all I know is that too much is not enough
And that's why you the one I hold onto
Good poison love
Ahh-ahh-ahh1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Nike BootsWale and Lil Wayne:
I'm just doin what I gotta do
Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots
(Wayne: Yea, Nike Boots Remix, Haha)
Flyer then the rest of them (2x)
Fly flyer then the rest of them(Wayne: Yeaaa DMV!)
Still got my nike boots
Flyer then the rest of them (Wayne: yeah) (2x)
Fly flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots
You heard the previous (Wayne: Yea!)
Here go the remix
You got 'Le here and Lil Weezy
We got the keys to the city DMV here
Wale!
[Wale:]
It's the return of the ambassador heard u bammas sassin
Now I'm laughin' cuz i'm passin ya
Yea
And 'Bamas rap but, they lack the passion for it
They lack the vision young Folarin now can labrador em
I reel them in, Goadomes on
See i'm on my Scott Storch stayin' clear of Timbalands (yea)
A beat clubber no thug but the street love em
Why be them but it appears like we brothers
And peace Harlem and the Dipset phenomenon
D.C got ya, we got 'em like you got em on
Yea, my fan base pilin on...
Yea, my haters need Tylenol
And by the way I seen the iTunes hatin', I think it's more racist then ratings
Anyways give it up the capital of the nation
With weapons similar, to dry grapes
Or babies and raisins (BAM)
Chorus:
Flyer then the rest of them (2x)
Fl-flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots (did that sound tough enough?)
Flyer then the rest of them (2x)
(Nana, Nana, Nana)
Fl-flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots
You heard the previous
Here go the remix
You got 'le here and Lil Weezy
We got the keys to the city (you ready Lil Wayne?)
DMV here, here, here...
Wale! (holla at em)
Lil Wayne:
If its bullshit you want, bullshit I shall (yea)
Ima kick it off and go heads and tales
Red lobster everyday shrimp heads and tails (ha)
And bad bitches give me head and tail
And bad bitches give me head and tell
See i'm ahead but u stay the snail
I move they see the back of my nikes
Got to the end of the tunnel
And i was the light (aha)
Always strapped so I was alright
Naked woman rub my back
And ask me how was my night
I say- bitch stay out of my business!
When we fuck she say
Just stay out of kidneys!
I say, dont say it if Simon didn't
And America idolize a nigga (haha)
But they better, 'cuz bitch I'm me (ha)
And you are you, too, but bitch im three!
I be...
Chorus:
Flyer then the rest of them (2x)
Fly flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots
Flyer then the rest of them (yeah) (2x)
Fly flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots
(yea)
You heard the previous (yea)
There goes the remix(yea)
You got me here
And Lil Weezy (ha!)
We got the keys to the city DMV
Here, here, here..
[Wale:]
I got em'
The revolution has arrived
Luchador like I've been masked
But still remain fly
Thats flyer then the wrestler, you don't want to mess with young Rey Mysterio mixed with Chavo Guerrero (yup!)
Flyer then the rest of them, make them all remember me
Make em all similar to the mind of an elephant
Mine wreaks excellence, y'all wreaks estrogen
Everybody know me like the Contra code for extra men
Beyond the extremities of everyone or anyone, train of thought runnin' like its Kenny and I carry on
Been in more beef then ceriums I bury em
Always next to madness like Kenyon, I carry on
Flyer then the rest, I told you I'm the 'ish
Watch me exercise my excrement
While sending messengers
DMV's messenger
Love it so I'm reppin' it
Hail to the 'Skins
Rest in peace, Sean Taylor
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U Don’t Know Weezy[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I get high, high, high, high
Word

[Verse 1:Lil Wayne]
I do this when I wanna, mama
I hustle when it;s hotter, money, gun, weed, and a water bottle
I'm the coolest in the sauna mama
I ain't sweating it, I'm betting it, I'll make it back tomorrow, Mama
I got corner honor, ain't been to court since 2004
Looks like I got it going, your honor
I'm a lone rider, grind for my own dollars
They was in front, but I'm blowing by 'em, [?]
I'm on hoes like cornrows, open toes
Fake titties, yes, I bought both of those
Hold your nose, I'm the shit, can't be flushed
I got the toilet stopped up, call the plumber up
My stomach stuffed—that's right, I'm eating
I smoke the best weed, look like I'm sleeping
Cook it by this evening, off it by the morning
Professional dope boy, my office is The Carter

[Sample]
You don't know what you're doing

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yes, I do, and I do it better than most
My competitive drive knock a nigga off the road, yeah
Lock and load, pull the triggers and roll, yeah
The bigger your mouth, the bigger the hole, yeah
We figured 'em out, them niggas is hoes
Yeah, they lawn chairs, baby, quicker to fold
But me—I'm quick on my toes, I remember the code
You need a pass for the hood, watch me get through the tolls, shit
I been through the cold, I shot through the fire
Still rock too much ice, should've got you a visor
I pull up, the bitches flock and admire
Fresh, like I just stepped out of a dryer
Yes! No fret, I got the lock of a lion
It's Eagle Street, ho, the whole block is behind me, yeah
Stay low, the cops is spying
But they could never figure out the rocket science
No pocket knife, no pocket iron, yeah
Pots and pans make the pockets wider
Dig 'em a hole, let the property hide 'em
Build a house and throw a party over your dead body
Never said I'll never fail, but never dropped an assignment
Gotta finish what you start or the cops'll find it
Dinner in the park, yeah, may seem cool
But me—I'd rather not let them see my food
I'm staying strapped like Fila shoes
Bet I bust the motherfucker 'til the enemy move, c'mon!
It's my game, nigga, get in and lose
Y'all niggas never do what I do, I do me!
[Sample]
You don't know what you're doingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Push (feat. Enrique Iglesias)Fly boy yeah right
Hey mama they call me Weezy
You should be with me I gotta pocket of full of reasons
Baby I can bless you when you ain't even sneezing
I'll be at your rescue you don't even need me
I can have you dreaming when you even sleeping
Mama I can help you get off like the weekend
She said she wanna do it to the new Enrique
I pop the disc in and put the song on replay
And then she backed it up like replay

When you need it
Girl I try to hide it
But I can't escape it, oh baby
Please forgive me
When I think of you my thoughts are so x-rated, oh baby
Baby I don't give a damn
I know that your man's nowhere in sight
Our eyes don't tell a lie
I know you wanna come with me tonight
And I say alright
First you gotta

[Chorus]
Push push back upon it (Girl)
Make me believe you want it
Push push back upon it (Girl)
Well I can go all mornin'
Push push back upon it (Girl)
Go ahead lay it on it
Don't stop until the mornin' (Girl)
Just keep pushing back on it
Oh yeah you know it (Do you need me)
You know it (Will you please me)
You know it (Will you tease me)
You know it

Baby I
I'm the kinda guy that don't get real excited
Oh baby

When you have
When you have you're private party
I you hope that I'm invited, oh baby
Baby I don't give a damn
I know that your man's nowhere in sight, oh oh
And your eyes don't tell a lie
I know you wanna come with me tonight
And I see you right
First you gotta

[Chorus]
After you bag it up just stop
No drop it like it's hot, no pop it like a Glock
No stop it like a watch, now move it like clockwork
Your body is screamin' and your booty is an outburst
She wanna do it, do it with no delay
I told her I could run it, run it just like relay
'Cause I'm cool
Just like the breeze-way now pushin' like salt and p-e-p-p-a
[Chorus: x2]
Push push girl
Mr. Morales
Push push girl
Push push girl
Push pushEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Money In My Pocket Remix[Short Dawg - Hook]
See, see I'm steppin' out froze
Louie on my toes
All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Now my stacks don't fold
I got too much to hold
All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

Now holla for a dollar, act strange for the change
Thats my nigga Gudda Gudda, yeah he came in the Range
My homie, Mack Maine with the shades and the chains

And me I'm so fly, I swear I came in a plane, landed in a lot
Smooth like grease, laughing at the pop, you should chews like teeth?
Fresh outfit boy, came to shut it down
And it's only gon be worn once, like a wedding gown
Somebody tell the town Short Dawgs in the annex
Pistol on my hip and I pop it like Xanex
Got them niggas trippin cause we got the hoes drippin'

You see I'm ballin' like Jordan you just a Scottie Pippen
Catch you slipping, then you better go and get ya boys
I get em work, my money longer than extension cords
Tell them runts I got some game I can sell 'em
I walk up on her, while she with them lames and I tell her
[HOOK]
See, see I'm steppin' out froze
Louie on my toes
All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Now my stacks don't fold
I got too much to hold
All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

[WAYNE]
Tunechi in this bitch, fresh watch me do it
Bitches know I ball, I go HAM, Cam Newton
Shorty on the pill, get this hoe some fluids
And if that bitch bad, I put her on my todo list
See I step up in this bitch like a gamma, get ya camera's

Money on the table bitch, respect my table manners
Young Money the shit, did you get the memorandom
And these other niggas think they fly im fina land them

Haa, What you doing?
I'm throwing money, they take too long with the ones
Fuck It, I'll start throwing hundreds
Gollum niggas ain't spending shit, they tippin' on a budget
Man, they pockets getting skinny, what that is Jennifer Hudson
Order a bottle and I drink it til its hollow
And my coupe is a 2 seater so you bitches gotta follow
Now buss it open backwards like the doors on a Rolls
I got money in my pocket, I got hoes on the pole
[HOOK]
See, see I'm steppin' out froze
Louie on my toes
All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Now my stacks don't fold
I got too much to hold
All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole
Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

[Short Dawg - Verse 2]
It's young Elvis Freshly in the four door European
And the tint dark as coffee, a nigga feeling bossy
Pulling hoes like a tooth and it's hard to get em off me
I'm a stunna like the CEO of Cash Money records
The Louie V rag got me chequered with the matching kicks
Grinnin' at your chick, the surp got me leaning like 10 after 6
Therefore I tell her, go on buss it open
Goin buss it open, they call me short dawg but no I ain't from Oakland
My money so tall that you gon have to climb it
If she know how to rewind it, trust me I'm gon change the climate
And then I get behind it like I'm tryna do the heimlich
She heard that I be rhyming and I'm balling like Kurt Heinrich
She's looking for some love, but over here she will not find it
So get down on your knees, you're in the presence of Your Highness
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Love This Fuckin Guy[Intro]
I'm in the building
Ya, I'm a take'em
I'm a take'em, yes I will take'em Yessir

[Verse 1]
Yes I will take'em all the way there Boo
I will take'em all the way there Trill
(Do yo thing dog)
I'm a take 'em all the way there Boo
I'm a take 'em all the way there Trill
(Spitter ya hand ip)
Ay I'm chillin' like a villian off of killin'
Lookin at the ceilings like I'm a get it for realer
I'm a get it regardless, hard as it is
Who wants to be a millionaire, know how I'm a get a million
(A million?) and I'm in a pavilion
Chillin' with my woman but I don't speak Sicilian
(Sicilian?) But we both count the same
As long as when I send'em with it they come out the same
As if I went up in with it then I'm out the game
Them niggas tryna get me canned, damn
You know the feds are my biggest fans
Gotta watch what a nigga sayin' damn
They see my mommy & they wanna pull over
Cause she ain't got no number on the back of the Rover
Like she ain't got no business in Colorado
Just enjoying the snow, she was hittin' the slopes
She from the South, she ain't never skied before
And I heard she didn't fall go Cita go
And I'm just like her, I'm an easy pro
I am a gladiator call me Hustle Crow
Touch'em no, I'm just bustin', bust some mo
What's the 411 1 ya done
Once the pro rush come run ya gone
Youngsta know how to punch the gas
In an 84' with the cut-back ass
On 84's with the custom rag
Top drop at the second line & bust they ass
Got me lookin' like Hot Spitta (Yeaaa)
I'm a big spender, therefore I stunt
You niggas city slickers, we call it country dumb
A Southern boy, all I do is bake cake
And guess where ya bitch comin' after spring break
Blessed with the gift so I gotta bring faith
A less nigga tell more love than hate
One of the best to do it
Yes kid you are young MJ I'm checkin' Du mar
I give it to y'all the only way I know
And that is too raw, like no cut on coke
Ay, baby girl sit on this butter soft & take a tote
Don't choke, it ain't attractive, just smoke
And when I'm done you ain't a factor just go
And here I come so get it faster, land hoe!
Man nobody's gonna help you out
So you gotta help ya self, if you can't, kill ya self
Yup, that's how I feel & how I felt
That's how the hand was dealt no handing help
No handing outs just me & that abandoned house
With the hammers out, I remember
I had lil Tootie watchin' out
No lie we was high off our own supply
Teenagers with that cocaine eye
But we quit cause we learned that's how Tony died
It is only I, the son of a God
The Birdman baby that fuckin' guy
I love that fuckin guy
Now I'm the Birdman Jr so fuckin' fly
Hold up, I'm just tryin' to kick it with my nigga Boo
(I'm ridin' with you) yeeeaah
So we ridin' through
With the exotic Coupe with the divided roof
We on Mel Rose we like models too
Like how ya do? You eat fruit?
Me too! Isn't that a shocker
I live in the skyscrapers hi helicopter!
And that chain is very aqua
And sir that watch is very vodka
I'm lookin' like a watermelon mamba
Like Canneries fly down by them
So I got it, wrapped like a condom
Protecting my self from the drama
No more baby mamas, shout out to my only baby mama
Our daughters growin' up real fast we gotta watch her
Daddy now is gettin' real cash
The deal was proper, the saga continues
Check the venues I've been through
Why? I wreck the venues I've been through
Yea yea I give you The Carter, & then two
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Pop ThatOk, pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
I say pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
You got to pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
And no ceilings
And no ceilings
And no ceilings
Yeah
Ok
Pockets on he-man
I get it if I demand
Man I do it big, to me you niggas wee man
Bout to go pecans, I beat it like 3 hands
Weezy in the building you other niggas freelance
I don't give a f-zzuck
I done got my shit up
I gotta do a bit, that's push ups, sit ups
F*ck with young money bitch nigga get hit up
Nigga f*ck pay even f*ck wid us
I'm a eastside nigga yeah eastside nigga
Where the motherf*cking beef gets deep fried nigga
Nigga could'ntsee me with 3 eyes nigga
You's a bitch
No U-N-I-T-Y nigga
On the mic I'm like pac, I'm like B-I nigga
Whoever don't agree come and see my nigga
I be waiting in my mansion seaside nigga
Young motherf*cking M-O-N-E-Y...
Hate no, hate no
I don't wanna hate no, hate no
But they keep pushing me, pushing me
But they keep pushing me, pushing me
I don't wanna hate nobody tonight
I don't wanna hate nobody tonight
But they keep pushing me, pushing me
Everyday pushing me, pushing me
Ok, Cool n Dre
This is no ceilings
I do this all day I got bars, no railings
Looking for a bitch for some sexual healing
Open up her mouth and she catch it like Braylon
Young Weezy F, the F is not for failing
Swagger just dumb call it Sarah Palin
If you niggas fly then I must be para-sailing
We are not the same, I'm a motherf*cking alien
Back on my saddle with the tool and my hand
Uptown real nigga bitch landed in the sand
Back home nigga did it for the land
For the grand with the money with the tool in my hand
High life, give a f*ck about your stripes homey
Killer kill, kill a spend your... daily homie
Turn left get your switch turned of nigga
Turn right and get your shit took off nigga
F*ck cause we higher than we ever been
More loaded, white doves, burning hundreds
Overseas nigga pitching on the top floor
High floor situation from the bottom floor
Born in the middle, shining like a diamond
Red diamonds, big diamonds how we roll nigga
24's f*cking all these hoes nigga
High life getting money then we go nigga
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Baby Twist**Lyrics from Snippets*

[Verse: Lil Baby & Lil Twist]
...cool
Hop on this thing and send me to the moon
You can just hate me, when you know just what to do
Whenever you see me, I be with them goons
We ain't gon' face 'em but we got 'em too
Yeah, water on me like a pool (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse: Lil Twist]
Bah, in the back (Bah)
Gettin' tens and that bit Guwop (Bah)
.223 that bitch gon' bop (Bah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Gangsta Boys[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Wizzle F. Baby bitch! Yeah
Boys in the motherfuckin' Hood guess who? yeah you already
(Yeah ye ye ye-yeah) I save ya (haha) already yeah
I'm hearin' niggas nag me shorty (haha, yeah, yeah boy) come on

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Big money heavyweight, it's what the streets call him (yeah)
Young stunna in this bitch like she ridin' on me (yeah)
Hidin from nothin', runnin' from nobody (uh uh)
Boy I tote somethin' about the size of your whole body (yeah haha)
Niggas get confronted just as soon it's a no bottom (yeah haha)
Stick 'em in the oven make cinnamon rolls out of 'em (ow)
Sweet ass nigga, you smell like my girl pussy (haha)
I'm aimin' bitch nigga, I ain't lookin' (uh)
And I'm namin' bitch niggas like the cookie (come on)
I'll knock out your teeth, with the back of the heat (UH)
Meat, all over the street, how neat?
If I was starvin' motherfucker, i'll eat, (what) beef (yeah)
Ya'll know me nigga show me to that treasure (yeah)
See that metal on your tongue, (yeah) better answer every question
Wheres it at bitch niggas say somethin' and i'll kill ya
You never met a killa, til' he kill ya, ya dig shorty

[Chorus: T.I.]
Ha all that matters is what your doin' nigga not what your say
Niggas bullshit everyday (alright) but it stop in the A (yeah)
Catch me on the east side with a Glock and some yay (hay hay hay )
Niggas bullshit everyday but it stop in the A (oh)
I say its on in the inside man them choopers'll spray
Niggas bullshit everyday but it stop in the A
Cause me and Block on the block with a block of the K (hay hay hay)
Niggas bullshit everyday but it stop in the A
[Verse 2: Duke]
Yeah
See I hit the blocks off the top within a minute
It dont take long for me to go private to lieutenant
If I said it I meant it and no offenses gettin' ended (naw)
No east talk the beef ain't gettin' dead til' I end it
I set up rat traps for niggas that like to teel tap
Sunday mornin' get the word (yep) but I'm still strapped
Roll the dice with me please believe boy you will crap
Get folded up and tucked the way just like a road map (road map)
Yeah life is hard just play your card
Thats why roll with god and disregard them broads (disregard them broads)
Keep servin' that hard never spend a rod
This is real shit baby this is not a fesode (not a fesode)
Dont get it confused lot a niggas is fraud
Get a background check nigga that's why I'm pullin' your card (pullin your card)
And I might play with that boy So sometimes I'm 'noyd
I might flip and bury you boys in the back of the yard

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Jody Breeze]
Yeah well I was taught to do what I do
That's why I do what I do
And I ain't talkin' shit but shorty try me see what I do (boys n da hood)
I'm from the bottom of the problem with niggas
It's too many y'all niggas got too many problems with us niggas (problem with niggas)
I shoot first I not a follower nigga (follower nigga)
Smoke dro all day, I got a problem with memory
If you niggas got a problem then try me when you see me (try me)
Cause I ain't hard to find you niggas see me (here I go)
Dumped off in the cut all to my lonesome (yep)
Went to one of you punks to front for a whoresome (go 'head)
Actin' all tough like your nuts wanna brawl some (go 'head)
I'm a go get the pump and front like you owe me somethin' (pow)
You niggas still rainchecks your ass can't cash yet (ah ha)
Your bitch gave me head now you wanna ski mask sick (nigga)
Crack rock bagged up pounds of seran wrapped (yep)
In zip lock bags fulla cash and then it's addin' up
I got gorillas gone mad wanna mass up (yep)
Askin' where the ice where the yay where the cash at (yeah)
So y'all niggas better hush shut your ass up
The deuce deuce tray dont play shoot your ass up
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Single Again[Trina]
Yup Yup

[Rick Ross]
Slip-n-Slide Remix
The Big Boss
Mayback music

[Lil Wayne]
Who's that making that funky noise?
It's Weezy baby Hey Trine Bean
And it's the remix baby

[Lil Wayne]
I know what I did
And how I act
And if I see you with a man I'm a get my gat
{woop woop}
I'm just playin'
It won't be that
I got enough legal wounds
And I don't need that
And I gave you a ring that I don't need back
Because I know one day you gonna be back
Not today
But one day
And my friends say I need my Beyonce
Back, like my name was Sean
I mean you stand tall
But me I lean
What's wrong?
Everything
Wayne what's right?
Wayne Hey Trine Bean
Like a string bean
Girl I'm healthy
Girl I'm lying
Girl just help me
Help my fly
But what flight are you on?
You might not be talking ‘bout me in this song
[Chorus]
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought it was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought it was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again

[Rick Ross]
Hold up wait a got damn minute
It ain't Benz then the boss ain't in it
Yeah it's dark tinted
I had to red rim in
She got the same ones
Just add the red ribbon
Sexy, like she wanna breath again, leave again
I ain't ever need a friend
Yeah I'm in the thangs
Throw away money
And I'm in the range with Floyd May money
Lord Pray for me
I'm single again
Now look who I'm mingling with
Left my baby momma
Cause she didn't get shit
You might see her ridin' in the street
Single again
[Chorus]
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought it was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought it was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again

[Plies]
You damn right I cheated
I couldn't get it from you when I need it
Cause dealin' with you it ain't easy
Think I'm a let you talk to me greasy
I ain't one of them little lames sweetie
So you single again?
Well we even
I know you miss how I beat it
You'll be back cause he don't eat it

[Trina]
Got six
Run you lips 'bout that
Say Trina still the baddest
April 1st I'm back
No April Fools Joke
Finna make the world lean, hah
Hold up she back on the scene
Weez Hey Trine Bean
Plies and Rick Ross
Like Hilary Clinton
I'm the boss
Dude came back
Cause he know where it's at
Super bubblegum brain
Tell me how you like that
I'm hotter than fish grease
Hotter than a heater
Every magazine cover you gonna see Trina
Black Men magazine
King, I'm Smooth
Sister to Sister
Crip, What it do?
Thought the grass was green on the other side
Millionaires over here
We say fuck the other side
While you was out shonin
I don't know why
I stayed so alone
You couldn't say bye
[Chorus]
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought it was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought it was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again

[Trina]
Diamond Princess
Yeah
I'm still the baddest
Ha ha ha

I'm single again
I'm single again

[Chorus]
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought it was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought it was perfect, I don't know how
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Hands Up (My Last) (Freestyle)Let's get fucked up
On the road to riches
You just a speed bump
Funny how the heater make a nigga freeze up
We smoke a tree down til it's just a tree stump
That eastside nigga, bang on you bitches
I'm going at your neck, strangle you bitches
Got a long-ass list full of bad-ass bitches
And I stay burned-out like a bad transmission
I'm on, like the lights I light up
The kush, knock out, Mike Tyson fight
I'm talking about ass and titties
Sex and the city
Weezy f baby and the f is for "forget it"
I'm loving my shine, sipping on fine wine
Up in some fine dime then she give me Einstein
Young money motherfucka
Yeah we picked a fine time
I'm a 17 nigga, bitch, I don't mind dyin' man
I just ended up on every bitch's sex list
Genie in the bottle get a muthafuckin deathwish
Thugga in this bitch, he say fuck y'all niggas
Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga
Red beam, gimme the light, no Sean Paul nigga
Let nino bust in your face like a porn star nigga
Yeah I keep the brian pumper, no homo
The shit I'm on got the world moving in slow-mo
Man, I told mack I was gonna do it
Above the law, but under the influence
Man, I was on the skateboard
Kick push swagger, got my girl to the room
Got behind her like a shadow
I had her ass up in the air
I swear I got the largest clip in the world
Right here in my gat
And I wish a nigga play
I'mma bust a nigga's ass
Hate young money? then fuck you in the ass
187 and a hockey mask, ymcmb gonna ball
Til we fall. and this fuck all y'all
Gonna ball til we fall. and this fuck all y'all
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Grindin’ (Turk Remix)[Intro]
Grindin’, grindin’
Grindin’, grindin’
Grindin’, grindin’
Grindin’, grindin’

[Verse 1: Turk]
Ever since I came home from the pen
Been grindin' on my own and shit
Eight thou', seven-hundred sixty hour
YT puttin' all this shit
Real nigga, again the street fuckin' with me
Fuck a bitch nigga, got them red killers with me
Uptown nigga, let it bust
'Til it's if ya gettin' money is a must
But I'll stick it if you tempt me, so nigga don't tempt me
God don't do shit neither
Chopper worth of trouble, it's gone faster than a cheetah
Savor to the thuggin', I g'd up
Get it from the mud
I'm a thug, posted up like a meter
Stay strapped with the heater
I fuck pussy - pussy nigga, I don't need you
I'm grindin', me and my people
Puttin' in work like Amiga (Like amigos nigga)
Like Jeezy, I done seen it all
The feds askin', nigga I ain't seen nothin' at all
Swear I been nigga outside, ten time a hundred, nigga, one thou'
Grindin' for all my shit
Tryin' to build a house with one brick
Tryin' to fuck you, your bitch, and your clique
And no nigga, I ain't gave me shit


[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit
Grindin’ for all my shit
Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit
I put time into all this shit
I’m grindin’ for all my shit
I’m grindin’ for all my shit
Perfect timing with all my shit
I’m grindin’ for all my shit

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
The feds be spying on all of us nigga
These hoes be lying to all of us nigga
I got news for the monogamous niggas
Yo' bitch fucking anonymous niggas
I done seen it all my nigga
Cause these hoes seeing all of my niggas
Cause what’s the hottest shit on these corners?
That’s me and all my niggas
Grind for all this shit, I ain’t ever fall for that bitch
Cause picking up the feather from a lovebird
Is like a medicine ball to that bitch
We'll bring Gucci bag in this bitch
And you know what's stashed in that bitch
These niggas walk around with they chests out
Like Janet Jackson and shit
I’m sweatin’ grindin’ this bitch, I need a shrine in this bitch
Fuck double O seven, I work twenty-four seven
Ain’t got time to bond with no bitch
Heard Jay Z got a new Cognac, where to find that shit?
The weed sticky, grind that shit
Where I got it from? Nevermind that shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Drake]
I got a new vision for all my shit
I don’t know what to call that shit
I know, I’m selling all of my cars
I’m selling all of my watches
I’m selling diamonds and all of that shit
Realized I don’t need that shit
I’m a different breed with this shit
I’m tryna turn M’s to B’s in this bitch
And I ain’t ever pay to be with no bitch
I, I, I want that Brigitte Bardot hanging over my bed
Fifty mill in one room, you, you could ask anyone out here
Who running the game? And they’ll tell you the truth
Man, they'll tell you
Oh look, they fuck with me now
I think they’re hearin' me now
Someone said "Nigga they takin' you seriously now"
I’m like "I think they just might be scared of me now"
But it’s all good, niggas wrong every day, niggas wrong every day
Go, goin' to LA where I’m tryna get high and do a song every day
Safe, we ain’t ever have to play it safe
I would rather stack it up and put it in a safe
Then peek inside the safe and see I’m runnin' out of space
Mothafucka that’s grindin'
[Hook]

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
(Grindin’, grindin’) Perfect timing
(Grindin’, grindin’)
(grindin’, grindin’)
I would rather stack it up and put it in the safe
Than peek inside the safe and say I’m running out of space
Believe that

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Scoob, find another oo-wop
Tell them niggas cool out
Cause it can be a mohafucking shoot-out
Kidnap a nigga, beat the truth out
Moms pick the suit out
Top floor, window he get threw out
Deuce out, pussy bitches, deuce out
Flying out the crew out, they flew out
Invite 'em to my new house, my new house
I’m fucking every night up in my new house
Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, grindin’
I’m fucking every night up in my new house
Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I'm grindin’
I’m fucking every night up in my new house
Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I’m grindin’

[Outro]
Twap, twap!
Twap, twap!
In the new house, we got the twap
“Grindin'” (word to Clipse) is the latest single from Lil Wayne’s upcoming album, Tha Carter V1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Rappapompom[Hook 1: Junior Reid]
You only got a few days more
To get the guns you want at the gun store
On the first day of Christmas, Guess what Santa bring for me
A Glock, a magnum, a rusty M3

[Hook 2: Junior Reid]
Rappapompom, we don't want no rom pom pom pom

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Welcome to hell I let em burn
Momma told me don't play with them choppas, I never learn
I hold the tube tight & firm I don't squirm
Killers hold court in the street court is adjourned
These niggas sleeping, hope they keep it in they knapsack
Watch me while I'm creepin leave em leakin like a flap jack
Hustle all day like we eatin on the last stack
We play with ak's boy you need to bring that mac back
Hand gun they don't want no hand gun
Tote a shotty with a bass drum
Say something, I'm from where them niggas can't come
We die rich & young
We die handsome and
Me I never ran from another man son
I take alot a shots, bitch nigga and one
So throw away them Glocks
I hope they prayin for ya
You hear that chop now you sayin somethin
[Hook 1: Junior Reid]
You only got a few days more
To get the guns you want at the gun store
On the first day of Christmas, Guess what Santa bring for me
A Glock, a magnum, a rusty M3

[Hook 2: Junior Reid]
Rappapompom, we don't want no rom pom pom pom

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Murda she wrote nigga we loke
You can get smoked like brand new dope
Brand new scopes on old ass guns from brand new beef
If he play you cold you give him heat
Play that roll get in them streets
You pay that toll life ain't cheap
The streets is watchin
The streets can see what you can't see
You ain't safe, you ain't free
You just a target with teeth
Ya'll niggas don't hear me
Shoot him in the eye make the nigga see clearly
Now he only got one eye like the pyramid
Bitch, I'm in the game like the beer man, hear me
They on my grass, shoot em down like a deer, man
Down down baby goin' down like airtran
Yeah & you don't wanna take it there man
Because I'm already there man
I'm sayin
[Hook 1: Junior Reid]
You only got a few days more
To get the guns you want at the gun store
On the first day of Christmas, Guess what Santa bring for me
A Glock, a magnum, a rusty M3

[Hook 2: Junior Reid]
Rappapompom, we don't want no rom pom pom pom


[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Survival of the fittest it is well known there's no water like my city's
Some of us are killers some of them are jus swimmers
Niggas got choppas niggas got trimmers
Niggas got problems niggas got business
Niggas got children niggas got bitches
Bitches got bitches
I know bitches realer then you
Nigga I done seen keys bigger then you
Yeah nigga you ain't on shit
Cut off a nigga head make him suck his own dick
No he don't want that & he don't want this
I shoot a hundred times I be blind if I miss
You know I gotta put the dollar sign before the bitch
Every movie gotta end but I'm just stickin to the script
Addicted to the chips commited to my clique
Cash money mother fucker get the pistol to your lips
[Hook 1: Junior Reid]
You only got a few days more
To get the guns you want at the gun store
On the first day of Christmas, Guess what Santa bring for me
A Glock, a magnum, a rusty M3

[Hook 2: Junior Reid]
Rappapompom, we don't want no rom pom pom pom2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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February 18th[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ahem
Young Money in charge
Yes it's Lil Wayne but the moneys enlarged
Priorities Young Money and God
Now they want to know how I be getting money on Mars
Cause I be getting paid like outta this world
Hip hop is a bitch and I'm proud of this girl
But when the sharks come see the fish curl
This is my game you gone need a referral
I know more bout tree then squirrel
We dont talk much but that heat so verbal
Brand new Marc Jacobs peak color thermal
Gun outside of the gear, external
Im so fly, yall still at the terminal
I put you in the dirt, just because I see the worm in ya
Dirty South bitch, admire and acknowledge it
&& respect my conglomorate!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lay My Organs Down[Verse 1: Dizzy]
You already know
Gangsta music, you know how the gangsters do it
Bangers, exlcusive
Shankers and uzis
I got Maine in the booth
Wayne in the booth
Money on my mind, that mean I'm thinking of loot

[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Shit, ain't it the truth
Money is the top prio-
"Money Over Murder," that's the title of my bio
We cop drops like it's part of the policy
This hardbody, baby, y'all softer than wallabies
So hush puppies, let the big dogs ride
Don't jump on that field when it's kickoff time

[Verse 3: Curren$y]
And I, fresher than the Frebreeze bottle
Coming at the shit full throttle
And I power ball like lotto
Do it with my eyes closed
You niggas is all soft, soft shell tacos

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
And eyes go deeper than pot holes
For that money, bet I'm running like a snot nose
No Kleenex
Dark shades, V-necks
Bitch, I ain't playing no recess
We reps YM, baby, that's that shit
And it's fuck the world like a nasty bitch
[Verse 5: Dizzy]
Fuck raps, I bust caps for snaps
I fuck white, I fuck blacks, I fuck Japs
Now what's hap?
I make stacks, ASAP
I take that from the safe and I replace that

[Verse 6: Lil Wayne]
Stay strapped
I stay low, stay back
The judge handing out L's like Pat Sajak
And I'm all about my team like an apex
Make you niggas turn your seats into a Playtex

[Verse 7: Curren$y]
Yes, member of a fly society
Style, I got several varieties
As a child, this guy memorized "Scarface" in it's entirety
The 80s drug era inspired me
That's why I dress how I dress, walk how I walk
That's why I rep what I rep, talk how I talk
Two rope chains, both of them gold
With a gloat like I just came home

[Verse 8: Lil Wayne]
Flow touching the pedal in that F-5 yellow
Just moving through the city like blood in the vessel
I'm a fucking professional, so intellectual
It's Mr. Fat Stacks, my pockets got high cholesterol
I need vegetables, is weed vegetables?
I'm past commas, right now I'm seeing decimals
[Verse 9: Curren$y]
Step to you, the opposite of my environment
Out of all the dogs in the yard, I was the quietest
I had a little bark, I had a little bite
Was surrounded by niggas who snap and don't think twice
To kidnap your enemies, dress them up as Santa Claus and drop their bodies down their mamas' chimneys
Water to your kidneys
My class G like the Bendz G

[Verse 10: Mack Maine]
My truck waving and my rims speak
I got burners on my rear seat
See, I don't say too much, so if talking becomes part of the ballgame, money talk for me, yeah, my ends speak
Yeah, what you expect? I'm from the Hollygrove area
Where we see more redskins than Steve Spurrier
We know the clock ticking, so we planning hurry up offense
Hustling on the park bench, caution

[Verse 11: Lil Wayne]
The major bison of the boulevard
The barracuda, fighting off the fish and raw
Yeah, I get around like a business car
And you can see me everywhere but the prison yard
I'm on that sissy hard, and that kush tough
Weezy stay high, just look up
[Outro: Curren$y]
Shook up like a can of Coca-Cola that fell down five flights of stairs, man
Can't hide that you niggas so scared, man
Ahead of my time, I'm the already-there manEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Rollin’ (Freestyle)G5 sitting on the runway
Big ass chopper: call that bitch Beyonce
This for my dawgs locked down all day
Money, power, respect: 3 the hard way
I put some real niggas on their feet, boy
So they'll kill anyone for me, boy
Yeah, YMCMB boy
Young Tunechi fresh to death
Rest in peace, boy
My Gat bang your hat hang
I ride off with Mack Maine
I drink Patron straight
You niggas keep that champagne
My pa is the Birdman
I'm rich as a white man
I come to your show and kill you
And your hypeman
We roll in, let's roll out
My bitches don't hold out
They got Marley G
I gotta bond my lil bro out
Let my dreads grow out
My bitch got a blow out
Mi casa, su casa
My house is, a ho house
Only fuck with, real niggas
Polo, fuck that Hilfiger
Yeah I'm on a pill nigga
Feed you to my little niggas
Shout out to my big homies
Fifi and T-Streets
Scope on that AK make me take a sneak peek
T, roll another one
Razor blade on the tongue
You ain't never seen this watch
Nigga, this a one of one
You niggas is honey-bun
Your girlfriend a ton of fun
Chopper with a drum, muthafucker
Give a drummer some
Cut that like my blunt is done
Suck a nigga's dick or something
Put that pussy for me then wile out
And then give my nigga's some
I'mma do my thing
I put that on Nicki Minaj, I need a bad redbone
To come give my dick a massage
I'm talking big money
I'm talking heavyweight
I cut down on the syrup
Now I'm in better shape
I'm from New Orleans nigga
Where you ain't never safe
Who fuck with me, I drop you off
In front of Heaven gates
OK, jump off a building
Jump out a window
Smoke like a junkie
And fuck like a nympho
Drink like a goldfish
That's right, you know this
Hold up: click-clack
OK, I'm reloaded
Fuck with Lil Tunechi
I'm good I'm Gucci
Wild as Ryu
I hit you with that Hadouken
My money too long, nigga
My weed too strong, nigga
Fuck everybody
I'm in my own zone nigga
And every time you see me I'm wet and I'm rolling
Tunechi rest in peace, fresh to death
And I'm rolling
About to fuck a bitch
I just met cause she rolling
Nigga we rolling, nigga I'm rolling
Gotta keep a towel
I'mma sweat cause I'm rolling
Pouring at a bitch nigga's neck, cause I'm rolling
Damn ma! I ain't come yet!
'Cause I'm rolling. Bitch, I'm rolling
Young Mula, baby. Sorry for the waitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Gang x3[Intro]
Turn that shit up
Turn me up too
Yeah, mic check
Yeah, this is the mic check, I can't hear, alright
Alright, oh yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Smoking on the good kush, sipping on the codeine
Spitting all this fire, living off the proceeds
Tipping on 44, pimping all your hoes
We gon' do  it bigger than she ever did with your ass
Sleeping on Polo, I don't got no doors
Can't forget she in love with the coco
Hustling on the low-low, duffle bag, YOLO
And I'ma laugh to the bank on you bitches, no joke, yeah

[Chorus]
You ain't gang, gang, gang
You ain't squad, squad, squad
You ain't gang, gang, gang
You ain't squad, squad, squad, no
You ain't gang, gang, gang
You ain't squad, squad, squad
Don't make me get my gang
Don't make me get my squad
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad
Squad, squad up
Get your fucking ass tied up
Need some hitters for the job, call us, job done, yeah
[Verse 1]
Fake nigga lie to a real nigga
That's just some shit that you don't do
I used to wake up to the sun too
Now I wake up everyday to a lawsuit
Now my pills kicking in like kung-fu
Dipped the blunt in the syrup like fondue
I shoot up everybody in a carpool
I'm the shit with these bars, call it barstool
I'll knock a nigga ass to the north pole
I'll beat a triggerman in a heartbeat
I'll leave his heart beating at his own feet
Take his car keys, ride around til it's on E
My homies all know that it's on me
And if it's on me we gon' eat like we never ate
Have a second plate, nigga gotta eat everyday
Feeding heavyweights
Nigga trying to see better days, lord knows
Ain't no such thing as second place
No such thing as yesterday, ain't no such thing as tomorrow
And promises is for hoes, and diamonds is all gold
If you fucking with my squad though, it be clean up, aisle 4
That's just how it go, niggas slipping like Dial soap
Either I'm too high or the clouds low
And I go Michael Myers, psycho lion, hyperwire, mic on fire
Bad bitch, tight attire, treat me like I'm siar, like a giant
Play below the belt and I'm Orion
My oh my, my flights is higher, price is higher
Life inspired by the riots, I'm a rider, can't deny it
Can't describe it, can't disguise it, advertise it
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm smoking on the good kush, sipping on the codeine
Spitting all this fire, living off the proceeds
My bitch got that good juice
My plug got them low fees
I'm laughing to the bank though
'Cause these lil niggas joking

[Chorus]
You ain't gang, gang, gang
You ain't squad, squad, squad
You ain't gang, gang, gang
You ain't squad, squad, squad, no
You ain't gang, gang, gang
You ain't squad, squad, squad
Don't make me get my gang
Don't make me get my squad
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad
Squad, squad up
Get your fucking ass tied up
Need a nigga head bust, hire us, job done
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad, squad, squad up
Tied up, job done, woah
[Pre-Chorus]
Smoking on the good kush, sipping on the codeine
Spitting all this fire, living off the proceeds
Tipping on 44, pimping all your hoes
We gon' do  it bigger than she ever did with your ass
Sleeping on Polo, I don't got no doors
Can't forget she in love with the coco
Hustling on the low-low, duffle bag, YOLO
And I'ma laugh to the fucking bank, bitch no joke

[Chorus]
You ain't gang, gang, gang
You ain't squad, squad, squad
You ain't gang, gang, gang
You ain't squad, squad, squad, no
You ain't gang, gang, gang
You ain't squad, squad, squad
Don't make me get my gang
Don't make me get my squad
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad
Squad, squad up
Get your fucking ass tied up
Need some hitters for the job, call us, job done

[Outro]
Mula
Young Mula, baby
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad
Squad, squad up
Need a nigga head bust, hire us, job done1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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We’re Done (Remix)(Chorus)
We're done, but it's not over
We'll start it again, after the end of the day
It keeps getting better, don't be afraid
We'll do it together

(Lil Wayne)
To the left, to the left
If you wanna leave, be my guest you can step
Feeling irreplaceable listenin' to Beyonce
But okay, I'll put you out on your B-Day
Hey, now if you rockin' with Weezy
Bedroom in the bank, baby we safe
I got game like EA
But I wanna let you play
And don't I treat you like souffle
Don't I look at you like I see a new day
And Don't I do what I do say
I'm through talkin', so i'mma let you 'face

(Chorus)
We're done, but it's not over
We'll start it again, after the end of the day
It keeps getting better, don't be afraid
We'll do it together
We're done, but it's not over
We'll start it again, after the end of the day
It keeps getting better, don't be afraid
We'll do it together

(Lil Wayne)
It's no sweat, no sweat
I would never 1, 2, 3, 4-get about you
Your love, your sex
You know I work you out like Bowflex

Our jokes, no stress
Love, live life, proceed, progress
Make sure the neighbors get no rest
We can get together, never disconnect

Your back, your neck
Funny how that song hasn't got old yet... to us
So let's project, you stay in, never in-correct

Lemme catch my breath, talkin' 'bout leaving, you ain't gone yet
And if you leave, leave correct
Then I'mma send a jet to pick up the next
And if you leave, you leaving the best
So you might have to settle for less
I am no Elliott Ness
I don't handcuff, I don't arrest
I do confess to the murders, see
Cause under them sheets, I am a mess
Yes, baby you blessed
Now just don't jump your nest, come on
(Chorus)
We're done, but it's not over
We'll start it again, after the end of the day
It keeps getting better, don't be afraid
We'll do it together2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Nothing Can Stop Me[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
A-B-C-D-E-F
Im a G till end
The end of the road
Look back in the kitchen at the end of the stove
Hey T, looks like we at the end of the O
Choppa 4 in a 20 ounce of Carter 24
Yes sir (Cinema)

You sit on 24s
And we sip on 24s
Head is sittin on a pair of gucci pennyloafs
Yea i get money fuck with bitches that get me more
Now, you know the game same shit different hoes
(See what you know about DJ Cinema: presents Mardi Gras)

[Verse 2]
Who cut the ears and the tail off Mickey Mouse
Never been a rat never had him in the house
Call me captain kangaroo, i got money in my pouch
I don't mean loose change when I say money in the couch

Yea we put the drinks down we pick the two's up
You have a dude tripping? we hit dude up
You ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up
(you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up)
[Interlude]
Target practice baby
Only thing is Im not the shooter I'm the bullet, Bitch!

[Verse 3]
Weezy fuckin' baby, get em a leash
Young Money, Dipset, you better believe
That gun got me walking like i got irregular knees
I be all over that bread like sesame seeds
Automatic with the money like reggie for 3
Big birds no sesame street
Bitch I'm too clean they ain't messing with me
I'm just tryna see my decimals peek
These niggas lighter than some vegetable meat
These niggas just sweet like a Tahitian treat
Ok they say I'm full of hot air then i release the heat
Spill a nigga from his teeth defeat
You know what im talking bout, you know what i mean?
Like kick the sneak
I go dollar for dollar, week for week
Yea birdman say you niggas is bitches
So that mean you niggas is bitches and me im theEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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In a Cell[Intro]
Cut the music up please
Man

[Verse 1]
I'm so fucked up, you have no idea
I smoke that La La La, it's music to my ears
All my niggas is wasted, got guns on they waist
She don't use Pro-Active, she put Cum on her face
I'm a real nigga first, I'm a bitch nigga never
Shawty suck me dry, I'm talkin' dry like a dessert
Nigga get off my dick, bitch, get on my level
I don't gas these hoes, take your foot off the pedal
Man, I be on my dick, 'bout to break my neck
Shout Nyjah Huston, Stevie Will, Ryan Sheck'
Papa got the TEC, it can get technical
Pimp shit, never, put the pussy on a pedestal
Niggas out of shape, I'm just bein' geometrical
Tunechi, leave 'em bitches behind like residue
New Orleans, where we turn a funeral into a festival
Young Money, long money, it ain't even measurable
I'm stuntin', uh, like my daddy
She give me neck, uh, Peyton Manning
Yeah, I press a button, uh, and lose my roof
I'm spittin' blood shit like I lost a tooth, uh
[Chorus]
I went from sittin' in a cell
To sittin' on a jet
From shittin' in a cell
To shittin' on a jet
I made too much money, I ain't make enough yet
So I scratch, and yes, junior is the best

[Verse 2]
Man, all these bitches and niggas still hatin'
My homies got that weight and I ain't talkin' 'bout patience
Man, we be on some other shit, kidnap your mother shit
And we smoke that strong like the weed got muscles, bitch
I'm Tunechi, got what you need
I got some cocaine and some California weed
Them bitches jockin', niggas hatin', drunk off Gin and Socko
If he keep on talkin' shit, I'll knock the meat out his taco
And I ain't playin', I got killers with me, ain't got no squealers with me
And the back of the milk carton say my ceiling's missing
And now my vision blurry and I'm with kissin' cousins
I'll make 'em rob you masked up, you think them bitches muslims
Scoob filmin' it, smooth criminal
I'ma prince, nigga, you Arsenio
We pick you off and bounce, that's the pick and roll
Crème de la crème, de la criminal
T, where you at? Make the blunt fat
Young Money that special team, run the punt back
Yeah, that's me in that 'Gatti with the hump back
I'll stick my thumb in her pussy with a thumbtack
[Chorus]
Sittin' in a cell (Woah)
To sittin' on a jet
From shittin' in a cell
To shittin' on a jet
I lost too many homies and I won too many bets
So I scratch, and yes, junior is the best, uh-huh

[Outro]
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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GuerillaYEAA!

[Hook]

On the real-a
I'm a Guerilla
Now have you ever heard of a nigga like me
I'm a G-O-Rilla
On the real
Don't get wit me
That's on the real
And don't slip on a banana peel
Because you will get killed

BY THE GUERILLA
I'm a Guerilla
BY THE GUERILLA
I'm a Guerilla
BY THE GUERILLA
I'm a guerilla-aa-a-a-a-aa-a-a-aaaaaaaaa

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Boy you don't want me bullshit
Slip on a banana
You just such a panza
Shootin like Bonanza
Dirty like the hamper
Boy you are not a man, You are just Amanda
I bet that choppa bring 'em all proper ganda
Come on world bear wit me like a panda
I run this shit
Like a hurry up hike to Randel
From the scrimage line I burn them like a candle
TOUCHDOWN!
Up town Up town
Hollygrove, U.S.A
Money long like a New Orleans flight to L.A
Fuck boy I rep New Orleans like everyday
Everynight
Ballin like
Reverend Knight
Every Night
Everyday
24/7-8-9-10
I'm in the jungle
And I'm comin to yo front door
Knock, Knock - Who's There - Long Hair, Don't care
YEAA!

[Hook]

On the real-a
I'm a Guerilla
Now have you ever heard of a nigga like me
I'm a G-O-Rilla
On the real
Don't get wit me
That's on the real
And don't slip on a banana peel
Because you will get killed
BY THE GUERILLA
I'm a Guerilla
BY THE GUERILLA
I'm a Guerilla
BY THE GUERILLA
I'm a guerilla-aa-a-a-a-aa-a-a-aaaaaaaaa

[Verse 2: Nutt The Kid]

Put some bass in yo voice
So I can knock the amp out you
Get amped
And I'll make an amp out you
Put you in the trunk wit the bubbly
In the jungle
Missin for months
Til they forget about you
Find you
Can't identify you
I'm a rider
Guerillas will spank yo mama
The Dr. that brought you out her
I done went bananas over my clam chowder
Banana clips in the choppas
And we clap 'em like "Bravo"
Scream like the opera
So I can give you an encore
Civil back guerilla
And I got the medal of honor
Poppin the metal feranaz
At who?- Metal & Tiana
Who the fuck seen it
Who? What? When? & How?
Cuz, I'll slit your neck from ear to ear
Like the black Dalia
The flow well radical
Lil nigga wit an attitude
Like "Blaw"
Launch you in the altitude
What's your latitude
Residue under my nails
All about my revenue
Who ever knew
They say I Blow
Like Blue Hill Avenue
YEAA!

[Hook]

On the real-a
I'm a Guerilla
Now have you ever heard of a nigga like me
I'm a G-O-Rilla
On the real
Don't get wit me
That's on the real
And don't slip on a banana peel
Because you will get killed

BY THE GUERILLA
I'm a Guerilla
BY THE GUERILLA
I'm a Guerilla
BY THE GUERILLA
I'm a guerillaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Famous (Demo)[Chorus: Sam Bruno]
Welcome to your name in lights
All the lighters in the sky
Yeah, you must be famous
This is how you live your life
Different city every night
Yeah, you must be famous, famous

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'ma get on the TV, mama, Pac voice
People point at me, say, "Oh my God"
They got a point
I take security everywhere, I be so paranoid
And gold diggers dig until they find oil
And I'm sittin' here reading what was written 'bout what I do, what I didn't
I ruined relationships before my image, but
All I ever wanted was everybody's attention
'Cause most people are nobody 'til somebody kill 'em
Lord knows that's the truth
So with that said
Rest in peace to every dead
Military troops
Shootouts versus photoshoots
I've been through both, I'm photogenic
I'm bulletproof, almost saw the finish line
Plenty times, rock and roll, live or die
Gettin' high as hell, they say time will tell
Well, I tell time to hush
I tell 'em to kiss my ass
They say, "Can you look this way? Can you look this way?"
Pictures flash, I must be famous
[Chorus: Sam Bruno & Lil Wayne]
Welcome to your name in lights (Woo)
All the lighters in the sky (I must be famous)
Yeah, you must be famous (Yeah, I'ma get on the TV momma)
This is how you live your life (Yeah)
Different city every night (I must be famous)
Yeah, you must be famous, famous, uh

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Rich and famous, it's better to be rich and famous
It's you and your lawyer, everybody else is a plaintiff
You know entertainment, sex, drugs and entertainment
You know miscellaneous, sex, drugs simultaneous
Party long and hard
And pray death is quick and painless
Livin' in the spotlight, twist the light bulb if it's blinking
You're never alone
And I don't motherfuckin' blame you
Can't talk to yourself, 'cause mama said don't talk to strangers
Relatives; ain't seen ya since the grass been greener
And your friends say you changed and they can't hear you jingle
You want Tina and Nancy, you get Nancy and Tina
Never question yourself, unless you ask, "Am I dreamin'?"
Fan mail and subpoenas, shake ya hand they don't clean 'em
Never forget they seen ya
You gas 'em up with that premium
And they say, "Look this way, look this way"
Pictures flash when they see ya
To put 'em in magazines
Then after that, the museum
You must be famous
[Chorus: Sam Bruno & Lil Wayne]
Welcome to your name in lights (Yeah)
All the lighters in the sky (You must be famous)
Yeah, you must be famous (I'ma get on the TV, mama)
This is how you live your life
Different city every night (I must be famous)
Yeah, you must be famous (Huh), famous

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
They gon' pray that your career, be short and sweet
But they wish they were in your shoes, take them off, walk on a beach
Superstars don't twinkle and we don't sleep
And you can't spell fame, without me
May your Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet
"Thank God, fuck fame, fuck the police"
'Cause superstars don't twinkle, superstars beam
I was your main man, 'til I went mainstream
Oh my God, I must be famous

[Chorus: Sam Bruno & Lil Wayne]
Welcome to your name in lights
All the lighters in the sky
Yeah, you must be famous (Oh my God, I must be famous, yeah)
This is how you live your life (Yeah)
Different city every night (Oh my God, I must be famous)
You must be famous (Yeah, I'ma get on the TV, mama), famous
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Kiss my motherfuckin' ass2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m From the South[Verse 1]
Uh
I'm Weezy F, bitch, what it do? (What it do?)
I got that "fuck a mothafucka" attitude (Fuck you)
I got a gun and a bitch (I got two, I got two)
I got a bitch and a gun (I got two, I got two)
I'm the hottest in this bitch, straight up (Straight up)
I got 'em on my back like, "Wait up" (Wait up)
I ain't finished with you hoes, stay up (Stay up)
I'm at the top, bitch, look way up (Way up)
Niggas trippin', bitches wishin' they'll come down here and fuck me
Sick and tired of that city and she fiendin' for country
I ain't mad at ya girl, she just feelin my gangsta
From the bottom of the map where the bricks get anchored Where the dope is heavy, where the hoes is fine
Where the hoes'll get you if you niggas is blind
So, this is the time you should listen to mine
Don't play wit' it, bitch nigga, this is the South

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm from the South: Southside
We all ride
And when we catch a outsider outside: y'all die
We all ride
And when you see us, we be leaning to the side: the Southside
We all ride
And when we catch a outsider outside: y'all die
We all ride
Ay, pussy nigga, you know you ain't from the South
[Verse 2]
? chaperone, fresh, Dapper Don
TEC, the strap is on, brrat, your back is off
Yep, bag 'em up, yep, bag 'em down
Yep, crack 'em up, the new crack in town
It's Weezy, say the baby, lotta pizzazz about me
Hollygrove, seventeen, Belfast, Eagle Street
Shells pass illegal heat, ? blast leave 'em sleep, trash can, no sheets
Swell, man
Hell has no fury but I'm strapped so don't worry
When the weather starts to flurry, we adapt in a hurry
Less guts and glory, man, upchuck the party, man
Buck, buck your Carter, man
Fuck, fuck, duck, duck, they caught him
Get away smooth from the pig
Ditch the cig in a river wit' his wig, his liver, and his feet
Down south, Louisiana, 504, we don't lose

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm from the South: Southside
We all ride
And when we catch a outsider outside: y'all die
We all ride
And when you see us, we be leaning to the side: the Southside
We all ride
And when we catch a outsider outside: y'all die
We all ride (Yeah)
Ay, pussy nigga (Block burner), you know you ain't from the South
[Verse 3]
I spin a bin wit' my thirty-six waist saggin'
No smiles, on some murder shit straight clappin'
Waste bag ya niggas
And what makes matters worse, they rattin' niggas
I put ya mothafuckin' face in the dirt, kiss the snails, boy
Close the box, drill the nails, boy
You won't bite, you are a just a will
You are just a witness when the shit prevail
You are not real, you're more bitch than your girl
Get her down south and put some dick in her world
I got diamonds in my mouth, I got diamonds on my neck
Got a bad second woman and I'm 'bout to wife that
Visitors and tourists come down and we gon' lose ya
Have a mothafucka thinkin' that they in Aruba
Max and Rugers, shootin' to kill you
Your music don't reach down here, we don't feel you

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm from the South: Southside
We all ride
And when we catch a outsider outside: y'all die
We all ride
And when you see us, we be leaning to the side: the Southside
We all ride
And when we catch a outsider outside: y'all die
We all ride
Ay, pussy nigga, you know you ain't from the SouthEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Get That DoughBiotch, Biotch

[Hook - Baby (Cristale)]
(Get that dough)
Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, C'mon
(Get that dough)
Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro
(Get that dough)
Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, Wooo
(Get that dough)
Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro

[Lil Wayne]
I pull up slow, chrome flashin
Lil daddy in a long Cabbi
Big hat pimp strong daddy
Got my hoes on my arm daddy
Ain't that amazing, specially when I'm blazin that dro
Earthly green, purple weed, purple V
With purple seats, murck the streets
And I see ya in that Gucci skirt ya sweet
But later on I wanna hurt ya so holla back ho
I know ya will, get ya ass over here
And take off my polar bear
I'm the coldest player of most my age
Quote my age, 19 but my money's much old
And shorty got crazy paper
Cash Money's my army, my navy paper
Understand, Weezy is made of paper
I got "Baby" paper
[Hook - Baby (Cristale)]
(Get that dough)
Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, C'mon
(Get that dough)
Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro
(Get that dough)
Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, Wooo
(Get that dough)
Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro

[Cristale]
Floss our bitch, or get tossed out
Stunna time criss-crossed out
Birdman the bad bitches bossed out
So fly nigga we dont walk out
Time to get Nina Rossed out
I'mma let the heat speak, see I'm talked out
What's the muthafuckin talk bout
Get you niggas chalked out
Chi-town and Birdman show you what that fuckin hawk bout

[Baby]
You can shine like stunna (Papi it's all gravy)
I bought the Rover for me and bought the Benz for my ladies
See I, wipe ya down, I shine ya up
And put the rims on the whip then diamonded up
It's the m-uh-m-uh-man, that I hustle for grams
Me, Ta', and Cris' with a blunt in my hand
See I come through shinin, known big tymin
Red Caddi truck, nigga I'm grindin
[Hook - Baby (Cristale)]
(Get that dough)
Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, C'mon
(Get that dough)
Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro
(Get that dough)
Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, Wooo
(Get that dough)
Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro

[Tateeze]
I come Harley D, black bike all chrome
Your queen is home, daddy tell 'em where they went from

[Baby]
See I'mma slide on through, then I stash the loot
Who washed the coupe, ma look I know what to do

[Tateeze]
Got the suit you to wear some pumps on
Matchin the car, matchin my bra, shit nigga pimpin is hard

[Baby]
I jock that, so wipe a nigga down
Let's dribble on a ho, bitch time to go
[Tateeze]
The Caddi do me pop, the coupe is hot
The groupies flock, and case me out my Gucci socks
Yeah, we get that dough, Tatee' watch me drop these
You got me, can I get the car keys

[Baby]
See I wipe a bitch down, then dribble on a ho
And I touch her from her head, from her waist, to her toes
Pop up in the Lexus with the mink on the floor
Rocked out Nexus 2K bird ho, Wooo!

[Hook - Baby (Cristale)]
(Get that dough)
Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, C'mon
(Get that dough)
Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro
(Get that dough)
Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, Wooo
(Get that dough)
Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil droEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Gorilla[Intro]
I'm on that fuckin' Patrón
I'm on that fuckin' Patrón
And I like it, I feel like fightin'
Yeah, shit
Check me out

[Verse 1]
Okay, I know this ain't The Matrix, but I'm feelin' like the one right now
And to them boys that's trippin', please keep trippin'
Keep it up and it's about to go down
I told 'em don't start no shit, there won't be no shit
Everybody got guns, won't be no fists
Now I'm trippin' on Cohiba, now all y'all funny
If you sick, get an Ibuprofen
But I be gettin' money

[Verse 2]
Hey, I'm on that fuckin' Patrón
And I like it, I feel like fightin'
Feel like fuckin'
Feel I might just get her to the crib and put her into a crisis
Fresh from my hat to the bottom of my Nikes
Fresh from my hat to the bottom of my Nikes
I won't deny it
I won't deny it
I won't deny it
I'm a fuckin' rider
And I'm gettin money
[Verse 3]
Yeah, so now we strip club hoppin'
Got the pills in the club, got the strip club poppin'
And I be throwin' money till the strip club stoppin'
And yeah hoe what it do, but the bitch goin' shoppin'
She bought herself some clothes and she brought me back a chopper
She-she bought herself some clothes and she brought me back a chopper
See bitches trynna kick it but no, I don't play soccer
I'm all about my cake, I'm trynna marry Betty Crocker
'Cause I be gettin' moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Me & You (feat. Trina)I wouldn't care if u was a dirty dog and that u hit every chick that u ever called c it wouldn't make a differnece cuz thats just way benneath me and u boy.c u dont ever have 2 worry bout me i promise 2 keep it real whatevers on my mind im a speak on how i feel stay truthful 2 and never lie 2u and i won't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever

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 Ain't 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 Wouldn't 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

Boy u see dat i have changed yea well if u dont then i'll explain im the real misses wayne all them other chicks is lame & u see i had 2 tell my rockstar crew that i met a man like cuz i ain't never met a man like u but i know what 2do with a youngin like u 3letters..i do i wouldn't care if u was a dirty dog and that u hit every chick that u ever called c it wouldn't make a differnece cuz thats just way benneath me and u boy.c u dont ever have 2 worry bout me i promise 2 keep it real whatevers on my mind im a speak on how i feel stay truthful 2 and never lie 2 and i won't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever
Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea

(Dam Lyk Foreal Tho Babygirl
You Ain't Gotta Keep No Secrets
Its Me And You Gotta Keep It Real)

Ya Boy

(Yo Pussy Is Like A Drug To Me
Ya I Be Feeinin
F**k if i could sing
Dam If Only I Could Sing
Help Me Out Lil Bru)

(Talk:)
I Love It Babe Ye
I Love It Babe Dont You Know
I Love It Babe I Really Did
I Love It Babe Like Young Jeezy
I Love It Babe Ye
I Love It Babe (x3)

I Wouldn't Care If You Was A Prostitute
And That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew
See It Wouldn't 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
Speak On How You Feel
Stay Truthful to me
And Never Lie To Me
And Dont Ever Keep No Secrets
No Matter Wutever
Boy u see dat i have changed yea well if u dont then i'll explain c i'll give up this fame cuz im ready 2 walk the ale and have the preacher change my name. yea now wats happein weezy wats happein weezy u know u need 2role wit the baddest chick weezy n everytime i c u i get so weak weezy like... thats my weezy yea i wouldn't care if u was a dirty dog and that u hit every chick that u ever called c it wouldn't make a differnece cuz thats just way benneath me and u boy.c u dont ever have 2 worry bout me i promise 2 keep it real whatevers on my mind im a speak on how i feel stay truthful 2 and never lie 2u and i won't ever keep no secrets no matter whateverEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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ImagineThat mean I'm ballin' bitch
If ya didn't know, if you wasn't informed
Or somethin' like that, this is Da Drought 3
And um, check this out
Yeah, imagine wakin' up out ya, sleep to them pistols blastin'
And if the witness is dead there's no trial
If you didn't know then, hoe, well ya know now
And I don't mean basketball, when I say I don't know Yao
Money money money money, boost my morale
Play with my money money money, okay coral
I like a bitch with a Apple Bottom, like Vokal
The top is at my fingertips, like I ain't got no nails
I got blood brothers, bitch, I ain't got no pals
I make a girl get low, like I ain't got no L's
I'ma paper chasin' dog, check my toenails
And I never miss a game, no Shaq O'Neal
More like Brett Favre, just like Brett Favre
I been shot two times, just wipe that off
But I thank you for puttin' me right back, Lord
And to you, Father, I would give my life back for it
That knife, that sword, that gun, that war
Make ya so called soldiers, just run like Gore
Yeah, Frank that is from San Francis
And I got more banana clips than chimpanzees
10 addresses and I dresses
Like I thinks I'm the muthafuckin' best there is
And I'm about to bubble and she catch that fizz
And I'm straight from Clayborne, nigga, just ask Liz
Check ya neck, there ain't a crook like this
From the city where the judge throw the book at kids
Burna in school, in my book bag hid
Talk stupid at lunch and we havin' ya ribs
If you are not home, then we havin' ya kids
And if you can't come up with half, I'll send ya half of ya kid
Back to the board, an extravagant crib
I'm on the toilet watchin' Martin, just laughin' and shit
Don't know why I get high, but I get high
I get high like every single day
We do shit that them other women can't
Mary Jane, what is it you've done to me?
I pop a beat and start rollin'
And then I smoke it like a muthafuckin' stogie
Pete Pye wrote it, I was rappin' to the
Ding-ding-ding-ding, fuck it
Get high, screw the world and that's that
I need all my funds, yeah, all my money, baby
Black diamonds and pearls, believe that
I may bling bling and my chest look like a mural
I'm nuts, just call me Squirrel
My fetish is the girls but the women not the girls
Act your age, not your shoe size, maybe we can do the twirl
I'll be the Prince of a Pearl, tongue, earring in her pearl, tongue
If she come let her girl come, give her a pill, giver her girl, one
Party time, excellent, yup Wayne's World
Campbell's soup on the wrist, just call me Earl
Lil' ma don't shoot 'em, ya heard
I get high my words slur, I start callin' 'em Mirl
Hey Mirl, light that fur
And I know this old, but I'm really hot in hurr
I went with the phantom, my niggas coppin' the spurs
My hands in the pot, I'd rather eat and stir
It's I against the world and I'm strapped, yeah
I bring all my guns, shoot mothers, fathers, babies, damn
Black hand guns to serve, we could see
But we are so blind to the signs, they tryin' to lose the world
And we will walk right up with our guns
Yup, hand in hand, yeah
We'll march right after the drum
But I don't need no bandEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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ShadesYMCMB
I'm so twisted
Mack!
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter
I dont drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch Im on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go pu
That bitch go pu
That bitch go pu
Got-Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go pu
Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too

Verse 1: Mack Maine
Uh, Mack in this bitch, tell em hoes I'm about it
These niggas sweet, a bunch of fucking brownies
The fuck youre talking about, bitch Im a G like a thousand
Im on my one two, and bitch Im still counting
You niggas got problems, well I got bigger problems
My guns all black, make me bring the nigga out 'em
You dont want that, homie
Plus I got that pick-up on me, finger fuck nina, she horny, you won't see tomorrow morning (Nigga)
We so fucking cold, young money, money old
Life is full of choices and your bitch chose (Nigga)
Im so Holley Grove, f-fuck them other niggas
And if the gun's strong I'll paint a fucking picture
Nigga You know what Im on, a bag of that strong
Nigga You know where Im going,(Bitch)im going, going, gone!
Nigga holler at your boy, I-I dont give a fuck
Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you niggas up
Mack!
[hook] Lil wayne
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter
I dont drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch Im on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go pu
That bitch go pu
That bitch go pu
Got-Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go pu
Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too

Verse 2: Birdman
Just a third world gangsta, been filthy, top ranker
Hustler, shot caller
Kill 'em all, keep banking
Big mansions on the island
Popping shots out the bottle
Spending cause were winning
Five star, money, and power!
Hunting while we stunting (Bitch), triggerman hood rich
Built on some solid shit, bad bitch born rich
Chandelier (Shit), marble full of bricks
Turn water into wine, hit your set and paint that bitch
O-O-Out the Bentley with them doves, stashes for the plug
Greeny red bottom, throwing hundreds in the club
Bossing on the shine, we the niggas running shit
Blood to blood-line, pearl white black tints
Head light, red light, spend them at the green light
Flash light, fast life, hit 'em for a cheap price
Uptown swagger life, living like we live it twice
Point blank aim (Nigga), give ah fuck about the price
[Hook] lil wayne
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter
I dont drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch Im on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go pu
That bitch go pu
That bitch go pu
Got-Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go pu
Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too

Verse 3: Lil Wayne
Bitch Im from New Orleans
Rest in peace Magnolia Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove
That bitch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded
The grass is greener in my garden
Swagger meaner than the warden
Pow pow pow I ain't with arguing, hah
Leave a nigga leaking
If you scared go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin
Got a buncha bitches tweaking
To tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy
Im on her walls like graffiti
You's dead pita bread, you're a fed ass nigga
Im on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga
Fuck Fucking with Lil Tunechi get your head smashed nigga
Hit you dead on the money call that dead cash nigga
And it's . party time excellent waynes world
Party time excellent Waynes world
Tonight im probably fucking another nigga girl
Party time excellent Waynes world
[hook] lil wayne
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter
I dont drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch Im on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go pu
That bitch go pu
That bitch go pu
Got-Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go pu
Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do tooEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Oh Yea[Lil Wayne]
Young mula
Cash money mafia, (yea!)
Weed and syrup

[Lil Wayne]
It's weezy baby, (who?)
Strapped like the navy, (what)
Ridin' wit a half a brick strapped to her baby, (ok)
I be getting money, run a lap if you lazy, (yea)
Grand daddy purp got me trapped like mazes, (oww!)
Bunch of diamond chains lookin' like a bunch of lasers (yea)
Understand I'm sharper than a fuckin' hellraiser, (raiser)
Bad yellow bitch on my sidekick pager
You know it's goin' down like down goes Frazier, ya dig? (A!)
Yes, and I be wit mid west chubby
But I'm from the dirty, keep it dirty like I'm playin' rugby, (ha)
Bitch ride me like a old school huffy, (what?)
Let me see you work your mouth like a fuckin' guppie, (go head)
My leather softer than brand new pair of hush puppies
My top will leave if I decide to hit the punch button, (hit it)
It's young weezy, how could I ever quit stuntin'?
Get mad, I'mma get money

[Hook 2x]
You getting' money? oh yea
You got them hundreds? oh yea
You roll around witcha pockets all chubby? oh yea
You stay fly? oh yea
You that guy? oh yea
You that dude we can call for them pies? oh yea
[Juelz Santana]
A! Dipset
Skull gang
Haha

[Juelz Santana]
Juelz baby
They see me and start cheerin
Rockstar like Santana Van Halen, yea
Burn em wit the nina
Hot head, nickname fever
Ya bitch, I Turner/Turn her like Tina, haha
Booty in the air, then I bump her like speakers
Then I get right back to puffin' my reefer, (A!)
Yes, yes I'm coke supplyin'
Best pitcher on the mound since Nolan Ryan, (ha)
I got that cheap blow
Heavyweight, I sell snow by the ski slope... come and get some
And the cars got engines like speed boats
Throw dough away like tickets to a free show, (uh)
You outside getting' re-poed, (whoa)
I'm bein' watched under the law, I'm rico (A!)
And all the chicks come to me for wood like Home Depot
I shine, you just a little star, you twinkle, (twinkle)
We make it rain for real, ya'll just sprinkle
We shut down ya hydrant, aight then (A!)
[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Gd Up[Intro: Lil Wayne]

Wake your punk ass up for the two double oh five brother
Young Money, the future

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Hot boy in the building
Rock hard, hard rock hard body got it in the ceiling, yeah
I got burners in the basement money in the mattress
Yo look at their faces, taste it
Yeah I'm nasty right
But my bapes so clean and white look like there's no laces
But I'm not your cow
So I dont walk around with my tongue out
Got a little dough
So I can't walk around with my gun out
So I keep my gun in
Waitin for you to come in
I'm comin with that Bang Bang Bugaloo
Hey stop lookin at me, hater
Or it's gonna be "damn, I ain't look at you"
Now look at us, and if you is I bet you lookin up
How I come with Young Money in the clutch, like Mike
Make me take your lunch money or brunch and your punch
Its Weezy Church!
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Well I was just ridin in my city ain't stoppin for a hater
Make that get off my face if you ain't talkin about cake
And if you're talkin to my boys get ya brains blowed out
Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer
We G'd Up
We G'd Up
You know we G'd Up
We G'd Up
You know we

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

It ain't a secret I got my cake up
My rims so big girls checkin their make-up in them
Yeah, the watchband on my Jacob the same color as my bapesters
Harder than from Japan and I'm fittin to change my name to "You-the-Man"
Cause when I ride by girls tell me "You the man"
Yeah, Curren$y the hot spitter yes I am
Rockin the white polo and a pair of plaid pants
I'm on the block in fly boy stance with my argyle socks and my white and green stans
Yeah, thats Adidas homie
I'm chasin this paper cause I need this money
Left one of my girls alone, she's so lonely
Don't even want to eat no more, she gettin' boney
Yeah, haters see me and say "He's so phoney"
Cause I left the price tag on my eveets with woodey
[Hook: Lil Wayne]

Well I was just ridin in my city ain't stoppin for a hater
Make that get off my face if you ain't talkin about cake
And if you're talkin to my boys get ya brains blowed out
Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer
We G'd Up
We G'd Up
You know we G'd Up (Im G'd up homie)
We G'd Up (Maine for President)
You know we (Lets get it)

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]

I'm tryna cop a house in the East for my shop uptown
Ride up Apple and E and pop uptown
When the time cats run and hide upton
When I'm on tour the only time I'm not uptown
Now don't be wiggin off that E and get F'd up
Thinkin that you're G'd up boy you better ease up
We bleed the hood, the hood bleed us
But every time we hit the hood, the people hollerin out "Jesus"
Become lil nasty, product of his environment
Micky Dees firin, the postal wasn't hirin
Everyday the boy went to sleep to the sirens
And them people swingin round here and they inquirin
Who that is supplyin all that love?
I wouldn't of crept but I was hollerin out "What up blood"
When your relative when I was hollenin "What up cuz" if necessary
My pa was a beast, its hereditary, chyea
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Well I was just ridin in my city ain't stoppin for a hater
Make that get off my face if you ain't talkin about cake
And if you're talkin to my boys get ya brains blowed out
Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer
We G'd Up
We G'd Up
You know we G'd Up
We G'd Up
You know we

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Young Money
(Young Money boy)
Young Money
(Young Money boys we so fly)
We the Future
(Cash Money boy)
(Cash Money boy)
Well I was Just
Young Maine, Mack Mack Maine
The Hot Spitta, The Hot The Hot Spitta
Wizzle F. Baby, please say the baby
If not
(haha)
Shut Up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Walk It OutDrought 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 won't 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 out
Before we chalk em out
We chalk it out (x7)
We chalk em out
They dnt want it na uh
No they dnt want it na uh
You see they frontin im not
Oh yeah they frontin im not
I east side walk it out
I bring New Orleans out
I am a saints fan
Oh yea you know we marchin out
Like were a saints band
I play the organs now
And if they talk
Most likely im what they talkin bout
My nigga t from da east roll out dat forest now
Man im just tryin 2 get my peanuts im like charlie brown
Ok da uzi make dat holy sound
Take 2 of these and walk around
Come straight from that homeless town it -- belong to carter now
BitchEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Life of Mr. Carter (Demo)[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Uh, what's harder, life or Mr. Carter?
Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson
You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons
Little voices in my head said, "Don't mind the little voices," woah

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
What's sharper, spikes or Mr. Carter?
I ride for this shit like a knight in shining armor
I pile up the swishers, roll 'em tight like UnderArmour
Coming from this neighborhood, it's just like coming from comas
I got...

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?
Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson
You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons
Little voices in my head said, "Don't mind the little voices," woah

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
What's sharper, spikes or Mr. Carter?
I ride for this shit like a knight in shining armor
I pile up the swishers, roll 'em tight like UnderArmour
Coming from this neighborhood, it's just like coming from comas
I got homies from the old school and we been lost our diplomas
Got some hoes from California and they shit smell like begonia's
Got a bone to pick, I'm boneless, that's a bonus
Tim Duncan, Tony Parker, pop up at the spur of the moment, how you want it?
When in Hell, I'm a Roman; head on fire, I'm a comet
Heat up out my abdomen, and you know it
Man I'm all about my business, business handle business for me
I know you know life's a bitch, I turned her to a business woman, mind your business
I'm like, "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?
What's higher, the price or Mr. Carter?
Should I call you Mystery? Because I'm right here to solve you
If you start to smell fear or fright, I sprayed it on you"
I made it, I made it with you, you hate it, I made it, on you
You know the streets talk, my nigga, I made 'em argue
Niggas faded away, I light one and get faded for you
I'm reclinin', Weezy Baby, La-Z-Boy, do they enjoy you?
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I'm like, "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? Yeah, uh
What's shorter, life or Mr. Carter? Haha"
I ask, "What's harder, jail or Mr. Carter?
School or Mr. Carter? Rules or Mr. Carter?
Man, what's harder, drugs or Mr. Carter?
Judge or Mr. Carter? Mr. Carter, huh?"

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
What's harder, love or Mr. Carter?
Especially when these hoes ain't right, these hoes ain't loyal
Shit, what's wrong or right? And what's the order?
I know this AK will get shit right and fix the toilet
I'll be a-okay as long as my wife could cook a quarter
The type of shit I won't take for granted, need the marble
See, you can't believe in all of the hype you hear at the barber
If the odds are stacked against us, they're likely to stack 'em on us
Lil Tune, aka no cartoon, no Hanna-Barbera
I ain't steal it, I took it, I ain't crooked, I'm cater-cornered
And if my fruits of labor were ripe, I would have an orchard
But I'm nauseous from my ups-and-downs and back-and-forwards
Shit, Mr. Carter, eyes are always on you
Throw a five in the air for C5 like, "Hi, how are you?"
Shit, what's harder, drugs or Mr. Carter?
The world is on my shoulder, I shrug to get it off from 'em, shit
What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?
Tune in this bitch, let's spike the Holy Water
Tryna stay grounded, my flights said no departures
Shit, what's harder, murder or abortion? Woah
What's harder, death or Mr. Carter?
Is it easier to play deaf or to listen harder?
I'm like, "Girl, what's harder than life for Mr. Carter?
Shit get hard, but I'm a termite to turmoil"
What's easier, to change diapers or back to normal?
Times are changing like Father Time just lost his father
What's harder, to ask for sorrow or to borrow?
Or to propose and get "I don't know"? I don't know
[Outro: Christina Milian]
What's harder than being Mrs. Carter?
What's harder than being Mrs. Carter?
What's harder than being Mrs. Carter?
What's harder than being Mr. Carter?
Uh, what's harder than being Mr. Carter?
What's harder than being Mr. Carter?
What's harder than being Mr. Carter?
What's harder than being Mr. Carter?
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Around the Way GirlOkay I saw you at the bus stop
You had on a halter top
And your mini skirt
And your Dooney and your Bourke
So I turn around and scooped you
Hit you with that toot toot
Like do you need a ride
Like do you need a ride

Because I know where you're from
You're from where I'm from
And I'm with you girl
I know you girl
I like you girl
I want you and I'm from where you're from
And I'm cool with your mom
And I like you girl
I want you girl
I'm with you girl
I'm for you girl

[Chorus]
You're my around the way girl, oh
You're my around the way girl, oh oh
You're my around the way girl, oh
You're my around the way girl, oh oh
I saw you at the Benz lot
In that new Benz drop
Lookin' at that Benz drop
So I brought you that Benz drop
And now you in that new coupe
Hit me with that toot toot
Like girl I need a ride
Like girl I need a ride

Because you know where I'm from
I'm from where you're from
And I'm with ya girl
I know you girl
I like you
I want you and you're from where I'm from
And your cool with my mom
And I know you
I like you
I'm with you
I'm for you girl

[Chorus]
You're my around the way girl, oh
You're my around the way girl, oh oh
You're my around the way girl, oh
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On the Block #2Woman:
Wassup shorty you still hangin round this bitch huh?

Dude:
Man i told you i gotta do me shorty, say, wassup wit all dem people round there?

Woman:
Man i told you them niggas was wiggin off dem pills round here

Dude:
Who dat?

Woman:
Man they left old boy leakin last night

Dude:
What boy was this?

Woman:
Man you know that bitch used to be swingin round tha block in all them whips, bitch thinkin he stunna and shit

Dude:
Man ain't that cold? what you bout to get into?

Woman:
Man i'm gonna listen to tha carter ii f**k this bullshit
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Money in Da Bank[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Benjamin Franklin, I adore you
If it ain't about money baby, I ignore you
I gotta keep the car running, I get oil
Destination quite far, But i'ma get there for you
Yea, are we there yet? Hopping off the clear jet
Rocks got my neck scratched, ice got my ears wet
Dice game, big benz, tell that nigga spend his ho
Drop a hundred-thousand on the diamond, what we livin' fo
Shit why we hustlin'? Nigga why you buggin'?
My money like PMS, shit come monthly
Here come your woman, with all that lustin'
Bitch all on a nigga bread like mustard
Bitch all in a nigga bed like covers
Bitch go down, so low like shovels
I'm just tryin' to get it all together like a puzzle
Birdman jr, more money than muscle

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Finger nails still smell like plastic
Rubber band marks on the wrist is a habit
Rubber grip Glock protect me like a bandage
Tell your girlfriend, I got a log for a cabin
Tell your boyfriend, I'm a dawg he a rabbit
Bitch I got stashes, from the mattress to the attic
And we smoke patches of the cabbage, dramatic
Tell the weed-man, that I'm a fuckin' fanatic
Mama up in the traffic, trunk full of the package
If she make it to me, i'ma make the ho an actress
Maxin' Relaxin' hiding behind the glasses
I have your family, ridin' behind the casket
Murder capital, bitch it's time for some action
Niggas want peace, but we give them ho's a fraction
-Of the murder rate, Don't be a part of the percentage
Now break me off my penny, you piggy
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
(Yeah, i'm so good)
If I ain't gettin' dough, then I'm probably dead baby
The grass gotta grow, the bears gotta be fed
Don't come near the cage, if you ain't got no bread
We ain't nothing but a gang, and i'm the honcho head
I ain't never had nothing, but some money to turn to
Some bitches to toss up, some weed to burn through
If this real shit, then this don't concern you
The days of my life, i'm just free to journal
Thumbing through the pages, i'm tryin' to learn you
It's hot down south, keep your heat in the thermal
It might be a surprising cuz the shit ain't normal
Man the shit just terrible, but the shit ain't changing
Look how one band [...] make the changes
The city wiped out, now the city famous
But Lil Wayne is the city's angel
Guess who's remaining after all that drainage

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Dec. 4 (Freestyle)[Verse 1]
The people asking me ''Wayne, what's crackalacking''? I can't kid
I ain't smelling out my ass, mama, I ain't shit
But you can't tell my mama that I ain't the shit
And if you talk about my mama bet I'm all in your shit
All of the things go to my mama cause she brought me in this
And ever since I never miss her, never called in sick
I go to work, I don't quit, mama taught me this
''You go berserk for that crib, baby boy, don't slip''
I'll murk you for them chips and make Frito Lay
I'm trying to come up on the fortress, split it 3-4-ways
Hey - Mama say ''don't let 'em see your page''
Don't let 'em copy you off your paper, let 'em see yo' ok
And you ain't gotta do nothing but be your age
But mama how can I? I will be so paid
She kept me with money, I keep her with money, she like
"Long as you investin' in something," I'm invested in her
I got my weight up

[Verse 2]
Pops passed, I had to get off my ass
Had to put it in little bags and get off my grass
Nigga coming at me sharp my ass
I'm just trying to play my part like Cass', smart like Taz
I used to carry off-white like cash
Now I tote handguns like bags
Ain't too much changed
Still pitch and give 'em a split or a change up
I never up and change, I just get my change up
I'm greasy with the game, Joe Casey gave me, I'm an animal
And niggas hate me like rabies
But niggas taste this and lick nuts like ladies
I get ape quick and hit up like I get
I deflate the game and insert my dick
That mean I fuck the game so fuck the game
I grind to the money, say fuck the game
Man, niggas wonder why I got out, I won the game
I'm a champion
[Verse 3]
And when I got paid I gave back what I owed
So don't be mad when you see me in the Maybach or the Rolls
Making haters taste crack when I'm attacking the roads
Sitting so far back with the seat I'm in the trunk with the coke
You know what's under the seat, I got the Combat 4
Gave a nigga one, bet he don't come back no more
Nope - it's Weezy F and the 'F' is for flow
I spit blood on a track, call me Dracula dough
I get it sacking, act like I came back from coke
Not guilty or Jesus, let rabbit go
Wow, that's my daddy if ya'll ain't know
And I love him with every second my hard day go
Buck - remember when the bullet caught lil' bro?
Who you think got that blood up off that flo'?
Who you think made that boy come off so cold?
How you think that young boy come off so old?
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I Get InYeah
Young Money
Ladies and Gs
O
Young Mula Baby
Omarion
I dont got the braids
Lil girl got my grown on
Had her sincs the label young money money long long
I be so LA, got my chucks and my Locs on
I was MIA in MIA superman on
I know i got it, i know she on it
I know you see it
I know she want it
She got that cali good
And she kinda hood
She got me policing and wishing that a nigga would
Lil mama got her back right
She be skating on it, got a nigga singing flashlight
They be tryin get her but she holding on hella tight
I got that ack rite thats what she like
Chrous
I get it
I get it
I get it
I get it
I get it In
Done with the boys, girl she done find a man now
Ain't no competition, she fumble when it hangs down
Imma show her love love even when my fans right
Get in get in to the music baby tell me how my bang sounds
I know i got it
I know she on it
I know you see it
I know she want it
She go that cali good
And she kinda hood
She got me policing and wishing that a nigga would
Lil mama got her back right
She be skating on it, got a nigga singing flashlight
They be tryin get her but she holding on hella tight
I got that ack rite thats what she like
[Chorus]
Lil Wayne
Uh, fresh out my Bugatti, Polo on my body
Im jumpin in this shit like a pogo on a potty
So she come and talk to me like Casey, JoJo, and Devante
I say hi my name is Weezy and I know you know Omarion
Haha, I get it in like parking spots
And they say money talk, so dont ask me why I talk a lot
Girl Ill kiss your softest spot, Ill buy your apartment out
Actually I just bought a house, I get it in and walk em out
I done got the dreads braided up, hair long long
And Im with a redbone, that dont want leave her thong on
Its too big, its too wide, it won't fit
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When I Go[Hook: x2]
No more lying friends
Mourning tragic ends
Know they do pretend
They won't go when I go

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Come on home biscuit for man's sake
No more fake hugs and handshakes
Stand straight
You sweeter than a pancake
Me, I'm tryin get that green like the landscape
That's for my team in region eight
See what I gotta say can't wait
I demand cake
Gotta eat, keep the family straight
They all holding out they hands and plates, yeah
Wayne's from a place called hollygrove
From the bottom of the globe
Area code 504
Be hero joe and I zero in
With the eagle when there be no him
Ion need no help
Ion need no homie
Ion need no buddy
Nigga I got money
Nigga I got heart to go along with the guns
Call me weezy f. baby
I be by myself when I come yeah
[Hook:]
No more lying friends
(yeah, yeah)
Mourning tragic ends
(ion need em, ion need em)
Know they do pretend
(ion love em, ion trust em)
They won't go when I go
(so motherfuck em, I was born by myself with my dick in my hand) no more lying friends
(with my mind on the million dollar plan) mourning tragic ends
(now baby you are looking at the million dollar man) know they do pretend
(and I'm a die alone, so alone I stand) they won't go when I go

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
(I feel you nigga)
Dudes that never spoke to me now wanna speak (beat it)
Girls that never said a word now wanna creep (beat it)
Guys that never ran with me now wanna be (what) the only passenger in my coop with two seats
Damn, what is it homes
You boys breast soft and fake, I can feel the silicone (yep) you all a bunch of pamela andersons
Me, a family man, I take care of the family man (ya dig) and it seems like my day one niggas ain't actin like day one niggas (uh un), I ain't change I just came up niggas (yep) and trust me when I say I ain't put the streets down or them thangs up nigga
Bring the phantom through the hood, I ain't frontin on ya'll
Just tryna let you know it's bigger than the corner my dog
I ain't playin basketball, but I'm ballin for sure
Now back to the money
Catch me when I come off tour
Fuck em
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
The rims may offend you on the shit I slide into
Fuck you
Send you to the desert, tell ya be cool
Uh um, hold on the pistols
Roll by the cops and turn up the stereo
Sittin in the corner lookin like a owner
Talkin to the owner, yeah my price gone up
All in the strip club, never get a boner
Only get hard for doe, I'm homer, and you're a simpson and I'm a pimp son and she ain't comin to the crib til her friend come
We gettin money over here you need to get some
Out comes the cold steel for my income
[Juelz Santana]
Out comes the cold steel for my victims
Born alone, die alone, but you could die with em
Cars white and sexy like Nicole Kidman
Bad chick by my side, video vixen
Might fly to L.A. just to shop at Kitson
Thousand dollar hoodies I'm pickin up about 15
That's about 15 thousand
I'm trickin zero on bitches
Zero
Zavosky crystals, great china wall
My money run longer than the great china wall
And my pockets is mediterranean sea deep
So keep plottin and prayin to get me
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Living Legend Interlude[Lil Wayne Talking]
Whats poppin'? Whaddup 5?
The problem with me is i believe in you too much
Whoo! Ya heard me? We in this bitch
Uh.. I dont really consider myself a living legend
Because uh... Sometimes legends arent true
So... And sometimes i dont even feel like im living
So... To answer the question about what it is to be a living legend
Uh! Honestly i wouldn't know
But what it is to be Lil Wayne; its amazin' its awesome
I wouldn't give it up for the world
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D-Boyz[Intro]
I got Spitta hot Spitta in the building with me mane
Who ever thought he'd be chilling with me mane
And since he make millions with me mane
Come on make millions with me

[Hook]
Cause I tote, and I bang
Police try to stop but they can't
So fuck the law, nigga and fuck the po'
I thug vicious bitch I'm from Hollygrove
Who that is? Weezy F. Baby
Please say the baby
Please, baby, please say the baby
Please, baby, please say the baby
Please say the baby

[Verse]
I'm a Hollygrove nigga got the 17th in me
Pussy ass niggas bring the 17th out me
If ever he doubt me, he could do better
Prolly leaping off a mountain
Turning the gun around and skeet-skeeting in your mouth and
South man, outstanding flow
Ready for the drama like Knots Landing hoe
Bada-bam-bing hoe
Weezy do his thing hoe
You don't need Websters to know what the bling-bling for
Checking in the Four Seasons gotta have a neat hoe
Cause I'm a neat freak and mama she freak me
Mama a freaknik like 1993
And like she probably be the wife that you go to sleep with
Holla at me on some creep shit
I be like, I don't feel like fucking but I could do ya sweet lips
I'm running through my box of Sweets I need some more Tez
Cash Money, Young Money that's more cash
[Talking]
Chyea, chyea, this is a dedication to the streets
The gangstas, the hood, the fallen soldiers
To the down ass chicks that keep it in the slums
You smell that?

[DJ Drama]
Big shouts to Hollygrove
Can't forget Magnolia Projects

[Lil Wayne]
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Real Nigga Anthem[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Mic check
Turn me up in my headphones
I can't hear myself at all
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And this is a real nigga anthem
This is a real nigga's standards
I am like one of the last ones
'Cause most of the real niggas passing
And most of the real niggas laughing
'Cause most of you lil niggas dancing
Most of my lil niggas jacking
Ain't too many real niggas rapping
I am like one of the last ones
Most of these lil niggas acting
Well you tell them niggas I said "Action"
See most of you lil niggas trappin'
Most of the real niggas traffic
See this is a real nigga's standards
This is a real nigga anthem

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Most of the real niggas vanished
Now all of you lil niggas stranded
And most of you lil niggas panic
And all of the real niggas dandy
All of you lil niggas candy
All of you lil niggas Bambi
And all of my lil niggas bandits
Take all of you lil niggas' candy
All my bitches enchanted
They got fannies and never wear panties
See all of your bitches is nannies
They wear panties that look like their grannies'
Most of my bitches speak Spanish
They be tanning and cook when I'm famished
Your bitches got bad understanding
She can't even make you a sandwich
All of my niggas is family
All of my niggas is packing
So if one of you lil niggas yacking
All of my niggas attacking
See most of the real niggas absent
'Cause most come out jail and go back in
Me, I'm a walking attraction
And 'cause I'm like one of the last ones
Ayy, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And this is a real nigga anthem
This is a real nigga's standards
I am like one of the last ones
'Cause most of the real niggas passing
And most of the real niggas laughing
'Cause most of you lil niggas dancing
Most of my lil niggas jacking
Ain't too many real niggas rapping
I am like one of the last ones
Most of these lil niggas acting
Well you tell them niggas I said "Action"
See most of you lil niggas trappin'
Most of the real niggas traffic
See this is a real nigga's standards
This is a real nigga anthem

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Bricks on deck, sticks on deck
Need a fix
Fix on deck, fix on deck
Hitting licks
Licks for check, yeah licks for check
Take a risk for a check
As long as it's for a check
Real niggas standard
[Verse 2: Capo]
Damn, the boy done took me off the corner
And put me in position forever better, forever loyal
Took this traffic 'cross the border, still sipping muddy waters
And ain't shit changed, it's like my conversation starter
Damn right that [?] mixing good with kush aroma
Ain't got no 9 to 5, we slang that work with no diploma
Had walked inside spot, they treat me like I'm the one that own it
This bad yellow ting, yeah she resemble [?]
Spend a week of in Manhattan, never scamming, no advancements
No one's bragging, it's deeper than rabbit
And this music just my passion
Then I fly in the sky Miami just to change the scenery
[?] and Tunchi-Lee
Respect the game of Big Man Ting

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ain't too many real niggas rapping
I am like one of the last ones
Most of these lil niggas acting
Well you tell them niggas I said "Action"
See most of you lil niggas trappin'
Most of the real niggas traffic
See this is a real nigga's standards
This is a real nigga anthem
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Bricks on deck, sticks on deck
Need a fix
Fix on deck, fix on deck
Hitting licks
Licks for check, yeah licks for check
Take a risk for a check
As long as it's for a check
Keep the chips in check
Real niggas standard
And this is a real nigga anthem
This is a real nigga's standards
I am like one of the last ones
And this is a real nigga anthem
This is a real nigga's standards
I am like one of the last ones
Most of the real niggas passing
And most of the real niggas...
This is a real nigga anthem
This is a real nigga's standards
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Uh Oh (feat. Ja Rule)Murder Inc., nigga
(Young Money just crept in like, uh-ohhh!)
Mpire, Mpire, lets get ?em
Young Money, Cash Money, Calabo
Listen, listen

All my niggas, my bitches, my bitches, my niggas
My gangstas, hoes, pimps and pushers
Keep workin? with what we dealin?
Nigga gettin? it, got money, we takin? it
Got bitches, we takin? ?em

Empire just stepped in and they like
Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh!
Hit it and go, oh oh, uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh!
?'cause they know we gettin? it, got money, we takin? it
Got bitches we takin? ?em, Mpire just stepped in
(Fuck niggas)

Uh-ohhh! uh uh, uh-ohhh! Here I, go, oh oh oh
It?s the Rule, nigga, you already know, oh
I'm gettin? it, I don't gotta talk ?'cause I'm livin? it
Money over bitches, period, and I'm dead serious

These bitches is feminine, nigga
So I t-t-touch ?em up every time I see ?em, are you feelin? it?
I-I-It?s comin? through the barrel or the fifth
Out the sunroof of the six
I-I-If you willin? to bear witness, how I take money, take bitches
Niggas is fascinated with the kid, love my style
Your bitch too would be on a dick if you let her come out
Quit hand cuffin? these hoes

My pimp game proper, I'm a pistol popper
Fuck around and get shot up, my niggas all riders
My bitches all done up
Fuck, I know ya'll niggas hate to love us but

All my niggas, my bitches, my bitches, my niggas
My gangstas, hoes, pimps and pushers
Keep workin? with what we dealin?
Nigga gettin? it, got money, we takin? it
Got bitches, we takin? ?em

Empire just stepped in and they like
Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh!
Hit it and go, oh oh, uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh!
?'cause they know we gettin? it, got money, we takin? it
Got bitches we takin? ?em, Mpire just stepped in

Uh-ohhh! You did it
Now you gotta get it, weezy ?fore it?s in your building
I will step on your building from the steps of my building
Raise hell, hell?s risen, call me young Raekwon
I'm a chef in hell's kitchen
Flow sweet as devils food, I eat angels for dinner
Call me what you want, I don't give a finger in the middle
I?ma hold it down and blow up my anchor as the missile
When I say we got the brrr I ain't tryna whistle

Long body Maybach, it make me feel so little
I'm ballin? on the suckers and I won't pick up my dribble
Retarded on these beats, sick, I spit hospitals
And she couldn't stand under my umbrella if it drizzled

My pimp game proper, my aim proper
So run and I will hit you like Jeremiah
Trotter Yessir, call me young Carter
My leather so soft and I be stuntin? like my daughter, ya dig

Yup, yup, I d-d-dig it but our jewelry's so fitted
Damn hot, damn, bitches with the Atkins, Carter
And Crocker like we don't make that crack outta real butter
Now d-d-did I s-s-stutter the first time, nigga, it?s nah

They like uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! This nigga is trouble
It?s the Inc, nigga, act like you know
Who's gettin? it, livin? this gangsta shit

All my niggas, my bitches, my bitches, my niggas
My gangstas, hoes, pimps and pushers
Keep workin? with what we dealin?
Nigga gettin? it, got money, we takin? it
Got bitches, we takin? ?em
Empire just stepped in and they like
Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh!
Hit it and go, oh oh, uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh!
?'cause they know we gettin? it, got money, we takin? it
Got bitches we takin? ?em, Mpire just stepped in

Murder Inc., nigga
(Young Money just crept in like, uh-ohhh!)
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Hustle Hard(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)

[Chorus]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'mma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
Big bank in my pocket
Double up with my profit
See this shit than I cop it
Gimme that there and than drop it
Homie, hold up with my mojo
Peep the whip and the logo
24's and they low pro
I bet she fucking, I know so
Nigga ain't no doubt about it
Riding round with that rocket
Load it up and I cock it
Send bout a couple off in your nog
And hear them 808's and they knocking
Whole club and they rocking
Rose in them buckets
All my homies up in here vibing
Nigga big shit in my household
Real niggas I die for
Creeping off in that Tahoe
All about that ?
Nigga don't stop the party
We be getting gnarley
Old kimosabe homie's chiefing cause I'm Marley
This is the same old shit
[Chorus]
I think I'm from Kingston, Jamaica homes
'Cause I got ten jah and ten om's
I don't leave the crib without my chrome
I keep blowing up, like my mobile phone
Them L red bottoms, I designed em homes
I spiked them whole damn shoe for you assholes
I used to stunt my black card for my new broads
Now I just whip the four-door, oh my gosh
The ? Aston, I did that too
Wait til we come with Matt reds and Matt Blues
I'm an empire, you a little boy
Got a Lamborghini, that's my son's toy
Where the flip did I get that paper
Shades on I can't see you haters
Taking off when I see you later
I-I-I hustle paper

[Chorus]
Okay now, all I know is hustle
Get it off the muscle
Block is my attire
Keep them sticks off in that cupboard nigga
I be going hard, bitch I'm going hard
I just hit the mall
You just swipe the card
I'm with a couple latin broads
I just do menage
Fuck you other guys
Pussy telling lies
Homie, free my nigga AG
Fuck you niggas pay me
Swagging in my saline
Two door coupe Mercedes
I am too much for you buster's
Bitches I don't trust em
Fuck em once, I fuck em
Lust em never love em
They won't play me for no sucker, play me for no paper
Make my bitches stomp her
Alpha zeta mega, better no-one really on it
Drive it, bet I own it
Money is involved, bet I know I'm on it
That's wording to my mother
Gotta get it one way or another
I put that on my brother
I'm out here on the come up
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Street Life[Verse 1]
Comin' home when your Daddy go to work
Three phones and my pagers go berzerk
I'm talkin' birds like Dooney and Bourke
I'm talkin' work, enough to make you a clerk
Rubber bands, hard plates (what else?) big spoons
That whip got the plug out in mid June
Early July, I'm early like the bird that fly
Even Martin got a piece of that pie
I Eddie Murphy laugh at nigga, throw that piece in the sky
Drop the top on the Mercy, and bench streets with my tires
Make it dance like Percy, kids they on the sidewalk
Used to stash weed in my momma's Buick Skylark
I talk only full prices, negotiation
Rumination, fuck the police station
And if you got any association, then murder all close relation
Street life

[Verse 2]
Grocery bags on the counter, no grocery store
Couldn't fit a half a mil in the Gucci tote
Hit the lights, watch the roaches say "good night"
Stomp twice, say goodbye to the mice
Cook nice with a little bit of slice
And watch them dope fiends put that fire to that ice
Surely that dog's tail wag, it will bite
Man I'm just trynna get my scratch on these lice
When I was young, I had a flag on my bike
And then I went and got them mags on my bike
Momma don't wait up for me, I lost a bundle runnin' from the cops
Gotta get that makeup money, hey
I say I gotta get Nae-Nae lunch money
I say I gotta get Nae-Nae lunch money
It's Hollygrove till they bury me cold
Who's to say if they gon' bury me old?
I live that street life
[Verse 3]
Back to the struggle, born trouble
Like trynna find strength in a torn muscle
Young as scum, Daddy gone
But youngin' run the streets till he pull the gun
Pull they arm, all-all black hoodie on
Talibon strapped with the gat like a bomb
Red storm, handkerchief head on
Fuck around and them bees swarm, be calm
Better know what street you on
Don't you come on Eagle, are you Evel Knievel?
Crackheads got pipes and pistols
Now run up on that crackhead and fight the pistol
This is the street, nigga eat
Where the birds don't tweet, the birds go cheap
And niggas don't sleep, you may have heard of MLK
But I know a gang of niggas with they own street
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Wayne Explains His DealAlright so the streets want to know what's Wayne's situation? [?]. They had a lot of rumors, speculations, that I would be going to another record company. Preferable, the Roc, Def Jam, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter. Jiggaman No, why? Cause I was, yahearinme? But I was still on the [?], yahearinme? With [?] on it, yahearinme? But I said, Imma just, ride it out, yahearinme? And see what - and see what I can do, yahearinme? And so then I figured "Know, Imma go with the Roc. Imma go by Jay". And Jay was tryna help me. He was really trying, he was like "Dude whenever you get out your situation, I'm here, I'm here. Whatever you need, I'm here". It's like believe that. Then all the sudden I gets a call from Universal and they like "Hey". They wasn't talking no - I couldn't even understand what they're talking about. They were talking about, millions and stuff. Those were I ain't ever heard of, yahearinme? So I was like "Dayyyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum" and I was like "Believe that" and so, yahearinme? In reality of it all, I got - I got some more time over here. I ain't finished doing what I was doing. So, what Weezy's doing? Finishing up. You motherfuckers still stay - stay in focusEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Nothing Nice[Intro]
808 Mafia

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Roll up the Mochi (Mochi)
Puff in the back, I'm low-key (Low-key)
Cut it, cut it like O.T. (O.T.)
Dunk on your bitch like Kobe (Kobe)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dunk on your bitch like Bron Bron (Bron Bron)
Lil bitch throw back like Sean John (Sean John)
Dolla bounce back like Sean Don (Sean Don)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Nothing nice (Nothing nice)
It's nothing (It's nothing)
Nothing nice (Nothing nice)
It's nothing (It's nothing)
Nothing nice (Nothing nice)
It's nothing, yeah (It's nothing, yeah)
Nothing nice (Nothing nice)
It's nothing, yeah

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, Lil Tunechi nothing nice
Pull up on your lil' bitch in that ghost, she come to life
Yeah, private plane, masseuses on the flight
We on our way to Houston
Straight to Houston for them pints, oh
Your main bitch my side bitch
Insane lips and side tips
She drain it, she dry it, ok
She drink it, that's vibrant
She think it, that's awkward
Go anal, that's hybrid, ok-k-k
You ain't lit to fire me
We ain't even thinking, we bring this to scientists
Propane and butane drip
That can only mean that Lil Tunechi hit a fire lick
These niggas acting that's all
We got some films to make
I met the devil today
He did not know what the hell to say
Momma told me, don't say nothing at all
If you ain't got something nice to say
I got something nice to say
I cannot feel my face, oh
[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Roll up the Mochi (Mochi)
Puff in the back, I'm low-key (Low-key)
Cut it, cut it like O.T. (O.T.)
Dunk on your bitch like Kobe (Kobe)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dunk on your bitch like Bron Bron (Bron Bron)
Lil bitch throw back like Sean John (Sean John)
Dolla bounce back like Sean Don (Sean Don)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Nothing nice (Nothing nice)
It's nothing (It's nothing)
Nothing nice (Nothing nice)
It's nothing (It's nothing)
Nothing nice (Nothing nice)
It's nothing, yeah (It's nothing, yeah)
Nothing nice (Nothing nice)
It's nothing, yeah

[Open Verse]

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Roll up the Mochi (Mochi)
Puff in the back, I'm low-key (Low-key)
Cut it, cut it like O.T. (O.T.)
Dunk on your bitch like Kobe (Kobe)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dunk on your bitch like Bron Bron (Bron Bron)
Lil bitch throw back like Sean John (Sean John)
Dolla bounce back like Sean Don (Sean Don)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Nothing nice (Nothing nice)
It's nothing (It's nothing)
Nothing nice (Nothing nice)
It's nothing (It's nothing)
Nothing nice (Nothing nice)
It's nothing, yeah (It's nothing, yeah)
Nothing nice (Nothing nice)
It's nothing, yeah4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Need Some Quiet TimeMama you wine fine
Mama you, mama you
Mama, mama you wine fine

We need some quiet time
We need some quiet time
We need some quiet time

Mama you wine fine
Mama you wine fine
And on the hush hush
We need some quiet time

I get, I get, I, I, I get so deep in that pussy
I touch the back of your soul
You gotta man, I bet I can make you pack up and roll
Yea, let's ride like we attached to the road
And if we on the same track, I hope we crash and explode

Yea, where do the passionate go
I beat it up forever, girl I'll take a national oath
Nobody knows what goes on the latch on the door
And if you throw it to me baby, I will catch it and score
Yea, yea

I beat that, I be right when she call me
She got that shit I just can't avoid
She so addictive and she know that
I do anything that she tell me
I am her personal sex toy
And then I pop the bottle of that Cris
I had a glass, she had a glass
I had a glass, she had a glass, again
Ya know, then she was ready got to it
One time, two times, hit me up
And I take that ass again and I told her

Mama you wine fine
Mama you, mama you
Mama, mama you wine fine

We need some quiet time
We need some quiet time
We need some quiet time

Mama you wine fine
Mama you wine fine
And on the hush hush
We need some quiet time

I see ya walkin' like the cameras on ya, I love ya back shots
I'm like a crackhead and you got your crack out
See, we got chemistry baby, we like cat and mouse
You blow my brains out, I blow ya back out
Now what is that about?
You got me sweatin' you so hard, I'm 'bout to pass out
And we could do it on the beach, in the grass house
Say, we could do it on the beach, in my glass house

Uh huh, I know what I'm doin', I'm on it until the mornin'
Hop on it until it's foamin', I bone it better than homie
I want it better than homie, come get on this pony
I put my name on it, I own it

That's right, pin ya to the wall, give ya couple of back bites
Give ya couple of thigh bites, then here comes the highlight
I could make ya act right
Take a ten minute break, then get back right
And then I told her

Mama you wine fine
Mama you, mama you
Mama, mama you wine fine

We need some quiet time
We need some quiet time
We need some quiet time

Mama you wine fine
Mama you wine fine
And on the hush hush
We need some quiet time
Yea, I told her, ya mama gotta be a model or somethin'
And if you was a wine bottle, I'm drunk
She dance on me like it's just us girl
You could make a nigga pay ya rent for 6 months

Shh, I ain't lyin' girl
I could make ya little pussy start cryin' girl
You won't fire girl
You know the fireman could put out the fire girl

Are those apple bottom jeans ya wearin'?
She said these is Donna Karen
So tight, she can't even let air in
Man, I swear I saw a blind man starin'

No lie and I hope she take her clothes off
So we can do it, 'til we doze off
We fall asleep with our clothes off
When we wake up, we pick up where we left off
And then I tell her

Mama you wine fine
Mama you, mama you
Mama, mama you wine fine

We need some quiet time
We need some quiet time
We need some quiet time

Mama you wine fine
Mama you wine fine
And on the hush hush
We need some quiet time1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Dis How We Do[Verse 1: Boo]
B.O.O. gets that dough
Blane rose gold while I got yo hoe
Don't even mention the flow
I don't even like rap
I just do it for the scrap
Got chrome on my lap
Toast on my lap
Cruisin' through the city
Fox fur on my back
Man you niggas is wack
Plus, this young money cream got me acting like that
'Cause nowadays I ain't gotta package that crack
Keep ties to the streets so I ain't gotta go back
Certified pimp, bona fide mack
I just really fall back
I don't chase that cat
'Cause Lil Boo just ain't no good
West side of Chi where shit gets so hood
Nigga act tough then he gon' get laid down
Look at my face nigga I don't play 'round
Holla at me

[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Mack Maine, uh
Real as they come
Tommy on me ain't a Hilfiger son
Grip macks that blow
Pitch black, the clothes
Black Dickie fit, black hat, black Girbauds
Whip past my foes
In something they can't afford
Nah, I ain't talkin' about a Honda Accord
Young Money, the tour
Bad bitches adore
They let us all up in they valores
They say im so hood
Puff that good good
My freaks give good head
They all got good jug
Be in a black truck
Hittin' a kill bill
Im prolly with izzel
Baby you prolly with trill real
Runnin wit hotspitta
You know dat we G'd up
And hell yeah back in the G
We was re'd up
Im bout have seed
Gotta to raise my seed up
Now all my dogs in the bin
Nigga just feed up
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Aye
I got that all black porsche
On them double black buttons
Blend in so well
Look like im ridin' on nothin'
Talk a lot of shit but I ain't lyin' on nothin'
She love my satin sheets It's like she lyin' on nothin'
Weezy F Baby bitch
If you dont say the baby
You make me sick
Young money baby girl
Take these dicks
The new AKs got crazy grip
Hottest of the hot bitch
Recognize the nigga
Lookin at my chain like ya lookin at a mirror
I ain't got no lamborghini doors on that escalade
I'mma just go get da lamborghini instead
Down south dread
Insane for the bread
Dont give my name to the feds
Cause they say im so grove
Im hot so stove
Me and money is like khakis and polos
Weezy
[Verse 4: Curren$y]
Yeah, why am I so fly? I don't know
Why am I so high? That's the drug
Is that a CL5? Oh for sure
Who you got inside?
Some other nigga hoe
Curren$y the hotspitta he a G
Bitches take me out to eat
And you'll be eatin' bitches out
One thing about the kid
To the cold I spit
If she ain't 'bout suckin' and fuckin' she ain't coming to my house
Yeah, niggas know h-how I do it
When I was in school with my all black Guccis
Sittin' in the back of the class actin' stupid
Or in C-Murder truck takin' bitches to the movies
Oh, no, hotspitta Dawg
Back up in the heezy baby
He's so disrespectful to these ladies
I curse them out and all they say is
"You so crazy"EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Welcome Back[Lil Wayne]
Yo! What's popping? Hello, world—as I usually say, hahaha. My name is ... It's not important. What's more important is what I told y'all, and what I told y'all was—on Tha Carter 1, and everything else—I said, "I'm the best rapper alive," quote-unquote. And now, y'all believe me, haha. And since '05, The Dedication has been in your life. Tha Carter has been in your life. Gangsta Grillz has been in your life. So: The game has existed before us. But it was never the same after us, hahaha. Don't you agree? Well, without further ado, I'ma shut the fuck up. And we gon' get into this trilogy. Dedication 3, baby, yeah! Welcome!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Ammo[Intro]
Uh
She say "I ain't have sex in a long time", uh
And then we had sex for a long time
But don't let your girl get caught in the right place at the wrong time
Cause by the a.m. she'll be all mine
Click, clack

[Chorus]
Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole
Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole, uh
Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole
Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole
Ammo, ammo
Tried to use my nine but my nine wasn't working
Started bangin' with my pump then that bitch started twerkin', hey
Tried to use my nine but my nine wasn't working
Started bangin' with my pump then that bitch started twerkin'
Ammo

[Verse]
Yeah, I got revolver and automatic, uh
Or I use your bitch for target practice
Yeah, girl, my dick is a concealed weapon
I'ma kill that pussy 187, uh
I'ma kill that pussy 187, uh
I'ma shoot my bullets, she gon' catch 'em
Shots fired, shots fired
Fuck that pussy til it backfire
Pump that pussy like a flat tire
Clap that ass like a damn choir
Shots fired, shots fired
Fuck that pussy til it backfire
Pump that pussy like a flat tire
Clap that ass like a damn choir
[Chorus]
Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole
Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole
Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole
Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole
Tried to use my nine but my nine wasn't working
Started bangin' with my pump then that bitch started twerkin', hey
Tried to use my nine but my nine wasn't working
Started bangin' with my pump then that bitch started twerkin'
Ammo

[Verse 2]
She say "I ain't have sex in a long time", yeah
And then we had sex for a long time, yeah
Your girl got caught in the right place at the wrong time, oh yeah
Blocka blocka in her face, she don't complain, she put on a smile, yeah
Chop her down, chop her, chop her, chop her down
I chop her down, I chop her, chop her, chop her down
Chop her down, bocka blocka blocka, blauw
Chop her down, blocka blocka blocka, pow
And that bitch started twerkin', yeah
Started playin' with my pump and that bitch started twerkin'
Ammo
Chop her down, chop her, chop her down
Ammo
Chop her down, chop her, chop her down
I got- ammo, I got ammo, ammo
I got- I got ammo, I got, I got ammo, I got
She know, oh she know
She know that I got ammo, she know
I got ammo, and she know
Yeah, she know
I got ammo, ammo5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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It’s Been a Week[Hook: Sample]
It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne (Sample)]
I met her on the road on a Lil Wayne show
Looking like a ear just waiting to be told
And she looks a whole lot better and more
Looking a choice just waiting to be chose
I chose her and (It's been a week) but, um...
It feels like I know the girl so well
I don't know how but (It's been a week) and, um...
It's like we do whatever we shall like good pals
But um... (It's been a week) True!
But it's like I know her when I hold her, you know?
(It's been a week) But I, but I still told her how I told her
When I told her what I told her

[Hook: Sample (Lil Wayne)]
It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright)
It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright)
It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright)
It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Could it be love at first sight? First fuck, first fight
And it's only been a week but it feels like
A year, like, two months or something like that
I'm lost in the calendar but she know where I'm at
It's been a week man, but, um...
You dont know but I bet you know where she at
'Cause, it's been a week, but, um...
She's in that Carter with Nino in her back, yes
Damn, it's been a week, but, um...
It's like two trains that were on the same track, haha
It's been a week and, uh...
She changed her name to "I'ma call you right back"
Damn, and I say...
[Hook: Sample (Lil Wayne)]
It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright)
It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright)
It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright)
It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (Flip it)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I saw a girl at my show, in the front row
Standing there looking like she waiting to be told
I told her that and a whole lot more
And now she standing there looking like she waiting to be chose
And she say (It's been a week)
And I say, "Yeah," say no
(It's been a week) And I say, "Please, say no"
And I say, and she say, and we say

[Hook: Sample (Lil Wayne)]
It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright)
It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright)
It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright)
It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Kiss Me BabyI Can See You, I Can See It In Your Eyes U Don't Want Nobody But Me. Baby We Can Get Together And Shine Like A Starfish Outta The Sea. U And Me Sound Good, I Thinks That's The Way It's Suppose To Be (uh) U Just To Cold, U Suppose To Be Close To Me
Try Me Baby, Try Me Baby
I'm The Shit, I'm The Shit
Love Me Darling, Love Me Darling
Don't You, Don't You
Baby If You Got A Moment I Can Occupy Girl I'm a Get There And Back Back In Time. There's A Treasure In U I Got To Find. Maybe You Can Be My Concubine. Tell Me A Lil Sumthing About Your Sign, I'll Tell U A Lil Sumthin About The Grind. I Told Her Put Her Mouth To Mines And When She Did I Said...
Kiss Me Baby, Kiss Me Baby
I'm The Shit, I'm The Shit
Feed Me Mama, Feed Me Mama
I Want You, I Want You
And If You Don't Mind I Would Just Like To Tell You That I Never Seen A Woman Like U Before And If U Don't Mind I Would Just Like To Tell U I Would Love To See This Woman Alot More.(yea)
Bless Me Angel, Bless Me Angel
Tick Tick Tick Your The Bomb
I Would Be Your Vietnam
Tick Tick Tick Your The Bomb
Loocking At This Girl And Shes Looking Just Like A 100 Dollar Bill, And For The Money People Will Steal Rob And Kill. So Show Me The Money, Show Me The Money, Cause I Got My Bills And This Girl Is Heaven So You Should Die To See How It FeelsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lyrical HomicidePublic Enemy number 2, the flow is illegal
And these ain't diesel, all fucking Evisu
These is Levi's, equipped with the desert eagle
Run, tell your people, that nigga get evil
Throw em off the bridge like Knievel
You niggas see-through
Like lingerie pussies I get funky like D.O.C. do
One classic, now homie, OG too
I toast a chronic blunt everytime I see Snoop
Aston Martin Driver, gave away the B(entley) Coupe
Cried for three days, after that I had to re-group
Bullet-proof suburban, nigga fuck with that
Shoot the tires out, drive 60 miles on a flat
Flip the motherfucker over watch it slide on its back
Let the windows up as bullets fly out the Mac
No gunpowder on me, I'm as fly as the Mac
Lyrical homicide, watch them die on the track. (nigga)

Lyrical homicide
Kill them and watch them die, yeah

(The Game)

Because you ain't never seen a motherfucker
Kill a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker nigga named Game, motherfucker
Lyrical homicide
Kill them and watch them die, yeah

(The Game)

Because you ain't never seen a motherfucker
Kill a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker nigga named Game, motherfucker

Yeah, I'ma murder this shit
Tell Dr. Dre the beat need surgery quick
Weezy from the dirty south, yeah, the dirtiest bitch
But I'm clean like a virgin and detergent and shit, (ha)
I walked into the record store drooling
Because it's like a supermarket to me
Yeah, and as my appetite gets bigger
I see you new rappers and you look like dinner
Lyrical killer
I kill at will
And my flow keeps going when the beat stand still
How real is that? Nigga that's for real
Fuck with me and you're pushing up daffodils
So don't you get this rap twisted
Fuck around and get your cap twisted
Stop it right there, rewind it back and listen
And you have just become another victim
Lyrical homicide
Kill them and watch them die, yeah

(The Game)

Because you ain't never seen a motherfucker
Kill a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker nigga named game, motherfucker

Lyrical homicide
Kill them and watch them die, yeah

(The Game)

Because you ain't never seen a motherfucker
Kill a motherfucker
Like a motherfucker nigga named game, motherfuckerEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Roman’s Revenge RemixI ate your face off
You niggas sweet as pie like this is a bake off
I love Nicki's curves, swing at the baseball
Errrrrrr!
I beat your brakes off
H-H-Hi, I'm Tune', salt in the wound
I'm up in this bitch, pardon the goons
Throw dirt on the floor and get caught in the broom
I like a big wet pussy with a fork and a spoon
I got money and the power
A woman in the shower
And she don't want nothin' but my johnson, Howard
Sour D's and a swisher sweet, sweet and sour
You scared? Go to church, say your prayers, read a Bible

Huh, I don't know what y'all on
Please, I go in like goin'
Drink drink in my hand with the world in the other
The uzi go brrrrrrr, stutter
Ha, life is a puzzle, jigsaw
All I do is win, my name should be Victor
Old-ass rappers, I'm still the shit, old-ass Pampers
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
Foie gras, I hear you ducks is quackin'
I'm just pluckin' my ashes, I'ma puff it and pass it
I'm a f-ckin' assassin, you should jump in a casketEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Strange CloudsYeah
Oh yeah I know what we gonna do
Hey
Well, if you guessin' it's me, you guessed correctly
I just stay with a stallion, you would swear I was an equestrian
I hit her with that pipe, call that Nancy Kerrigan
Stay on the greenest greens, call us vegetarians
You be on that minor league, but we smoke professionally
I do my job exceptionally, on point like a decimal is
The way I ride on the beat man I be in the street it's done so effortlessly
Yeah, so these niggas can't sleep on me, there's no Inception in this bitch
I'm top chef, you top ramen, I'm top shelf
No last call, to the bartender, what you got left?
Pour it up, don't stop there, hold your cup, take a shot, yeah
All night we celebrate, 'cause we everywhere and you not there
Ha
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That's how we do it)
(That's how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds
Strange clouds, strange clouds
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That's how we do it)
(That's how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds
Strange clouds, strange clouds
Blue jeans, I'm faded, mindin' my own data
Smokin' on that strong, that Arnold Schwarzenegger
It's Tunechi Lee you bitch you, you hot as an igloo
Kick back on that Glock, call that Ju Jitsu
Hello World, I'm with a yellow girl, number 2 pencil
These rappers is washed up, spin cycle, rinse you
My nigga, all day, all night, half pipe
I dive in that pussy, yeah I belly flop, I jackknife and shit
Tell my homies that I say its a party
Got that tech for technical difficulties
I'm top dog, you top ramen, I'm top dog
Piru, gangsters, outlaws yeah
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That's how we do it, Young mula Baby)
(That's how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds
Strange clouds, strange clouds
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That's how we do it)
(That's how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds
Strange clouds, strange clouds
Strange clouds, strange clouds
Well ain't no question, yes, it's B.o.B yes definitely
Up in the studio, I got on my necessities
If you want that real shit, you made the right selection
I'm Decatur til I die, yes, I rep that definitely
They say I'm a celebrity, what the f-cks a celebrity?
I guess I must invest in the proper form of protection
And I, say its a curse but it's emotionally a blessing
To a nigga from the hood tryna aim for the top
But I don't even need no directions
I just wake up and then I roll up the purp
These niggas wake up on my dick
At least have some breakfast first
Nigga keep your nourishment first and your mind on my lyrics
'Cause what you hoping to accomplish I already did it bitch
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That's how we)
(That's how we)
(That's how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds
Strange clouds, strange clouds
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That's how we)
(That's how we)
(That's how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds (all you see, all you see)
Strange clouds, strange cloudsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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She Wants MeMy reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin' in ya dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Cause I got it all
Bitch tell me what you don't see yeah
My reality is bigger than ya dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin' in your dream car
She wants me cause I got it all Bitch tell me what you don't see
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin' in your dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Cause I got it all
Bitch tell me what you don't see

I got 25 lighters on the dresser
Got a girl and a girl to undress her
My guitar strap is leather
My life is better than ever

I got women all up in my condo
And my drug dealer comes pronto
Got a registered pistol in the console
So, so, don't try me now
Don't try me now
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Get Real Gangsta[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Boo got a blunt in his ear!
Chea, it's me and Raw D.I. this time, bastards
I got my little brother Capo on this one, too
Yeah, haha, that's right
Young Money, Cash Money, man
(Yeah, real shit nigga)
Gangsta shit, get your game up, boy, for real

[Verse 1: Raw Dizzy]
The clock is ticking, the cops is sitting
Waiting on me to pop the ribbon so I can get locked in prison
But I forgive 'em, they don't know I got the bishop
Giving me a future face, they cannot prevent it
Sky's the limit, I travel but I tries to pivot
Look in my eyes and combine the spirit, time'll end it
If it's not a couple of Gs, it's dimes and pennies
If I don't break a knuckle or knee, my shine is finished
I'm climbing in it, but I could fall down the chimney
A hound is in me, so don't come around or near me
You clowns is really fucking up, ya bound to get it
I sit a barrel on ya tongue so round and pretty
Fought my ticket, now I'ma skip town and kick it
Dress code: just some khaki brown lil' Dickies
Got them pounds and chickens stuffed in coffee grounds and fishes, nigga
[Hook: Capo]
It don't get no gangsta than this
Fucking with them gangstas, I guarantee
Shit gon' get real gangsta, my nigga
And you gon' back down, and you gon' back down
It don't get no gangsta than this
Fucking with them gangstas, I guarantee
Shit gon' get real gangsta, my nigga
And you gon' back down, and you gon' back down

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, fresh off the block, that's Apple and Eagle Street
I go through there every week even if it's just to speak
What up?
I don't see Red, so I keep going
He's probably with Rodney, or probably with Roney
I go by Trill Rill cause he be up in the morning
See, that's that penitentiary shit and he been out for a minute
But I'm up!
Birdman keep asking me to stick
22s on the Rolls and I keep telling him no, but
If he keep playing then I'ma have to show him
And come through this bitch on 24s
Like what up?!
These hoes keep asking me to marry 'em
Knowing that my ex-wife'll bury 'em
So bitch, shut up!
I'm blowing on that berry like Marion
You knowing what the fuck a nigga carrying
Get bald head like a Aryan
I think a nigga bout to buy a Marriott
Now all my hoes, put up!
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Raw Dizzy]
Check, lights off, mask on, creep silent
Move light, walk, step, talk, squeak, holla (I hear 'em)
Pull a tool, nigga sweet like peach cobbler
Shoot twice, don't check, let them people find him
I'm the screw face to this rap game
Weezy put me on, new face with the same name

[Lil Wayne]
Oh yes I did, get 'em, kid, if I ask ya
Just bring me the bastard with his head unfastened
Faster than a panther goes the lead from the clapper
Round up ya boys, get this round of applause

[Raw Dizzy]
They say I'm two faced, look, nigga, I ain't changed
Cause if I feel played, I'ma let the iron rain
Rrrang, bang bang with my gang, mane
Know how to slang 'caine, whoa, I can maintain

[Lil Wayne]
Bang bang, cross my chest
Bang bang, you cross ya chest
Toss ya chest in the mess with the rest, damn
[Hook]

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, light one up, man
We gon' ride out to this one, yeah
Yeah, stop playing, we so here, man
Hats low, money high, we high too
Fuck bitches, it's Young MoneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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In The BoothDrought Boy
Wizzle Fizzle Bizzle n your area

[Weezy Talkin]

Wen a nigga got money nd he ballin out
Wat dat Boyz worst fear
Fear of tha Drought
Wen tha block run dry nd tha work run out
But do we have fear
We got tha Drought

Tha Drought
Dats wen dem killaz come out
Dats wen tha jackin nd kidnappin you'll b hearin about
Happenz 2 Pitsburgh stealaz is out
So if u big Willer betta keep dem roethsburgz still in your house
I'm in tha off road H2 wheelin tha south
Jump in front of dat bytch nd c wat I am really about
Nd Naa
I neva been in your house
But my shyt hit so close 2 home
Lyke I'm fukkin your spouse
Nd I myte b fukkin your spouse
Wen u come home she take my dick off her tongue
Nd put my gun in her mouth
I'm out of breathe cause I'm runnin tha south
Nd u niggas juss runnin out
Runnin your mouth
Make me hundred grand your gang
Put a hundred thousnd on every street
Nd demand your ring MAAAN
Itz a manly game
Dat lil girl done jumped out of your stomache
Nd grown in2 a woman
U lil prickz study a nigga
Nd I ain't even stuntin u niggas
They wanna go nd rock my old jewelry
Fukk my Old Bytch
Chyllen with tha hoe she still smellin lyke my dick
U pussy man U smellin lyke a clit
I gotta wife at home
Nd still yellin I'm a PIMP
Nd tha copz think I'm sellin every brick
Cause I'm rollin with 20
Nd we got Aaron Neville chipz
Homeboy used to run so fast
But he ain't runnin no more
Cause he done ran into cash
I run in2 your bytch
I get manish on dat ass
Wen I finish
She gonna need a bandage 4 her ass
U type of niggas gone panic with tha gat
My goon squad come nd beat a granny with a bat
So who want em come try em who want em
Die em Hey Real I Rockabye em
Nd da shotz r fire
Nd nobody can save u Private Ryanz
Hold up hold up hold up
[Weezy Talkin]

I made u
Papa I AM
U betta ease by em cause my Glock a lion
Yea
I'm at tha top I'm flyin
U lil niggas can't stop a giant
Itz lyke u niggas is on a diet
No weight
Nd I'm Bumpin lyke an 808 Bytch
Strate Away Quick
Fast Break Crossover
Den I Sprayed away shyt
Den I fade away Swish
I made a wave bytch
Dats ryte I'm a beast
Tha comin 2 new orleanz at home
I'm tha east yea
1 7th ward wea I grew up
Ya'll lil niggas say alot but u gone do wat
Yea

C we gone do us
We gone do us x2
Young Money MothaFUKKAZ
Uh oh uh oh uh oh
ITz da Drought Boy x3
Do me all a favor nd listen 2 me
4 all lil niggas dissin me
I sed do me all a favor nd listen 2 me
4 all lil niggas dissin me

HAHAHAHAHA

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Everytime[Chorus]
And everytime I drink this much she feel amazing
Everytime I take these drugs I take my shirt off
Everytime she ride this dick she get her swerve on
She get her swerve on, on
And when I woke up I was in that pussy
Then I did donuts all up in that pussy, yeah
I bust like four nuts all up in that pussy, yeah
I be so focused while I'm in that pussy, yeah
She fell asleep and I was still inside her
Everytime she move she got a lil reminder, yeah
Everytime she move she got a lil reminder, yeah

[Verse 1]
Soon as she wake up she snort a lil Rihanna, yeah
Soon as I wake up I smoke some marijuana, yeah
If she don't shave that pussy, call it Harry Potter, lord
I ain't got no girlfriend, I ain't got no best friend no
I fucked all her girlfriends, I fucked all her best friends woah
I do donuts in that pussy, we turn up for breakfast
Call me Weezy F. Baby, the F. for finessing, yeah
And I ain't bring my glizzy boy, I brought that yappa
They taxing for that codeine, now I call my doctor, yeah
They taxing for that pussy now I stay monotonous
I got pounds of that kush and I just weighed my options, wait
Jewelry bright, diamonds brilliant and my watch is timeless
Got no worries, got no ceilings, I ain't got no conscience no
She know she gon' ride this dick like this dick a diablo, yeah
She sleep on this dick, when she wake up she wobble, yeah
[Chorus]
And everytime I drink this much she feel amazing
Everytime I take these drugs I take my shirt off
Everytime she ride this dick she get her swerve on
She get her swerve on, on
And when I woke up I was in that pussy
Then I did donuts all up in that pussy, yeah
I bust like four nuts all up in that pussy, yeah
I be so focused while I'm in that pussy, yeah
She fell asleep and I was still inside her
Everytime she move she got a lil reminder, yeah
Everytime she move she got a lil reminder, yeah

[Blank Verse 2]

[Chorus]
And everytime I drink this much she feel amazing
Everytime I take these drugs I take my shirt off
Everytime she ride this dick she get her swerve on
She get her swerve on, on
And when I woke up I was in that pussy
Then I did donuts all up in that pussy, yeah
I bust like four nuts all up in that pussy, yeah
I be so focused while I'm in that pussy, yeah
She fell asleep and I was still inside her
Everytime she move she got a lil reminder, yeah
Everytime she move she got a lil reminder, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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New Orleans Presidential ShitSayin Baby I'm A Good Fella & Bout To Make It
But I Been Made Hoe, I Been Paid Hoe
I Spent 2 Thousand Dollars On These Shades Hoe
I'm Red Hot I'm Ice Cold I Got Enuf Cheese To Keep Me Out That Mice Hole
I Got Nice Hoes I Got Bad Bitches
Yea Daddy Flippin
Hey where we From? (Tell Em) New Orleans
Hurricanes, Pussy Poppers, Murder Scenes
Hey what we drank? That Lean
Cause That Liquor Get A nigga Ass Beat?
Hey what we smoke? That piffin
Presidential Shit Bill Clinton
Black Phantom Windows Tinted
Presidential Shit Monica Lewinski
Bitch I'm Back For The Mother F*ckin Title It's Your Idol
Get Money Till I Die Got My Hand On The Bible
I'm a spray
With A Hand Full Of Rifle
If Your Man Feelin eiffel {tower} I'm a Make His Ass Lean (yea)
60 Grand Cut The Lights On
40 Grand For The Flow Cut The Mic On
That's Right Hoe
Purple with that
Bitch I'm On That Lean
And I'm On That Green
Won The Championship And I'm Still On That Team
And I'm The Romance Dream
And if you Feelin Cold Man I'm a Blow That Steam
And I'm So Damn Clean
These Lee's cost a stack, that's throwback jeans
You wouldn't know that, you don't roll like me
We in the buildin everything cool til I scream... !
Ridin In The Caddy Mo, Blowin Like Satchmo
I'm A High Strap Low Baby
Whatcha kno?
Tables Turn, picture changed, New Photo Different Frame
Money Up, Champagne, Still Posin Same Game
Cash Money Still Do It For The Money
Got A Black Car, Grey Car, Gas Card, Green Car
Back Yard Theme Park, Front Yard Car Show
I'm Somewhere In The House And It's Like Where Waldo?
10 Bricks Straight powder
Weezy F Straight Hustlin No Barcode
You Don't Know What My Heart Holds- Straight Fuel
Take Your Bitch From The Club Make Her Ass A Mule
Put Some Weight On Her Back Make Her Ass Move
She Get Daddy Money Back That's A Fast Move
40 G's One Chain That's A Man's Jewels
45 for The Jack Move
Smooth Out My Mansion To My Whip
I Leave The Bullshit Inside With My Bitch
Remove The Heavy Ass Gun From My Hip
Then Sit The Same Heavy Ass Strap On My Lap
I'm Steady As Crack With The Strap
I'm Heavy As The White But D'Wayne Not Fat
I'm Right Like
& The Fetti Is The Facts
The Birdman Jr Holla Back When U Stack
I'm Just Tryin To Let My Hair Back
And Chill Where They Got Some Air At, U Hear That?
Chamapgne, Clear Liquor, Put That Beer Back
Got Work So Cheap It's On Sears Racks
Holla At Me On The Low Once Ya Hear That
The Feds Buy Mixtapes Yea I'm Aware Of That
But This Is The Suffix You Scared Of That
When You Get Shot You Know Where U At
Hey Where We From (Tell Em)
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The prayerChorus X2
Before i sleep i pray to the lord my soul to keep and if i should die before i wake i pray to the lord my soul to take for goodness sake

Verse 1
I wrote my will just the other week and whats funny it was only one sheet and i know that's only one me but i hope i am everything my son be i'm tryna live rite stay on the drum beat but i'm in the fast lane in the front seat i wonder will i lose control of the maserati and hit sum tree just bein young me is there a heaven for G's and soldiers i can't got to hell cuz i'd take over i feel it aproachin but i ain't scared i made that bed and i should rest in peace

Chorus X2
Before i sleep i pray to the lord my soul to keep and if i should die before i wake i pray to the lord my soul to take for goodness sake

Verse 2
Yea and every time i see the sunshine i drop down and give thanks at least one time i feelin like im livin on the frontline im feelin like every second is crunch time ive had breakfeast will i make it to lunch time? and i ain't jokin so don't b lookin for punchlines will i be the next victim of a gun crime idk the answer thats y i brung mine ridin by myself late at nite pistol on my lap at every single red light yea i made my bed right so wen i do i should sleep tite in peace i rest

Chorus X2
Before i sleep i pray to the lord my soul to keep and if i should die before i wake i pray to the lord my soul to take for goodness sake

Verse 3
Bury me a gangsta cuz dats wat i live but don't cry for me i gave the best i could give i can only do me so thats wat i did and i cherish every breath of my kid i don't wanna go before she grow dat ain't cool but in this game of life i don't make the rules sh*t so thats y i get twisted so i can't feel it wen it hits me and my moms don't need dat on her but i see death around the corner and if he so happens to make his way around the block you gotta answer the door wen he knock believe dat

Chorus X2
Before i sleep i pray to the lord my soul to keep and if i should die bfore i wake i pray to the lord my soul to take for goodness sakeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Wife BeaterOoo girl you nasty
Ooo girl you nasty
Ooo girl you nasty
Ooo girl you nasty
Ooo girl you nasty
Ooo girl you nasty
Ooo girl you nasty

She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather
She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater
She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather
She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater

She's a nymphomaniac
Brainiac
Literally the smartest and the taken fact
She like girls so every girl is her theme song
She jump up on that dick and get her trampoline on
I'm tryna tell her how sexy she look wit cream on
And all she wanna know is why I still got my jeans on
Bounce till the springs gone
Ride ya till you can't continue
Head board of the bead banging like a gang member
And when I gotta headache I don't do the normal nursin'
When my skull hurtin' yea she my skull surgeon
She don't care if she get her hair or her neck pulled
She could go all night her heart pumps red bull
She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather
She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater
She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather
She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater

Wild wild west dough, though them girls white
Really give that best dome
Do do head, suck me dead
Leave that coffin wet, rub this lube up on yo chest
Playin wit yo tittie pierced, feelin like a kid again
Let the mammal in, hump ya like a camel skin
Into her lions den, Tyga dawg in this bitch
Woof woof like clifford no comic sh! t
She open it but bite them lips like piranhas heads
Put yo face way down, youz a gold digga
Sayin' flippa no city but that ass bigga
Young money n! gga, we don't know none these n! ggas
His girlfriend da only thing I remember ca-cause

She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather
She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater
She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather
She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater

She got stamina, she got endurance
She drive my d! ck crazy, I need insurance
She got stretch marks, cause she got children
Them bitches like soulja boy, they be round the house
YOU'RE IN!!
We never fuck in a bed that smell like urine (uuuhhh)
I'm getting my d! ck sucked, what're you doin?
She's a nympho, she done f*cked all my kin folks
She'll fuck ya 14 weeks straight, copy that? 10-4
She f*ck like a porn star, be bouncin' like a bad check
Head goin' up and down like hydraulics in her neck
Tee shirt with no panties on
She throw it back with no pain
And I ain't talkin' no domestic violence
But she'll take your wife beater
I don't know what to tell ya
Ca ca can't answer the phone I'mma have to email ya
She up in the spot, I just beat it round the clock
Wife beater and some socks, wife beater and some socks
(W-w-w-wife beater and some socks, wife beater and some socks)
C-c-co she up in my spot, co she up in my spot
I just beat her round the clock, b b b beat her round the clock
She a nympho, she a nympho

She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather
She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater
She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather
She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater

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Red Nation[Game - Verse 1]
Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95?s
I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June
Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man room
Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break, Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I live it
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes
Half of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die
Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my baby momma "won't you decide"
She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life
And all I do is ride
Before I turn on 'em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the ground
It's Red Nation!!!

[Lil Wayne]
Now Blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon fuck the World til that bitch bust nuts
I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, hoes down
Lookin' in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
[Game - Verse 2]
Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to 2Pac Shakur's halo
One blood, plural, nigga I'm spendin' Euro's
Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough
I'm up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like
Come up out ya hood, it ain't never all good
We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to actin' stupid
Get thrown in the back woods
Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
Pimp, hoes and gamblers
98 degree's on Christmas
Nigga we rollin' cannibus
Swisha sweet ain't it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it

That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
Ball by myself, Ochocinco
Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody bleed out here, word to God

[Lil Wayne]
Now Blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon fuck the World til the bitch bust nuts
I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, hoes down
Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
[Game - Verse 3]
Russia got a Red Flag
US got Red Stripes
Last train to Paris, round the World in these red Nikes
Che Guevara of the New Era, test me
Louieville slugger, you'll get buried in my era
Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum
Walk in the club saggin' with a 38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin' on a hill like Lauren
Her and the car foreign
Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on
And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan
Where my nigga Jim Jones at?
Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
And while I'm out here, I might as well go shopping
And put this new bad bitch I got her some red bottoms
And all these hatin' ass niggas want me dead
Cause I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED

[Lil Wayne]
Now Blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon fuck the World til the bitch bust nuts
I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, hoes down
Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the groundEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Flowers[Lil Wayne]
Tha Bizness, tha bizness, tha bizness
Tha bizness, tha bizness
And Imma give shawty the bizness
Tha Bizness, tha bizness
Yeah Imma give mama the bizness
Tha bizness

[Chorus]
Like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I was like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa oh ohhh
She was like damn damn damn damn damn damn damn
And we was like...
Yeah we was like...

Uh like hey lil mama
What chu say lil mama
Can you stay lil mama
I don't play lil mama

But I shall look deep in ya
And I will do whatever
I got a thing for ya ya ya ya...

That's what you say I do do do do
What I do do do do you you oh oh
[Chorus]
Like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I was like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa oh ohhh
She was like damn damn damn damn damn damn damn
And we was like...
Yeah we was like...

[Lil Wayne]
Now wait lil mama
Can I take you on a date lil mama
If I had my way
We'd be dating everyday lil mama
Now wait lil mama
We can go to my estate lil mama
You know I ate lil mama
Like a straight piranha
Uh uh, her face look flower
And I taste her flower
And I take that flower
And never give it back to
You, you, you, you, you, you

And it was like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoaa
And I was like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoaa
She was like damn damn damn damn damn damn damn
And we was like damn damn damn
Yeah we was like damn damn damn
[T-Pain]
Like hey there shawty
Look what I bought ya
It's a brand new ferrari
Equipped with no top on
And Ima get something for that
Yeah you already know that
Put it on my hope list
And baby Imma give it to youuu, you you you you you
Now what we gon do do do do do oh oh oh oh oh oh

He was like WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA
She was like WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOAAA WHOA WHOA WHOA
She was like DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN
Cos I hit her with the WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM
BRING IT ON down, down now that I bring it on down
Bring it on down down down down

Don't you know my name it's Lil Pain, T-Wayne
What we gon do do do what we gon do do do doEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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SweatGirl I wanna make you sweat
I love the way you do it like that
She a keeper, she keep that pussy wet
She a slurper til it ain't nothing left
The way she drop it on the floor
And baby I know what you want
Yeah girl I got what you need
I'm riding in the gatti with the windows full of steam

Boom let it out now
Get freak baby, gon' let it out now
Boom let it out now
Get freak baby, gon' let it out now

Yeah, tell me what you want, tell me what you want do
Way you spread it out girlfirend I want you
I'ma put it on you
Tell me when you're coming baby, I'ma come too
You're a pretty little thing, shawty I can't even lie
You racking up them sky miles cause you stay fly
You do it so well, you don't even gotta try
Got a nigga staring out the corner of my eye

And the way her body be banging
I swear you gotta be drinking every bottle in the club
Wake up with a story to tell
I'm just tryna have some fun, and I ain't looking for love
Girl I wanna make you sweat
I love the way you do it like that
She a keeper, she keep that pussy wet
She a slurper til it ain't nothing left
The way she drop it on the floor
And baby I know what you want
Yeah girl I got what you need
I'm riding in the gatti with the windows full of steam

Boom let it out now
Get freak baby, gon' let it out now
Boom let it out now
Get freak baby, gon' let it out now

Sweating so hard you need three or four towels
Shawty wanna be my boo like showtime at the Apollo
Weezy F, the F for follow, follow me straight to my condo
And get freaky bring you over, hit that ass just like a rhino
I'm from Hollygrove, I still hang with L
I make them bitches, they waiting to exhale
I'm on some gangsta shit, I knock your head off
You bark up my tree, that's a dead dog
Where them hoes at tell 'em I said wassup
I like a shaved pussy, no razor bumps
Yeah, YMCMB, when I step on stage, them hoes sweat like I'm Keith
Girl I wanna make you sweat
I love the way you do it like that
She a keeper, she keep that pussy wet
She a slurper til it ain't nothing left
The way she drop it on the floor
And baby I know what you want
Yeah girl I got what you need
I'm riding in the gatti with the windows full of steam

Boom let it out now
Get freak baby, gon' let it out now
Boom let it out now
Get freak baby, gon' let it out now

Say you got friends shawty, you can bring 'em too
When I put this D on you, what you gon' do
Yeah, she got a diva attitude
Fell in love with me when she saw my tattoo
An' I ain't like these other niggas girl, cause they lame
These niggas ain't ballin' baby, sub me in the game
Got so drunk shit, I forgot her name
Whippin' that Bugatti while she givin' me brain

You the flyest girl I done seen
Bursting outta them jeans
I'm saying shawty wassup
Cause you killin' these other hoes
And I don't mean to be mean, but shawty I'm trying to fuh
Girl I wanna make you sweat
I love the way you do it like that
She a keeper, she keep that pussy wet
She a slurper til it ain't nothing left
The way she drop it on the floor
And baby I know what you want
Yeah girl I got what you need
I'm riding in the gatti with the windows full of steam

Boom let it out now
Get freak baby, gon' let it out now
Boom let it out now
Get freak baby, gon' let it out now

YMCMB baby, uh huh
It's YMCMB baby, ah hah
YMCMB baby, ah
Now buss it open for me baby
Now buss it, now buss it open, buss it wide open
Now buss it, just buss it open, buss it wide open
Now won't you run and get ya gat for me
Cause I'm a gangsta ass nigga from YMCMBEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Gangsta PartyFeat. Lil B
[Lil Wayne]
I got a whole lotta money, pop that pussy for me
My homie got that yopper, he'll bang it at a copper
Ay! Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party
Stove on my waist, cook yo' ass up - gourmet
All-black .44, do you want fo'play?
I'm goin at your face like Oil of Olay
No champagne, but you know my flag Rosé
Swagger on steroids -- Canseco, José
No Limit Records, we so +Bout It, Bout It+
I'm higher than a bitch, feel like I climbed a fuckin mountain
Illest nigga you know, my accountant's still countin
Shot hit him a minute ago, but his body's still bouncin
Beam on the hammer, beam on ya forehead
Gotta kill the witnesses 'cause Birdman car red
Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street creature
Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher
I live in Miami, nigga I'll South Beach ya
Robin Leach, uh, THAT'S how we ballin
You know that I'm loaded, but please don't think it's sweeter
Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena
Them hoes on Young Money, tell them hoes we comin
Boy, we get it poppin, we ain't savin hoes, we swappin
Yeah, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party
Big head Desert Eagle, call it shotty
How'd you get that money? Stunna taught me that
That Zan took me under, patron brought me back
I'm leanin on these muddahfuckers like I caught a flat
And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat, HA~!
What the lick read? I'm in the big league
I'm a breath of fresh air, let the bitch breathe!
I'm tryna to chillax but I had to do it, death
I'm at the funeral like "I had to do it, Rev!"
Mack you my big brother, I split a wig for you
Put that on their repeat, until they bury me
Moment of clarity, yeah that's my diamond game
I keep a fine bitch, 'cause I like the finer things
He-haha! ...Fuck with me slime
No brain on the whip, I've got nothin in mind, haha
Carter IV! They ain't fuckin with mine
I drop that "Sorry 4 the Wait" to make up for the time, YEA!
[Lil B]
Yeah I do my thang, bitch what's up?
Young Based God, came in with the ballers
Iced-out chain, bitch, I'm rich off that same shit
Sixty-five hoes on my dick, bitch it's Christmas
Straight Westside, Bay Area bitch I'll grave em
Pretty boy shit, Based God from the angles
On like a cradle and you niggas can't stop me
Shouts out to Mack Maine, gettin rich and cocky
Bitch it's still Westside, shouts out to Weezy
Young Based God with that fifty-five heater
187 bitch, I-I pull a 2-11 bitch
With that tiny shirt mayne, and that...tiny pants mayne (Meow...swag!)
I'm on Based World and I fuck wit, Cash Money niggas
Don't understand man, the game like a chain, mayne
That WOO! WOO! Swag, bitch! Brr-rang-dang-dang-dang mayne
Bruh, off the top, I'm a Wolfpack hitter
Man, my life just a painting, and I, paint you a picture, mayne
Think about it. a young paid-ass nigga
This that stuntin music, yeah bitch, I just dos it
It's Lil B, and I'll muh'fuckin prove it, we run it!

(Swag!) Manye, shouts out to Lil Wayne, baby
(Shouts out to New Orleans!)
I can't believe niggas gettin money down there FUCK with me!
SWAG! (Weezy, I see you, what it do?)
Motherfucker party with bitches mayne, what it do?
(EH-HEHEHEHEHEH!) Yeah... Ayyyyy!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Amazing LoveGot me a caddy and a trunk full of luggage in december, december
If it go through trial ill be missing every christmas like forever, forever
Lets go!
Sometimes I feel like giving up
But she call and I can't stop from pickin up the phone
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Oooooo the love
Ooooooo you know
And you know
Feel like flowers in the morning after very bad weather
Out my mind all the time but the sign said take a new direction, direction
Let's go!
Sometimes I feel like givin up, NOOOO
Then she fall and I can't stop from pickin up Ooo
Because!
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Oooooo the love
Ooooooooo You know
And you know
(Gudda gudda)
Give it to me
(Wayne)
Uhhh Muhla baby
Muhla baby
(Gudda gudda)
They say she bad for a nigga and I know it
But it seem like I can't keep my mind off her
And she a bad mothafucka when she make that kitty purr
And that ass real soft like fur
Word I'm trippin
No suitcase no luggage
Goin back in forth like Aaliyah I'm buggin
Her good love got me runnin back
But she give me head, make my eyes roll back
Gotta kick it like a bad habit
Yeah I'm addicted i'm her addict
Try to make a left turn, gotta go another route
But I make a U-turn now im back in front her house
Yeah all my niggas say I'm crazy, I might be crazy but she's amazing
Yeah all my niggas say I'm crazy, I might be crazy but she's amazing
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the loveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Got My(feat. Lil Wayne)

(Lil Wayne:)
I got them greens n them yellows n them purples and that purple in my duffle like I'm in a playas circle and homie you's a square and that's why your girl in my circle and I be killin these hoes n she just another murder I should be arrested I should be molested I told you I'm the best and that should not be contested flow so sick how could you not be infected I got that dope how could she not be injected

I got my tailored made suit, I got my rims on shine, I got my goons in the back, I got my

(Static Major:)
Party like as rock star but she cutting rocks yeah but I got that guap ya'll looking for a hot broad and she could get knocked off once we get our rocks off it's a ups drop off I'm riding with the top off aka boss hog they said I was a lost cause nahhh I'm riding with the top off aka boss hog watch me brush them hatas off

(Chorus:)
I got my tailored made suit, I got my rims on shine, I got my dark blue feather, I got my purple in the bag, I got my bottle on ice, I got my first class ticket, I got my goons in the back

(Static Major:)
First I valet the car, check into my five star hotel, O well, I got 500 horses on 4 wheels and the ice around my neck will give you cold chills aka Eskimo grew up on dixie loaf now it's just filet minion I chase her with a lobster tail I insist I got the bill uhh I got the bill

(Chorus:)
I got my tailored made suit, I got my rims on shine, I got my dark blue feather, I got my purple in the bag, I got my bottle on ice, I got my first class tickets, I got my goons in the back I got my

(Static Major:)
We gonna play it like we at the fiesta I go in hard at the grand cosina flippin chips to all my mamamitas let me see you shake ya keista

(Chorus:)
I got my tailored made suit, I got my rims on shine, I got my dark blue feather, I got my purple in the bag, I got my bottle on ice, I got my first class tickets, I got my goons in the back I got myEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Wayne Convos[Lil Wayne]
Man we gon' hold it down. Young Money man, DJ Drama though. Aphilliates nigga. Pay close attention nigga. It's Weezy motherfuckin' baby. DJ the fuck Drama. Holla' at that boy DJ Drama

[DJ Drama]
Y'all niggas making this too easy man, c'mon catch up! Wayne talk to 'em!

[Lil Wayne]
This right here for real is the dedication to everybody around this motherfucka'. Nah mean? This is the mixtape massacre. Nah mean? Drama then finally came fuck with that boy, Weezy, then finally came to New Orleans 'n' said "Weezy I gotta get you on the Gangsta Grillz" so now y'all already know it's crazy. Y'all already knew. I'm down with the king, my nigga T.I. Yes sir. I ain't tryna be new king. That's my nigga. Down with the king. Fuck it. Nah mean? Holla at your boy Weezy F. Baby. Please don't get it twisted man. This right here like I said is the dedication to the people we don' lost in the past to the people we losing in the future. Nah mean? This is the dedication to everybody man. People behind bars. You ain't gonna see the daylight any minute man. This for y'all manEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Secretary[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
She is so sick, and I would love to be her patient
And I will work every day as long as she's my occupation
Be, be, don't you wanna be
Be my secretary, she's my secretary
He's just secondary, we do what we wanna
He don't have the slightest
He thinks she's the nicest
I think she's so nasty
We do it so often
It seems like a job now
Like a nine to five now

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Don't you wanna be (don't you wanna be)
Be my secretary (be my secretary)
Come and work for me (come and work for me)
Whatever's necessary (whatever's necessary)

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
She's my employee of the month
Because of her I never learned how to role a blunt
She do everything for me, roll magazine for me
Shawty act like she gotta run away from him for me
Wayne, lemme quit talkin' and watch where I'm walkin'
I don't wanna step on toes, 'cause her homey gettin' angry
Overtime at the job is keepin' his girl from home
Nine to five or regular hours, but her shift's six to ten
She goes home at ten to be happy with her man
Till I need her too clock back in
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
You can check her resume and see what you will find
She has never missed a day and she has always been on time
When he's not in, that's when she clocks in
And if the bible says it's wrong, God don't forgive us for our sins

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Weezy F, motherfuckin' Baby
Weezy F, motherfuckin' Baby
Come and see the motherfuckin'
Come and see the motherfuckin'
Weezy F, motherfuckin' Baby
Come and see the motherfuckin' hospital
Weezy F, motherfuckin' Baby
Come and see the motherfuckin' hospitalEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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NastyDamn She Bad
Damn She Thick
And I Mite Not Know Perfect But Damn She Eat
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-Ru
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 Want Do That Too
I Will ??? 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 And Take Flight
My Nigga T.I. Is The King I Am The Prince..Your Knight
You Dont Need A Superman..You Just Need A Man Likk Weezy

[Ciara: Sings]"Babyy"

[Lil Wayne:]
And I Can Make You Feel The Same Way
We Can Pospone And Stay Home Likk A Rain Date
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..But 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..My Caramel Sherbert
Call Your Mama We Can Make A Baby
N The Way You Work The Mic In Your Video Is So
[Ciara: Sings] "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 Your Teacher
B Your Proffessor..Write Down This Lecture
You Want Some Extra Credit? Lemme Check Your Homework
I Can B Your Tutor And Help You With Exams
No Feelings? Or It's Some Murta For You
You Got Them Goodies And I Got A Sweet Tooth
Now Can Yall Blame Me?
Shiit..Hov Got B And I Just Want C
C I Just Want To See If Your R Taller Than Me
Naw Realy I Just Wanna See If You R Mrs. Carter To Be
Yeah I Know This Is Pretty Awkward For Me
But I Just Act Likk You Are Talking To Me When You Say

[Ciara:]
"Ooohhh..I Mean Everything That I Say..From The Bottom Of My Heart..
I Would Never..Never Ever..Hurt You
I Open My Heart..Open My Heart"
[Lil Wayne:]
Beleive Dat.. And I Agree Dat
Open Up Your Heart To Me And You Won't Get Your Key Back
Miss Ciara You Are Colder Than Blue
And Baby I Ain't Talkin To Nobody Else But

[Ciara:]
"Youuuuu...There's Nothing I Won't Do Baby..To Spend My Life With You..
I Give My Life To You..I Promise That I Will Never Lie..Oohh"

[Lil Wayne:]
Ayyy Sweetheart..I Dont Care What Nobody Say Real Niggas Gonna Show Respect
Ya Dig!
Ayy Darling You R All That..Whatever That Is..I'd Sure Likk To Know
Ha Ha!!
Let Me Kut That Out
But Straight Up Mama..I Just Did This Ma Because You Deserve It
I'm Out!!!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Money, Drugs, Bitches, LiquorThese niggas are not like me
I been playin bapes since niggas thought they was bootleg nikes
This hoe put my name in a lot of bullshit, tryin to spite me
Guess she upset, cause she know I gotta wifey
Million dollar niggas still pushin Dodge Magnums
It holds 10 bodies, dependin on how ya stack em
Young boy never been attracted to madness
I'm inside watchin re-runs on "What's Happenin"
Lu been stackin, boy been concert since Wayne had my silver g wagon
Hot Spitta got a flow so proper
All these girls watchin me like soap operas
Money, drugs, bitches, liquor
Money, drugs, bitches, liquor
Money, drugs, bitches, liquor
Let's have ourselves a party!
Ye
And ya know I'm not playin man
You want a concert, well ya gotta pay the man
Look at my shirts and socks, call it the gator man
My cross over good, that's how I shake dem haters man
Ye
I got girls all over
Tell me what cha like and I'll call em over
I'm a high roller
And I ain't got no dogs in my yard, but I own a couple rovers
And you know how I get down there
Call before ya come, don't pop around here
Because it ain't be tellin who be found here
Either cookin cocoa cheese griss around here
Money, drugs, bitches, liquor
Money, drugs, bitches, liquor
Money, drugs, bitches, liquor
Let's have ourselves a party!
Ballin with shawty, she all over me
Um me how could a bitch say no to me
And I don't f*ck with them niggas
I want money, drugs, bitches, liquor
You know when I first got my deal, I got two porsches
And a hundred pairs of all white Air Forces
Never seen me with a bitch that ain't gorgeous
The boy flow hotter than papa pan's porridge
Pull out the garage in a Lotus
No it ain't the newest model out but it's hard to notice
I got more ice than a super-sized drink
And I know I'm the shit, I don't care what you think
You niggas ain't livin by the gun
I have you in a hospital bed being visited by nuns
Y'all pussy and I smell it
Make me stretch cheese on your head like a interval helmet
Money, drugs, bitches, liquor
Money, drugs, bitches, liquor
Money, drugs, bitches, liquor
Let's have ourselves a party!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Thank You[Jae Millz]
Black and grey pink stripes suit
Marc Jacobs hard bottoms I'm fly spreading my wings like true
And my date yeah she beautiful too
She went easy on the make-up but the bitch still cute
We ease out the Rolls and proceed forward, ain't a soul I'm passing twice
Feeling like a Graduation with all of these Flashing Lights
You fuckin right a lot of Veuve Clique gon' splash tonight
You damn right a lot of wives gon’ get smashed tonight
Red carpets, cameras, I say: “Millz yikes”
Shit this must be what victory feel like
Got you niggas stuck like still-life’s
Weezy told me: ‘kid we bout to know what makin' history feel like’
Young Money got 'em about to hurl like Garnett
I throw my hands in the air and scream: “Top of da world''
The champs have arrived thanks for the applause
You are far too kind, now pass us our award

[Mack Maine]
Pass me that H20, I'm in the H2
Passing all my old bitches they hollering out I hate you
New bitches that I don't know like, Mack I wanna date you
Walt Disney on Ice, every time I skate through
I got that blue flame flow, its inferno
Chlamydia type of words, they will burn you
Your flesh is what I burn through, I’m son-ing you niggas, I'm paternal
I ain't going' nowhere, like Joe Paterno
I'm still calling shots from the press box
I make you niggas cough up a lung like S. Dot
Put hot sauce on my bullets, now ya flesh hot
Glove over my shooting hand, when I feel the Tecs hot
You niggas on da bench y’all gets no P.T
Because you can't ball hard like B.D., you niggas wanna be me
When you at home you listen to my CD
And roll your eyes every time you see me
I used to bump to B.G., I got a White House that ain’t in D.C
Try Atlanta nigga, me and my brother Toon
We riding round in Phantoms nigga, and Maybachs
With wheels that cost a fortune like Pat Sajak
And we still got that Vanna White
We done made it from Hollygrove to this, nigga this a Fabulous Life
Honeycomb hideout, Young Money beehive
Let me move to the side here comes the best rapper
[Lil Wayne]
And I will not lose
I got them bitches looking at the bottom of my shoes
Call me first place Carter, I live in the lead
I’ma die with the title, and winning is vital
Women is after we get that money right now
My paper chase me it’s on my heels like some white socks
I’ma just go, cause I don’t really like stop
Pull this bitch out and shoot you once in da right spot
Y’all niggas phony, the top is so lonely
I had to tell the Devil you gone have to postpone me
Right now I’m in a race, in a race against time
Cause everybody else is like a race against mom
But momma kind a fast though, momma told me smash though
So I’m about to smash yo motherfucking ass ho
Motherfucking asshole, yeah I know this
But when you get cash out da asshole you got to be on some shit
Future billionaire, yeah I got to be on da list
Got a runway in my pants, cause all the models be on my dick
Young Money, Young Money, swallow that shit bitch
Santa Claus killer with a holiday shit list
You could check my imprint two new Tecs and a M-10
Every bullet in him swell up like a Blimp and
I get money hoe, what the hell I look like pimping?
Bitch I’m winning, ya dig!?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Rise Up[Chorus: Andra Day]
And I rise up
And I rise up
And I rise up
And I rise up
I rise up
[?]
I rise up

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and so I rise
The news on TV, I roll my eyes
The good and the bad, it's do or die
Like a snake with two heads saying "Blow out mines"
Lord knows I'm trying, I just hope I'm fine
If I live to see tomorrow, Lord you're too kind
And I know in due time it'll be the end of time
So if I buy some time that's some expensive time
Until my time is up I'm in the sky's above
My eyes may be closed but I'm alive enough
My eyes may be red, I seen a lot of bloods
Started from the bottom, now it's bottoms up
Got a couple questions, no response to one
That's live for who? And that's die for what?
I know I'm the guy that only God can judge
I'ma rise up til I rise above, yeah
Tunechi
[Chorus: Andra Day]
And I rise up (Tunechi)
And I rise up (Mula baby)
And I rise up
And I rise up
I rise up
[?]
I rise up3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Outro (Disc 2)[Fake Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, check, check
Look, look
Psych!

[Spoken: Lil Wayne]
Hahaha! This the end, nigga, fuck that, y'all niggas crazy. Y'all think I'm 'bout to rap on this dude's shit? Man, this shit is perfect like it is. That's my nigga! Wait, that nigga ain't no nigga, huh? But that's my nigga Rob, fuck with ya boy! You already know what it is, man.

Look here. Hold on. This the outro, bitches! So, if you think I'ma say your name or say something 'bout ya or—or—or— something: listen. If you don't wanna hear this shit, go 'head and start the mixtape over. I hope you enjoyed!

It's Da Drought 3, ya dig? Only for y'all! I hope you got it free! Haha! No charge! Uh-uh! Lotta niggas don't do that. I don't even know why I do it, but I do it!

But anyway, let me light the blunt! Mmm, that's that granddaddy shit right there. Make your eyes close and shit. Know what I'm talkin bout? But um, I'm in this bitch! Weezy F. Baby, yeah, alright!

Um, Young Money, Cash Money, Dipset, Skull Gang, Terror Squad! J-J-Just a couple people I fuck with, ya dig? No homo!

So to start it off, I'ma shout out Young Money. What up, Spitta, Curren$y? Mack Maine? Raw Dizzy? Yeah! Young Ronnie! Red, L, I see you. Yeah, we go to New York; Ms. Nicki Minaj, yeah! Young Money! We gon' do it big this year! Remember that, Nicki Minaj, Young Money, Curren$y, Young Money! Lil Chuckee, I see you! Stay in school boy! Look here. Um, T! Po, E! Streets! Yeah, Boo! Boo back, y'all! Boo got a blunt in his ear, haha! Snack! Cici, bitch, bring that fucking car back! Haha, the people gon' get ya, b. Ha! Lou, baby, yeah. Hold on. Nacho. Chuck, bitch, you crazy, yeah. Yeah, Boobie, I see you, looking like Aaron McKie and shit. Hahahaha! Yeah! Young Money!

If I forgot ya, man, you know it ain't nothin like that, man, don't even much trip. I see you Weezy, yeah. Come on, man, um...

Cash Money! Big Roof, I see ya, unc'! Joe, OG! Kay! I see you! Squaleezy! Greg, what's poppin? LowJack, the boss, biatch! Yeah, what up, 'cuz? Look here. Jay! Suga Don! Slim! Mr. Williams, I gotcha, ya dig? Brian, Baby, Be-at-rice, Bubba, Stunna, whatever! You already know I love every one of 'em, nigga! Shawty! It's Junior!

Dipset! Killa! Flea! Yessir! Capo, I see ya. Both of 'em: Capito from the Eastside, and Capito from the Eastside! Haha, yeah.!
Um. 'Elz, My brother from another! Ya dig? Santaña! Tell them hoes, "call me, mañana!" Hahaha, I'm Tony Montana! I ain't even gon' tell them 'bout that. That's that white thing— That's that white— That— all that— that fleet of white my nigga got. Elz! I know y'all saw him on Cribs. We killing you bitches. Black Republicans! Ahahaha! I Can't Feel My Face, coming too soon. The album!

Yeah, Like Father, Like Son in stores. If you got it, you are great!

I love who you love and hate who you hate, baby. It's Weezy F. Baby, man. Listen, I just love music. I love to rap. I love what I do

Joey Crack! Brisco! All-Star! Yo Gotti! Mhm! Try not to forget nobody! Young Chris Breezy, Young Lloyd, I see y'all! Bow-Weezy, holla at ya boy! Sammie, nigga, I still fuck with you! I'm talking 'bout the singer, nigga. Yeah! Hahaha, not Sammy the Bull, uh-uh. Ha-ha-ha-HA! Real niggas gon' respect it!

Um, Eastside New Orleans! Uptown New Orleans! Downtown New Orleans! Westbank New Orleans! Yahh! I see ya!

By the way, I got ya! Mhm!

305, Miami, I'd like to thank ya for— for making such a great place for me and my father and family to come, a-and— and share our— the rest of our wealth and our love with y'all. Thank you. Thank you. We couldn't have picked a better place. Miami, 305, I owe a lot to y'all. That's why I give back!

DJ Khaled! Listennnn... We the best! Who? We! Ya dig? Bigg D, I see you in Santos, nigga! Ha! Yeahhh! Larry Dog, so stupid, ha! I even say Jay the pitcher, man. That's my nigga!

Ozone Magazine! My girl. What's happening? Sister 2 Sister Magazine! That's my girl, too. What's happening?

All my staff, everybody who help me. Everybody who think they help me. Everybody who don't give a fuck about me. All y'all

My family. Reginae! Jacida! Rabbit! Rest in peace. I see ya, Antonia! Haha! Mrs. Carter, stop tripping! I was talking to them, not you, Nia—I was telling them to stop tripping, 'cause I know you be tripping, so. Stop tripping.

But, um. Everybody else, man. Everybody else. Mark, I see you. Yeah!

This is dedicated to Mercedes Carter. That's my grandmother!
Magnolia Slim! Y'all know him as Soulja Slim. Chris Wallace! Notorious B.I.G. Mr. 2Pac Shakur, of course. Big Pun! Nuh' sure. Ahh! Aaliyah! Left Eye! Big L! Proof! Big Phil!

T.I., nigga, I see ya! That's my big brother, ya dig? What up, Rick Ross? Everybody in the game. Young Jeezy. Game! Young Buck

Yeah. All the producers. Scott Storch! Tim! Swizzy. Mannie Fresh. All y'all niggas. Pharrell! Yeah. Um, The Runners, Young Yonny, DVLP, Angel

Drew, baby! Drew and Fabian, y'all niggas is crazy. You— You want your music to sound right? Drew and Fabian, ha!

Nikki, baby, I see you. Get my hair right all the time, got my gear right all the time. I fucks with you, baby. I love you. Yeah!

Um. If anyone who thought hip-hop was dead, um. Last time I called the bitch, she said, uh. I said—I said—I said, "Bitch—Bitch—Bitch, if you gon' die on me, I'm—I'm gon' walk out and leave ya stupid ass." A-a-a-and, um. Then, th-th-this what the bitch told me. Th-th-this what she told me. She said:

[Sample: Robin Thicke]
I'm lost without you, can't help myself
How does it feel to know that I love ya, baby?
I'm lost without you, can't help myself
How does it feel to know that I love ya, baby?

[Spoken: Lil Wayne]
And I love you, too, hip-hop!
Weezy!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Calling Me Killer[Lil Wayne]
Killer!
Huh?
Callin' Lil Wayne (Wayne) a...
...killer!
What? What?
Killer!
What? What?
Check!

[Verse 1]
Hold up, you now under the deep cover of the lil' slugger
Callin' me head busta
Run with me K - blucka
Niggas done fled from-a...
...me infrared, sucka
If him wan' play, busta,...
...come make me dead, busta
Beanie'-a half-way out my nappy head
But I don't care - I just grab my clip, slap and spray
Anywhere - it don't matter where a nigga stay
Just believe me when I say, "Guerrilla warfare"
I swear, it be some more drama about these bags
Niggas in black drive Jags - camouflage rags
Niggas' domes get bust wide open with blood and sweat
Niggas ridin' off in Hummers - laughin', drinkin' Moette
You know me: Corlleon, standin' four feet
I'm to-tin' cannons, wearin' Rolies
See, these lil' boys, they ain't really up on my game
But once I run into that nigga playin' with Wayne, man
See, when I spin-a you bend then I be on you block
But when me jump out with the chop-chop, my nogga, you drop
Now where your niggas at, comradie? They not with you now
I guess they heard that when I'm ridin' I make the crew stop
Now, is you 'bout what I'm 'bout?
If you 'bout what I'm 'bout, you 'bout drama
Thuggin' in broad day with four Glocks, a knife, and a chopper
I'm runnin' away, don't get in my way
My nigga!
Callin' me head busta!
Caller callin' me killer!
(Hook [Lil Wayne])
Them callin' me killer
Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga
My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want
Full of blunts
Look out your window, see who in the front
Me!

Them callin' me killer
Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga
My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want
Full of blunts
Look out your window, see who in the front

[Verse 2]
Check!
Now as the heat flame up
Them lookin'-a down the street, them think they see Wayne truck
Him whole block don't scare me cause me get me thing and bust
Them know that Hot Boys known to be dangerous
Now U.P.T. come down - chopper city in the ghetto, my man
Now who that be in the car with the chopper? Oh, it's Lil' Wayne
I get my K - cock, aim, and put holes in your brain
Give me that rag, you ain't no soldier - wipe the blood off my chain
Gettin' blisty...
...off in a black F-150
'Bout to do the old usual - hit your block, just spittin'
Heads spinnin' like a set of seventeens or somethin'
Respect me for who I be: seventeen, head-bustin'
Because-them
(-Hook [Lil Wayne])

[Verse 3]
Check!
Original Hot Boy - land-cruisin' with guns
I shall be the one who burn the block up
Never miss when I distribute anger up out my Cali'
Hundred shots automatic
Leave ya hopeless in the alley
Now, when a nigga runs up
If the nigga love his life he would have his guns up
Just because of the simple fact that I'm a Hot Boy,...
...and got boys that got toys to stop noise
See, when me ride off in the Hummer, leave him set empty
Now him catch three cause him want beef
Now, me tried to tell the stupid boy, "Don't mess-a with me."
Now look at him - open up his casket and see
Click-clack my mack, twist my Philly cap to the back
Jump in the black and scream "war", and just "pow! pow!"
How you love me now?  With five barrels to your eye
The scene gets wild, and everybody gon' die
What the dillio? Fill a four-four clip
You'll get flipped for runnin' off at the lip
Who behind the gun flame?...
...blunt hang,...
...and twistin'?
It's Mis-ter Wayne
Come splittin' when I spit
(Hook- [Lil Wayne])

[Lil Wayne]
-Me!
See, them callin' me killer
Huh?
Because them callin' me killer
What?
Them niggas callin' me killer
Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga
What?
Callin' me killer
(Killer)
Callin' me killer
(Killer)
Them callin' me killer (Killer!)
Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga (Killer!)
Killer!
What?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Girls Forever[Verse 1]
She said, "Oh"
She said, "Woo"
I said, "So?"
She said, "No"
She said, "Go, you got to go"
I said, "I know"
She said, "No"

[Bridge]
And every time I'm with this chick
We fuck like we in a relationship
I want to stay forever, but

[Hook]
I love them then leave them come back and then leave them again
The Tina's and the Gina's
The Lisa's and Teresa's
The Keyshia's and Alishia's
I love them then leave them come back and then leave them again
The Judy's and the Suzy's
The Stacy's and the Tracy's
The Ana's and the Hannah's
I love them then leave them come back and then leave them again
Again, again
I love them then leave them come back and then leave them again
[Verse 2]
"Hey"
She said, "Hey"
I said, "Pay"
She said, "No Way"
I said, "Stay"
She said, "Wait"
She said, "Pay"
She said, "Stay"
Yeah

[Bridge]
And every time I'm with this chick
We fuck like we in a relationship
I want to play forever, but

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
To meet a new friend
Just to find myself, I hide myself
Girl, so I guess I pretend
Like I'm into me
And the game open, with
The Tina's and the Gina's
The Lisa's and Teresa's
The Keyshia's and Alishia's, yeah
The Judy's and the Suzy's
The Stacy's and the Tracy's
The Ana's and the Diana's, yeah
The Ange's and the Tange's
The Tamie's and the Camie's
The Dora's and the Nora's-es, yeah
The Molly's and the Dolly's
The Maggie's and the Sandie's
I love them then leave them come back and then leave them again
Again, again
I love them then leave them come back and then leave them again
Again (x6)
I love them then leave them come back and then leave them again
Again (x3)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Studio(Intro)
Haha, yeah
Young Weezy Baby
Come To Tell Ya'll Today About A Lil Problem I Be Having
Oh Man See It's Like When I'm Down In The Studio
When I'm Down
When I'm Down In The Studio
Doing She Don't Think It's What I'm Doing
When It's Her That I'd Rather Be Doing

(Hook 1-Lil Wayne)
But Right Now I'm In The Studio Making This Track
My Girl At Home All Over My Back
She Blowin’ Up My Phone
She Tells Me She's Alone
I Say I Won’t Be Long
Let Me Finish This Song
But Right Now I'm In The Studio Eating This Track
My Girl At Home Begging Me To Come Back
Okay I’m Coming Home
And When I Get Home
Girl I’m Gonna Kill It Like I’m Killing This Song
But Right Now I'm In The Studio

(Verse 1-Lil Wayne)
Man Just Record Me
And Even With An Equal Sign You Couldn’t Pause Me
Haha Yeah
This Is The Office
Come Be My Secretary
Baby This Is The Office
And My Office Hours Are 9-5
But You Can Be My 6-10
I'mma Say It Again
And My Office Hours Are 9-5
But You Can Be My 6-10
But Right Now I’m In The Studio
And Every Time I Try To Say That’s What I’m Doing
She Just Think It's An Excuse
And I’m Out Tryna Get Some New Pussy
I Tell Her I'mma Hustla Baby
And New Money Feels Better Than New Pussy
But Right Now I’m In The Studio
And Every Time I Try To Say That’s What I’m Doing
She Just Think It's An Excuse
And I’m Out Tryna Get Something New
Okay Honey I’m Home
And Yeah I’m Tired But If I Fall Asleep
Then Shawty Shawty Fall Asleep On You
(Hook 2-Lil Wayne)
It's Like When I'm Down In The Studio
When I'm Down In The Studio
But When I'm Down In The Studio Tryna Make A Track
My Girl Be At Home All Over My Back
And Every Time I Say That’s What I’m Doing
She Don't Think It's What I'm Doing
When It's Her That I'd Rather Be Doing
But Right Now I'm In The Studio Making This Track
My Girl At Home Begging Me To Come Back
Okay I’m Coming Home
And When I Get Home
Girl I’m Gonna Kill It Like I’m Killing This Song
But Right Now I'm In The Studio

(Verse 2-Mack Maine)
Man, Just Record Your Boy
If I Sound A Lil Pissed
Disregard Ya Boy
My Baby Girl Really Acting Like A Baby
Sending Text Stressed
Tryna Make It Hard For Ya Boy
I’m Like Shawty Better Use Your Toy
See A Nigga Never Absent
But I Might Be Tardy
Lordy, Lordy, I Likes To Party
See I Could Be With Two Freaks
About To Have An Orgy
Or I Could Be With Pamela
Could Be With Audrey
Instead I’m Telling The Engineer “Dude Just Record Me”
And As Soon As Angel Records Me
That’s More Gucci, More Prada, More Louie V
See Every Verse Bring Us Closer To Our Dream House
Now We Closer To The Things That We Dream ’Bout
And When I Get Home I Ain’t Tryna Go To Sleep
But If I Fall Asleep
Then Shawty Shawty Fall Asleep On You
Aye Why You Acting Like That

(Hook 3-Lil Wayne)
I say I’m Coming Back
And When I Get Back
I Told Her I'mma Eat It Like I’m Eating This Track
And She Came Down To The Studio When She Heard That
She Walked In To The Vocal Booth And Laid On Her Back
I Ain’t Even Start The Song
I Put My Face Where It Belong
And Then I Let Her Sing On My Private Microphone
It Went Down In The Studio Making This Track
Now Every Time She Hears It
It Make Her Think Back
Think Back To The Day
To The Day She Came To The Studio And Now
All She Ever Wanna Know Is If I’m Down In The StudioEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Shine for Life[Lil Wayne]
Catch me I'm stumbling but no I'm never slipping
I come up out that water with nothing dripping, who fucking with him
I'm the guy they call the Carter the slaughter house
I go hard don't try cause I ride like the Marlins
Come buy I supply you with quarters
And bricks if your money that thick
I ain't running I'm running this bitch, sun on my wrist
I rock that, That rose ? parkay with the crock strap (Damn)
I stroll every single day with the Glock strap (Blam)
I'm spittin like Pac back (Wham)
I got that Bentley GT same color as rock crack
Interior stock black, but don't get popped at
I watched half my neighborhood get kept back
The other half sleeping where its best at
Minor set backs, this is grown man talk minor get back
I just had to stress that, talk to 'em B

[Hook: Baby]
You better know about the game of life
Cause When you hustle you can shine for life
You better know it could happen tonight
When your hood rich living the life
You got the money that could change the frame
And have a bitch just loving your game
You Got a Benz and a brand new Range
With 26's all over them thangs
[Lil Wayne]
Hey, I made a few adjustments, but for better justice
I get that cheddar fuck em.. maybe motherfuck 'em
I'm handing nothing to 'em but a plate of murder
It ain't beef if you can't make a burger... Nigga
I'm on the streets you on the curb
Ain't no talking to police cause we don't speak the same word
Who that, Tryna take the Carter for a new jack
I'll pistol whip you on your block 'til your blue black
(laugh)... Till your blue black (listen)
Alot of niggas like to touch other cities
But my city like to touch other niggas (yea)
You come down for the Essence and the Mardi Gras
But I got here thats where your partys are
Dont shine too hard, watch behind you god
That chain looking like a sign that say "follow me home"
I'm a desperado from the Hollygrove side
Where alot of folks ride, and a lot of folks died

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
I'm on the corner with my work in the mailbox
One foot out the grave one foot in the jailhouse
I done put my foot in the flow
To fast feet my cash, get my feet out your ass (yea)
I told momma im gone; I'll be back with money
I came back with the throne; she very proud of me
I tell her pray for me; cause everyday for me
Is a struggle to make of it
They got my nigga Big Blake in the state oven
But he gonna eat a nigga plate when he escape from it
Please label me real cause I ain't make it here faking
Neither was it vacant; take a nigga bacon (shit)
Break bread or we break heads
Put the pump to your stomach turn your face red
Pump a nigga dome now he a bass head
Hit him one more time like stay dead
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I’m a Dog Ya (Freestyle)[Verse 1]:
Welcome to Tha Carter, little shop of horror
Bloody like a period after d r a
Doctor I'mma dog, I'mma dog, I'mma dog you
Not Georgetown but I'mma uptown Hoya
Like Milloy no lawyers
I got that work come be my employer
Freestyling for you , no for me, for me no, no only for money
More, of the money i get i got that, yeah
Like a pot and a pan i rock that ,yeah
I sit back tell my bus driver where to go

[Verse 2]:
Cause I don't wanna finish
They diminish I replenish
Scientific, I'm out this world ho
I wear bright red like a girl toe
No homo, fingernails dirty
I've been counting dirty money since 12:30
A-M, weigh them, if they short take them
Right back and spray him amen, yea
I just do my Wayne
And every time I do it I do my thing, yeaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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No lieY, colorful like Chapel paint
You hapless fakes should know I'm the master bate
After dates: my place, innate to take out wrappers straight rappin' great
Keep spitin' till my lips bleed
Bury you 6 feet, got your girl fist deep
Your shit's weak, Ripley says mines risky
I take the stick out her mouth, just to let my chick breath
This'll make you spend your rainy day savings
I radiate rabis and I'd maybe date Brady's wife
She's a Brazilian baby from the 80's
Maybe be my lady, spit crazy and amazing
Lately, I been blazing cause I'm sicker than the chicken pox
Hit you with a Sunny Liston shot when the whistle stops
You write simple plots, mine are outlandish
I got a gifted cock, girls say its outstanding, yes-
I'm moving forwards while you stay stuck in sleet
I got a bunch of needs, S.May cut the beat
I'll run this game even if you cuff my feet
Fans love the heat so viewers be like "fuck a beat"
I'm just a beast who will punch a G till his stomach bleeds
Gut check, tough set when your something's weak
Since puberty, weed has been a cash crop
Mad hops on the black top you work the snack shop
The definition of sloppy, ask Webster
Pay attention you copies, I roll the best herb
My brain is lifted, your plagiarism not fresher
Than me throwing 1 down as a catcher
Worship the wordsmith you're worthless and nervous
Surfing the surface with a surplus of servants
Look- I require your undivided attention
Around me don't mention, affection or prevention
Rapin' beats raw dog, like the cats in straw dogs
Hard bars, spit flame like Charzard
I smoke Ivysoar till my eyes are sore, buy some more
Smo
Fuck the rental house, I'm coming through to buy the whole block
No need your temper down, you know we 'bout to party non-stop
You try to rap but you chop, callin' fouls but you flop
If this is Famersville you're the pussy beggin' for crops
You a bottom feeder, Spongebob is your next door neighbor
Easy haters, save it for later, I'm your father Darth Vader
That's a joke invader Zim, I already run the world
No need to say it again, no need to say it again
You see I spit rhymes and dish dimes like my name's Steve Nash
You see I clip mine from the beanstalk, I don't spend no cash
I just watch that ass, as your bitch is cooking breakfast
I'm sexting her best friend, telling' me "wear no protection"
She molested my mind, went on the Maury show to prove it ain't mine
Smokin' blunts all the time, or maybe spliff bowls or papers
Bow to your creator, no time for the bullshit
I'm out I'll see you later, I'm the man like Slater
Getting' pussy and your mascot is the masterbaters
You mad cause I stained her, you a little bitch so you stayed there
I'm the dog trainer, better yet call me the Whisperer
She's suckin' on my dick, and I ain't kiss her
I'm a baller, stackin' money like Griffin off the Clippers
Your a weird mother fucker lookin' for dragons and wizards
Fag well we figured, no need to stop at the bank
I get my money delivered in the same truck as my dankEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Get Off MeI say girl don't you do that
You pussy poppin', I'm gone shoot back
And If you do me, then I'll do you back
There's 69 ways that we can do that, so come on
Laawwd!
Shake it like a dog
Wrooof!
Turn around back it up now catch the ball
Wrooof!
Catch the wall
Wrooof!
Now catch the wall
Wroof!
Just pick ya ass up
Yah!
And let it fall slow
Little nigga but in that pussy
I stand tall
And tell ya man I beat up niggas like HARPO
You seen "The Color Purple"
And we don't smoke dat green
We smoke the color purple
Yah!
And we're not gonna stop just because
The feds and the cops are watching us
See we don't give a damn wat they say
We do wat we want to
Young money mu'thaf*cka
Got them hoes watching us
I say my niggas high
I like to f*ck
And I can look dead in her face
And see that she wants to
And when we finish making love I say
Give me time baby
Just give me space
I don't want you around
Like bitch get off me
Bitch, bitch get off me
And when we finish making love I say
Give me time baby
Just give me space
I don't want u around
I'm gon be hollerin like bitch get off me
Bitch, bitch get off me
Maacckk maaiinne
I say my chinky black bullets make a bitch get off me
(bitch get off me!)
I get like Lauren Hill I be killin em softly
(killin em softly!)
I just got copped a new whip and the interior toffee
(interrior toffee!)
And I skim milked the paint to make it look like coffee
(it look like coffee!)
Folgers I dun told cha
How to roll up
(how to roll up)
20's on my coupe and 26's on my Rover
(26's on my Rover bitch!)
Money in my pocket and patron in my cup
(alright ah yah yah yah)
N I got bitches on my dick n I got bitches on my nuts
(we ain't neva lost)
Natural born hustler
Shiesty individual
Play with my bread
Shit'll end up critical
I ain't just start spittin flame
Boo been a fool
Balla baby
Pool in the living room
Retractable roof
Maybach coupe
I Chloe my bitch bags
And Guiseppi her boots
We do it B.I.G like gimmie the loot
U trippin off 1 hoe
Pimp I get em in twos
And when I'm done I tell em
Give me time baby
Just give me space
I don't want u around
Like bitch get off me
Bitch, bitch get off me
And when we finish making love I say
Give me time baby
Just give me space
I don't want u around
Like bitch get off me
Bitch, bitch get off me
They say what goes up must come down
Well I'm high as a muthaf*cka right now
Do me a favor, lay a layer of pillows on the ground
Run around in a pair of shoes so fly
And the box came with a parachute no lie
Spitta nigga I be a sight for sore eyes
Spitta nigga I'm a delight to ya whole eyes
Neva give a inch to a bitch
For the po-Lice
And we're not gonna stop just because
The feds and the cops are watching us
See we don't give a damn wat they say
We do wat we want to
Young money mu'thaf*cka
Got them hoes watching us
I say my niggas high
I like to f*ck
And I can look dead in her face
And see that she wants to
And when we finish making love I say
Give me time baby
Just give me space
I don't want u around
Like bitch get off me
Bitch, bitch get off me
And when we finish making love I say
Give me time baby
Just give me space
I don't want u around
Like bitch get off me
Bitch, bitch get off me
Now take it off shawty
Take it off shawty
Take it off shawty
And when I'm done witchu
I'm gon shake u off shawty
Shake u off shawty
Shake u off shawty
Now wat u tell her girl
Take it off shawty
Take it off shawty
Take it off shawty
And when u done
Shake her off shawty
Shake her off shawty
Shake her off shawty
Now don't be hollin out my name like we was all dat
Dat pussy throwback
N u kno dat
Say bitch don't be hollin out my name like we was all dat
Dat pussy throwback
I really don't mean
To hurt her but I need some time
To be alone
So when we finish making love I say
Give me time baby
Just give me space
I don't want u around
Like bitch get off me
Bitch, bitch get off me
Give me time baby
Just give me space
I don't want u around
Like bitch get off me
Bitch, bitch get off me
Lil Spitta, Lil boo, Lil Mack, and me too
Lil Spitta, Lil boo, Lil Mack, and me too
Allstar, we in the cut
And Brisco, You know what's up
Cash Money, Young Money
Mo' money, mo money
Mo' money, mo money
Mo' money, mo money
Mo' money, mo money
Mo' money, They ask me do I got a wife
Mo' money, mo money
Mo', They ask me do I got a life
Mo money, mo money, mo money
She betta give me time baby
Give me space
I don't want you around
Like bitch, get off me
Bitch, Bitch get off me
She betta give me time baby
She betta give me space
I don't want you around
Like bitch, get off me
Bitch, Bitch get off meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Good[Jadakiss]
I’m as real as they come, I follow the rules
I’m still in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don’t fuck around
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son just became my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I’m pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it ain't right, I don’t sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, ain't no salary cap in the dope game
Ain't no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other words nigga, do your thing

[Drake]
Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother
He’s just angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry
Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin faded
They tellin’ lies about me, aww yeah I must’ve made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin’ in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it major
So fuck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my nigga out
[Lil Wayne]
Stop playin, I ain't with that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne’s World, and y’all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder
Two Glock 40′s, nigga you got 80 problems
Swimmin’ in the money, Imma need some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont give a fuck about ‘em
I just came home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, steal toe
I ain't workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin ’bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that ‘how much you love your lady’ money
I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I’ll take you out, that’s a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop playin with me
Play asshole and get an ass whippin’
I think you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down, tempur-pedic
This shits a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah ’tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater saladEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Sucka Free ’08[Spoken: Lil Wayne]
Yo, listen
This is the mixtape bitches
Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinsky, Nicki the mistress
You understand me?
This is Sucka Free, ya dig?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Let It RockI see your dirty face, high behind your  pussy stache nigga
Collar
What is done in vain, truth is hard to swallow
So you pray to God
To justify the way you live a lie, live a lie, live a lie
And you take your time and you do your crime
Well you made your bed, I'm in mine

[Chorus]
Because when I arrive
I bring the fire, make you come alive
I can take you higher what this is, forgot?
I must now remind you let it rock, let it rock, let it rock

Now the son's disgraced
He, who knew his father
When he cursed his name
Turned, and chased the dollar
But it broke his heart
So he stuck his middle finger
To the world, to the world to the world
And you take your time and you stand in line
Well you'll get what's yours, I got mine

[Chorus]
Yeah! Wayne's world
Planet Rock, panties drop
And the tops and she gonna rock 'til the camera stop
And I sing about angels like Angela (rock) and Pamela (rock)
And Samantha (rock) and Amanda and Tamara
I'm in here up like bitch what's up
Mechanic, me, I can fix you up
I can fuck you up, I can fuck you down
Shorty we can go wherever just pick a town
And the jewelry is louder than an engine sound
Big ass rocks like on the ground
Dirty like socks that's on the ground, Weezy
[Chorus: x2]
Just let it rock
Let it rock, let it rock, let it rock, let it rock

I'm back like I forgot something, I'm something
Rollin' Rock rubbing rap running
Miles like I'm trying to get a flat stomach
Like Wayne the personal trainer
My aim is perfect I'll fuck ya, period, like the reminder

I wish I could be, as cruel as you
And I wish I could say, the things you do
But I can't and I won't live a lie, no not this time1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Moment Of ClarityHa ...... Fix nigga!(Prefix, album this was on)
My mind sporadically
Same time compatibly
Wayne carter graduate bang bang academy
Change my reality
Thank god for grabbin me
Sort of like him cause they can't stop the wrath of me
But hell have no fury
Neither I even I would walk up in the devils kitchen eat a pie
Greedy I never full gettin fat
And bitch i gotta itch so don't let me catch you wit that scra-scra-scratch
Yall niggas off the face of the earth
Even mase came back for the money outta church
So wit that on my mission for that money imma work
My divine intervention might be in that woman's purse
Tryna find a betta system but im runnin out of perk
Baby daughter tell me erks
Then daddy heart hurts
So daddy pop at em until they heart burst
For my baby girl candy i make her starburst
9-11 was a fuckin shame i done saw worst like
What if that bullet would've hit my heart first life
Would it be different i be still fuckin round wit death
Cause i got shot afer that
And after that i grab the empty cases and tried to throw that bitch back at they faces see that i made it
My nigga reel was on the ground like naw i got up and looked around and grabbed the spot like AAAHHH
Im hard to kill Hardy ha
Cut the music back up and keep the party goin
Fuck em
And i dont need no crease
Im a mothafuckin gangsta off eagle street
I dont need the hot boys i still keep my heat
And i ain't gotta squad up i still keep my feet
They call me Michelangelo you paint them so street
But you remove that wallpaper bet that sheet rock weak (haha)
And you and i know whats goin on
You probably ridin to a different song
Im probably ridin on some different chrome
Im probably high in a different zone
But when im off we can get it on
I take no days off catch that shit from my friend
I clock out when i punch in
Im shootin reel you ain't gotta block out its goin in em
Them rats stop hatin on the snake the boy venom
The cat like peyton for the lakers gonna win em
Im certified stamp im a champion
Like would you bontime
Shit i shoot you nine times
Like you was fifty
But you won't be as likely as fifty
I light me some piffy
Like hella-bright on the enffy
Like what nigga like me or lift me
I dont duck i be right in ya city
For them bucks i take me a flight and come and get right, right in ya city yup
Im juss like diddy and nothin like puff yeah
Im sumthin like city he sumthin like young wizzy
My nikes is spiffy im hardly a gotti
Im slightly a nitti all of a carter
Bitch niggas never bitch me
Bum niggas never ditch me
Shit i gotta me man im raw slip me
Thank god for granting me this moment of clarity this moment of honesty ain't no moe squad in me HAAHEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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All I Know[Intro: Lil Wayne, Ad lib]
Sqad up nigga!
What you thought it was?
Ya know…. It’s young Wizzle ya know…
Nutt the Kidd you know!? ..
Gudda Gudda ya know?...
Raw Dizzy ya know?
Fe – Holla at ‘cha boy
Birdman – ya’ll better go cop that…yea


[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd] (Wayne ad libbin throughout song)

My only fear is to hear my people screaming in Church, (yea)
Putting me in a hearse to go six feet in the dirt
So I want to be prepared for the worst
I keep my Glock on burst – never on safety, ‘cause niggas hate me, (hate me)
And while niggas choose to hate –
I choose the tool I’m gonna use to blues your face, (blaow!)
Then cruise the state, right after I lose the case, (holla)
My nigga, I’m getting so high I can get me some clothes and move to space, (that’s a….)
A Mazant-made mobster, (yeah) niggas praying they can stop us, (uh-uh) S-q-a-d ain’t another gang hotter, (yeah)
No real niggas on your team we’ll rearrange your roster (what!?)
?My? (whoah!)
If you don’t know, I am the original don dada
I’m not don dada but I ?
Believe – youngen’s explosive man through your bombs up
3-2-1 times up, Sqad up! holla
Chorus:
[Wayne]
All I know… is…
[Gudda Gudda]
Is got my hustle on, get my grind on, and keep that iron on me
[Wayne]
All I know… is…
[Gudda Gudda]
Stack loot, pack tools, if it’s bad then I’ll jack you  X2

[Verse 2: Gudda]
I keep my mind on my money, the boy is focused, (Gudda…)
20 keys, Vaseline wrapped in a Focus, (Gudda…)
Approach us – and  I’ll be on your porch with toasters, (holla)
Like – give me all them jewels and dope cuz, you owe us, (us nigga)
And if you looking for blow, dog
Your boy got more white than a snow storm, (snow storm..holla) holla at your the young don (woooooo)
Still slicker than a python – (woah)
Six coupe kitted with the pipes on, (oh)
K.G.’s slick sit tight fit right on it,  (21’s)
9 milli with the light on it
Guaranteed to take your life homey, (goodbye)
And I do it for the stripes homey, (stripes)
Gudda ride at night with the muther fucking fire on me. (fire!)
I’m the type of cat that’ll take your wiz, (take her)
Take her home let her ? the kid – (amen)
What I mean is: have my way with her face and shit (biatch)
Then let Wayne Head take the bitch (biatch)
It’s Gudda Gudda yea
Chorus:
Wayne:
All I know is…
Gudda Gudda:
Is got my hustle on, get my grind on, and keep that iron on me
Wayne:
All I know is…
Stack loot, pack tools, if it’s bad then I’ll jack you  X2


[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Got to get it grinding
Got to get it for the sake of cake
Never fake – I  bet I’ll kill you for the sake of sake
Youngen full of ambition like whatever it takes
Never a day a snake make me/break me, I’m too thorough (whoah)
You no see tomorrow if you try it (no!)
Youngen wrap up the game  - I two-tied it
I move silent, like gangstas and mobbers
Murderers and robbers relate to my problems
This take all the way back to the days I was starvin’
Caged in apartment, youngen Country-Cajun from Mazant, New Orleans
Raised in the part, where the crazies where caught
Base babies, and cases over babies were fought – (woah!)
But not in court, but in the middle of the court – so pull up a seat, (ok)
Watch a bitch get beat until her fetus’ at her feet
This is only for the streets, I am only from the streets!
Came in the game with them ? on my feet, (okay?)
Now I’m trading lanes with the chromies? on the jeep, (arrr!)
Just the homey, I ain't deep
No phony in me
I vow in holy matrimony with the heat, (I do)
Little whodie act a donkey with the piece, (I do)
Spent all my change paying dues, I’m at peace
And right when it seemed that the team was in defeat, (ok?)
I snatched the ball from cousin, beat the buzzard by 3, now the buzzards’ over me, (ok!)
And cousin’s looking slim, (ok!)
And I won’t stop ‘till Sqad Up and the buzzards over them
I Say – I won’t stop ‘till Sqad Up and the buzzards over them (nigga…)
Sqad Up
Chorus:
Wayne:
All I know is…
Gudda Gudda:
Is got my hustle on, get my grind on, and keep that iron on me
Wayne:
All I know is…
Stack loot, pack tools, if it’s bad then I’ll jack you  X2

[Outro: Lil’ Wayne, adlib]
Ya know
Weezy… Weezy baby’s on the track
Yea yea yea, this is Gangsta Sqad Up nigga
Fuck with it…
Fe I see you
Wanye here

Ci ci, T. baby and Raj Smooth holla back
Young Yeeze… Supa Dolla… we here
Uh, uh…. T Streets..
Weezy baby..
Birdman, the D Boys,yah
CMB, yah
The Birdman November 26th biatch!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Tomorrow[Intro]
Yeah! House party at the Carter people!
What up birdman ? What up Mannie?
TeX me Music !

[Verse 1:Lil Wayne]
I got her out her clothes easy, her body all greasy
She work it work it,work it work it, work it for weezy
Got her out her clothes easy, her body all greasy
She twerk it twerk it,twerk it twerk it, twerk it for weezy
Got her body all sweaty, her pussy all ready
She keen em coming, coming coming, back for more (Back for more)
Got her body all sweaty, her pussy all ready
She keen em coming, coming coming, back for more (Back for more)

What up world you see me doing my thing don't worry about the thing I keep it like [?]
What up girl I stare at you do your thing don't worry about the ring I, mingle like I'm single
I'm so hurr cash money is so hurr, young money is so hurr, lil Reel on the mic like yeah
Uncle tex they dropped this one on me, yeah that's my homie now we all sight like yeah
Them bitches in the corner, say I'm up in VIP looking like a grown up
Call me Lil weezy boy boy carter, you ought'a
Respect a lil nigga baller
Lil nigga say you niggas much smaller, my money much taller
Gone till tomorrow with Jennifer and Tara
I got em gone off the aroma
Stronger than amonia, give a nigga insomnia
[Hook: Reel]
I know tomorrow will bring, a better you, a better me
But tonight she so fucked up she on her third long island ice tea
And she will bust it down, when she hear, when she hear that beat
And she get up, get low, bend over and shake her thong to this song

[Verse 2:Lil Wayne]
What up girl, I'm peeping you from afar, some visual contact I'm meeting you at the bar
What you drinking?
Hennesy, Remy, or apple mar? But darling looked at me and said "Sex on the beach" woah!
What a coinc, this happen to be Miami, Ocean drive, Wet Willies the ocean's only a minute away
We dipping skinny back to the telly, I'm lifting up her mining skirt then get the shirt, then go to work wait!
You ain't safe, free willy come up outta that ocean, you start to looking like bait
Uh huh, uh huh
Looking all great like a grade A steak
Can I get some A1? I'm tryna cut on day 1
Then I say warn ya self
She can't have weezy so she hung herself
Ya doll, let me calm ya down until tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow

[Hook:]

[Verse 3:Lil Wayne]
My name Weezy, this here's my man Reel & we both were thinking you & your girl should come chill
See, we got a spot right under the sunrise, by time the sunset we done got you all wet, aww
Aw yes, aw yep, aw yeah
Young money here better tuck y'all gals
Why? Cause we  come to fuck y'all gals
Don't mean to interrupt but the bitch fine as fuck
And I'm the BM J.R., the hood come running when they hear that bird call (BRR)
I'm on stage with my shirt off, she in the crowd running to the stage with her shirt off
Pop that pussy mama, stop that playing and
Find you a wall to catch and get on the handstand
Flip back over catch your balance and drop it
Don't stop it til tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
[Hook]x2

[Outro:Lil Wayne]
Ya know it ain't trickin if you got it, so nigga why you trickin? (x4)
Pop the pussy, don't let the pussy pop you (x8)
Pop the pussy and let her do what she do1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Girls All AroundAll around the world, girls, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world

( Lloyd )
(I just want to be your man girl
So uh, gotta make you understand girl)
It's the way you flip your hair
And those stylish clothes you wear
When you walk into the room
All my partners stopped and stared at you
(All around the world, girls, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world)
But they just want to use you up
(All around the world)
This goes out to girls all around the world)
It's the tattoo on your back
And that brand new Louis bag
With the matchin' high heels
I can't help this girl's swag's the truth
(All around the world, girls, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world)
And I just want to give her love, oh
(All around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world)

(Girl I) can't get you off my mind
You're like my favorite song (song)
Just want to turn you on
And rock you all night long 'cause I (oh I)
(All around the world, girls, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world)
I just want to be your man (I just want to be your man)
(All around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world)
Just to smell your perfume, got me throwin' up my hands
See you comin' see you goin', never met someone as bad as you
(All around the world, girls, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world)
Since you're my favorite girl, yeah
(All around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world)
I know just what you need, to make you look complete
This platinum wedding ring, 'cause soon I got a thing for you
(All around the world, girls, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world)
I'm a take you around the world, oh baby
(All around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world)

(Girl I) can't get you off my mind
You're like my favorite song (song)
Just want to turn you on
And rock you all night long 'cause I (oh I)
(All around the world, girls, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world)
I just want to be your man
(All around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world)

( Lil Wayne )
(Ah hah hah, yeah)
OK I'm thinkin' of a master plan
Nah, I'm lyin', shorty on my mind
Shorty like a fryin', pan, and I ain't got
Nothin' but sweat inside my hands
(All around the world, girls, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world)
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
But I don't need a cent, 'cause shorty priceless
I tell it like this, I been (all around the world)
So baby I can take you (all around the world)
I roll up, this is a hold up
It's young money man, shorty made me smile
When ain't a damn thing funny
He heh, but still don't nothin' move but the money
So baby if I move then we move with the money
(All around the world, girls, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world)
Which is my favorite dish
But if I taste you that'll probably switch
And then we will probably switch
(All around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world)
Now I'm walking up the street, whistling this
Can't get you off my mind
You're like my favorite song (song)
Just want to turn you on
And rock you all night long 'cause I (oh I)
(All around the world, girls, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world)
I just want to be your man (I just want to be your man)
(All around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world)
Can't get you off my mind
You're like my favorite song (song)
Just want to turn you on
And rock you all night long 'cause IEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m Boss (Remix)(YOUNG LIFE)
Capital B I'm a Boss
Hit the mall buy shit without seeing the cost
I'm on some fly shit
Got a 6.3 Benz with a white lip
There's a plane on the street bitch and im the pilot
Get your calculators nigga I'm a problem
Fuck goons big homie my killas is goblins
Platinum off the neck with a lot of diamonds
While they tryin to rob me, I'm try to rob them
Ima California native a westside rider
Fuck it homie call me a dragon I flow fire
Diarrhea flow go get them like flo diapers
Send a gangsta a pen cuz I really no lifers
Haters wanna merk me feds wanna lock me
So we up early showing bullets in the thirty
I outcast homie middle finger to the world
Just tryin to get this deal Wayne said i'll be their shortly

(CHORUS)
Bitches say that I'm a boss cuz of what they see
And all the wankstas outside tryin to hate on me
Cuz they know I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Yeah they know I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
(LIL WAYNE)
Uh hum mothafucka I'm me
And mothafuck P O L I C E
Me in all flavors make a bitch do favors
Turn your life into a wager
Hope your homies got some paper
Fuck it Ima gunna from the east side of the New Orleans
Where we eat all the beef and put the bullshit in the toilet
Put the choppers in the Harley
I mean choppers not Harleys not Harleys
Like a cop I popup and stop parties
I'm shorty when they call me but you can call me boss
And I'm on them trees like moths yeah
Get up on your mouths like floss yeah
I'm all over this shit like sauce yeah
Blood gang bitch Lil Wayne rich
And you bitch niggas can't tell Lil Wayne shit
Yeah stunt like my pa
And I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
(CHORUS)
Bitches say that I'm a boss cuz of what they see
And all the wankstas outside tryin to hate on me
Cuz they know I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Yeah they know I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
(PAUL WALL)
I'm at the top of the food chain
And bitch I'm getting hungry
Flossin up in this boss hog
I'm swangin like a monkey
Yes im too trill
Watch chain and grill
Flo game is ill the champion so real
Even when I was little with candy on power wheels
And Ima still hold it down until im over the hill
Chasing after dollar bills so I can smoke and pop pills
And pop the Gucci seal off the paint is feel
I learned to be a boss from my boy Slim Thug
Marbles double doors and big old Persian rugs
These haters need a hug tryina knock my game
I'm just hustler maintaining cashmoney like Lil Wayne
Im chasing after cheese with my homeboy Jeez
While chrome drop the Bentley top
We call it that strip tease
I must admit God has blessed me like I sneezed
And all the haters talking dime can suck these
Cuz bitch I'm a boss
(CHORUS)
Bitches say that I'm a boss cuz of what they see
And all the wankstas outside tryin to hate on me
Cuz they know I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Yeah they know I'm a boss (I'm a boss)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Intro (Disc 2)(chewing)
Look
That right there...
Hold on
(takes a puff)
Nigga eatin' gummy bears and shit... studio
Might be going out dat disc
That was disc 1, Drought 3
It's about to be disc 2
Hope you got bofe o'em free
If you didn't, you stupid muhfu'
Anyway
Shoutout Nelly, JD
Blockado'
Marly, don't shoot 'em
It's disc 2, Drought 3, Bitch!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Girl Like Her[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
See me, I'm focused man
But my girl don gon' snappy
Stuntin' like her daddy
Vroom on the Yamaha
She ride me like a Kawasaki
I call her lil buddy
Sometimes I call her shawty
She only wears dresses
She sleep in Ed Hardy
Ya digg hah
It's Young Weezy the 80's baby
And we can get together, make 80 babies
Now the house brand new
The car brand new
But your still the same old you

[Chorus - RL]
I want a girl like her
That'll stay down for me
Everything that I need
That'll put me first
Here for better or worse
I wanna a girl like her
Somebody that'll look like her
Somebody that can cook like her
Sex is off the hook like her
On everything I need a girl like her
[Verse 2 - RL]
I need somebody that'll always send my bag
Somebody that'll keep me on track
When I feel the weight of the world on me
I need somebody like this
She gotta handle her business
Know how to hold my interest
Be there in an instant
I'm looking for you

[Chorus - RL]
I want a girl like her
That'll stay down for me
Everything that I need
That'll put me first
Here for better or worse
I wanna a girl like her
Somebody that'll look like her
Somebody that can cook like her
Sex is off the hook like her
On everything I need a girl like her

[Verse 3 - RL]
She's gotta have her head on straight

My escape from the every day
Things to deal with
Someone to chill with
I can build with
Something real with
Not that everyday in the club
Need more than the average one
Something special
Extra exceptional
Freaky sexual
[Chorus - RL]
I want a girl like her
That'll stay down for me
Everything that I need
That'll put me first
Here for better or worse
I wanna a girl like her
Somebody that'll look like her
Somebody that can cook like her
Sex is off the hook like her
On everything I need a girl like her

[Bridge - RL]
If you get your own money
If you got your own crib
If you got good credit
And you handle your biz
Sing along with this
Talking to you
Uh

[Chorus - RL]
I want a girl like her
That'll stay down for me
Everything that I need
That'll put me first
Here for better or worse
I wanna a girl like her
Somebody that'll look like her
Somebody that can cook like her
Sex is off the hook like her
On everything I need a girl like her
[Outro - RL]
Talking to you
I'm looking for somebody like her
Could you be her?
Could you be her?
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Certified (Walk It Off)[Verse 1]
I say Young Weezy F. Baby, hottest nigga on the block
Use to really buy sickles, now I really motivite
Pop a front wheel off
Chill up in the pillow with yo girl, he got her heels up
She tryna get my ceilings
Chill when she feel, some say I'm one of them realest niggas
Them realest nigga, the illest nigga
She heal this nigga, we chill this nigga
We drinkin' not sippin', and we thinking 'bout dippin' in the Jacuzzi skinny
She get me she must repeat the procedure
Till she get me, got me good, so good till I ohh
Once she got me she gotta get Mack Maine
Cause mami he just like me, my nigga from Holly—Grove
Go inside your clothes like legs inside of pants
And speaking of breads, my shit came straight outta France
I ain't that type to dance, I can't, I really can't
I ain't, I'm really not
I'm Wayne, I'm really hot
I'm Wayne, I'm really hot
I'm Wayne, I'm really hot
I'm Wayne, I'm really hot
Tha pain, tha? Yea

[Chorus]
I'm in the game going hard, tryna get the rim
And if I got her, I'm a take one for the team
And if u fog it up, and dodge yourself off nigga
Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga
Walk it off nigga
Walk it off nigga
Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga
Walk it off nigga
Walk it off nigga
Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga
[Verse 2]
Tip-toe on the sideline, get low when I see the referee
Like T.O., the eagles in my sock, I hide mine
I got my game unlock, I can find mine
Shit niggas up like a combine
Now I'm outside of the physicals like? do
I got steroids to heroine
They got me bonding with Barry who... say I'm in psycho
Mami say me loco, go crazy like winkle
Texas, like David Koresh
I'm waving a tech yea
Me, myself, I go to war with ATF yea
Be myself, ain't gotta be nobody else yea
Last one left, I cashmoney of the shelf yea
Damn, real got me so after gone
Coming for the belts, so who's the mothafuckin champion?
Modafuckin holdin' on a nigga's (? )
Standin' at the front door like
DoDoDoDo, let me in!
DoDoDoDo, let me in!
DoDoDoDo, let me in!
DoDoDoDoDoDoDo, fucker

[Chorus]
I'm in the game going hard, tryna get the rim
And if I got her, I'm a take one for the team
And if u fog it up, and dodge yourself off nigga
Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga
Walk it off nigga
Walk it off nigga
Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga
Walk it off nigga
Walk it off nigga
Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga
[Verse 3]
Throw it off the backboard, tell 'em niggas line up
I yank on 'em and throw the Birdman sign up
I seen tha hot spitta, he in this off season
He got the cheerleaders, they like real even
I mean the girls kiss here even
Mehn this bird is just competition (fuck 'em)
Opposely, to the opposition (fuck 'em)
Gotta be the whelm my position
If you tryna stay in my position
Got the CEO proposition
Hey what u know about the CEO poppin' pistols
Mofucker that's the CEO proposition
Hey what u know about the CEO poppin' pistols
Tell me that boi...

[Chorus]
I'm in the game going hard, tryna get the rim
And if I got her, I'm a take one for the team
And if u fog it up, and dodge yourself off nigga
Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga
Walk it off nigga
Walk it off nigga
Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga
Walk it off nigga
Walk it off nigga
Go ahead be a playa, walk it off niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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The Only ReasonLyrics for
?THE ONLY REASON by LIL WAYNE ft. SIZZLA & T-STREETS?

(LIL WAYNE)
Man a Rasta, shata, him oh fire and nobody enter
Them troop shoot them run like them playa?s oprah
They know me kingdom, make em scream like em see em opera
They smoke em weed, love em green like em grasshopper
Man ah, drink a bottle of crystal, and baby Ana Baka
But dnt think man slip, hima dreadda.. wat the picture wanta
Man a getin money, get tha bread to him bout stoppa
Youngmoney done done fly like em helicopter
U really wanna know wat goes in a nigga fofo
Bulletshot found on the street, im yellow dem voko
The president try and take him buy me, blow me bloco
Who? Rastafarian.. Juky gat them jump jump ( ya ya ya)
Flying uptown and kill tha man wen dey for rumble
Man a murder kid, for they mother, aunty and uncle
Man keeping me eye, in the rope
We play ay to.. if em playa ay to me, then we go up in the done blow

(SIZZLA)
Itz Ana poppin
Don?t sulting nobody
No no no stoppin
Boy, yall see me jumpin
No no no yackin
No no no yackin
Actin up with a jumpin yah, im da loafin 4 rockin
Im da verse, up in mere factor words
Boy yall little, make we shoot you off tha face of the earth
Concerned, oh to mah, look how things turn out
Gang firm out, na their house
Them place gon burn out
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaang- star
Me no take no charge bout me ready 4 da run star
Oh really, don?t be leaky
Ain't no pussies, but them bitches
Ain't no movie, ain't no comics
And no CNN, don?t be greedy
You dare not hear this song posted in a CD
No mess wit a mercy, less you can?t steal it
But be pretty..
And they actin oh body
See the giving where
The only reason why them bogus living
Ain't no way down, please stay down
Let them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down..

(LIL WAYNE)
Pussy ass nigga don?t talk to me
I make this bitch bring your heart to me
Im only 5 ?8 and yall short to me
And yall movement looks like its important to me
Your girlfriend opens up her part to me
And if she gimme brain, she smart to me
Puppy ass niggas don?t bark at me

Itz da big dog, call me Mr. Orkin fleas
Turn your block into a restaurant
Order and leave
What are u havin??? Organs please!!
And we stay strapped like Jordan?s beat
And we in tha center like Brad Daughtery
Ha..And im loken with Marly G
And we smokin so much, we could hardly breath
This other niggas flow is so watery
And im concrete wit this Carter 3
(SIZZLA)
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-star
Man a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop

Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-star
Man a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop

(T-STREETS)
Yessir, T ?street, bang bang back in tha building
They call me streets, so call me streets
If u call on reach, im on the streets
And im hungry like a dog on unleash
But im a tiger, and a dog is a feast
And I see through the fog in the trees
Because the nigga makes a logs and leaves
I walk through the jungle with a lion on my sleeve
I need a money donor, cuz im dying to resist
I know mama gat her eyes on her seed
Therefore, I never stop, I just proceed
Their eyes make the peace hard to read
But it says, ?why im not leave

(SIZZLA)
And they actin oh body
See the giving where
The only reason why them bogus living
Ain't no way down, please stay down
Let them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down..
(LIL WAYNE)
We killin em softly
We killin em softly
And man em hustle like a dog, and have keep police them off me
Pistol in da trunk, and the baby in da car seat
Drive fast lane, with them eyeball glassy
And about the hour, him a heading to the money
Take your coughin baby, give the baby back to mommy
Peer gunshot, shoot him below to him tommy
Bat the man down, boy, im shit around party
Party up, party up, they put the panty up
Sure gat the AK up, him a shoot the building up
We kill them softly, we kill them softly
He make bad girl them for want me, want me in tha storm ay
My girl she need me, my girl she want me
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Throw Some D’s Freestyle"I can't feel my face" the album
Now watch me put the beat to sleep like a volume
Never mind me I jus are who I are
A flat footed nigga that walks when he talks
Off to the mall, pop a few bottles straight out the water with my mark jacobs goggles
And I go hard like a Brett Favre spiral, bitchess in they draws and niggas in denial
Hollygrove harlem pump up the volume david banner beat bitch bump like an stallion
Touch my madalion and meet my buretta leave ya lookin' like a burger with extra
Ketchup now throw ya sets up we f*ck sets up we pick shells up you pick ya chest
Up I'm on my 1, 2 like a push-up L'z is fitted like cook up
Money in tha bank watchu thank, money in tha pocket yea I got it bitches get plugged
Like sockets, I launch sluggs like rockets 5 4 3 2 rockets, livin' like a gangsta, get like a
Hustla ya girlfriend backed up stick her with a plunger baseball batter louisville slugger
I got enough cash for it to rain or thunder, ice drippin homey gettin' ya cash my wrist is antartica my
Neck is alaska my pinky ring is tha north pole come meet santa I spit nicotine come
Meet cancer
I really don't give a f*ck about'cha what I'm sayin is a nigga would take your heart
Out'ch and in that neighborhood my face is like a vulcher I swear I keep that gun on
Point like a bouncer elsa tha kush I smoke that kush and I run this muthaf*cka like
Reggie Bush New Orleans crook give me wat I took me and my money now that's a
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Su WooPardon my gang affil
But you're stepping on a rod in the danger field
Weezy Baby, how do the Manger feel?
Respect my aim because I aim to kill
Hahaha, Old bitch ass nigga
Abercrombie and Fitch ass nigga
I talk rich shit because I'm a rich ass nigga
I hope you in the zone because I pitch fast nigga
Ha, I smoke something bitch
My money comes faster than the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the side just in case you might wonder
Tec 9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers
Haha, bitch nigga we might jump ya
2 Step all in yo face, we might Unk ya

Hahaha, bandana on the right side
East side until I die

You better change like it's Mardi Gras
And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's from Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar
Lemme hear you say Su Woop
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Rich As F*** - Album Version (Edited)Lil Wayne (Verse 1)
AK on my night stand, right next to that bible
But I swear with these 50 shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0
Pockets gettin' too fat, no weight watchers no lipo
Money talks, bullshit walks, on a mother fuckin tight rope
And I make that pussy tap out
And knock that pussy out cold
And you nigga get beat the crap out
But that's just how a dice roll
These hoes hold that hose pipe
So I give all these hoes pipe
She get on that dick and stay on
All night like porch lights
Lets do it, fuck talking
We out here, we ballin
And I'm sprayin at these rusty niggas
Like WD-40
We fucked up, we truck'd up
No ifs, ands or butt fucks
Bitch niggas go behind your back
Like nun chucks and thats fucked up
But my hoes down and my cups up
My niggas down for whatever
These bitches think they too fly
Well tell them hoes I pluck feathers
Cause I'm tunechi, young tunechi I wear truckfit
Fuck gucci, she blowin kisses at me with them pussy lips
Smooches and thats 2 Chainz
2 Chainz (Hook)
Look at you, now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
A-All my niggas look rich as fuck (2X)

Lil Wayne (Verse 1)
Never talk to the cops, I don't speak pig latin
I turned a penny into motherfuckin 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 hoe
Whats yo name whats yo sign zodiac killer
All rats gotta die even master splinter yea
Murder 187 I be killin them bitches
I hope all dogs go to heaven
And I got xanax, percocet, promethazine with codine
Call me Mr. SandMan, I'm selling all these hoe's dreams
I gotta white girl with big titties
Flat ass TV screen
I keep a bad bitch call me the BB king
Well you know I got that lack outa
Then put the bitch out like a house fire
Im killin these hoes like Michael Myres
I eat that cat just like a lion
And I can't trust none of these niggas
Can't trust none of these hoes
And I see your girl
When i want I got that hoe tivo'd
Got a red ass bitch with a red ass pussy
Nigga try me thats a dead ass pussy
Since y'all motherfuckers so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, don't care who's looking
All I know is I love my bitch
And pussy feel just like heaven on earth
6 feet deep ditch shovel in the dirt
R.I.P. rest in pussy
Light that shit then pass that shit
We gon' get some smoke out
And then I went and got locked up
Every night I dreamed I broke out
One time for them pussy niggas
Thats that shit I don't like we
Eatin' over here nigga
Fuck around and have a food fight
And thats 2 Chainz
2 Chainz (Hook)
Look at you, now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
A-All my niggas look rich as fuck (2X)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Oh IWoke up this morning, with a naked women
Like I was making a porno, but I, but I I
I can't remember how she made it to my bed
I gotta figure it out before she wake up in my head
Get my shit I gotta get her I gotta get her outta here
I swear the game play was smart, suppose to be in and out of here
But it didn't go that way so I called up Spitter
Cause he liked her anyway when he saw me with her
Thats how we do, how we did it how we get her
Young money in this bitch, fuck them hoes, fuck them niggas. yeah
And I know that they can't fuck with me, because of the
Way I am so comfortly, running the, fucking G
Youngin hold down the place
Running round the city buying everything you niggas make
Niggas can't fuck the way I rock
Thousand dollars on the sock
Hot boy get up bitches, outlawed....

So motherfucking fly, that is so motherfucking lie
I know Jesus is watching this session looking at me like
Thank you Lord, you know I try so hard
So if they try me Ima spank em for it
Now Im all up in her mouth like a cancar sore
I two dollar drink a whore,You mink the whore
You like to link the whore, I think of her, as a whore
Like what the fuck you thinking for?
What is wrong with that mind of yours?
She's a dinosaur, she's a Teranosaurous Rex for sex and
Fly as a Terracdactal, I very spectacular
Every move is emaculate though magnificent
Living it up and giving my ten percent to the man up above
Thats probably why I am significant
Ain't gotta tell you about how I finish it
You can look in my face and experience it you bitches
Never been with that bullshit so dont you bring it around me
Im from tear it up avenue right off of get down street you know me I say
Never hesitate, always had a pistol, never been afraid to show
Let it whistle like du du du dudu, du du du
Still creepin on my side, will kill you if you try
Give my money to my momma she will give it somebody
Thats my little biddys brother, hes a bad motherfucker
Im smart hes tougher who will survive?
I want to fly like a boy in the sky
I can buy anytihng that money can buy
Oh I
I can turn a knickle or you and homies retired
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Done ItMaine, Raw Dizzy...
Don't say it nigga don't do it
I don't do it cause I done it (I done it)
I hustle lotta bread
Cause I don't move it I just run it (I run it)

Steppin in this motherfucker live-r than a concert
No these ain't converse
No we cain't converse
I done went beyond berserk
I done got behind a trick
I line em up I knock em down
Stack em up I back em up
Ambulance rack em up
Body bag pack em up
White sheets bloodied up
Mean mug your buddy up
Tellin niggas buddy up
I catch em while they huddle up
They feel every slug
When the pistol go nuk uk uk
Run up in your girl crib
Now she all like but but but
I ain't tryna hit that shit
Ain't nobody innocent
I ain't wanna hear the shit
I got her with the pillow mint
I took out a bag of coke, sprinkled just a little bit
Know who you dealin with, a full hand of aces, I
Shuffle with kings, and cut off queens
And this here, is where the bullshit
Cut off, you NAHMEAN
You couldn't see me with some high beams
Hey

(Chorus: x2)
Don't say it nigga don't do it
I don't do it cause I done it (I done it)
I hustle lotta bread
Cause I don't move it I just run it (I run it)
Don't say it nigga don't do it
I don't do it cause I done it (I done it)
I hustle lotta bread
Cause I don't move it I just run it (I run it)
Yea

I'm a rapper but I'm not a writer
Cause I does it in my head
Only thing I write is checks
Homie I be gettin bread
Look how I tease the feds
Pink yellow blue diamonds got my PIECE
Lookin like a fuckin EAST-er egg
Mack maine tried to teach me how to count bars
I stack chains that's what keep me outta cop cars
My rap name carry weight like a fat broad
My gat game told you niggas in (? )

I'm so hood when I do it
It's the same mack maine I distribute the fluid
Let it rain in ya veins yea homie we could do it
And the gain in the game if I aim at your brains them bullets rippin through it
See I be labeled as the hustler's hustler
Got a few up in the trunk and got a few in the muffler
Paranoid when I stare through so paranoid I might
Motherfuckin steal you so don't be in my rear view
Hey

(Chorus: x2)
Don't say it nigga don't do it
I don't do it cause I done it (I done it)
I hustle lotta bread
Cause I don't move it I just run it (I run it)
Don't say it nigga don't do it
I don't do it cause I done it (I done it)
I hustle lotta bread
Cause I don't move it I just run it (I run it)
Yea

I'm not jokin I'm tryna score a hundred of them
Things just to bust my block open
Glock pokin outta my shirt to stop motion
Seen my cousin get popped and got focused
I noticed the route that I've chosen could bring fortune
Plus sometimes it rains too hard so watch where the road is
I hear a lotta hoe shit
Gotta lil something but I'm tryna get some mo' shit
I'm a still thug it out I tell my body's so stiff
Ridin with my slugger I'm feelin kinda bogus with no motive
My main goal is to ball like Lamar Odom
And haul cocaine and use this rap shit as a token
Stress got me smokin a jo' totin a fo' fo' and
Scopin to kick somebody's no' in
Knowin I got a lil son to look after
But I'm a hustler fuck being a good rappa
(Chorus: x2)
Don't say it nigga don't do it
I don't do it cause I done it (I done it)
I hustle lotta bread
Cause I don't move it I just run it (I run it)
Don't say it nigga don't do it
I don't do it cause I done it (I done it)
I hustle lotta bread
Cause I don't move it I just run it (I run it)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hello WorldUnn Hello world im ur muthaf***** troublemaker
Hello world im ur muthaf***** troublemaker
I ain't a peacemaker, im the peacetaker
Im very destructive, watch me break ya
Yea, i love to smell that blood, bi***
Call me the devil what the hell that wuz
Yea and u can call me young money streets
And you can see me for all the young money beef
Im the troublemaker
Call me mr. kill em all
Bitch nigga dont get involved
Shoot you on the front porch
And knock ya to the back yard
Knock ya fuckin back off
Knock ya top rack off
You just see jill on the hill, i nocked jack off
Bi this ain't nursery
This is brain surgery
Skee mask on ma bullets
Let em commit brain burglery
Eeemergency, its an emergency

Someone in all black left the whole scene burgundy
Kamikaze you can try me ima shoot ya
When the gun in this position you can call it Kama sutra
Ima cock and do it like a mothafuckin roosta
You puussy boi im ya muthafucking doucha
Haha, better run like bobby boucha
Its weezy baby its time to induce ya
You think you really safe in here
Stand up we about to take it there
And when we do we come for you to take your body
Where nobody else with eyes can see
And i tol em dont start no sh** won't be no sh**
Dont start no sh** won't be no sh**
Dont start no sh** won't be no sh**
Dont start no sh** won't be no sh**
Hello world im ur muthafu**** troublemaker
I come in ya office you playin wit my fuc*** paper
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Weezy on the Streetz of N.O.(Bitch)
Right now, man
The streets of New Orleans is real fucked up, man
But, don't look at it like that cause
I ain't gonna lie, it's so back --
It's not back to normal, cause it'll never be
But, I mean, it's back to a way
That you probably didn't think it would be back to
So, you know what I mean
People are living
People are breathing
But you know what I mean
That shit still was fucked up
And it's gonna always be fucked up
And people are still fucked up about it
And people are still fucked up over it
People died, and that's what's real about it
You know what I mean
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Shake Yo Money Maker[Hook]
Shake your money maker
Don't break the money table
Take the money, baby
Do your thing
Ooo boy, if you love it when I shake my body
Hop on the train and get right behind me
Shake your money maker
Don't break the money table
Take a ride on the choo-choo train
Ooo boy, if you love it when I shake my body
Hop on the train and get right behind me

[Verse 1 - Ms. Tee]
Boy, I like the way you make me dance up on the floor
When the song go up, I nod my head, I wanna hear more
I wanna rock, my ? body
I wanna move, my ? body
All my girls, ? a bar
Don't matter if you're big, fat, skinny, or small
Let's work, work, 'til the early morning
Let's get high, 'til the break of dawn
Everybody, just move your feet
All you ladies, come and shake your money maker with me

[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Up in the club on the Hennessy
Fake booty clowns are shakin' on me
I can barely stand up
I can hardly see
I drank it down and hit the VIP
Love when we hit the back
You let me hit from the back
And back to floor, lookin' for more
I ? shorty at the bar
I might as well ?
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In A Cage(Jojee)
Medicate me like a mental case
Cuz I'm an animal in a cage
In my bed we'll take the stage
Cuz we're just animals in a cage

(Lil Wayne)
You hear rarara
You hear ooolala
Just animals in a cage
I got the zoo on lock
We bout to tear this bitch down
I pull this elephant out
You lookin edible now
Like you ain't been pet in awhile
And if we get out there baby we sleep to the jungle
You know im still linked to the jungle
You know im the king of the jungle
I pull the strings you strung to
I flap the wings you run to
I teach you things you dumb to
Imma be an animal wit you
That other guy he's gon hunt you
You know Im discreet he disgustin
You know he just beat it and brush it
You know im elite he eruptive
And you know im a freak he gon judge you
And you know imma treat it so custom
And you know like a beak he gon duck you
When you under my wing its so different
And you know in that cage i go Nicholas
(Jojee)
Medicate me like a mental case
Cuz I'm an animal in a cage
In my bed we'll take the stage
Cuz we're just animals in a cage

(Lil Wayne)
Let me be your animal
And let me geranimo geranimo all up in your cameltoe
Girl i got the antidote
Let me medicate you and get vetenarial
Imma eat you like a lion eat an antelope on an animal planet show
Shes on to me now
We born to be wild
She sworn that she vow imma only denial?
Catch her on the rebound
Animalistic sexual tendencies express them tremendously
And work out the chemistry enjoy the intensity, serenity
We bout that wild life
We bout that high life
We get higher than eyesight
And then we just skydive
Mentality in a phase radicals in a rage
Valuables in a blaze hot animals in a cage

(Jojee)
Medicate me like a mental case
Cuz I'm an animal in a cage
In my bed we'll take the stage
Cuz we're just animals in a cage
(Lil Wayne)
You know you know you know
Under my wing its so different
You know in that cage I go Nicholas
Up in that cage I go Johnny
And I pull this elephant out
She lookin edible now
Like she ain't been pet in awhile
Yeah I pull this elephant out
She put on a sexier smile
Like she ain't been fed in awhile
Animals in a cage
Cameras in a cage
Dont be naked and afraid we some animals in a cage girl
Got candles lit in the cage girl
And we lit in the cage girl

(Jojee)
Medicate me like a mental case
Cuz I'm an animal in a cage
In my bed we'll take the stage
Cuz we're just animals in a cage


Animals in a cage
Cameras in a cage
Dont be naked and afraid we some animals in a cage girl
Got candles lit in the cage girl
And we lit in the cage girl
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Zero V3 (Nothing Without You)[Verse 1: HoodyBaby & Lil Wayne]
You drive me crazy, I got road rage
My top down in the rain, it's a cold day
Gave you my heart, you let me die, that's a cold case
They say we running out of time, I walked the whole race
I walked the whole race
All I ever wanted was someone to call my own (That's all)
All a nigga need is for you to call my phone (That's all)
All that talk about true love, truly wasn't true
And all that shit you you loved, you just wasn't you

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And I know that you ain't used to hearing me at a tempo this slow
But I just had to slow it down and break it down
So you can hear me when I say

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I need you
I'm nothing without you
A zero without you, baby
I need you
I'm nothing without you
A zero without you, baby

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
You ain't even told me "Happy New Year," yeah
You starting the year off with that bullshit
Fuck it, I'ma take a shot for you, cheers
I'ma do me better than you did
You don't like it when I talk like that
But you don't bite, you just bark right back, with your dog ass
I feel played, you rained on my parade
But that's on me, I should've checked the forecast
And you don't like it when I talk like that
Hang up in my face and call right back, with your crazy ass
But that's okay 'cause when he throw you away
One man's treasure was another one's trash
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And I know that you ain't used to hearing me at a tempo this slow
But I just had to slow it down and break it down
So you can hear me when I say

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I need you
I'm nothing without you
A zero without you, baby
I need you
I'm nothing without you
A zero without you, baby

[Verse 3: HoodyBaby & Lil Wayne]
All that talk about true love, guess it wasn't true
All that shit you said you love, guess you wasn't you
I don't even wanna talk about it, no not a word
You drive me crazy, I got road rage, I'm fucking up the curb
You gon' get what you deserve, a house on a hill
A man to pay the bills but that nigga ain't real
Tell me what happened to trust? What happened to us?
You said you'd walk me through the bullshit like a crush but left me crushed

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
We don't even talk no more
We ran out of words to say, yeah
We don't even laugh no more
We ran out of games to play
Now that's cold
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And I know that you ain't used to hearing me at a tempo this slow
But I just had to slow it down and break it down
So you can hear me when I say

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I need you
I'm nothing without you
A zero without you, baby
I need you
I'm nothing without you
A zero without you, baby

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
A zero without you, baby
A zero without you, baby
A zero without you, baby
A zero without you, baby
A tempo this slow, a tempo this slow
But I just had to slow it down and break it down
So you can hear me when I say
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LoalYoung Mula, baby
You thought it was over?

I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch when she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything, but trust these hoes
(CB fuck with me!)

When a rich nigga want ya
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Just got rich
Took a broke nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to Dubai with me
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley
I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs
Smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the rappers

When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (nothing no)
These hoes ain't loyal (no they ain't)
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad bitch, let's get to it right away
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
That's a no no girl
All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance

Just got rich
Took a broke nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (no, nothing)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

With ciroc in the system
Ain't no telling will I fuck them, will I diss them
That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
No relation, I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
LVs, Hermes, Dolces
Them hoes ain't loyal. Man, they rotate
School me to the game, now I know my duty
Put her in a Lotus
She was riding in a hoopty
Fuck that bitch
I got my own hoe
Fuck your weed
I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on
Tell that bitch
Put a ring back on
Montana

Come on, come on, girl
Why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
When I call her, she gon' leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
You just spent your ring on her
And it's all for nothing
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for you)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal (they be playing games)
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Let me see
These hoes ain't loyal
Let me seeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Sleazy[Kesha - Intro]
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bouji friends
I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
[Wiz Khalifa]
Okay I'm young and I'm tatted
I get them bucks like an addict
In this Christian Dior, I spend so much on my fabric
I got a wifey at home and what she wants she can have it
And she in love with my stick, she say I work it like magic
Okay no need to panic, I'm on a beach where the sand is
Somewhere smokin' on medication, no I won't need a bandage
Some would look at my age and try to say I'm young and I'm handsome
I say I'm filthy fucking rich, so I'm an old dirty bastard
And my cribs a disaster and my kush is the master
I was in my yellow car but my Ferrari go faster
Sounding like a band in it and my diamonds the dancers
On the remix with Kesha, bout to go see the cashier
On the grind so now my watch has got a lot of diamonds in it
I look down and see a hundred thou' and think its time to get it
Brought a lot of marijauna and I'm here to share it
No it's not a problem, better get it, then I won't be here tomorrow momma
[Kesha] x2
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bouji friends
And I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
[Andre 3000]
We start out so cute in our baby pictures
That momma shot for our daddy so that HE wouldn't forget you
He forgot anyway, but hey, one day he'll remember
If not he's human, I'm human, you human, we'll forgive him
God gives him his ultimatum, can't see how momma hates him
He's such a cool ass guy, then wonder why she date him
I'm only 8, I'm not old enough, guess it's complicated
Two parent dwellings, expelling have got so underrated
I only say this in cadence so it don't get negated
I was gon' save it for later but later look like maybe
This crazy lady named Kesha is guessing my Mercedes
Would be all new and through through, but its the 1980s
But now that we are cool cool, she sippin' Irish Baileys
She say "Stacks, you're true blue?"
I said "Nah, I'm Navy"
I call her Kesha, she like it, because it's hood to her
She call me Andre 6000 because I'm good to her
[Kesha] x2
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bouji friends
And I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
[T.I]
Hey Kesha what up boo its me
Do you know what to do wit me?
Bad bitches, I got two of me
Well you better make it two or three
Bad bitches know me so don't bother introducing me
They want me more than diamonds
Wipe me down bitch, I'm super clean
I'm hella cold, mega paid, making moves doing things
Bitches stay queued and they all wanna do the king
I'm ballin', royalty, knew it when I seen her
I was gonna take her, make her my new royal penis cleaner
My demeanor something special and this dick is so impressive
Bitch I bet you take it off and take it with you if I let you
I ain't trippin', I'm just here, couldn't catch you when I catch you
Bitch my swagger super natural
Get you pregnant looking at you
I ain't nothing like them other dudes
I'm an atom bomb, they a molecule
Still paint ballin' out the frame, stuntin' like a fool
[Kesha - Hook]
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bouji friends
I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
The beat's so fat gonna make me come
Um, um, um, over to your place!
Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
The beat's so fat, gonna make me come
Um, um, um, over to your place!
[Lil Wayne]
We be on that shit that no one be on
Thats what we one, smoke that neon
Kings of Leon, Dynamite Napoleon
Got some skinny's and a tee on
And some vans and my mans got the ratchet
While I'm laying in some pussy you be laying in a casket
And I'm just saying, I'm just spazzing
Im just smashing, Im just nasty
If you 'bout it, bust it open
Oh you fancy man, I got so many flows like mansion
Catch a tantrum, know a girl called Cleopatra
She a throw that pussy at ya
I'm financially straight like a lion
I ain't lying
And all my hoes on they toes
Ballerina, Black Swan
Man we on Ciroc, Grey Goose
It's Weezy baby, sleazy baby
Young Mula baby!
[Kesha - Hook]
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bouji friends
I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamondsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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LoverLover (Feat. Lil Wayne)
This argument is just gonna keep going on, and on
And at this point I don't even really care who's right or wrong, ah
I just don't wanna fight anymore, even forever but on you and for
And if you think this is the way to be, I'm sorry this ain't no worth on me
And I know, I know, that no one's perfect
But what's the purpose, if we can't even make it through the day
Without fighting, we can't even get along
I would just rather let it go, cause you soon already know that

I'm a lover, I'm a lover, I'm a lover, I'm a lover
Not a fighter, not a fighter, not a fighter, not a fighter X 3

Don't even matter, what you sayin'
Right now I just need some time so I can do some thinking
Will this be the end of me and you, whoa, whoa
All I know is that I'm stressed out
Seems like we've tried everything I gave me best shot
Now and every time for us to go in the town
I know, that no one's perfect
But what's the purpose, if we can't even make it through the day
Without fighting, we can't even get along
I would just rather let it go, cause you soon already know that
Without fighting, we can't even get along
I would just rather let it go, girl you already know that
I'm a lover, I'm a lover, I'm a lover, I'm a lover
Not a fighter, not a fighter, not a fighter, not a fighter X 3

I got that gene in my system, somebody gonna be my victim
Yeah, don't fight that love, just bear with me baby like a white and black cub
Girl love is a must, so don't put up a fuss
I'm hard as steel, she wet, making rust
With you nobody, and I'm somebody
... around it, yeah, haha
All we do is fussin, don't start honey
And I put that ... and make you up funny
Yeah, PJ, young money, New Orleans, and it really don't start nothing
Won't be nothing, let me say something
I'm a lover not a fighter, but I think I told you that
I know, that no one's perfect
But what's the purpose, if we can't even make it through the day
Without fighting, we can't even get along
I would just rather let it go, cause you soon already know that

I'm a lover, I'm a lover, I'm a lover, I'm a lover
Not a fighter, not a fighter, not a fighter, not a fighter X 3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Come About It[Hook]
Came in the game as a young'n
Signed with Cash Money, pocket fulla money
Niggas pop shit, always talkin' 'bout somethin'
See ya' ass in public, it's a whole 'nother subject
Man they just talk about it, they just talkin bout it
And I'm on the streets with it, I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from you got to be about it
And if you want it want it, we come and see about it

[Verse 1]
Okay, uhh
It's Weezy baby like the last shit
A big car and a bad bitch, uhh
I'm so fly, I need my ass kicked
These niggas ballin' by accident, uhh
Keep talkin' nigga fuck up your body
Send you home and tell your mom it was a accident, uhh
Haha, I'm a G til the casket drop on my glasses, uhh
Fast money, I'm the fastest
I got that hustler's passion ya know
Them boys back in the ass end
I'm at the bank tryin' to cash in
Okay

[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Okay it's been a murder, bitch I make a killin'
Insurance papers and the safe money in the ceilin', uh
I got a pillow case full of pistols
Come thru a nigga house and aim at the pillows, uh
Yeah, wake up, wake up, fuckin' with them boys
You gon' wake up taped up, ya dig
Now go drink that lake up stick 'em in the trunk
And let them feel that bass pump, haha
These niggas is nuts that man that M-14 leave you physicially fucked
Haha these niggas is ducks well you can call me Scrooge
Cause I'm swimmin' in bucks, bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Yeah okay, yeah, yeah
Too hot, to cold, uh, I'm red hot, blue cold
I'll knock your melon out your fruit bowl
All my guns black, I got true soul, yeah
And i call my coupe black panther bla, bla, bla
Thats the gat anthem and if a nigga play with family for that matter
I'm a smoke so many niggas I'm a catch cancer, c'yeah
And if I step up out this Benz'o, you know
I'm comin' with a gun like a Nintendo, they soft
Them niggas fallin' when the wind blow
Then I'm rollin' up my window, fuck 'em
[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hello Brooklyn 2.0Hello Brooklyn!

[Chorus]
Hello Brooklyn how you doing
Where you going and can I come too
And if I can I'ma be your man
You could be my lady and have my baby
And drive my car and drive me crazy
Wherever your going baby girl just take me
Cause I'm so taken if you taken
I'm just saying baby I'm just saying

Like a mamma you birthed me, Brooklyn you nursed me
Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Burkley
They say you murked me by the time I was 21
That shit disturbed me, but you never hurt me
Hello Brooklyn, if we had a daughter
Guess what I'ma call her, Brooklyn carter
When I left you for Virginia it didn't offend ya
Cause you know I only stepped out to get dinner
And I'm eating, so much I bought extra
So much so that dinners now turned into breakfast
I only roll Lexus to hug your road
I love your corners, I'm half your soul
Hello Brooklyn
[Chorus]
Hello Brooklyn

Whats your story, she said she's eating on the run but she ain't Nore
She said she's got a man but he ain't worried
But baby I'ma have to rob him like Orie
She said she love B.I.G. and she likes 2Pac
And when I said Jay-Z she said it's the Roc
I'ma leave it like this like this like that
Where Brooklyn at, where Brooklyn at
Have you seen her, and when she tell you something you better believe her
She told me she like my new Orleans demeanor
And so I said goodbye Katrina and hello Brooklyn

But baby you are the sweetest site eyes could see
I said hello Brooklyn, but baby I hope you never say goodbye to me
I said hello Brooklyn, but baby you are so damn fine to me
And I remember the time, place and the weather from the day you said hi to me
And I say hello Brooklyn

Brooklyn you crazy look how you made me
Razor blades in my mouth walking 'round behaving
Or demented black hoodies and timberland'd
Always scheming you see the gleam on that niggas pendant
Hello Brooklyn, you bad influence
Look what you had me doing
But I ain't mad at you, look at my attitude it says my life's too real
Check out my ice grill baby I'm cold as ice
I come from Brownsville but my "beds in the 'stye"
Blow la la "flatten your bush" till we smoking c.i
What up to the boy d.i. you know I handle B.I
I don't half step on the 'caine, ask the dreads 'bout I
How you want it slow she like it hard cold
So I grind slow iller than out in square mall back in the 9-0
My fine hoe we got some victims to catch
So in a couple years baby I'ma bring you some next
[Chorus]
But baby you are the sweetest site eyes could see
I said hello Brooklyn, but baby I hope you never say goodbye to me
I said hello Brooklyn, but baby you are so damn fine to me
And I remember the time, place and the weather from the day you said hi to me
And I say hello BrooklynEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Mr. Gangsta[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Then the god stepped in
Instead of A the track should say Amen (Haha)
Drama I got it, Weezy bionic, Wayne iconic
Get up in that ass like a colonic
We don't do drive by's we do pull ups like Sonic
Don't it, remind you of greatness
Leave your ass faceless
I battle you, take your heart, and then taste it
I'm a crazy motherfucker, and so is my homies
And I promise, to make most of my moment
You boys ain't talking bout shit
Even in the bathroom you ain't talking bout shit
Shoot your ass in the leg, tell you walk it out bitch
Tommy gun on me like a Tommy outfit
I'm a, Hollygrove asshole
Bitch I'm gutta like a bad bone
Make the money do cartwheels
Footprint like a Carolina Tarheel
Just like young Mike
It's Young Money bitch we about to take flight
Weezy

[Verse 2: Smitty]
Yes, you are now rocking with the best
Evil empire, DJ EFX
Remix Mafia, 3 6, we sick, make hit records prestigious
We just, ride 'til the new budget free up
Married to this shit 10 years, no prenup
Done with the games, man put the Wii up
Meet up at the Days Inn then turn the beat up
Re-up, yea I'm trynna get a key up
Say the game locked, Wayne better get a key up
(Ugh) On the flow put the G up
Velour suit FILA, feet up 2 seater
We up in the Poconos brewing that tea up
Bet better yet ? like cheya
Cheya money long like me (yuh)
Mean sixteens that'll end your career
We are, right here mon frere
From the same label that brought you Aaliyah
Prayer, in the air one shot, one tear
Warning, these rap niggas not what they appear
Never been cheap Louis Vs on my ear
Fuck the grill rather spend 10 mil on veneers (yea)
This a hip-hop premier
Talking old school D and D like ?
And Aaliyah (yea) still on some fly shit
And tell Splash "yea homie this our shit"
The flow crack, go and get the ?
Now clip that, take it back to the projects
I obsess over trying to be the best
But if it's no struggle, then it's no progress
And that's a hard pill that I try and digest
I just kill them off soft like Wyclef
Rooms in the sky, dead men fly
These type of words make a grown man cry
(Who am I) Most hated, underrated, and debated
If we ain't talking money homie I'll see you later
Kinda faded with this thick bitch looking like Jada
Take her back to the truck, then we fuck
Then I ate her, made her nut
Got her up, now she talking 'bout payment
Baby you already know that the flow so crazy
Nothing more, nothing less
Yes, you are now rocking with the bestEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Money On My Mind (Remix) [Blow][Chorus]
Money on my mind, money on my mind
Money, money on my mind
Money on my mind, money on my mind
Money, money on my mind
So money is all I think of
Money on my mind, money on my mind
Money, money on my mind
Money on my mind, money on my mind
Money, money on my mind
So money is all I think of

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Steppin' out the motherfuckin' car
They in awe
I'm looking like a star, bitch
When you see me make a wish
Holla at ya motherfuckin' boy, J.R
Birdman my pa, bitch
Ball bred, born rich
Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed
Cause my toilet paper thick
I know, but trip
And that .40 make a chip
Out a potato-head wimp
Then, like ranch, I dip
And the hustle is all muscle
Just strength
When it comes to that weight I don't struggle
I just lift
I got my hand on the game
Yeah I make a grip
Hundred grand in my fist
Same on my wrist
Get key money from a quarter
Blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes
Nigga I'm a pimp
Lil nigga 'bout to rape the market
If we talking 'bout money
Baby, now we talking
[Hook]
(Money on my mind)
Yeah, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches
Get money, get money, get money
(So money is all I think of)
Get money, get money, fuck bitches
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
20 grand in the left
Another 20 in the right
Got my wallet in the back
And that thing packed tight
Credit cards don't need 'em
All the birds won't feed 'em
While I'm sitting at the table just me and family eatin'
E-class on the cell; discussing another mill'
Gucci Gucci bottle empty, daddy needs a refill
Up in frevay I'm standing on the bar
If it ain't a black truck it's a quarter million Maz'
I'm in love with kush and Kate Fox
If ya need anything hit the safe deposit box
Outta town for a month
Came home with a duffel it was one point something
Getting brain and I love it
Pimp, ask Khaled. Lobster salad
Mobster acknowledge I'm popping in Dallas
Pop collars I touch hoes like crep flow
The game in a choke hold
No I won't let goEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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What Does Life Mean To MeBaby! Ghetto biotch!
What does life mean to me?
Cars clothes an a lot of jewelry
What does life mean to me?
A fine ghetto bitch wit a big ass booty
What does life mean to me?
Drinkin', pimpin' an a whole lot of weed
What does life mean to me?
Every things right what we said, please believe me
(Baby)
Talkin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Sqad Shit[Intro: Lil' Wayne]
Yo - yea whattup world - SQAD Shit
I  go by the name of weezy
He go by tha name of nut and
He go by tha name of gutta
And we...

[Verse 1: Peanut Flame]
Bitch im sqad fa life
Hit cha one time and if you dont die
Bitches scarred fa life
Yall niggas hermaphrodites
Better grip ya torch is tight
When we park and cut off tha lights
Will hold tha fight
Believe these lil dawgs a bite
Im talkn phsyc
When im on or off the mic
In the rawest night
You could afford tha price
Call us soft or dark or light
Jus becuz my voice is light
The bottom of my arms is bright
Tha chrome is right here
Stand right here on tha site
Yount wanna be in that place
Witcha mom with a sad face
While they go and put ur ashes in that vase
Gimme room gimme git back space
Fore i fix it where yo jaw can't git back strait
And tha streets is too raw
It can't git back safe
If a josh should kiddy on tha strength of tha weight
Look im not a white boy
Not a new kid on tha block
Want tha white boy halla
Tha kidd on tha block ykno
[Hook: Lil' Wayne]
Ah ah ah ah ah its tha SQAD Shit
Yea its that SQAD Shit
Yea yea that SQAD shit
Oh oh SQAD Shit
Yea SQAD Shit yea
Its our shit - halla at cha boy

[Verse 2: J.Gutter]
Its like a nigga dont git no sleep
Im tryna be tha first nigga up
So i can mirk tha street
Sit flock fat rocks
Gatta bag of trees
Fuckin pigs on my ass - so they taxin me
(J.Gutter) - i gives a fuck let them bastards be
(J.Gutter) - i got 100 trash bags of weed
(J.Gutter) - give it ta fee and move rapidly
(J.Gutter) - Supa in tha kitchen and he wrappin ki's
Im on tha block nigga puttin in work
Hustle hard from first ta first
But wait it gits worst
I gatta git it - til im lyin in a hurst
Dreams ta lockdown tha souf side of tha earth
Ima be gutta til im lyin in tha dirt
These niggas askin am i dyin ta a nurse
Nigga im hustla im grind til it hurts
Its gutta gutta bitch
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Yea ima hustler baby
I just want you ta know
And i love me some ki's
Quarters ounces and o's
Na while this bouta bubble
So put it in there fast
Ta take all this crack
And go flood tha ave
Cut it back crums ta grams
From hand ta hand
Dubs ta grands
From the slums ta them industry club jams
I keep it jumpin
Supa my front man
Becuz i gatta do this rap shit jus fa a fronting
And if i ever see tha day my muzik bu-bumb
Back ta tha block ta pump sand
Know how ta live call me young man
And shit i did it fa my daddy
And understand if you lookn fa pitcture round that nigga in tha alley
Whaaat niggas still got it all tha time - just find me
True hustlers never stops ta grind - im grindin
When the drought come around some prices go up
My numbers come down
Nigga got hovers - got pounds - got bundles
Slick with the hustle
Weezy leave you with tha itch
And the uptown shuffle
Gimme a plate
Come through with that shit that they had back in 88
Balloons of heroine
Silver packs are 88
Crazy wait paper straight
Lazy eye mercedes 5
Slow and drive
We dont need tha cop ta pull us over got that blow in inside
Man tha bitch ain't got no in size
Cuz it stop with tha yay from tha flo up
Come tell weezy wee you need that yola
I got more coc' than coca cola
Ima solja holdin down tha nolaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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You Don’t Know Us[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I do this when I wanna, momma
I hustle when it's hotter
Money, gun, weed in the water bottle
I'm the coolest in the sauna, momma
I ain't sweatin' it, I'm bettin' it
I'll make it back tomorrow, momma
I got corner honor
Ain't been to court since 2004
Looks like I got it goin', your honor
I'm a lone rider, grind for my own dollars
They was in front, but I blow by 'em
[??]
I'm all holes like corn-rolls, open toes
Fake titties, yes, I bought both of those
Hold your nose, I'm the shit, can't be flushed
I got the toilet stopped up, call the plumber up
My stomach's stuffed, that's right, I'm eatin'
I smoke the best weed, look like I'm sleepin'
[?] evening, off it by the morning
Professional dope-boy, my office is Tha Carter
Yes I do, and I do it better than most
My competitive drive knock a nigga off the road, yeah
Lock and load, pull the triggers and roll, yeah
The bigger your mouth, the bigger the hole, yeah
We figured 'em out, them niggas is hoes, yeah
They lawn chairs, baby, quicker to fold
But me, I'm quick on my toes, I remember the code
You need a pass for the hood, watch me get through the toll
Shit, I been through the cold, I shot through the fire
Still rock too much ice, shoulda got you a visor
I pull up, the bitches flockin' at my [?]
Fresh like I just stepped outta the drier
Yes, no threat, I got the locker for lyin'
[?] the whole block's behind me
Yeah, stay low, the cops are spyin'
But they could never figure out the rocket science
No pocket knife, no pocket iron
Yeah, pots and pans make the pockets wider
Dig 'em a hole, let the property hide 'em
Build a house and throw a party over your dead body
Never said I never fell, but never dropped an assignment
Gotta finish what you start or the cops'll find it
Dinner in the park, yeah it may seem cool
But me, I'd rather not let 'em see my food
I'm stayin' strapped like Fila shoes
Bet I bust a motherfucker till the enemy move
C'mon, it's my game, nigga, get in and lose
Ya'll niggas never did what I do
I do me..
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Streets'll swallow you in this
So many bricks that you could build a mansion
With the house guest house, and a room for expansion
Twelve rooms, eight baths, don't make me laugh
Twelve rounds on my hip, don't make me blast
It ain't no secret, hoes is about it
Was flippin' that soft white before I ever became famous
A few tried, but they shall remain nameless
Lunar eclipse, they try to block my shine
Say what the fuck you want, can't stop my grind
One million, two million, three million, four
What the hell, maybe it's twelve
So listen little mane, this before the rap game
Before them videos, before all of them shows
Look at me now, nigga, I rock my own clothes
Mow my bitches, yeah, I make my own hoes1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Roger ThatI'm in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts
Got the Halloween kicks trick or treatin' the clutch
Come on nigga, is you trickin' or what?
Flow tighter than a dick in the butt

Just hopped off the plane, came back from Vancouv'
Little white tee, some boobs, and bamboo
White girls tell me, "Hey Nicki, your camp rules
Is that why you get more head than shampoos?"

Asalamalakum, no oink for me
And I never let a D-boy boink for free
'Cause it's Barbie, bitch, you can join the wave
I done penny, nickel, dimed, I done coined the phrase

You couldn't beat me there if you had a Leer
Indian style court side with a cavalier
VIP Rosés you can have a beer
'Cause honey, when you getting' money, you don't have a care

Now r-roger that, r-roger that
R-roger that, r-roger that
R-roger that, r-roger that
R-roger

Young black Rico's kill for the C-notes
But me though, I'm Jack son bitch Tito
She wanna play games but this is not bingo
Monopoly, I'm past go, go ahead and deep throat
4-chick foursomes, skin colors mocha
Sally and Sonia put the pussies on my Totem
Pole vault stroke 'em, strike it like bowlin'
Now open like you yawnin', it's 6 in the mornin'

Sleepin' on me probably in a coffin
I'm hotter than the end of fuckin' August, I'm awesome
I'm awesome, repeat it to your grandma and uncles
M-mothers, Tyga's no dad but I'm the motherfucker

Motherfuckers, this the last supper
Look, no hands, I'm a bread cuffer
I don't dare love her, I'm a dare devil
I don't fear nothin', motherfucker, Young Money

Now roger that, roger that
R-roger that, roger that
Fuck around and never get roger back

(I'm goin' in)
Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette
The blunt still wet so pass it like bread
We sip side a mug, we call it upset
Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden death

I'm a beast, you a pet
AK long neck, key sweat
Weezy, motherfucker, capo in this bitch with me
Money talks and have a convo' in this bitch with me
I'm mountain high, Colorado in this bitch with me
Flow crazy, 730, you just 650
20 bullets from the chopper take the roof off
Laughin' to the bank, I'm a goof ball

It's Y.M. and we at yo' neck like a violin
It's our world, we make it spin and y'all the prey, amen

Now roger that, roger that
Where Roger at? I heard Rog' a Rat
F-fuck around and never get Roger backEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Can’t No NiggaCan't no nigga do it quite like me
Rock ice like Phi
Cop a J keep the price in the winter like Weezy
Ain't no nigga like me
This be, this be
Ain't no nigga do it quite like me
Can't no nigga do it quite like me
Rock ice like Phi
Cop a J keep the price in the winter like Weezy
Ain't no nigga like me
This be

[Verse 1]
Now who you know can cop a J
Keep the price in the winter like me
Rock ice like me
Talk a monkey out a banana tree
I'm a P.I.M.P
Tip when I walk, slur when I talk
Bitch, catch the ? quick
If she runnin' her lip
If a nigga trip, I give him a clip
Now that's some gangsta shit
Nigga bitch believe, which is not just for me
Just for you
Instead of bringing one key
The bitch can bring two
I'm a bad mother ooh
Just doin' what I do
So smooth, I'm a hustler baby
I just want you to know
Anywhere I've been
Or where I'm about to go

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Dedication After DisasterNow listen man. This right here is dedicated to all the young mother fuckers all across the world, especially in my city, New Orleans man. I respect how y'all hold ya'll head and y'all stand strong after disaster, you know what I mean. You hold ya head high after disaster. Not only my city, there's every city and there's every youngin, not every youngin but almost every youngin, or there's a youngin everywhere who's been through or went through their own disaster, or who's going through their own personal disaster. But not to over, not to undermine my city, you know what I mean, we went through a tough one, and I wanna, I wanna let the young mother fuckers know that I see y'all nigga. I see y'all nigga. Getting money in different cities nigga, getting money in different ways, nigga respect my city nigga respect a New Orleanian when you see him in yo' mother fucking face man. 'Cause if they don't nigga I'mma make 'em respect meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Let’s Ride[Sean Kingston]
It's Sean and Weezy, Weezy [x8]
Let's ride (ya mon!) and get high (Kingston!)
Let's ride, and get high
We don't back down, I'm laying the smack down
I'm sorry but you're never gonna see me fall
We don't back down, we movin' in packs now
I'm sorry but you niggas don't scare me at all
We don't back down, we makin' them stacks now
I'm sorry but we're just gonna continue to ball
We don't back down, I'm stating the facts now
But you niggas never gonna see us fall

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Chea!
Young and famous
Still armed and dangerous
Real nigga, take my own charge like LaDainian
Wild like a, Tasmanian devil, metal your cranium
I got my guap in a headlock; wrestlemania
Ha! man, I do what I do, look at all the bullshit I been through
Some call beef with you know who - but I turn that to beef stew
Rapper eater eat you, and if we stop the beat
You can probably still hear me picking rappers from my teeth
I’m the last of the elite
I got money, fuck a friend
Got them goons on deck like pitchers in the bullpen
On them Lil Weezy Ana streets, nigga fuck where you been
On a scale of 1 to 10, shawty I’m a 10
[Sean Kingston]
Let's ride, and get high [x2]
We don't back down, I'm laying the smack down
I'm sorry but you're never gonna see me fall
We don't back down, we movin' in packs now
I'm sorry but you niggas don't scare me at all
We don't back down, we makin' them stacks now
I'm sorry but we're just gonna continue to ball
We don't back down, I'm stating the facts now
But you niggas never gonna see us fall
Let's ride, and get high [x2]

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Armed and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed, no angel dust
Label us notorious
Thug-ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us
Y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin'
Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins
We just sittin' here tryna win, try not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke, need oxygen
Steadily countin' them Benjamins
Nigga, you should too, if you knew
What this game'll do to you
Been in this shit since '92
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you-know-who
Fucked a few female stars or two
Then I blew like nigga move like Mike
Shit, not to be fucked with
Motherfucker better duck quick
'Cause me and my dogs love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit yo game, talk yo shit
Grab yo gat, call yo clique
Squeeze yo clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggas, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
What you gonna do: fight or run?
[Sean Kingston]
It's Sean and Weezy, Weezy [x8]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Girls on GirlsWeezy Weezy Weezy Weezy Weezy... Weezy F Baby beach bum swagga
Pull up on the beach met a bitch named Sandra
Talk that shit get her to my sand castle
Take her off your 2 piece leave on your sandals
Told her I'm a beast she said Si she speak Spanish
Tan butt naked make the panty line vanish
The sun fell down and burned me on my crown
And now my head smokin like the heat in Miami
South beach killa she feelin me I feel her

She say she got a man but I'm realer, I steal her
Thief on the beach there's freaks on the beach
We do it on the beach and let the water touch our feet
That's s** on the beach whatcha know about it
Girls on girls I build a girl mountain
It's young money yee ain't gotta count it
Girls on girls nigga I'm surroundedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Juug*[Verse]
I juug in the back of the hummer
I juug at the back of the complex
I work that wrist like a Timex
I do it big, nigga five-ex
I do not give out no freebie
I don't play, let's make a deal
I'm taxin' if you're fake nigga
I'm taxin' if you trill
Work, work, work
I got that work
Purp slurping, I got them percs
All of these medicine bottles
Ballin' like Cedric Ceballos1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Where the Cash At (feat. Currency)(feat. Currency & Remy Ma)

[Intro]
You Catch My Girl Legs Open Betta Smash That
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At

[Hook]
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At

[Verse 1: Currency]
Bitches Come A Dime A Dozen, I Fuck 'Em Sistas Cuzzins
Its A Revolver Dawg Pussy Go And Pussy Comin
And When It Go To You Its Comin Back To Me Wit Money
I Told Her Put Some Shoes On And Keep My Paper Runnin
I Put My Mack, Downnnn Just Like A G Supposed To
And If She Dont Come Home Wit It Than She Sleepin Over
I Got Her Creepin Over, We Do It Than Its Over
I Like Them A'Maries, You Can Have Them Momma Rostas
Them Niggas Down Below Us, Baby We Up And Over
Im Tryin To Get Inside That Thang That Sit Between Ya Shoulders
Im Talkin Large Totals, Im Talkin Large Motives
Im Talkin Burner Rubber That Melted Pirelli Odor
Im Hoppin Out Unoticed, You Lookin At My Biiitch
You Wanna Holla You Can Holla Take Her On A Trip
But When The Deed'S Done, You Gotta Send Her Back...
[Hook]
...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I Got A Bitch In The Back, Gotta A Hoe In The Front
Got Purp In The Dutch, Got Purp In The Cup
I Tell Her, Get Ya Money Hoe Or Just Stop Breathing
Cuz If It Ain't About That Doe It Ain't About Me Neither
See A Gangsta Like Myself I Get That Paper And Pussy
Than That One I Make That Pussy Bring That Paper Straight To Me
Bitch! You Lookin At A Real Pimp Ask My Old Hoe
And They'Ll Tell Ya No Remote I Control Hoes
Im A Hold On Give You That Game Moma
If Ya Ain't Payin Than You Shouldn'T Be Playin Im Sayin
Broke Niggas Only Make Jokes Nigga
I Make More Than I Can Fit In This Quote Nigga
Unquote Come Sun Soak Wit Me Bitch
Fly Ya Down Here And Put You On Some South Beach Shit
And If You Smile At My Bitch I'Ll Make Her Smile Back...
[Hook]
...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At

[Verse 3: Remy Ma]
See That Otha Chick Ass Fat, She Stuck Where The Cash At
Rem Stuck Where The Paper, Plastic, Product, And Where The Stash At
Where The Keys To The Whip And Crib And Where The Address At
That Bitch That Be Hidin Shit In Her Ass Crack
Niggas Dont Fuckin Call Me Baby Like Im Related To Weezy
Some Of 'Em Call Me R, None Of Them Call Me Easy
I Got Done Fuckin A Man Now This Bird Is Callin Me Screamin
Check The Way, Bicthes I Be Fryin They Be Call Em Breezy
See I Know He Gotta Man But Im Coofey In The Otha One
Cuz He Can't Get Tight, When He Hear I Pipped Anotha One
I Dont Fall In Love With Them, Come And Than Im Done With Them
Most They Get From Me, Is Wet Pussy And Some Bubble Gum
But, This One Dude Had Me Laughin
It Is Just One Thing I Can't Stand Is A Baggy Magnum
Would'Ve Thought Somebody Threw Me A Camera The Way I Caught A Flash Back...
[Hook]
...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash AtEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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So Fly (feat. Chop)(yeah) weezy is so fly in any weather
Hold up (ah pu) there goes the feather
Y'all niggas ain't even shoulder level
And i ain't on hova level, im over level
Im watching t.v with Regina and Angela
Im on they brain like some mutha fuckin amplas (yeah)
Shake something like dancers
Question my swag and get a mutha ffckin answer

Yeah

Yeah

Umm, weezy a.k.a bring your girl to my tour bus
She ain't getting off unless she getting off unless she gettin off two of us dont give me that cup unless that f*ckin cup poured up
And when i say poured up
I mean with sorup
Young money baller
I deserve a tall bitch
If these walkies talk, they ain't talk bout yall shit (yeah)
Man i swear im so fly
I wake up in the sky
And wipe the cloud out my eyeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Mr. Biggs[Intro]
Yeah, Mr Biggs
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Yeah, well not because of my size
Hey, yo, hey, yo hey, ho, haha
I might as well get me a bitch to say my name on all my songs

[Verse]
Nigga, I'm young as a motherfucker
But money a motherfucker
Young Money motherfucker
Get it in blood puddles, shit
I'm in the South, where we livin' in mud puddles
Shit is a drug struggle when you niggas uppin' prices
I hug the Glock like a turnbuckle
Can't get stopped by the vices, no license
Rollin' like dices on the streets
Where the odds is high
Where the crime is life
And the life is time
And the time is jail
And in the jail you stressin'
The judge probably hit me wit an algebraic expression
But I get away free like Ocean's 11
And I motion the metal
Like a pro-fiessional
And I'm rollin' especially like a pimp supposed to
Watch how you sit down, something's in that sofa
If she wit me, you know that something's in that hoe bra
She's a foreigner, so she say coca
I get broke off, and they get brok-er
They like "so what?"
I'm like "so when?"
We gon' know then
How to turn in, turn out
'Cause we gon' shoot back
'Till the burners burn out
'Till the burnin' burn down every house the block hold
I'm hollerin' at you niggas with every shot the Glock hold
You can't see me, there's a thousand blindfolds
And my mindstate, is put a thousand on top of those
I do school and do lunch at Pappadeuax's
They want beef, I turn that to sloppy joes
Copycats brrrrat, copy those
I got a strong relationship wit expensive clothes
This stuntin' shit is extensive and intense
Like pullin' up in somethin' Americans can't invent
I make 'em fall back, they gotta indent
Like a paragraph, the first sentence
Shit, I'm way smarter, man, I'm more gifted
Straight from the womb to pro, prolific
I'm so, I'm so so, I'm so lifted
High in the sky, me and pops takin' pictures
That's my vision, until my vision is vivid
I'ma give it all I got
We good, Jigga? You bitches!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Loser (remix)The loser microphone abuser
Feet hurtin i just walked from
Juersalem
So you should get onside with the movement
Im the proof
And ill die just to prove it
Whatcha ya wanna to know?
Anything, whatever
I can't tell ya, i can show ya better
Me and my gun
We took an oath together
We swear we never die if we both together
Girl this is my testifcation

Ima wayne on they head like precepitation
And inhale you you need justifaction
But but for me it is just a vacation
Yeah, you can check my reservation
And youll see the top is my destination
You should admire my dedication
Im a winner just call me congratulations!

WeezyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lean Back[Intro]
Owwww
Young Money in this motherfucker

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
There is no peace
I ride 'till there is no wheels
Till there is no streets
Like where is my piece
They dying in them cells or already dead
Or tryna kill themselves
I rep my niggas, I love my city
I feel myself and she feel my wealth
So it will not help, I gotta get me
And money like pussy and I gotta get deep
So I gotta get street cause it's riding on me
My niggas can't drive, I got riders with me
And nah I ain't into that back and forth chit chat
As a matter fact I'mma end that
Prone to destruction, home is corrupted
Stones in my dungies won't do the justice
Them hundred dollar homes is in abundance
Hustle on a mountain, hustle in a tundra
Get that money or don't function
Punctuation exclamation exclamation period
That's the way I have to make it
S to K, you better take it, idiots period
Bullshit, I pity it
Them guns shot so loud you would think I MIDI'd it
I shot more than once, I'm ab-libing it
Oh well you been in hell so what, I live in it
I'm giving it all I got for them incentives
Riding for them benefits and now it's back to 10 a brick
I like 'em thin and thick
Really I like 'em thick, high yellow and shit
Weezy F Baby
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Hot Spitta, nigga, flow so sick
Sidekick talkin' to my older bitch
I had to leave her, 'cause she was too controlling and shit
I'm like "you can't have me, I'm too young for you bitch"
They got these niggas in the street tryna [?]
That's cool, bring it, I got guns for you son
I'm talkin' about 17 other Glocks with the beam
Homie, I guarantee that I don't miss
Hot Spitta ride slow
Two burners on the seat
Cops can't get addicted to my grind
Bitches stop riches, mami I ain't got time
Respect a nigga mind, bitch I'm tryna get my cake
They hatin' on me, they don't wanna see me get my shine
Gon' make me whack one of them niggas 'cause they fake
745 and I ride for that Uh
'Cause what I hustle for, these niggas try to take
But before they run up on me I'ma put it on his mind
Then they gon' find his body floatin' in a lake
I'm tryna figure out with [?]
These niggas mistake my kindness for weakness
Ain't nobody sweet bitch
Young money YM that street shit
Nothin' but heat slick
Rockin' you to sleep quick
Don't fuck around with the dudes
'Cause I ride around with them tools
And I bring the drama to crews
You know I keep sick, yeah!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Rollers & Riders[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yessir, Weezy F. Baby, ya

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I thank the lord each and every day
And I'll have three blunts and some Perrier
My grill looks like an iced out barricade
And I got more green than the everglades
I'm the shit, I am funky like I never bathe
Baby, I'm tryin' to do numbers like a yellow page
When I was 14 I told my ma we will see better days
And sure enough I got Ms. Cita in a better place
I fucks with Marley and Capito from the eastside
On the eastside we all blood, we all family, never Di-vide
Keep my knees high in my levi, Now, don't fuck up my de-sign
Yeah, I am big dog, big dog, barkin' at you felines
Yeah, you niggas is simple, what's a Bentley to a Nissan?
I don't fuck around by the store, but go head and get your lease sign
Yeah, go head, add another finger to the peace sign, that's the W and B sign, bitch


Yeah, ya' understands me, Mack they gonna' respect me

[Hook](x2)
Cause I'm a rider, I'm just another mothafuckin southsider
I'm on that syurp, so I act a 'lil tired
And everybody sippin', baby, I'm a rider
And everybody with me

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
(Haha)
Money over everything, except blood
For money I do everything; shed blood
Spill blood, kill 'ya
Fo sho paper, you get slow'mo paper
They say my money fuckin' up the ozone layer (Woah)
I got yacht money, you got robo' paper
Told ya, my money waver tip yo' robo ova (Ova')
I let the gats flare (Yep), quicker than the mac flare (Yep)
I hear ya' pussies need a pap-smear, haha, yeah
So come follow this (Come), gun-dermatologist (Me)
One gun by the hip (Uh-oh), show you how the Poppa's sit (Pop, pop, pop)
Believe me, my bullets bite with a lobster grip (Damn)
And trust me, I know how to fish (Gotcha'), Boy
And I feel like a shark on his worst day (Move)
Cause you're just a little mermaid
I got that promethazine flow (What's that?), Slow
They can't fuck with me (Nope)
Let's go, come'on

Dipset, you know what it is, Santana, ay', ye'dig, all right, Dipset bitch

[Hook](x2)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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President Carter Signs Off[Lil Wayne (Spoken)]
I'm signin' out this bitch
And like I said, this was the mixtape, faggots
Sucka Free, bitch
Nicki Minaj
Young Moola, Dirty Money, man
The mistress
President, yo!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hundred Million Dollaz[Spoken Word: Lil Wayne]
I spent about a hundred million dollaz, hundred million dollaz, hundred million dollaz
5 Star Stunna in stores now, you bitch, you
Go get that
And like I said, this the Sucka Free mixtape
Miss Nicki Minaj
Young Money, Dirty Money, bitch, holla at me
You dig?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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F*** YouWho that, weezy bitch
Like Sigel, you fuckin' with the young don, people
Plus I'm tryna make a son, he gon' be the sequel
Muh'fuckas better be peaceful, fo' sheezle
I get sums in lumps, like measles
My dough sick, on occasions, I catch seizures
I treat beef like burgers, just cheese you
And for that cheddar, hungry niggas'll eat you
We breeze through in the twelve with the judo eyes
Bitches, yell I wanna do those guys
Ain't that cold, you know shit fucked up when you got banked at fo'
I'm nineteen and I got banked at O
That's the Bentley ma, that ain't that Rolls
But the price on that muthafucka ain't that low
Guaranteed that I'll bang that fo' if your fuckin' with the dude
Big shout from Cash Money Records, fuck You
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Chains, nines, guns that's us
The slogan is "We will bust"
The rules our this our size
Cross it young nigga and you will die
Pumps, ride guns, even 25's
Cash Money got this, don't even try it
Stay where you from, don't bring no static
If not, then semi-automatic
This is the payback, pussy bitch stay back
Fuck you, yo' mama, yo' daddy and where you lay at
What's beef, beef is when you fuck with us
Guaranteed to lay yo' ass up under the bus
There's no one quicker than a hot boy nigga
That'll get you with the knife or pow with the trigger
There's no one keaner with the chrome Sarafina
Murder ain't nuttin' but a misdemeanor
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fo' sho' nigga, I'm gon' ride 'round my city and stunt my shit
If a nigga don't like it they can suck my dick
I got a Bentley, Jag, Rolls, Ferrari
Lambo' with no top I'm gon' ride tomorrow
Fuck a cutless, regals and rams V-12
Gotta have somethin' fast just to get out them jams
Got a big ass crib with a flow lil' fuck
Got a roof all glass and that bitch split up
Got a house built look like a Mercedes booth
Ferrari sofa set with the Lambo' wrench room
Leskitted up kitchen set and Rolls Royce wall
Jaguar floors and fuck all y'all
BMW lights, projectors to watch fights
Caddilac Benz, white fox for threads
Chin cheddar for Chi tower, ain't that crazy
I don't give a fuck homie, that's how I play it
Refridge designed like a Lexus with legs
In the fridge, it's quarters to replace the eggs
From me, fresh, and Weezy fuck what they say
I'm Cash Money stunna nigga and that's how I play it
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Turn My Swag On (remix)Soulja Boy Tellem!

(Chorus: repeat 2x)
Hopped up out the bed
Turn ma swag on
Took a look in the mirror said wassup
Yeeeeea I'm gettin' money (ohh)

Turn ma swag on
It's ma turn now turn it up
Yeeeeea, yeeeea
I put my team on, and ma theme song
Now it's time to turn it up
Yeeeeea, yeeeea

I got a question why they hatin' on me
I got a question why they hatin' on me
I ain't did nothin' to em
But count this money
And put my team on, now my
Whole clique stunnin'
Boy wassup, yeeeea
Boy wassup, yeeeea

When I was 9 years old
I put it in ma head
Ima die for this gold
(Soulja Boy tellem)
Boy wassup, yeeeea
(Chorus)
I'm back again
I know a lot of y'all thought I wasn't coming back
Yeeeeea, yeeeea
I had to prove them wrong
Got back in the studio and came up with another hit
Yeeeeea, yeeeea
I told the world my story
The world where I'm from
Soulja Boy X L dot com, boy wassup
Yeeeeea, yeeeea

Now everytime you see me spit
Every time you hear me rhyme
Every time you see me in your state of town
Say wassup
Yeeeeea, yeeeea

Soulja Boy Tellem

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No worriYou can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries)x3
See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries)x3
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 redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tunechi in this bitch, errybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be diggin' 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’ll have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleep
All these bitches think they’re the shit, I’ll send them up shit’s 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
B’s up, Blood Gang; Piru it, and all rats gotta die even Stuart
On my private jet and 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 a little furry
I put that pussy in my face: I ain't got no worries
Tunechi
[Hook: Detail]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
We ain't got no worries
She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries
She want me to eat her sugar, I say "Why you in a hurry?"
She say "Why you asking questions?" I say "Bitch you trynna be funny!"
Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that Donkey Kong
I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bar
That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose
These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show
I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho
You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat
Bitch it's Tunechi and I'm out chea, no worries no worries
I would talk about my dick, but man that shit be a long story
YEAHHH, OHH SHIT, UH HUH, YEAHH, YOUNG MULA BABY!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Mrs. Officer (clean) (Promo Only clean edit)Hey
Hey, (Yeah)
Hey, (Yeah)
Hey, Hey, Hey
(Valentino) Woo, woo, woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo, woo, woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo, woo, woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo, woo, woo, (Bobby Valentino)

When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels callin' us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang
I make that body sang, (Deezle on the beat)
I make it say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
(Like a cop car)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
I make ya say..
Doing a buck in the latest drop
I got stopped by a lady cop
She got me thinkin' I can date a cop
Cause her uniform pants are so tight
She read me my rights
She put me in the car
She cut off all the lights
She say I have the right to remain silent
Now i got her hollerin'
Soundin' like a siren talkin' 'bout
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
And I know she the law
And she know I'm the boss
And she know I can hide above the law
And she know I'm raw
She know I'm from the street
And all she want me to do is fuck the police

Talkin' bout
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, (Yeah)

When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels callin' us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang
I make that body sang, (Deezle on the beat)
I make it say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
(Like a cop car)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
I make ya say..
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels callin' us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang
I make that body sang
I make it say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
(Like a cop car)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
I make ya sang..

Haha.. and after we got done
I said lady whats ya number she said 911
Hahh.. emergency only
Head doctor performed surgery on me
Yeah, and now I'm healed
I make her wear nothin' but handcuffs and heels
Then I beat it like a cop
Rodney King baby, yeah, I beat it like a cop
Haha, Beat it like a cop
Rodney King baby, said I beat it like a cop
But I ain't tryna (tryin' ta) be violent
But I'll do the time but her love is timeless
Mrs. Officer
I know you wish your name was Mrs. Carter, huh
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Like a cop car

When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels callin' us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang
I make that body sang, (Deezle on the beat)
I make it say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
(Like a cop car)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
I make ya say..

When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels callin' us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang
I make that body sang
I make it say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
(Like a cop car)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
I make ya sang..

(Kidd Kidd)

Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd-Kidd my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every lady cop all ova'
That ass so big, I catch a battery to hold ya
Hands so big you thought I told you pull it ova'
She pull me ova'
Pulled me out the Rover
Then she pulled me closer
Threw me in the back of the car
Put me in handcuffs
Start rippin' my pants off
(All you hear over the dispatcher is..)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee

When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels callin' us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang
I make that body sang, (Deezle on the beat)
I make it say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
(Like a cop car)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
I make ya say..

When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels callin' us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang
I make that body sang
I make ya sang

[Bobby Vasquez:]
Maybe you can lock me up and throw away the key
Call your sergeant and tell him you can't finish your shift
Cause it's on tonight
Breakfast in bed turns to breakfast and head
And I can't wait to get it on
I wanna do it all night long
Mrs. Officer

When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels callin' us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang
I make that body sang, (Deezle on the beat)
I make it say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
(Like a cop car)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
I make ya say..

When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels callin' us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang
I make that body sang
I make it say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
(Like a cop car)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
I make ya sang..EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Secret Weapon[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Young Money, motherfucker
Young Money motherfucker
So swallo slow, bitch
Suck a whole dick
Yes, they call her L, nigga
And now it's time I bring forth to you, what I call my secret weapon

[Verse: Lauren]
Young Money got me over here, the girls flying on the lear
Just to boost my career, pop the bottles, fuck the fear
Funny feeling in my tummy, like I'm on a period
Gotta keep that paper coming, gotta make a million
Gotta fuck a Philly chick, everything is real I spit
Riding in that Mozerati, feelin so elegant
See, I felt that ever since
Weezy got me diamond prints
Told me I'm a star, so it's cool, fuck the shiny shit
Blowin like I'm out of it
And my people proud of it
Fuck whoever doubted me
Money, got it all for me
Steppin out the drop and shit
All this, I profit
No, I ain't a door, so you can stop fuckin knocking
Roll with them real niggas, stunt on them fake niggas
I told Weezy I'm starving, where the plate, nigga
Go get the eights, nigga
Let's celebrate, nigga
Bring the ice cream and the cake, nigga
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Young Money, motherfucker
Young Money motherfucker
So swallo slow, bitch
Suck a whole dick
Yes, they call her L, nigga
And now it's time I bring forth to you, what I call my secret weaponEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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How to Love (Promo Only clean edit)You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love

You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in the corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love

For a second you were here, now you over there
It's hard not to stare, the way you moving your body
Like you never had a love, never had love

When you was just a young'un, your looks were so precious
But now your grown up, so fly it's like a blessing
But you can't have a man look at you for 5 seconds
Without you being insecure

You never credit yourself so when you got older
It's seems like you came back 10 times over
Now you're sitting here in this damn corner
Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder

Ooohh, you had a lot of dreams that transform to visions
The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions
But it wasn't your fault, wasn't in your intentions
To be the one here talking to me, be the one listening
You see a lot of crooks and the crooks still crook

You see you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love

See you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love

Ooohh, see I just want you to know
That you deserve the best
You're beautiful
You're beautiful
Yeahh
And I want you to know
You're far from the usual
Far from the usual

You see you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love

See you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to loveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Big Tigger Live on The Radio #2(Big Tigger)-a u lockdown ta the south to W.B.I.T.C.H were the w stands fo wahh!!! hit us at 180-nobitch wut happenin
{Caller)-hello
{Big Tigger}-yo
{caller}-yeh man check this shit out I went to the concert last night u know the after party and the niggas put on rashed's shit
{Big Tigger}-Roc master rashed?
{caller}yeah u know wut I mean ain't nobody move noboby did shit but when they put Wayne's shit on everybody u know tvs fell down mutha f**kin helicopters come from the f**kin sky twirlin an shit niggas throwin money every goddamn were but u know rashed mandat nigga u know put countryness in rappin he want ta save the whales dosomethin from the f**kin earth
{Big Tigger}-yeah he ain't bringin that heat like 500 degreezdats wut we got right heh wit lil wayne and cash money caller 2 get up out ahh hehEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Intro (Watch Them People)[Intro]
It was the summer of 2001
And I saw the whole fuckin' thing
Wait, can I say fuck on TV? Fuck it!
These guys had on some squad, shit!
It was Lil Wayne, two adults, puppies, six children, and one fluffy puppy, and a dike
But not that kind of dyke, Dick Van Dike
Hey, can I give a few shoutouts to my people?
Yo mom! Yo dad! What's up? How's everybody doing? Cool! I'm on TV!
Hey, I been tellin' them guys they gotta get off the corner!
(I mean y'all know I'm good for it...)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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We Stay HighWear A Mean Dark Pair A Shades(Badaaaat!)And Ya Can't See My Eyes(Young Money)
Unless My Head Is Ben You Dig?
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)
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' With A Bitch Prettier Thanan A Dabarge
Mami Wanna Soldier, Baby I'm a Sarge
You Can't Have Me But We Can Have A Menage(That's 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(That's Me)
And Everything I Do I San Diego Charge
While You Niggas Just Starve
I'm Eatin' So Much I'm a 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
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)
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 I'm a Bang It In Just Until, You Get It Clear
You Heard Dat, Dats My Word And I Meant Dat
Don't Temp Me, I'll Leave You Bent Up In Ya Bently
Believe Me(Yea)
Grown And Nigga, Back In Da Game
Straight From Da Block Back In Da Game
Now Run, Tell, Ya Heard Me Rappin' With Wayne
Run, Tell, Ya Heard Me, Rappin' Insane
Yea I'm Off In Dis Bitch(Bitch!)
Drunk And Tho' Cards In Dis Bitch(Bitch!)
I'm Leanin' In Dis Bitch(Bitch!)
We Got Freaks In Dis Bitch(Bitch!)
(You Know What?)We Deep In Dis Bicth(Bitch!)
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)
(Ch-Chyea, Mack, Rony, Waddup Nigga?)I Got A Thing For Dem Big Trucks
Thick Fine Bitches, With Big Jugs, And Big Blunts
5'4 Mamis With Nice Head And Fake Tits
Dat Uh Don't Get Loose Ova Goose, And Prolly Act Up
5'7 Bitches With Both Legs Dat Tick Dick
All Dey Really Need Is Like 2 Pills And 6 Blunts
Wake Up In Da Mornin' And Count Money And Cook Grits
She Don't Really Know No English So We Don't Say Shit
(Chyea)Wayne Said Let It Rain On Em'
Motha Nature With Da Paper Doin' Her Mack Mayne On Em'
(Yea) Like There Go 1 Thousand(Pause)
Like There Go 2 Thousand(Ballin'!)
(Yea)Now Shake Dat Ass Like You Can't
Pay Yo Cable Bill So You Tryin' Watch Da Saints
60 Inch Atachi, Livin' Like Liverachi
Sportin Da Latiz Forsachi, Shoty In Mazeritee
Dodgin' Da Poperizee, A.C. Cold Like Heart Of Da Nazis
This Year Classic, Like Ol' School Heratchies
You Get Cho Grill Cooked Like It Was A Batchi
Word To Cousin Rodney(Bazooka)(Yea)
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)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Grenade[Lil Wayne]
And I don’t mind when we fall out
As long as we fall back into it
I hope we never put an end to it
Even though you not that into it
Heaven, have you ever been to it
Cause you look like you never been
You’re more like a Hell’s angel
And for you, I’d rather sin
Broken heart, Love you with a broken heart
For you I’ll jump off Noah’s Ark
Love is blind and hope is dark
But why does pain feel so good
Love is science, live for you
Die for you, and I’ll die smiling
[Bruno Mars]
Easy come, easy go
That’s just how you live, oh
Take, take, take it all
But you never give
Should of known you was trouble from the first kiss
Had your eyes wide open
Why were they open?
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked
Cause what you don’t understand is
[Hook]
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won’t do the same
No, no, no, no
Black, black, black and blue beat me till I’m numb
Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where you’re from
Mad woman, bad woman
That’s just what you are, yeah
You’ll smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, yes you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked
Cause what you don’t understand is

[Hook]
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won’t do the same
If my body was on fire, ooh
You’d watch me burn down in flames
You said you loved me you’re a liar
Cause you never, ever, ever did baby…
But darling I’ll still catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won’t do the same
No, you won’t do the same
You wouldn’t do the same
Ooh, you’ll never do the same
No, no, no, noEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Starring at the world[Intro - Lil Wayne]
Weed and syrup
Yeah
Who we is?
Young Mula baby
Got that right shawty
Big D on the track
Yeah
[Hook - Lil Wayne]
I’m just staring at the world from a Cadillac window baby
Hoping this girl in my passenger don’t act funny with me
Get her to my home, we get naked like some new born babies
I’m ready to perform and she’s gon’ be my audience
And she said: “Bravo”, and I said: “I know”, and she said: “Encore”
Girl I’m really big on you, so what you wan’ do?
Too fly, you need a parachute
Ohh, but that just means you’re falling inlove…
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
In love with a skater
Five, six, seven, man I already ate her
She had a coffee mug and a pair of uggs
Got some makeup on my shirt when shegave me a hug, yeah
Shawty got me open, pussy so good wish I could smoke it
Uh, where your mans at? Remember melike this one time in band camp, yeahh
Like that man, she on my mind all day, check my CAT scan
Heyyy, where you going with all that?
I fuck her till she whine then I drink a tall glass
[Hook - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Girl you gon’ make me take ya to your desired destination
Left leg right leg, segregation, aha
Cause I know you like that shit, cause I love that shit
Girl that’s my hole, I dug that ditch
And when it gets cold, I’m there for her to hold
She climbs my pole, beat that pussy like it stole somethin’, haha
Cause she so fine, yeah, from the front, from the side, from behind
Pop that pussy like a cork and I’mma fuck you till you wine
[Hook - Lil Wayne]
[Outro - Lil Wayne]
Young Mula baby
Young Mula baby
And everything is all wrong
Everything is alright
Everything is alrightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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That Was Easy!Aight, aight, aight, aight
Hold up Drama, hold up Drama
That was easy, that was milk and cookies for me
Milk and cookies!

Rest in peace Bernie Mac, man
That was easy for me though Drama
You know I do that all day
Gimme that shit all them other niggas be frontin' on and shit
I'm sure my... I'm sure my... watch this, watch this
D-three bitch!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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A Message to the DJs[Lil Wayne]
Yo yo public service anouncment man
It's your boy- Weezy F. Baby, the "F" is for "fuckin'"
And uhh this is a public service announcement to all the DJ's
And the mixtape Dj's and the mixtape community
I just want to clear it- i have no problem with nobody
Understand me? especially not a DJ
I know if nobody fuckin' know
You made my muthafuckin ass so i ain't trippin'
It's just that when these fake-ass dj's
And fake-ass mixtape dj's
Go to makin' shit that i know real mixtape dj's get pissed off about
They fuck themselves cause they be like
Thats the niggas that's pissin' wayne off cause
That's the niggas that doin' it all wrong
But you know what? i ain't trippin' on them niggas neither
Cause all they want to do is hear good music at the end of the day
Cause if it was whack, they wouldn't be puttin' it out
Hehe, so i appreciate all you niggas
And everybody else who put it out any kind of was you can
Cause if i was you, i would to
Dedication 3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pimp C[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch

[Verse 1: Raw Dizzy]
Bitch, I'm back out of prison
Fuckin with this rap, cause this rap shit easy
Hooked up with Weezy, niggas didn't believe me
I'm not a fuckin actor, but they see me on the TV
I'm with my man, boy, we in the hood, boy
We got numbers, and it's good, boy
Got them birds to Georgia, comin through the water
It's sixteen-five if you wanna place an order
Thirty-six, grams, fish scales
Thousand and Eight grams, nigga, you failed
I'm a hustler, what are the fuck you
I'm getting money, me, and my whole crew (Young Money!)
Me and them, that's Young Money
We got old money, if you ain't know, dummy
Bitch, it's my turn, and it's the time around
For me to hold it down, for my seventeenth round

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Bitch, I'm Mack Maine!
Hollygrove's Hannibal, you cowards, I'm cannibal
Riding in that Phantom, hoe, them niggas is cowards, hoe
The Applestreet animal, but the food ain't flammable
I'm from the hood, where young niggas gamble, yo
You niggas sweet like fruit, Cantaloupe
See every day, I wake up, and know it's more shit
Niggas say my flow sick, I be like, no shit
The feds pull up, askin questions, I don't know shit
I got alzheimer's, I'm an emotional G, like Carl Thomas
The type of niggas that'll play with your ass on the Palm Pilots
Tryna go gold, just like the 49ers, I did a million times
See I could merk ya with a million rhymes a million times
See, I got money, I could buy you bastards
That's why I got more hoes than a Buyou classic
Like Eighty degrese when I tell a bitch please
Raise up off my N-U-Ts cause you gets none of these
At ease

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitchEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Competition Interlude[Question:
Are you still competitive in the rap game?]

[Answer:]
Uhhm, competition is different these days
That competition is competing for my awesome fan base
My awesome fans
Attention, you know what I mean
For them to still say that they love me
And competing for they love and competing for them to still fucking with me
Things like that
That’s my competition these days and I love itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Satisfied[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dillon
Look

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Dre]
I'll give my all, I won't fake
Do whatever it take
To keep you satisfied
I'll give my all, I won't fake
Do whatever it take
To keep you satisfied

[Post-Chorus]
Girl, I just wanna
Just wanna keep you satisfied
Girl I, girl I just wanna
Just wanna keep you satisfied

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Wait a minute
Wait a minute, where she going?
Wait a minute, ain't my business where she going
Wait a minute, I just want some before she go and
Wait why you in your feelings when I wanna feel something?
Why you in your purse when I'm tryin' to tell you something?
Why you on your phone after 2 in the morning?
Who the fuck you talking to at 2 in the morning, girl?
That's why I'm with my side bitch baby
'Cause I ain't got time for your main tricks
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
And if the side bitch start acting crazy
I'mma run to the next side bitch
Bitch don't chase me, chase me
Yeah, feel like it's over, you know it's over with
You get my feelings and time and shit
I'm in my feelings, it's all over
And you know what is right, so come over tonight
Don't want fuss and fight, let's get right
Right now a nigga feeling so nice
And I feel like I owe you something
Let me show you something, girl
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Dre]
I'll give my all, I won't fake
Do whatever it take
To keep you satisfied
I'll give my all, I won't fake
Do whatever it take
To keep you satisfied

[Post-Chorus]
Girl I, girl I just wanna
Just wanna keep you satisfied
Girl I, girl I just wanna
Just wanna keep you satisfied

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Wait a minute
Wait a minute, where you going?
Wait a minute, ain't my business where you going
Wait a minute, I just want some before you go and
Wait why you in your feelings when I wanna feel something?
Why you in your purse when I want to tell you something?
Why you on the phone after 2 in the morning?
Who the fuck you talking to at 2 in the morning, girl?
I feel it's over, you know it's over with
You get my feelings and time and shit
I'm in my feelings, it's all over
And you know what is right, so come over tonight
Don't want fuss and fight, let's get right
Right now a nigga feeling so nice
And I feel like I owe you something
Let me show you something, girl
[Outro]
Girl I, girl I just wanna
Just wanna keep you satisfied
Girl I, girl I just wanna
Just wanna keep you satisfied
Girl I, girl I just wanna
Just wanna keep you satisfied
Girl I, girl I just wanna
Just wanna keep you satisfied
Just wanna keep you satisfied
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Stand TallLaawwd!
Shake it like a dog
Wrooof!
Turn around back it up now catch the ball
Wrooof!
Catch the ball
Wrooof!
Now catch her walk
Wroof!
Just pick ya ass up
Yah!
And let it fall slow
Little nigga foot in that pussy
I stand tall [stand tall]
And tell ya man I beat up niggas like hard pool
Ya seen "The Color Purple"
And we don't smoke dat green
We smoke the color purple
Yah!

[hook:]
And we're not gonna stop just because
The feds and the cops are watching us
See we don't give a damn wat they say
We do wat we want to
Young money mu'thafucka
Got them hoes watching us
I say my niggas high
I like to fuck
And I can look dead in her face
And see that she wants to
[Chorus:]
She wanna feel this niggas love I say
Give me time baby
Just give me space
I don't want u around
Like bitch get off me
Bitch, bitch get off me
She wanna feel this niggas love I say
Give me time baby
Just give me space
I don't want u around
[mack maine]
I'm gon be hollerin like bitch get off me
Bitch, bitch get off me

[Mack Maine (Weezy):]
Maacckk maaiinne
I say my chicky black bullets make a bitch get off me
(bitch get off me!)
I get like Lauren Hill I be killin em softly
(killin em softly!)
I just got copped a new whippin up interrior toffin
(interrior toffin!)
And I skin milked the paint to make it look like coffin
(it look like coffin!)
Vultures I dun told cha
How to roll up
(how to roll up)
20's on my coupe and 26's on my Rover
(26's on my Rover bitch!)
Money in my pocket and patron in my cup
(alright ah yah yah yah)
N I got bitches on my dick n I got bitches on my nuts
(we ain't neva lost)
[Lil Boo:]
Natural born hustler
Scisty individual
Play wit my bread
Shit'll end up critical
I ain't just start spittin flame
Boo been a fool
Balla baby
Pool in the living room
Unstackable roof
Mayback coupe
I cloey my bitch bags
Just except for ya boots
We do it b.I.g like gimmie the loop
U trippin off 1 hoe
Pimp I get em in 2
N when I'm done I tell em

[Chorus:]
Give me time baby
Just give me space
I don't want u around
Like bitch get off me
Bitch, bitch get off me
She wanna feel this niggas love I say
Give me time baby
Just give me space
I don't want u around
Like bitch get off me
Bitch, bitch get off me

[lil spitta:]
They say what goes up must come down
When I'm high as a muthafucka right now
Give me a favor, lay a layer of pillows on the ground
Run around in a pair of shoes so fly
And a box came wit a paricuit no lie
Spitta nigga I be insight for so eyes
Spitta nigga I'm a delight to ya whole eyes
Neva give a bitch to a bitch
Wounderful mind

[hook:]
And we're not gonna stop just because
The feds and the cops are watching us
See we don't give a damn wat they say
We do wat we want to
Young money mu'thafucka
Got them hoes watching us
I say my niggas high
I like to fuck
And I can look dead in her face
And see that she wants to

[Chorus:]
Give me time baby
Just give me space
I don't want u around
Like bitch get off me
Bitch, bitch get off me
She wanna feel this niggas love I say
Give me time baby
Just give me space
I don't want u around
Like bitch get off me
Bitch, bitch get off me

[Lil Wayne:]
Now take it off shawty
Take it off shawty
Take it off shawty
And when I'm done witchu
I'm gon shake u off shawty
Shake u off shawty
Shake u off shawty
Now wat u tell her girl
Take it off shawty
Take it off shawty
Take it off shawty
And when u done
Shake her off shawty
Shake her off shawty
Shake her off shawty
Now don't be hollin out my name like we was all dat
Dat pussy throwback
N u kno dat
Say bitch don't be hollin out my name like we was all dat
Dat pussy throwback
I really don't mean
To hurt her but I need some time
To be alone

[Chorus:]
She wanna feel this niggas love I say
Give me time baby
Just give me space
I don't want u around
Like bitch get off me
Bitch, bitch get off me
Give me time baby
Just give me space
I don't want u around
Like bitch get off me
Bitch, bitch get off me

Lil spitta, lil boo, lil mack, and me too
Lil spitta, lil boo, lil mack, and me too
Allstar we in the cut
N brisco u kno watsup
Cashmoney, youngmoney
Mo money, mo money, mo money, mo money, mo money, mo money, mo money, mo money, mo money
They ask me do I got a wife
Mo money, mo money, mo
They ask me do I got a life
Mo money, mo money, mo moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Real Talk(Lil Wayne Talking)
I never felt better, Never have, Never will, (Holla)
I mean all I see is money, I got a C-Note between my eyes, (Its Real)
Please feel me, Sqad Up nigga, (For Real)
I'ma dig deep folk, Dig deep dogg, (Its Real)
Now listen, Now what you is?

(Verse 1)
I am what you call a survivor, like trouble with drama
But I recover with power, and love it with honor
Discovered as a son of a problem
Remember smugglin powder throught the doors of my high school
To force up they nostril, 'til it got full
But now they pop for a pill
Lil one here's what's up, Drugs could kill
But drugs could heal
If ya, ahh, ill for that good feel
And it feels good when them fields pull
We wheels quarters through the real raw parts of the streets
My hearts in the streets, So watch what ya step
When ya run from the gunfire of Glocks and Tech's
Specials and Pumps, Vests is for chumps
Eat ya chests for lunch, munch
Young country dude, hunt ya down with tools
Repsect my presence, I step with weapons
You fall in seconds
Its all in the code of the streets, we go by it and stop from it
Real nigga talk, No frontin
Heh
(Chorus)
Do you understand the words that are comin out of my mouth?
If ya dont its because I'm speakin real nigga
Real nigga, This here is real nigga talk
Real nigga talk dogg, I hope you feel me
Let me talk to you dogg, You gotta feel me
I hope you feel me, You gotta feel me
Listen

(Verse 2)
Chrome's hidden inside of my tires
You should see the size of my tires
Ridin' on Mark McGwires, I spark the fire
Got me higher than a late flight
From L.A. to New York twice in the same night
Got some shit in my bag to make ya vein white, Cocaine pipe
Watch homie's brains get rain whipped
Thats the type of sight to make Wayne right
They sayin life is short but money is long, And money is life
So for now I'm runnin the lights, in the 600 with pipes
Hop out, Collar Polo, and under the stripes is something that bites
We will be thuggin for life
And can't nothin pursuede or change us
We gangstas, we live it, I'm in the post without a Pippen
But fuck it, I'm just shootin when I can't move
Who'da knew I can't lose
And truthfully through the loot that's Young Money Entertainment
You get it arranged then holla at me
(Chorus w/ minor variations)

(Verse 3)
I burn in the winter, stand up in the fall
Stand up in the stands, and stand up for my dogs
Them asses I will spall, the plan is too ball
But the stuff I got in my pants cuff
Is enough to make'em put my hands on the wall
Work, push on the strip, I'm pushin the whip
Fat back pockets, my cushion if I'm lookin to slip
I'm hookin ya lip, If ya play hookie with my chips
Put that ass kitchen, bitch, when ya cookin that shit
Dodge hoes, jukin and shit
Cause I can see beautiful women, but I'm not lookin for shit
I'm from the hood where you tooken for shit
So you gotta take the shit, and make ya shit
I had to bring home the bacon bits
Cause Pop's was fakin, and he left a nigga bakin shit
Now my heart ache and itch, from all the flagrant shit
I gotta take in, and thug out
Real nigga talk, bitch

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Flashy and FlyYea
I got that charisma girl bout me now baby (Yea)
Blink I love you for this one boy (Ha Ha)

[Hook:]
Yea, flashy, fly lil nigga
Know some bitches in the street like wow lil nigga
Yea, flashy, fly lil nigga
Know some bitches in the street like wow lil nigga
She's like
Damn daddy! You do it like that?
I'm like damn right, I do it like that
She's like
Damn daddy! You do it like that?
I'm like damn right, I do it like that

[Verse 1]
Yea lowkin
There's cooler ways to die
But I'm smokin
There's cooler ways to fly
But I'm Soarin
Mike through the young G-5 ah G-4, Hey
You never know
Wutta a nigga might tore in
Just tryin to get me some air I'm Mike Jordan
Of this shit right here
Im starving
Ya' niggas just appear
Im here
The Carter so a part of (Yea)
Chinky eye'd
Heed forward
Looking like Key Morra
Street aura (Ugh)
Daily hustling the street like Heep-Horra
Run up on him you sleep and eat all the
Weezy's Christian Diore's mama those Gucci seahorses
Look better with a parker
Set up in my office, you need to rebound
You gotta box out, get up outta the baller
Yeeaaa!! Baby? Damn and you much taller (Ha Ha!)
Make me climb all up on you (Girl..)
[Hook:]
Yea, Flashy, Fly Lil Nigga(They Can't Do Nothin' To Hit Me)
Know Some Bitches In The Street Like Wow Lil Nigga
Yea, Flashy, Fly Lil Nigga
Know Some Bitches In The Street Like Wow Lil Nigga
Shes Like
Damn Daddy! You Do It Like That?
I'm Like Damn Right, I Do It Like That (Im Back)
Shes Like
Damn Daddy! You Do It Like That?(No Its Not The Flu...)
I'm Like Damn Right, I Do It Like That(....Its The Flow)

[Verse 2:]
Right Back With Chu, Never Leave You Lonely
Bitch Fuk Ya Friend I Can Be Your Tony
Walk Like A Horse, Hair Like A Pony
I Woah Chimo Sabbi You Forget About The Hommi
Forget About It Baby, Your Fuking Witta Hot Boy
Rims On A 5-Honda All Alloy
See Me In The Magazine, Modeling For Bad Boy
Quick Hundred-Thou Boy Diddy Youz A Wild Boy
Prisoner Of War, Pow Cow Boy
I'm A Soldier Ask Destiny's Child Boy (Hey)
I Just So Wasn't In My Town
But A Niggas Get Knifed, And Die That Same Night
Situations Get Tight, We Ride The Same Night
Niggas Go To Multiplying That Cocaine Price
Then We Have To Ulty-Lying With That Sleepy Look
While I'm In The Court Lying Trying To Dodge The Brook(Yea)
Real Niggas Never Get Shooked
And Rich Niggas Can't Get Off The Hook
But Look
I'm - Off - The -
Hook
[Hook]
Yea, Flashy, Fly Lil Nigga
Know Some Bitches In The Street Like Wow Lil Nigga
Yea, Flashy, Fly Lil Nigga
Know Some Bitches In The Street Like Wow Lil Nigga
Shes Like
Damn Daddy! You Do It Like That? (Hey)
I'm Like Damn Right, I Do It Like That
Shes Like
Damn Daddy! You Do It Like That? (I About Ready To Snack On Ya' Bitch Ass Niggas)
I'm Like Damn Right, I Do It Like That

[Verse3:]
What Chu Got 1-60 On The Dashboard
You Ain't Spending Enough Cash For
Me, I Do Like 2-20s With The Back Doors
Both Flapping No Backdoors (Shit)
I Walk On Solid Ground, No Trap Floors
And Out Of Town Theres No Factor
I Ride A Round With The Hat Off
The Phantom
Like That Ball, Is Back On
So Back Off

I Keep The Clap And The Pants Fall
Dem Niggas Wanna Take My Life
Clap On, Day And Night I Get My Stack On
I Got Green Like The Back Lawn
And My Team Is The Best Gone
We All Eating Ova Here
We Gon' Turn Into The Phat Pharm
Lil Nigga Get His Mack On
I Let Your Bitch Get Her Drink On
Then She Get Her Drack On
Then Ma Mack Gone
(Heyy!!)
And Lil Nigga Get His Shaq On(Yea, Yea, Yea)
Yea That Strong(Haaa...Birrrrrrahhh)

[Hook:]
Yea, Flashy, Fly Lil Nigga
Know Some Bitches In The Street Like Wow Lil Nigga (Fuk It)
Yea, Flashy, Fly Lil Nigga
Know Some Bitches In The Street Like Wow Lil Nigga
Shes Like
Damn Daddy! You Do It Like That?
I'm Like Damn Right, I Do It Like That
Shes Like
Damn Daddy! You Do It Like That?
I'm Like Damn Right, I Do It Like That

I'm Rich, I'm Smart, And I Feel Like Fuck Ya'
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Outta HereHey
(I want a soldier)
The way you got it, I'm the hottest around
They'll know it when they see you rollin' Impala's around
(I got a soldier)
With the top down, feeling the sounds

Quakin' and vibratin' your thighs, ridin' harder than guys
With the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside
When them lames be spittin' at you tell 'em don't even try it
To shoot it with Chelle and kick it with Kelly or holla at B
Ya, gotta be G's you way outta your league, please

We like them boys that be in them 'Lac's leanin'
(Leanin')
Open their mouth, their grill gleamin'
(Gleamin')
Candy paint, keep that whip clean and
(Clean and)
They always be talkin' that country slang, we like

They keep that beat that be in the back beatin'
(Beatin')
Eyes be so low from there kief
(Kief and)
I love how he keep my body screamin'
(Screamin')
A rude boy that's good to me, with street credibility
If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things if you know what I mean

If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough and he better be street

We like them boys up top from the B.K
(b.k.)
Know how to flip that money three ways
(Three ways)
Always ridin' big on the freeway
(Freeway)
With that East Coast slang that us country girls be like

Low cut caesars with the deep waves
(Deep waves)
So quick to snatch up your Beyonce
(Beyonce)
Always comin' down poppin' our way
(Our way)
Tellin' us that country girls the kinda girl they like
If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things if you know what I mean

If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough and he better be street

I know some soldiers in here
(Where they at? Where they at?)
They wanna take care of me
(Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here
(Where they at? Where they at?)
Don't mind takin' one for me
(Where they at?)

I know some soldiers in here
(Where they at? Where they at?)
They wanna spend that on me
(Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here
(Where they at? Where they at?)
Wouldn't mind puttin' that on me
(Where they at?)
Hey, see, Cash Money is a army
I'm walkin' with purple hearts on me
You talkin' to the sergeant
Body marked up like the subway in Harlem

Call him, Weezy F. Baby, please say the Baby
If you don't see me on the block I ain't tryin' to hide
I blend in with the hood, I'm camouflage
Bandanna tied, so mommy join my troop
Now every time she hear my name she salute

I like them boys over there, they lookin' strong tonight
(Strong tonight)
Just might give one the phone tonight
(Phone tonight)
Homey in the Dickies in my zone tonight
(Zone tonight)
He don't know it might be on tonight
(On tonight)

Ooh, he lookin' good and he talkin' right
(Talkin' right)
He the type that might change my life
(Change my life)
Every time he look at me, my girls be like
(Girls be like)
That one may be the one tonight

If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things if you know what I mean

If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough and he better be street

I know some soldiers in here
(Where they at? Where they at?)
They wanna take care of me
(Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here
(Where they at? Where they at?)
Wouldn't mind puttin that on me
(Where they at?)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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BET Awards 2008 FreestyleDidn't your momma tell you not to mess with them aliens?
I'm just trynna mate like a fuckin' Australian
Dreams of fuckin' Ms. Sarah Palin
And don't McCain look like his heart about to fail him?
But scratch that shit, Young Money, we the greatest
Add another check to my checkings and savings
Add four F's to the Weezy F. Baby
Now I'm Weezy Fuckin' Fuckin' Fuckin' Fuckin' Fuckin' Baby1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Yao Ming[David Banner]
Hello its Mr. David Banner, your bitch eater
I suggest that you dont kiss or hug her and dont eat her
I Run DMCs in this bitch in my adidas
I was chose to expose when you chose as a leader
Yes Im fresh like a rose picked from the garden of Eden
Im stepped out the rose my game rose like Easter
I got a couple bitches thats painted like Mona Lisa
Now I fuck em at my leisure and i never touch my visa
So ghetto, my kicks so retro, got nuts like a rhino, call them Mark Echo
You know I ain't braggin, Im just sayin
I know yall said it too, cuz yall niggas playin
Bitch

[Chorus]
And bitch Im tall as Yao Ming
And bitch Im tall as Yao Ming
Look at my daddy (x4)
Yao Ming
Look at my daddy (x4)
[2 Chainz]
Lets make a toast to the breadwinner
I am so damn hot on the scale winter
Life a bitch, Ill dance with her
All up in the sand with her
Try to get up in the bed with her
And put my third leg in her
Oh Ive been pumpin pussy like gas, nigga
Got my fofo, youll get 8 like math nigga
Still use a shoe box for my stash nigga
Money so tall you gone need a drug round with ya
Self esteem high like 26
You can catch me gettin high with like 20 bitches
Takein plenty pictures, yea you know Im camera ready
Im about to wax that ass I got my camera ready
[Chorus]
Look at my daddy (x4)
And bitch Im tall as Yao Ming
Look at my daddy (x4)
And bitch Im tall as Yao Ming
Look at my daddy (x4)
Yao Ming
Look at my daddy (x4)
[Lil Wayne]
Ok, traffic on Mars, smokin in a spaceship
Bright red flag stickin out like fake lips
Im forever young, forever Young Mula
Bitch, cash money is an army, oorah
Tunechi be what they call me
Im everything but sorry
Get a bad ass high yellow bitch to come and ride my horse
I named it Charlie
No cream in my coffee, dont bleed on my carpet
I falls in love with all these hoes, but its money over bitches regardless
Im so high I won't come down, boy my pack be dumb loud
Waiting for one of these niggas to cross the line, like a touchdown
I gotchu, Im Piru, bitch Im out there by you
Blade on the AK, cut your ass like high school
David banner on the beat, bitch, dig it like a deep ditch
I got the world in my hands Im about to make a fist
Ha, I stand tall as Yao Ming!
Blocka pow pow ping must be New Orleans!
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Gucci Gucci FreestyleOne big room full of bad bitches x8

Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun
They say numbers don't lie
Bitch, I'm not the one
Hammers in ya face, this is not a dream
And you get in every page in this magazine
Bumping UGK, talking about a murder
We roll a Dr. Jay and then we light that Julius Erving
I got pussy on the way and pussy on the way out
Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out
Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the tooly
Fuck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga
Glock for Tini, nina colada
Suck, swallow, semen, saliva
I'm going at your collar
Fuck you hoe niggas!
Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure
Diamonds in my teeth like I'm a fucking dope dealer
You're a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller
I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches..

(I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches)
It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Tote the tooly, fuck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga
It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Tote the tooly,to fuck around and pop ya

Back where I started on my set, in black
All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque
We don't pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats
And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats
Til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat
If you're scared go to church and get a scripture tat
Guns the size of children, now don't be childish
Be with wild-ass niggas and I am the wildest
I'm a motherf-cker, call me Weezy baby
And on the end of the barrel I got a sweet potato
My life is a movie, I got a leading lady
My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady
I got the world in my hands, skateboard n' my vans
And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran
I know what I can do, so bitch I do what I can
Drop that Sorry 4 the Wait, man
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Love AffairI'm dealing with this love affair
It used to be just physical
But now it's just too emotional for me
I wanna confess but I can't
Tell my girl what I want
So what do I do
Let it burn inside of me
Will I get away
Or will it end in tragedy

Fatal attraction ready for action
She had a body like Ms. Jackson
I knew there was trouble when she passed by
But she was so fly
She invited me over
So I hopped in the Rover
Then my lady called the phone
And I should of went home
But I let the phone roam

And it was like
Oh
I can't keep my shirt on
I swear it's was like
Oh
I can't keep my hands to myself
I'm dealing with this love affair
It used to be just physical
But now it's just too emotional for me
I wanna confess but I can't
Tell my girl what I want
So what do I do
Let it burn inside of me
Will I get away
Or will it end in tragedy

I swear that I was done
I'm never going back
Then she called me up
She said I left my hat
You know I can't live without my hat
I got an excuse double back y'all
So you know I'm gonna have a ball
I said I'm going back y'all
Believe me that's not all

And now I'm like
Oh
I can't keep my shirt on
I swear it's like
Oh (Young Money)
I can't keep my hands to myself
I'm dealing with this love affair
It used to be just physical
But now it's just too emotional for me
I wanna confess but I can't
Tell my girl what I want
So what do I do
Let it burn inside of me
Will I get away
Or let it end in tragedy

Uh, I got a main bitch and a mistress
I'm trying to work it out, I'm on my fitness
Probably won't last, but I'm optimistic
One makes me happy, the other one makes a difference
I ain't a player, but I love a lot
She loves me, she loves me not
But it feel good, and it's not supposed to
I eat her insides, mm soul food
She put her head back, then her eyes close
We stuck in the moment like the time froze
Then my girl call, back to reality
But I keep her in a picture in my heart gallery, oh!

Oh (Yeah)
I can't keep my shirt on
I swear it's like
Oh
I can't keep my hands to myself
I'm dealing with this love affair
It used to be just physical
But now it's just too emotional for me
I wanna confess but I can't
Tell my girl what I want
So what do I do
Let it burn inside of me
Will I get away
Or let it end in tragedyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Too Clean[Chorus:]
I'm to clean dey ain't messin with me(check it)
I'm to clean dey ain't messin with me(yeah)
I'm to clean dey ain't messin with me(naaa)
I'm-I'm to clean dey ain't messin with me(eh eh eh)
I'm to clean dey ain't messin with me
I be all ova da bread like sesame seeds
I be all ova da bread like sesame seeds
I be all ova da bread like sesame seeds

I be all ova da bread like sesame seeds
And I be all ova dis beat like a dog with fleas
Yes it's I-uh, chucky I am fly-uh
Call me the fresh prince but to u hatas call me sior
Wait a minute let me put some pimpin in it
Shawty don't be playin ya ain't heard I was the maaaan
Shawty please he ain't got nothin on me
Cause I'm a young hard driver and a 4 mans dream
I'm bout ma cream and I stay super clean from ma shoulders, chest, pant, shoes
You wanna win put ya bets up I'm like a wrestla
(I be all ova da bread like sesame seeds)
Ya digg!

[Chorus]
I ain't that cold
I'm 12 yeas old
Ma pants stay saggin cus ma pockets on swoll
Ma mad ma pockets on lean I stay super clean
I'm hot, I'm fresh
Go head and call me crispy cream
Ma flow so mean ma mad ma flow so cold
Hold up a-a chu ice cubes fall out ma nose
When I step up in the buidin
A lil warrior with da dreads
Before I hit the stage the stage run up ma head
Ma people tried again she holla boy is u trippin
Jus go up fa some stacks ya ain't neva gettin it back
Baby boy here to keep it it's our little secret
Cus really I be(all ova da bread like sesame seeds)ya heard me!
[Chorus]
Man I'm kicked up like betty crockers boy
U wanna play rough u want some rum rum
Go find u a toy u labocha boy
I switch ma style like I switch a brand new pair of draws
And dats all the time this here is hamper time
Put me in a dump baby and I'm still gonna shine
And I'm an animal all about ma kemp cream
(all ova da bread like sesame seeds)
I stay g'd up plus I'm iced out
I'm who dey talkin bout young money run da south
So respec it or check it oh I forgot to mention
(all ova da bread like sesame seeds)
Ya digg!

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Dear SummerDear summer
Yeah, suffix people, you know, you, you
You already, yeah, come on
Kickin rocks on the block tellin all the old g's
I be coming for your spot when your not looking
Hot cooking momma got it on the kitchen table
I thank god we were always able to
Get the leather couch, big screen, cable too
Nintendo when good grades came through

Then the cooked k's came through
Some soft some stepped on but we kept on
And I slept with the work plenty nights thought I hеard
Niggas coming thought I saw the cop lights but
I was dreaming, then I wokе, the junkies was still feenin
N I had coke so I had hope u may say that is wrong
But I ain't talkin to ya child I'm talkin to this song

I'm just doing the walk down memory lane
If I crash just pick up my brain
And yes, my nikkas the same, but they quicker to bang
And if they do then I'm the nikka u blame
So I shoot first anyway
And I would do the honors anyday
And tell your honor he a bitch to his face
And whip through the state like I whip through the a
Show ya ass how to take 4 and get 8
And it don't take 4 nikkas to get straight
The only hot boy even off this plate
Young weezy baby, that's what ya bitch say
Give her ass a location and a template
Show her how to work the innerstate
Stop working with that thinner weight
Get ya breaks fixed
Stop playin, cause all we know is gunplay
Trip while you full and my clip gon be empty
When the stomachs get empty anythings tempting

Ain't nobody safe when it's for the kid's sake
Hurricane wipe the south like a earthquake
We tryna save face but we ain't got a place
To stay, so they made us evacuate, we on our way pussies
We eat no cake
Ya'll notice when you see us put your jewels up
Put your cars, put your clothes, put your shoes up

It's that serious, homie, pick the news up
It wasn't good nikka, think about the hood nikka...
The people who ain't, never had shit, ain't gon neva have shit
Bullshit cause they still gon try to manage
Nikkas doin anything
Like god gon understand them
But please understand us, nikkas with money lost mansions
Nikkas with nothing lost families
Lives lost in traffic, brought it up to the attic
There goes the stashes
But a nikka got passion
Even though the bounce back seeming like magic
Shit, but call me sick freak
Watch how I turn one k to a hundred g's
Yeah, dear summer, summer breeze

Summer please know I live for ya
Throw on the wifebeater, let back the lid for ya
A few years I prolly hear from ya
But now I'm here for ya
I know nikkas that shed a tear for ya
Behind bars tryna get to ya
They prolly never see ya
It's that real talk if you ever heard it homie

Shit hurt so much might have to hurt ya homie
No commercial no frontin no curve on it
No cut, tell life so what
The drought's in not only white slowed up
The weed slowed up we can't even roll up
Fuck, put it in the money too
But that's the last thing cause hustle is what we do
Hustle with what, how we getting on
Where he sittin at, what he sittin on
Stand up if you know it's true
The end of the world cumin and my city the proof
There, and this is after disaster, this ain't rap dis a recap
Stepping of the g4 still strapped

Bust ya head in the air that's a skycap
Have my car pick me up where I arrive at
Drop the work off cause it don't go where I reside at
Garbage bags filled up with dollas
Dead presidents, gotta dump the bodies
Birdman, as long as we gon eat, then everyone eat off me
Feet off ground, fingers to the stars, reach

And I'm a get death through these balls, believe me
I'm down for the cause, even, when everything paused
I proceeded
I'm a leader, meet the son of jacida
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Piano Man[Intro]
Heyyyy
Yeahhhhh

[Verse 1]
Ok I saw you at the bus stop
You had on a halter top
And your mini skirt
And your doony in your purse
So I turn around and swoop you
And hit you with that toot toot
Like do you need a ride
Like do you need a ride
Cause I know where your from
Your from where I'm from
Then I'm with you girl
I know you girl
I like you girl
I want you
I'm from where your from
And I'm cool with your mom
I like you girl
I want you girl
I with your girl
I'm for you girl
[Hook]
You're my around the way girl (ohhhh)
You're my around the way girl (ohhhh ohhh)
You're my around the way girl (ohhh)
You're my around the way girl

[Verse 2]
I saw you at the benz lot
In that new benz drop
Looking at that benz drop
So I bought you that benz drop
So now you in that new coupe
Hit me with that toot toot
Like girl I need a ride
Like girl I need a ride
Because you know where I'm from
I'm from where your from
And I'm with your girl
I know you girl
I like you
I want you and
Your from where I'm from
And your cool with my mom
And I know you
I like you
I'm with you
I'm for your girl
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Nymphos (Remix)[Lil' Wayne:]
Weezy Baby
Now I'm The Type of Nigga That Be Up In Tha Studio Faithfully
She Ain't Trippin She Wait For Me
I Tell Her When I Get A Break I'm A Break Her
Off So Courageously
I Got Dem Bangin Drums
She Got Dem Alicia Keyes
Ooh Girl Let's Make A Beat
Ooh Girl You Make Me Weak Like Every Time The Track Break
Make The Control Room Boom Like An 808
And If You Walk Your Thong Into This Vocal Booth I Can Guarantee I'm A Make This Song All About You
And You Know I Got Da Drank
You Know I Got Da Stank
It's Amazin How I Think But I Do So
And Every Time I Meet A Girl She Tell Me That She Sang And I Say I Gotta House With A Studio
I'm Jus Tryna Do My Thang Baby Video or Audio
Shawty I'm So Smooth I Go Errywhere That Water Go
Ooh So Bad, So Mean
Make Me Wrap Yo Ass UpLike A Hot 16
And I Promise You Ain't Wanna Hear Nobody Else Flow
Welcome To My Studio, You Gon Love My Studo

[2Pac:]
Now I could make miracles with tempos
It's instrumental
Waitin for the nymphos
That's the intro
Shook when ya rushed me
You walked up and touched me
Why? Do you want to fuck me?
Just cause I'm paid in the worst way... True
Lookin kinda good in your birthday suit
I wonder if your wild or ya act shy
Do you like to be on top or the back side?
Watch when you lick your lips, shake your hips
Goddamn, I love that shit
Now let's stop fake gimme real now
I got a room and a hard on, Still down?
Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes
Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes
When we head for my hideout, act right
Boss playa when I ride out, that's right

Oh Shit Baby Is A Dime Piece
More Than Just Fine
She's Personally Blessed From The Gods
If I Seen Her Right Now
She Could Get Me Hard
Didn't Wanna Talk To Me Just To See My Car
Never Had Sex With A Rich Rap Star
Til I Got Her In Theh Back Of My Homeboy's Car
Tell Me Why Do We Live This Way
Money Ova Biches Let Me Hear You Say
What's Yo Phone Number
Are You Alone?
Got A Pocket Full Of Rubbers Let's Bone
Time To Tell Ya Girlfriend To Take You Home
I Had Fun, But Baby Gotta Leave Me Alone
Picture In My Rhyme Take Time To Rewind These Ordinary Words I Say
If You Opening Ya Mouth
Bet In A Minute You'll Find It's Time
Let The Outlaws Play

[Ludacris:]
Ludacris can't hide or deny that I wanna get you down to them Vickie Seeecretsss
And your body I won't misguide mistreat or misleeeeead it
Hate it up, love it, they can't cut it, so strut it
Number one shaker, like Vick's vapor I wanna fuckin ruuuuuub it
Louisville slug it hit em with a right left, it's goooooone
Tell every last one of ya girls how good it was and it's gone be onnnnnn
Soul Train, more brain for meeeee
No pain, no gain, it's so plain to seee
They be like "I've been feelin kind of stressed can you blow my back out? "
And I'm like "Yea but don't trip if I happen to yank a track out"
When I get done it's smooth sailin once I pull that 'Lac out
Next destination I move forward like Jerry Stackhouse
And 1, have fun, when you chillin with Ludi
We'll slow grind to slow jams while I'm feelin yo booty
We'll hold hand and hold times when I'm up in that coochie
You so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pistoolloop[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
Yah! I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And there's no talkin' back when my gun talk

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga
Leave that nigga with a toe tag, nigga
Barrel so long you can pole dance, nigga
Run up in ya house, where the dope at, nigga?
Murder she wrote on a notepad, nigga
Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga
Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga
I'm walkin' 'round with this shotgun and this bitch bigger than me nigga
Don't open up yo fuckin' mouth cause I'll pull the trigger like teeth nigga
Shoot 'em up, then leave, nigga
I smell summer's eve, nigga
We shoot first, it's better to give than receive, nigga
[Hook]
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
Yah! I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And it's no talkin' back when my gun talk

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Keep that ho shit over there
And we don't shoot in the air
I can't fuck with these niggas, man these niggas gummy bears
Hair trigger on the gun, I pull that muthafucka' hair
It's like man you can't trust nobody, I don't even have a trust fund
Don't buck, nigga, don't stunt, nigga
Don't duck, nigga cause I duck hunt
Bitch rock with me, that Glock with me
That chopper with me, obviously
I'mma empty this muthafucka' - that's fifty shots, approximately
Now fuck with me, get fucked over
Emergency room: rushed over
Hollow tips, in the clip, my gun loaded: yours sober
I pull yo card like a lawn mower
Fall back or I'm goin' forward
I see you got yo gun drawn; I send you back to the drawin' board
Lil Tunechi
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
Walkin' round this mu'fucka limpin'
Cause the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scottie Pippen's
On the molly and I'm twisted
Throw ya body with the fishes
Double back around that corner and I'm bodying the witness
Uh, real niggas don't talk much
Do drive by's and walk ups
Lame rappers that talk tough get a broke jaw, star struck
I don't fuck with the lame niggas
I got good aim, nigga
Pop a pill, pop you, my nick name is Pain Killer
I'm still that same nigga, Eastside I rep that
Pussy niggas better get right or where I see you, you get left at
Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk
Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk
Gudda!

[Bridge: Juicy J]
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And its no talkin' back when it go off
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
[Lil Wayne]
You speechless
(When I cock back!)

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m A RockerChrome on the monster
Leather intestines
Wit a top model and the contestants
I'm a Rottweiler
Yes im a rock n rolla
Its weezy fukin baby
Yea straight up out the stroller
Im higher than the solar
System marly twist em
Im like macully culcan
I was rich wen I was pissin
On my self im ballin
You niggas hate-a-holics
Im just a recipe
So you can save the garlic
Im like a set of keys
Im bout to get it started
I smoke that beverly
Hills from califorina
Dem bitches after me
So I put that paddle on em
She rode my dick and said she shudda put a saddle on em
I watch out for dem snakes
Listen for that rattle homie an I ain't gotta click
I gotta cattle homie
Wut up 5 kickin back jus being boo
Im talkin foreign money
Like a european dude
Yea im heavey man
So you shud reconcider
I hit you one time
Fuck up yo equalirial
I got rythem
Yea I got soul yall
I travel all around the world like a postcard
My flow cold fuck around and get a cold sore
I got dis bitch on lock like a closed door
Weezy's real dem other niggas folk lor
Im connected I got more hoods than a coat store
Im sucessful I got more shit than you cud hope for
And I got threw that water like a boat ore

Young carter tha name
Baby boy rising like hot warter and caine
Whip it stertch it and flip itReup stretch it and flip it
Reup stretch it and flip it
Reup stretch it and flip it reup
We up in da club
We up in da club
Money runnin' like warter
Bitch get up in the tub
Im up in da club
She up in da club
He up in da club
Now she can't leave so we fuck in the club
Am I lucky or what playboy rabbit
And I like big tounges like skate board fashion
I got more girls than the playboy mansion
I bet I serve em up like my name pete sanfris
And a nigga drink like the late fred sanford
And a nigga smoke like there is no cancer
And I kno this world is so cold and decivin
But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin
And until that chosen evenin
Ima be screamin apple an eagle
Yea dats right apple and eagle
Hollygrove 17th I won't leave you
Nope and this is just the previw
But I am already working on the sequel
(bridge)
Fuck wit me wrong I fuck wit ya home
Like a letter to the wife say ya husband is gone
Like muslim im calm but like muslim I bomb
And beat the track up like a hundread arms
Im funky like underarms
The engine recording a thunderstorm
My hunger forms then rings the alarm
The carter 2 was nice but the 3rd times the charm weezyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Stay Alive Intro[Intro]
Secret Weapon

[Skit]

Your stupidity might be your one saving grace
Uh?
Don't uh me greek boy
How is it your fucking stupid, soon to be dead friends
Thought that they might be able to steal my cannabis
And then sell it back to me?
This is a declaration of war
Is this some white cunts job that black cunts don't get?
'Cause I'm not fucking laughing, Nicholas
[?] position, 'cause you're not that stupid
That if you did, you wouldn't have turned up here, scratching your ass
With that, "What's going on here?" look slapped all over your Chevy Chase
But, what you do know, is where these people live
If you hold back anything, I'll kill you
If you're bending the truth, or I think you're bending the truth, I'll kill you
If you forget anything, I'll kill you
In fact, you're going to have to work very hard to stay alive Nick
Now, do you understand everything I've said?
Because, if you don't, I'll kill you!
Now, Mr. Bubble and squeak
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Outro (Disc 1)[Spoken]
Hello. Look. That right there? Hold on. [blows smoke]. Nigga eating gummy bears and shit. In the studio. Might be going out that disc. That was Disc 1. Drought 3. It's 'bout to be Disc 2. Hope you got 'em both of 'em free. If you didn't, stupider than a muh. Anyway. Shoutout Nelly. JD. Blackadon! Marley, don't shoot 'em! It's Disc 2. Drought 3. Bitch!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Safe Mode[Intro:]
No Ceilings
Scoob in the building
(FreeWay)

Safe mode
Safe mode
I got these pussy niggas on safe mode
They only come outside when my cage closed
Said they only come outside when my cage closed
Cause I'm in ape mode, ape mode
And you only come outside when I say so
Boy you only come outside when my cage closed
Boy you phony you can't vibe, whats that safe code?
My nigga

Safe mode
Got these pussy niggas in shake mode
Why these pussy niggas so fake though?
Kill a pussy nigga then lay low
We don't come outside till the case closed
My bitch be snorting lines till her face froze
It's snowing all year round I'm talking yayo
I'm sitting on this bread like some mayo
Like some butter on a motherfucking bagel
Like tomatoes, a egg yolk
I walk it like I talk it with a sore throat and my legs broke
I go hard like I'm dead broke
I'm fed up and my head hurt
This choppa in my pants leg got me limping harder than Fred Durst
You ain't doing shit, I've said worse
Dirty south, that red dirt
I ain't doing shit without getting bread first
And you ain't leaving until I wear it first
I put the choppa in your mouth watch your head burst
Ooh lil mama with the hand work
And she suck a nigga dick until my leg jerk
Then she swallow all that shit, then burp
Then she swallow all that shit, then burp
She ask me to fuck her friend first
I said "why not?", I said "yeah sure"
Because her boyfriend be getting on her last nerve
Pussy ass nigga need a pap smear
Squad got more swag than a black shirt
Cook it up, chop it up, racks served
Cook it up, chop it up, racks served
Cake mode
Cake mode
Only come outside just to make more
Same clothes, anything goes
When I'm in cake mode
Take more
Lord I'm in chase mode
Same clothes
Watching for them police in them plain clothes
We don't break code, we break your face and hoes'
We got that base, that blow
You fuck with basic hoes
Oh say it ain't so
Oh say it ain't so
My niggas killing that white girl, O.J. and Nicole
Rosé on the go
Lil Jose cut you up
Put your body parts in the freezer we got supper for months
AAHH!

Stay froze
Stay frozeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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High As A KiteWeezy:
Hello world!
Young moola baybee!

Nikki:
Murda dem
Murda dem
This one word bout to
Get through to them
Ima kick kick game to ninja nikki
{????}

Nikki:
I'm such a yes
And yur a no no
Look what you draggin
We're a komono
I'm from tha filipine
Better than billy jean
'cause that is why I get more head th
An a guillotine
But then I'm dumb stuck
'cause yu bums suck
Where tha um
Where tha fuck is my nunja
I'm in tokyo
With tha cokio
Somebody sleepin in mah bed like nokio
Yu gettin ill, I bet
Poppin tha pill again
I'm on tha illaman I'm
Lookin for gilligan
Where mah timberland
I'm done tremblin
Cnt find mah keys but I know I hear them jinglin
Each marliyn
Monroe and manson
I'm guessing heroin
When I go dancing
Yu at tha door ok
I'm bout to come now
I'm getting numb now
Let me come now
Chorus:
Sippin on some good blow {Nikki Minaj!}
Its like I'm sippin on tha temple
& I cnt come down now {its tha president ya'll & its tha mistress}
'cause I'm higher than higher than higher than a kite
Young moola baby

Weezy:
Yeaaa
I do what I does
I come through this bitch
Risk blue and 'cause
I'm so 5 star su woop to tha bloods
And before I had a mirror I knew who I was
I know where I'm goin
I knew where I was
Da da da dirty dirty south
See my shoe full of mud
Baby who can yu trust?
Who can yu love when love kills like somebody gave cupid a gun
They go bow
Like they shooting for fun
& sometimes tha solution is execution for some
Besides yu dnt want tha intrusion at one a.m
And tha conclusion is yu losing a son
No inducing mah funds
I smoke tha fruitiest blunts
I mean tha stupidest buds
I get stupid as duh
I swear mah dubia is uh
Fat and just like it yu cn get licked
Shit don't stank when yu shitting in tha bank
When her man run an errand ima hit her like hey
Look him in tha eye and tha nikka might blink
Amen and grind and the nikka might pay
Chorus
Sippin on some good blow {young money}
Its like I'm sippin on tha temple {dirty money}
& I cnt come down now {cash money}
'cause I'm higher than higher than higher than a kite {young moola baby}
Its tha president mane?and the mistress. Ms. NickiEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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FreestyleSuckered Ville yogic urban areas of the most important thing is that the company. I am a beautiful person. I am a beautiful person. I am a beautiful person. 77777777, and we canEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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PapercutsI got papercuts
Papercuts, papercuts, papercuts
Gettin this (money)
Spending this (money)
Counting this (money)
Gettin this
(repeated)

[Lil Wayne]
Young Money Weezy, B-gang bi-otch
Abstract artist, call me Basquiat
Bad Ass Carter, fuck ya bitch harder
Wild nigga, make her give me brains like Harvard
I don't play at all, ball like a small foward
Keep a buncha bitches like Ray J Norwood
Flow so sick, I hear the beat and get nauseous
Then I just kill it, turn this bitch into a carcass
Live in Miami, I ain't never see a dolphin
You come to New Orleans, fuck around and see a coffin
Nigga got power like a f-ckin' Mighty Morphin
Get money more than often, my loft in-
Atlanta, and I got a cabana
And I got a banana-clip up in the cannon
Big dog shittin' on all you cocker-spaniels
I just keep shootin' like I'm flippin' thru the channels
Tunechi
[Chorus]
[Fiend]
I'm a residue rapper, potato chip crack daddy
You cockroach rhyming
I spit that (?)
And while I'm after more like give me
Fitted all red like I came down a chimney
And how I murder rappers I know God won't forgive me (forgive me)
Flow automatic not semi
And you getting by with yours like 1 kidney
I gets busy, voice like (?)
Counting money in the tele like (?)
I'ma need a meaner and I do it double
Send it up to Lucas, start it on the hustle
Yeah I hustle (?)
I got a few dollars even bailed out the ride
(?)

[Chorus]
[Mystikal]

[End]

I know, I know. This isn't exactly complete. I started the Fiend verse then realised I don't even understand him or Mystikal so feel free to drop there verse's in comments and I will update

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The Champions[Intro: Lil Wayne]
What up squiddy
This ya cat weezy baby
Here to speak on tha sqad IE young money
Ya'll niggas gotta feel me man
Even peep where i'm at
See what i see
Like my muthafuckkin young team ain't the fuckin best niggga
Like i ain't got gutta
Like i ain't got nut
Like i ain't got dizzy
Like i ain't got yo
Like i ain't got me nigga
What tha fuck wrong with you calm ass
Pussy ass, bitch ass niggas
This shit right here is young money
This marks the first fuckin day of closure
For the rest of you bitch niggas
If you ain't young money or cash money
You ain't seein money nigga
That's how the shit go
We here to take this shit
I'm charged lawd, i'm charged
Nigga, we gonna kick this shit off
I got my producer bout to start this shit off
My producer on the track plus spinnin'
Eat them niggas up rod
[Verse 1: Raj Smoove]
Damn wayne niggas need to stop
Think about the sqad for a change
We the shit nigga stackin chips
What makes you think we gon change
I'm in the lab doin beats
Stay in the streets pushin thangs
Watch when the album drops
Come spring we gon be pushin thangs
Cycle wood that's my click linked with the sqadren
Damn all these hoes can't be wrong
Jock cause me whole team so strong
1 was approved
2 was approved
3 guarenteed our spot
4 put the game on lock
Sqad 5 all in ya back BIOTCH!!!!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
It's the young money squiddy sqad
Fuck dem otha niggas boi
And we been hearin a bunch of niggas dissin hard
And we been givin dick to otha niggas broads
And we been makin chips while otha niggas starve
It's young weezy baby
Blacks in me 80
Rap don't really faze me
This mack and pimpin pays me
I tax my bitches daily
With the game i shot
It's young money and the game is ours BIOTCH!!!!
[Verse 3: T-Streets]
I'm a young nigga, yellow nigga, skinny nigga, mellow nigga, what
Any nigga get it it's whatever
I'm a rebel, i'm a devil, i'm a fuckin paper boy (what)
Bustas best avoid
This the level that them othas can't pedal this the sqad up on me (what)
Got sqad up on me
We sqad up on you
And ride with the chrome me
Die for the hommies
Recognize the moment SQAD UP PEOPLE!!!!

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
BIOTCH!! this is young money like i said nigga
Led by the nigga FeFe
Led by the muthafuckkin Birdman
Led my the muthafuckkin nigga weezy baby
Led by the nigga supa busta
Led my the nigga c sees a leo
Nigga holla at ya fuckin dude
Get at ya boy
I'm not fuckin finished i got my young nigga Gutta Gutta
All the streets love him

[Verse 4: Gudda Gudda]
This is ya gangsta
Gun em down bang em and shake em
Fuck was you thinkin you headed for danger
My city is tanted where slum is a villager
Bitches, runnin and dealin this crack by they cylicone
This is the sqad a fellions
Grind for many, tha sky the limit
Speed through in 5 and sixes
Shitin on bitches and hittin at snitches we diggin ya ditches
Cheese love when gutta be spitin cause gutta be shittin
Don't get it twisted with this cause gutta be clickin
Two tips stuck ta ya fitted ya body be missin
Loose lips stick out bitches don't botha a nigga
Loose ship down to tha fishes bottle of rivers
Cool whip under ya shirt ohh desert
Too gutta for this earth
Dude deserve it
Move under influence of earth
High as fuck
The champions is sqad up, gutta gutta
[Interlude: Lil wayne]
We are the fuckin champions NIGGA!
This is fuckin young mushu
I swear ta god i'm charged lawd
Sqad up, I.E. young money biotch!
In ya back, snacky snack
Wayne here, Tatrice i see ya, wessy west
Holla at ya dude
My muthafuckin D boys biotch
I feel it, i feel it i swear ta god
Ya'll know it wouldn't be right without ya boy

[Verse 5: Lil wayne]
This is the sqad, this is the mob
You lookin for a pimp bitch this is the guy
This is the guy that her girlfriend ride
Put the triggers up high, by the triggas we die
And a nigga be jived to tha killing insides
Kill him inside, kill him in ride like
Should a man die, real men survive
In the middle of the field there will be sqad like
What it is parner i'm a squadren
Hardly seein niggas they ain't up to my standards
??? we do is sit in here in a cut back caddie
??? to a bitch ain't runnin my habbit
??? to a switch, what are my habbits
I'm a muthafuckin urban legend
Urban stress bring purpleness, murder Rabbit
Ask ya bitch you probably heard i stabbed it
Eagle street is the turf i'm reppin
Weezy wee from the murder capi-tol
Easily get a bird ta crack a 2
We tha shit watch word get back ta you
Hot nigga wayne, pop nigga frame
Though papa been a while put the thang on a chop scame thang
Watch homboys drop everythang
Better not got a dame, i'm a make fa sho she
Do her thang when she get up in my range and
Give me her cock, i give her brain that hoe
I'm not playin this is how the game go
I'm not playin this is how the game go
This is how the young money thang go
Fe see you, Su see you, ??? see you
Gutta, Streets, Nut, Diz, J, Yo
Where you at Rodrick on the track
Holla back BIOTCH!!!!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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SaluteFirst off I'm a muthafuckin'
G-en-er-al word to the cake shells
In this chopper will pop em
Make it sound like a helli-choppers land on top of this bitch
You want this whopper come and get your beef nigga
I'm not a boxer I'm be brief nigga
Were on top I will put you underneath niggas
We will take your whole tribe and I'm the chief nigga
Your highest title numero uno
I'm not that little pregnant white girl but juno
You no anything within a nigga reach
My dogs will bite you and guess who the nigga leash
I was once told by my nigga Meach
You feed a sucka' he just grow to be a bigger leach
So everytime you hear mine get your hand to your hairline

[Chorus]
Yeah I'm in this bitch
Sending champagne to my enemy's
Salute or shoot you choose mu'fucka'
Bow down till your head touch your shoes mu'fucka'
Salute me, salute me, salute me, salute me
Salute or shoot you choose mu'fucka'
Bow down till your head touch your shoes mu'fucka'
Salute me
Now just say hello to the Captain
And I stay away from magnets cause that metals what I'm packin'
Bet your brains on your shirt will look like jello on a napkin
And I promise my fellows will put your fellow on a canvas
Call me Wezezy F baby Young Money army, betta' yet Navy
Fab' I got 'em
And watch me get 'em
And I do 'em
How I did 'em
And tool inside my denim
I shoot everything but woman and kids
Bitch niggas stop bitchin' it's just how it is
Now watch me let that sexy Nina kiss you by my ribs
You won't be satisfied till I send a missile by your crib
Shoot you in the stomach now your pissin' out your ears
Hollygrove all day bodies in the hallway
And if you come searchin' then your finding out the hard way (ugh)
No matter where your from you better recognize a real
Nigga when you see one
Salute me

[Chorus]
At second thought I got the heart of a solider
Told ya I ain't gon' play y'all
My mind has gon' awall
Find it I will pay y'all
My money is yay tall okay y'all
A smidget stack is midget mack
That mean it's gon' stay small
Told dem I don't see nobody
I'm a rappin' Ray Charles (I don't see nobody)
I think I need a seein' I dog
Come to being fly dog
You ain't seeing I dog (OK OK OK OK)
We sit in here like pollen now
Fuck you niggas hollerin' now
They said I been M-I-A
Yea bitch I'm on columns now
Leaders gon' be followin' crowds
General like Colin Powell
Water means Cary gay
Beef is just a style of cow
I who make the call
So make me get the dialin' out
Nick got the cannon yea dat nigga be widlin' out
They ain't ballin' these niggas is filin' out
They ain't throwin' jives they just throwin' the towels out yeaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Welcome To My Hood[T-Pain]
Welcome to my hood
(Where the hood at)
(Where the hood at)
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it everybody got it
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school Chevy’s
24′s so you know we roll heavy
Welcome to my hood
They outside playing hopscotch
And every know this is the hot spot
Welcome to my hood
Them boys will put you down on your knees
(Woop, woop) That’s the sound of the police
In my hood
[Rick Ross]
Audemar on my wrist
Diamond, look like they glowing
50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing
Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin’
Treat ‘em like jack boys, catch ‘em slippin’ then slay ‘em
Lord forgive me for my sins
That’s my confessions if they put me in this benz
I got possession of a federal offence
I’m talking pressure in my criminal intent
So wear ya vest’s and I’m still gon’ stunt
Like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck ya house note nigga
Blow that bitch on a bottle
The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back
Tell you “we the best forever” DJ Khaled handle that
[T-Pain - Chorus]
[Plies]
I know some niggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga
I’m talkin’ Norieaga, nigga, the real Norieaga
If you ain't from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us
And tell congress when you see ‘em bitch I’m stealin’ cable
And leave the D-Boys alone ’cause they motivate us
And why is the half of my whole hood on papers
Some are on house arrest, some are on child support
Some of ‘em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court
Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note
Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo
I’m talking strip clubs, I’m talking liquor stores
We throw our money round here, but y’all can…

[T-Pain - Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch I’m on probation, so my nerves bad
And they say time fly’s, well mine’s first class
I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets
I talk a lot of shit and practice what I preach
Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass
Pockets on Monique
Bitch I’m from the murder capital
Hoe, I’m far from practical
Shit happens and since I’m the shit, I’m who it happens to
Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I’m red hot
I don’t see nobody, see nobody like a head shot
All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out
Got it sewn up, check the thread count
[T-Pain - Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Dedication Convo[Lil Wayne]
It's everybody man
Everybody cross the Grove, everybody cross the Grove
You already knew, man
If you don't know what I'm saying
Then play this shit back, 'cause I don't know what I'm saying
But this is a dedication to the streets
The gangstas, the hood, the fallen soldiers
The down-ass chicks and the people in the slums
Young Money, muh'fucka (dedication to my Mom)
You understand me?
Dedication to our family
That was coming, you see how I spit
And we are Young Money, man
This is a dedication, people
It's gangsta grills, you motherfuckers
Understand that, and who I am?
I am Young Wayne, but now you can call me
This is "Tha Carter," peopleEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Leave Me[Intro]
Alright, now we got my nigga Dizzy aka. Raw D out
You tryna get me stuck in a hole
Only got one soul, I know
From the ground up, coming soon
It's a lot of pressure and pain
But I'm ready for whatever call my name
And everybody puttin' them over things
Fought with 'em both, we can bring it on
Young money (Ooh dawg, ooh dawg)

[Verse 1]
I could give a fuck if you agree with me
'Cause I don't see nobody giving up no greenery
And everybody wanna be up on the scenery
Nigga look me eye to eye but he ain't seein' me
And all these niggas run around sayin' they seen a key
Ain't got a motherfucking thing, ain't seen a G
But always got they mouth open when it comes to me
I wanna know what the fuck you niggas done for me (Tell me, tell me)
Pussy motherfuckers probably run from me
Make me slap ya in ya mouth to get a gum from me
And you know it's only real niggas that run with me
So if I die, probably little niggas will come from me
Shit, it's gonna take like 10 million just to come for me
Yeah, I'm eatin' but I still feel hungry
You know I don't give a motherfuck, yeah I done this shit
And I'm done with it but don't fuck with me
[Chorus]
They tryna get me stuck in a hole
Only got one soul, I know
It's a lot of pressure and pain
But I'm ready for whatever, I'ma mess with that bitch
And everybody open they mouths but they ain't 'bout what I'm 'bout
We can bring it on
We can bring it on

[Verse 2]
Look, and I ain't worried 'bout the law neither
I ain't got nothin' on me, bitch, I'm all legal
And niggas sayin' what they saw talkin' to them people
They got my people in the place without them charges on 'em
And I get charged every day in my charger, homie
And I don't beef with niggas 'cause they all below me
And I don't eat with niggas 'cause we all ain't hungry
It's time to get this money, nigga, fuck your feelings
Who the fuck is gonna take care of your children, shit
Who was there when we were on top of them buildings, shit
I'm over my head, I'm on top of the ceiling
But I'm being real and that's how a nigga feel, fuck
And motherfuck how a motherfucker feel, yeah
I'm tryna feel how I feel to touch a meal
And everybody tryna get a deal
But my mind on these bricks and I'm on the bill
[Chorus]
They tryna get me stuck in a hole
Only got one soul, I know
It's a lot of pressure and pain
But I'm ready for whatever, I'ma mess with that bitch
And everybody open they mouths but they ain't 'bout what I'm 'bout
We can bring it on
We can bring it onEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Kiss The Game GoodbyeG-g-good afternoon call me young tune
I'm D O P and E all in one spoon
New Orleans law-layer, USC text spill
Rappa slash rocka, jazzy like a sax player
But I'm an ex player you can ask players
I don't got stacks I got layers
I outweigh yours, pick the scale up
Married to the game, pick the veil up [x2]

Kiss the game goodbye y'all dry
I Mr. Potatoe head to you small fries
Yeah, you could check my archives
And they nickname my swagga "sharp knives"
Ha ha, first name I thoughts wise
Last name Carter to rappers I'm Jaws five
Last name Carter to rappers I'm Saw five
Young Mula baby

Kiss the game goodbye [x6]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Roman ReloadedBang my shit bang, it bang bang
B-B-Bang my shit bang it bang bang

Yo, I guess I went commercial, just shot a commercial
When I flew to the set though, I ain't fly commercial
And the ad is global, yep
Ad was local
Where we shot it was a lot of different agriculture's
So I laugh at hopefuls
Nicki pop, only thing that's pop is my endorsement I'
Fuck around I have to go and reinforce the Glock

Bang my shit bang, it bang bang
B-B-Bang my shit bang it bang bang

Is it me or did I just put these rap bitches on the map again
You mad 'cause I'm at the Grammy's with the Vatican
You in the booth, but I'm who you be channelin'
Why they never bring your name up at the panel then?
Hottest MC's, top five!
You need money, I got mine
More knots than Eric on Basketball wives

(Ya dig?) Bang my shit bang, it bang bang
B-B-Bang my shit bang it bang bang
Uh, I couldn't do your TV show I needed ten more mill
Not ten on the back, I need ten on signin'
Give that shit to a wash up, bitch I'm winning
If I had a label I would never sign you hoes
Take you bitches to school than I Columbine these hoes
I hear the slick shit, bitch you washed
All you hoes cryin', Christopher Bosh

Bang my shit bang, it bang bang
B-B-Bang my shit bang it bang bang

Ayo, now when I tell 'em that it's Barbie bitch
Yes I really do mean it's Barbie bitch
Ask Mattel, they auction my Barbie bitch
Raggedy Ann, could never be a Barbie bitch
You at the bottom of the barrel scrapin'
I'm out in LA, at the Ice Age tapin'
I'm chillin' at the top I got ample time
Bite me, Apple sign

(Ha) Bang my shit bang, it bang bang
B-B-Bang my shit bang it bang bang (Yeah)

Kush on my breath, cocaine on my tongue
Eat that pussy make it numb
She can't feel herself cum
Got a body on my gun fuck the world with my thumb
Pop a molly smoke a blunt that mean I'm a high roller
My ex wanna work it out, bitch try yoga
Two hoes in the bed, tell 'em hoe slide over
Excuse my French, two bitches and moi that's a Nicki Ménage à Trois ha! Tunechi
Bang my shit bang, it bang bang
B-B-Bang my shit bang it bang bang

Um my shit so cold, man it don't even stink
Oh destructive ass nigga, watch me break the bank
Weezy F, and the F is for fill in the blanks
And I say shout out Mack Maine, back yard bully
And the weed purple like a black girl pussy
Word, middle finger on the trigger
Uh, so you know that mean (fuck a nigga)

Bang my shit bang, it bang bang
Bang my shit bang it bang bang

Bang, my bitch bang she bang bang
Well that's 'cause my bitch is Nina Ross and and
She bang b-bang bang bang bang, she go bang, (bang)
We bang, bang-bang
Bang, b-b-b-bang, bang, blood gang, hey!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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How To Love (Remix)Cut the music up
A lil' louder
Yeah
You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love
You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in the corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love
For a second you were here, now you over there
It's hard not to stare, the way you moving your body
Like you never had a love, never had love
When you was just a young'un, your looks were so precious
But now your grown up, so fly it's like a blessing
But you can't have a man look at you for 5 seconds
Without you being insecure
You never credit yourself so when you got older
It's seems like you came back 10 times over
Now you're sitting here in this damn corner
Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder
See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love
Te fuiste pero nunca me dijiste adios
Me dejaste en mil pedazos por no saber amar como amar?
La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado
Esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar como amar?
Te acuerdas de esa noche eramos adolescentes queria darte un beso
Y tu tan inocente me tenias locamente enamorado, me tenias locamente enamorado
Y ya lo ves, lo que fue ya fue te marchaste poco a poco de mi lado y yo sigo locamente enamorado aqui sigo locamente enamorado
Te fuiste pero nunca me dijiste adios me dejaste en mil pedazos por no saber amar como amar?
La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar
Ooohh, see I just want you to know
That you deserve the best
You're beautiful
You're beautiful
Yeahh
And I want you to know
You're far from the usual
Far from the usual
How to love
You see you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love
La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado
Esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar como amar?
See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love
La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado
Esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar como amar?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Let’s Go Hoe[Chorus: Curren$y]
What you lookin at, girl, you lookin at a G
You ain't good with your man, you're better with me
I'm fresh to death, and I'm already stackin cheese
Come and get me, on my shoulder, follo me when I leave
Let's go hoe, let's go hoe

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Hot Spitta nigga, got a lot of Carbin with me
Got them rounds with me, but never got them windows tinted
Whole top here, want all of them to see me
And this bad assbitch keep lookin in my mearer
Crazy chick, she like this life I'm livin
And you aitn crazy, girl, you can tell I'm a rich nigga
I got more stripes than Nike, nigga
This green with me, all them other niggas bitches
You already know how we get down
Young Money, baby, we is in your town
Fuck a rocket, we sellin that Bobby Brown
If you love your girlfriend, don't bring her around
Come outside, you see the cash flow
Pimp in the game, and my brother and Mack, yo
Far from an amature, a nigga got money like the producer of a track, hoe

[Chorus: Curren$y]
What you lookin at, girl, you lookin at a G
You ain't good with your man, you're better with me
I'm fresh to death, and I'm already stackin cheese
Come and get me, on my shoulder, follo me when I leave
Let's go hoe, let's go hoe
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Weezy baby, my money bigger, hoe
Mama knew she got it perfect, right in my portfolio
From the hood, with them birds and airplanes
Now I'm making money with the pimps, eating Shrimp
I love it, yes, I love it, I bet I could make you love it
Can't no other person do it like I motherfuckin does it
I love it, you should love it
You didn't piss me off, your other nigga does it
I'm on that fuckin Patrone
And I like it, I feel like fightin
Feel like fuckin, might just
Bring her to the crib, enter crisis
Fresh from my head to the bottom of my Nikes
Half on my dick, she ride it for the licance
Yes, that's me, lookin spicey
Open it up, yeah, it's just like this

[Chorus: Curren$y]
What you lookin at, girl, you lookin at a G
You ain't good with your man, you're better with me
I'm fresh to death, and I'm already stackin cheese
Come and get me, on my shoulder, follo me when I leave
Let's go hoe, let's go hoeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Know What I’m Doin’ (Remix)(Chorus - T-Pain - 2X)
Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check)
Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck)
Yeah (Take a picture) Click click
(Take a picture) click click
(Check me out!) Yeah I know what I'm doin'

(Verse 1 - Rick Ross)
Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
Started on a corner now a nigga 106
Heroin ain't quiet nah you can't quiet mine
I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine
You know I gotta shine you just bezzle yours
I Fifty-carat mine I'm fuckin' several whores
When you hear the (brrrr) you know I got the sack
'Cause when I hit the (brrrr) he always got the packs
M-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake hoe
If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke
Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece
A grand for the bitch the whip is not a lease
You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard
Put Ross on the front just to front hard
Cash Money money comin' on freight liners
Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds

(Chorus - T-Pain - 2X)
(Verse 2 - Birdman)
We got the swine wit' the suede on top
The money keep a-comin' nigga peep the droptops
The white keep cookin' and the beige raw rock
And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots
Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock
Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks
Them niggas poppin' shit but they know we stay cocked
And if they ever play wit' me I'm gettin' another tear drop
250 on the grill spent the same on the watch
Them hoes see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock
I bought another island wit' them foreign head lights
I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night
Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright
Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes
Big Money Heavyweight nigga that's my life
Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike nigga

(Chorus - T-Pain - 2X)

(Verse 3 - Lil Wayne)
Started wit' some hubbers 12 years old
Man I swear to God I was 12 years old
My mama didn't know and Stunna ain't know 'bout it
'Til the day I got shot they found some money in my pocket
Yeah... I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off
Them niggas runnin' up the terminal we takin' off
They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog
And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard
Nigga I mack hard bitch I'm a bad boy
Fuck a security guard I turn 'em into track stars
You know my name baby that's Weezy Fuckin' Baby
And if that nigga hatin' on ya then fuck him baby
I tell 'em fuck 'em girl
18 inch windows in my crib you'll see the whole world
Bitch what you tryna do? I haven't spent a check yet off The Carter 2
I am that fuckin' dude now who the fuck are you?
(Chorus - T-Pain - 2X)
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A Dedication (D3)[Spoken: Lil Wayne]
Yo, this is the dedication to the bitches. And to the women, ya dig? A bitch is a female dog, and they say a dog is a man's best friend. Alright, now, so, I just wanna say to all the ladies... I— I— What you gotta say? Yeah, I just wanna say to all the ladies that we love y'all. And all the single mothers out there, keep your head up when you do what you do. You do it well And shout-out to my mother. She's a wonderful mother. And everybody else's mothers. And everybody in this room mothers. Shout-out to all our mothers, ya dig? We love all y'all. Happy Mother's Day, even when it ain't. Without y'all, we wouldn't be here. Yes. That was a beautiful dedication, right there, to the women. Shout-out to my daughter. Your daughter, too.EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Money Over Here{Hook}
('Cause it's) Money over here Money over here
Money over here Money over here
(Yeah) Money over here What it do pimpin'?
(I say) What it do pimpin'? (I say) What it do pimpin'?
(C'mon) Money over here (Yeah) What it do pimpin'?
I see ya'll boys lookin' but ya'll niggas ain't tippin' Hold up
Money over here What it do pimpin'?
I see ya'll boys lookin' but ya'll niggas ain't tippin' (Get 'em Wayne)

(Verse)
First off I'm hotter than a motherfucker
I represent that dirty like a blood puddle
I shut them haters up like a dog muzzle
I be the ace when the cards shuffle
It go pity-pat-tonk {?)
Apes and gorillas Got from grape to vanilla
A lake or a river Play with a nigga
I make it a slumber party you can lay with your nigga
Mr. Tough Thug don't start with me
I am a painter and blood is an art to me
I piss on you guys you's a wart to me
And your girlfriend still report to meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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TAYLOR GANGTaylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang
Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang
Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang
Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang
You know I'm reppin' taylor
On my weed from cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour
Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is
Muthaf-ck a Left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair
I'm the coach I can show you how to be a player
5/8 is the fitted bitches love my hair
Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear
The let me in the club, f-ck a dress code
Me and all my n-ggas rollin up the best smoke
Og kush from the westcoast
Oh you down to f-ck? shorty lets go
Diamonds in my chain n-ggas tryna steal my lane
Chronic in my brain bitch, I'm reppin' taylor gang
Smoke till I'm insane, drinkin' til I'm throwin' up
Only papers if you taylor'd n-gga throw it up
High socks, low cuts
Smell that good weed than you know it's us
That yellow car pulling up, them n-ggas aint hot so they close to us
Down to fly ya two fingers and hold em up
Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang
Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang
Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang
Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, Taylor gang
You know I'm reppin' taylor
On my way from cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour
Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is
Muthaf-ck a hater
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/w/wiz+khalifa/taylor+gang_20902740.html ]
Bought a crib like scarface's
This is my world
All my n-ggas down to bang but we can try worse
Smoking ounces to the head til my head twirls
I'm the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl
Topic of discussion talk shit cause they bitches love us
Plus them n-ggas suckas I got that in living color
All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors
All I do is f-ck 'em once, and I don't call or give 'em numbers
Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress
Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bowflex
Throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin' ya fingers?
Real recognise real and my nig you a stranger
Got a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers
Got a Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang
Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang
Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang
You know I'm reppin' taylor
On my way from cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour
Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is
Muthaf-ck a hater
You see me out I rep my gang
Used serve that john mccain, that john mccain
Hold up they don't know my name?
Chevy who? chevy who?
Look at all that shit them dollars do
Gettin' all this money wit you know who
It's taylor gang over you
We poppin bottles gang signs
All my n-ggas gang signs
Rollin up gang signs
N-ggas trippin, bang time
Hold up, what they say bout us?
Same n-ggas gotta get the ok bout stuff
They aint in the same league
They don't play like us
No stems, no seeds, keep that rolled up
Bang on them hoes, we does that
Socket work, I just had a plug for that
Get your taylor on
Hold for whatever you rep
Throwin up the gang, 4800 still reppin a set
Got these n-ggas trippin', and these bitches too
They just haters though, no matter what we do
What up cuh, on the left side
It's taylor gang, and that's or die
Chevy!
Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang
Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang
Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang
Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang
You know I'm reppin' taylor
On my way from cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour
Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper
And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is
Muthaf-ck a haterphone full of hoes, and a gang full of tayloEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Just FineYeah
Yeah
Yeah

I'm going in y'all

Okay it's Oh Eight
Young Wayne just back on the scene
With the green
And a cup full of ling
Ba-ling symbolizes the bottom
We at the top
And Pimp-C dead last year was a shock
And my flow is so tip top notch
Cause' I'm on my raps like a Hip-Hop cop
Why oh why
My oh my
Ms. Mary J
I am so obliged
For you to involve Weezy Baby!
I told my mom and she went crazy
She said "son thats a good look for ya"
And she wanted me to let you know that
She would cook for ya
But back to the subject
Something you could dance to
Cause Swizzy is a bad dude
And Weezy is a can do
And we are crack, smack
That never wack
Like I never had a caddy
I would never lack
And I would never lie
I would never say never
When I ever say never
Say never cause' I never gave up
Whatever
It's whatever
I be with bad guys and good fellas'
Yeah
You're jealous
And we're not dot com
E-Mail us
Yeah i did a joint wit Mary J Blige my nigga
Let it go
Can't let this thing called love get away from you
Feel free right now, going do what you want to do
Can't let nobody take it away, from you, from me, from we
No time for moping around, are you kidding?
And no time for negative vibes, cause I'm winning
It's been a long week, I put in my hardest
Gonna live my life, feels so good to get it right

So I like what I see when I'm looking at me
When I'm walking past the mirror
No stress through the night, at a time in my life
Ain't worried about if you feel it
Got my head on straight, I got my mind right
I ain't gonna let you kill it
You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just

Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh
Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh
You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just fine

Feels so good, when you're doing all the things that you want to do
Get the best out of life, treat yourself to something new
Keep your head up high
In yourself, believe in you, believe in me
Having a really good time, I'm not complaining
And I'm a still wear a smile if it raining
I got to enjoy myself regardless
I appreciate life, I'm so glad I got mine
So I like what I see when I'm looking at me
When I'm walking past the mirror
Ain't worried about you and what you gonna do
I'm a lady so I must stay classy
Got to keep it hot, keep it together
If I want to get better
You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh
Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh
You see I won't change my life, my life's just fine

I ain't gon' let nothing get in my way
(I ain't gone let nobody bring me down, no, no, no)
No matter what nobody has to say
(No way, no way, no way)
I ain't gon' let nothing get in my way
No matter what nobody has to say

Feels so good, when you're doing all the things that you want to do
Get the best out of life, treat yourself to something new
It's a really good thing to say
That I won't change my life, my life's just fine

Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh
Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh
You see I won't change my life, my life's just fine
So I like what I see when I'm looking at me
When I'm walking past the mirror
No stress through the night, at a time in my life
Ain't worried about if you feel it
Got my head on straight, I got my mind right
I ain't gonna let you kill it
You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just

Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh
Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh
You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just fineEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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If U Lookin for Me[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
If you're out there in the street, and your lookin for me
Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog, tryna make ends meet
Anybody ever try to get in my way
Then you know Imma be going to jail for murder today

[Verse 1: Boo]
Put the shot, then head straight to the block
Call me and Wayne Smooth with the rock
Rich and move work, you get it out quick
Yeah I know I rap, but I'm livin off bricks
On that Lean that I'm sellin, I'm pourin
Three's only one, motherfucker, you know who it is
Blow one, motherfucker, get how we live
But we still throgh it up, that's how we is

[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Make it rain, make it flood in the drout
I got two halfs and them quarters, that's what I'm bout
That's why I chuck 4 blocks, come with 4 pocks
Bad bitches cookin for me, the feends is lookin for me
I can't lie, homie, I like myself
Pour up a 4 a lil, before I'm myself
You know you might see me on the flight, or in the Caraira
Yeah, we got that white, but we still the stars of the eara
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
If you're out there in the street, and your lookin for me
Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog, tryna make ends meet
Anybody ever try to get in my way
Then you know Imma be going to jail for murder today

[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Smokin something, man, feelings beating me down
Bad asses, sellin Crack and stacks
Shit whent from tarific to tragic
Niggas talkin shit, I'll put a hit out on them bastards
Slow them boys down, like Los Angeles trafic
My diamonds is dancin, like television static
Don't throgh the coach on the first day of practice
Donuts in the 24, bitch, I'm matchin
I'm a green feend, no controlin me
Talkin bout that Cabbage, I be stackin
You niggas is pussy, you be foldin and crackin
My niggas is wishin, I tell m to have it and let shit happen
Cuttin down the neck from the bottom of the baskit
These 16s make you rearange your brackets
Hit the final four with my final horse
Fall asleep in the sky, box orbs
Spitta!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
If you're out there in the street, and your lookin for me
Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog, tryna make ends meet
Anybody ever try to get in my way
Then you know Imma be going to jail for murder today
[Verse 4: Mack Maine]
Hate it or love it, we thuggin in public
You rappers ain't eatin, your food cost out of your budget
Your rappers half edea, you spittin your court cases
I spit that boss music, try the fource music
This how a boss move it
36 Os, we don't play halfs, we don't even fuck hoes
And I ain't talkin Coopes, I said pay attention
Let them haters gosep, murders my entention

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
If you're out there in the street, and your lookin for me
Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog, tryna make ends meet
Anybody ever try to get in my way
Then you know Imma be going to jail for murder todayEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hot Revolver (Extended Version)Young mullah, baby
Umm, young mullah, baby
She says, do you have the time
To listen to me whine
She askin' who's on the other line?
You diss me every time
I tell 'em, baby I'm a star
Shit, I'm above a star
And now I done got so high
I did forgotten who you are
(Are, are)
Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Ah ah
Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Ah ah
I'm in love with you
But I can't be with you
Tomorrow I'll be back
Up on the first flight
Right up out of town
Young mullah, baby
Hop back in my spaceship
Girl, I gotta drop your ass off
(Oh oh eh eh)
Last night, yeah we were spaced girl
You love it, girl, I gotta take off
(Oh oh eh eh)
'Cause I'm a be here next week
So call your company and take off
Oh oh oh, yeah oh oh eh
'Cause she say, "Wayne, Wayne"
So she got me all impatient
Cry me a river
I can hear my conscious
While I say aloud
Boy, you got a problem
(Problem)
And you ain't foolin' no one
But yourself
You're like a hot revolver
(Hot revolver)
But you ain't killin' no one
But yourself
And so she's gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all alone
I told her, I can be with her
But I can't be with her
As much as she like me to
She like me too much
That's the problem
Oh my God, then Shorty be whillin'
And when I say I got to leave
You wouldn't believe
All of the things that she'll do
And all of the things
That she'll say to make me stay
And I be like, 'Damn'
I'm not going for forever
I'll be back someday
But she wanna go with me
To outer space
So we made love in the Milky Way
And then I send her on her way
Boy, you got a problem
(Problem)
And you ain't foolin' no one
But yourself
You're like a hot revolver
But you ain't killin' no one
But yourself
And so she's gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all alone
Now she's not picking up the phone
I don't know what to do
Thinking about visiting her home
Landing my space ship on her roof
Going through her bedroom window
Only to find a man shoe on the floor
Oh no
Oh no
Oh oh no
And I'm like
Who am I to blame
When she was pleading wayne
If you ever leave again
I don't wanna see you anymore
Hop back in my space ship
Hope that I don't spot you at all
Eh eh oh
Because baby if I see you
I'm a probably knock your ass out
Eh eh oh
Put you in the trunk
Throw him over the bridge and take off
Boy, you got a problem
(Problem)
And you ain't foolin' no one
But yourself
You're like a hot revolver
But you ain't killin' no one
But yourself
And so she's gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all aloneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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SwitchLil Wayne:
Um why your boyfriend acting like Secret Service?
Cause I'ma get you by yourself and get that super service
You know I balls out, purchase without a purpose, I do you good then I'm Audi like four circles
Now she should change her name to Mrs. Wayne
Cause she say every time I'm gone she miss Wayne
But she has a better man at home, but she say I'm better than her man at home
I understand, and I like the way you look when you walk

Cause you switch like the sand and the hook and hope you mean err thing you saying in the hook
Cause I'll steal your heart and show your man what I took
Cassie:
Switch it up like a old 64 when it sit real high and when it get down low
Wanna switch it up like a model on a runway, bout to make a good change 2xEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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That’s Not Luv (Remastered Version)[Hook]
That’s not love
That’s not love
(On the real side)
That’s not love, (You dig)
Not real true love

[Verse: 1]
Snakes in the grass, so I stay on the pavement
Survived the battle when Adam was a cavemen
And dead animals and dead men
I’m all in and my only friend is Amen
Keep your mouth closed, you wanna know why you die?
The answer’s right under your nose
Expose to the streets, in the game I don’t cheat
I had to play my position, get MVP
I get money don't shit come free
It's my life and i'm runin' even with numb feet
Keep my business in my pocket, don't wash with bleach
And I never show my hand, not even to me, you see

[Hook]
That’s not love
That’s not love

[Verse: 2]
Look, as the crooked world revolves
Love spelled backwards is evolve
The evil spelled backward was just live or live
And When death comes you better have life to give
I spit that real talk like knives to ribs
And rats die ugly, die with kids
These niggas stitchin' and still livin'
I hope my words are like razor's to them bitches
Niggas pretend like they there to dig in
But when they go down and fuck around and be them
That blood live for millon when it's leakin'
If you scared go see a deacon, nigga
That ain't love
[Hook]
That’s not love
That’s not loveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Yall Aint Fuckin Wit Me[Intro- Lil' Wayne]
Yeah
What Up World
It's your boy Weezy Baby
Bless on the music. Mixtape murder, bitch. Ya know?
So get your ? shit right
Listen

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Ima squeeze the game till faggots scream mercy
I spit it for niggas who will never see mercy
Throwback New Orleans number 17 jersey
Bang bang eagle gang early
If you heard a verse thirsty, I got your cup
I put killa flow on ya plate eat it up paw
And every slow song needed
My shit already seasoned
No pepper added the boy is acid
Fee yelling from the sideline "boy he don't pass it"
I tuck and scramble and 100 yard dash it
I tuck it handle coming out my pants
Its like fucking animal, blame it on my past tense
You niggas running trying to catch up wit my past tense
Ya need your ass kicked, maybe your run faster
Dumb bastard, this is Young Money and me I'm the young master
Ask for Weezy shit
Im SQAD Up niggas telling me to kill it
Knowin when we come out we gone dumb out
Glocks rung out, shots rung out
Party flyers reading no party if the SQAD come out
Cuz it's no party when them nines come out
When you're trynna dance and your man's spine come out
My tec did that
Not me, my tec did dat
I thought it was a bitch song but niggas is yelling "my neck, my back"
I ain't respecting that
Petty ballers step with that
We major just cope, we neglected crack
U.S. lets get Clinton elected back
Cuz Bush got the hood on a hectic lack
But I'm good at this I practice techniques
Wrestle the streets Cactus Jack
How black is that?
My flow a civil rights act attack
The spine of the neighborhood back is back
That Weezy; That Baby; That Hot Boya
Have your lady that hot and bothered
That gangsta that pimp that balla
Name ringin in the streets like a black tomas
Name ringin hustle like I gotta smack bonas
Name keep ringin till the feds smack on us
Name ringin in then game like I clash Jordan
Young field still young, name ringin in the school classroom like I'm Zach Morris
Team ringin in New Orleans like we are that Hornets team
I got the maybe peach? under garments clean?
In a Bentley limousine, know what I mean?
Weezy is king
Bitch
Ya Know? What it is
You thought I was finished?

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

I'm Weezy Wee boy posted in my b-boy stance
5 g's on pants like 500 little G, G's on pants
Jeep jeep on fans
She she haul ass
The see the boy pass
We be off glass
To you haters who gone trip don't leave y'all bags
Y'all come on back ya hear, we gone beat y'all ass
Big money over hear, I over beat y'all cash
Getting money over hear, I over see y'all cash
Little money over there, I can't see y'all cash
I could get y'all cash
We flee off fast
Like holdin down clutch pop neutral to first, wait flee off gas
Yes, you could keep on playing and we gone dance
And we don't dance no more all we do is this
Nigga you just witnessed terrific business
I learned that from the game and earned it with the name
Fuck Ya
Because y'all not fucking wit me cuz I'm Cash Money and I'm Young Money
Tell em I'm SQAD Up till I leave, put it on my mommy gat behind me
You could try me
Y'all not fucking wit me cuz I'm Cash Money and I'm Young Money
Tell em I'm SQAD Up till I leave, it's on my mommy gat behind me
You could try me
Fuck itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Soo Woop[Talking]
I hate gossip… and I don’t walk around
Looking for it ya know
But yesterday it seemed to just wonder
Around until it found me
You know like gossip found me
And why don’t you try it
Huh, you don’t know
Well what you just do is…
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
[Lil Wayne
Verse1]
Stop, hating on a nigga
Dat is a weak emotion, da lady of a nigga
And you can tipped like ya waitin on a nigga
Putta body bag and a apron on a nigga…
I give my all behind da mic
But you could never see if you sit behind da light
And you don’t have to pick me to win da title fight
But I’mma wear dat champion belt sooo tight
And if I’m wrong there is no right
And if I’m wrong there is snow white
I’m tryna be po-lite but you bitches in my hair
Like da fucking po-lice And my flow is rare
These other rappers nice, these other rappers bark
Some of ‘em even bite
But I’m much more bright I give the game sight
But before you dim the lights you just might, might, wanna
[Singing]
Think it over, think it over (Oooooo)
Think it over, think it over (Baby, baby)
[Lil Wayne
Verse 2]
Stop… analyzin’ critacizin’
You should realize what I am and start epitomizin’
Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion
I’m confident like fuck em all pull out my dick and ride it
My flow sick, so sick, it’s like my shit is dyin’
It rains a lot in my city, cause my city’s cryin’
Because my city’s dyin’
Still I emerge from all of that I am a living pion-eer, near Zion
Fear God, not them
Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot… and
Soo-woo
And, then I leave blood in the booth, I leave a blood bath
Sorry there’s a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at?
I’m twisted like the string on a shoe
No nigga fuck dat
I’m twisted like the string on a boot, now where New Orleans at?
I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass
So in your possession, I, I, I must ask…
[Singing]
Hey, haven’t I been good to you? (Think it over)
Tell me; haven’t I been sweet to you?
[Wayne:]
Drag my name through the mud
I come out clean
Cast away stones
I won’t even blink
A gun is not a math problem
I won’t even think
Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
Don’t believe in me
Don’t believe me
I graduated from hungry
And made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta
Take it and eat it
But I’m gone need cheese if I’m bakin’ lasini
You niggas want beef?
I want a steak and uh, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be
Hard body nigga, just taken it easy
All about my paper, bout my paper like Easy
Why do rappers Why to rappers, lie to fans
Lie to rappers, a lot rappers lie like actors cut the mothafuckin camera
Cut the checks nigga fuck your props
And make it out to Mr. Hip-HopEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Sex In The LoungeI think I gave him a discrete name; he replied with a street name
P.R. at the heat game, no ball, repeat game
He addicted to hustle; I'm addicted to fame
Though he packin' that muscle, I'm addicted to brain
I'm addicted to chilling, make a hell of a killing
Don't I stunt on these bitches? Man I'm bad as a villain
Get the gun, I'ma hunt 'em, when I'm done, I'm a don 'em
When we leaving the lounge, I'ma keep it a hundred
It went down, enough said, pull off in that thing, and it's blush red

Sex in the lounge, girl, I'm gon' take ya down
I'm gon' have you screaming, girl, they gonna hear the sound
Of our sex in the lounge
I can't believe this has happened to me, girl
Happened to me, girl oh why

So caught up in this girl
Shawty, got me hooked right now
Keeping true to myself, cause I'm so into her
Cause we doing it like nobody's around
And when we doing it, I can hear her make a sound
Shawty was singing like me
Had that girl singing, singing like me
She be like, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh why

She looking at me like she want it
I'm over here
She climbing on top of me
I'ma make her scream, her scream
Sex in the lounge, girl, I'm gon' take ya down
I'm gon' have you screaming, girl, they gonna hear the sound
Of our sex in the lounge
I can't believe this has happened to me, girl
Happened to me, girl oh why

Sit that pussy on my bottom lip
Then, after that, you know we gotta switch
My house so big that bitch came with a lobby
We didn't use a rubber, but I came on her body
I lay her down and kiss her neck and talk dirty to her
Like I get that pussy wetter than a dirty sewer
Fuck with me, turn around and bust it open for me
Get on that dick and get that money, go Oprah for me
All you girls don't like me, cause they know you love me
But if you scared, go to church, it's open Sunday
I-I-I dig, I dig in that pussy, guess what I find
Tunechi Lee and Nicki, sex in the lounge

Sex in the lounge, girl, I'm gon' take ya down
I'm gon' have you screaming, girl, they gonna hear the sound
Of our sex in the lounge
I can't believe this has happened to me, girl
Happened to me, girl oh why

Sex in the lounge, girl, I'm gon' take ya down
I'm gon' have you screaming, girl, they gonna hear the sound
Of our sex in the lounge
I can't believe this has happened to me, girl
Happened to me, girl oh whyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Renaissance Rap (Remix)[Q-Tip - Intro]

I don't care who first or who last
I just know y'all betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby!
(Renaissance...)
I don't care what chy'all say or what chy'all do
But you got to be finished befo' the music is through...

[Q-Tip - Verse 1ne]
I don't think they heard me, hold up..
..So here we go, now
It be the Midnight Maurader on the scene
Geographically earthed in a place called Queens
I was formed with my principles, way I displayed
When I used to cool out where all the other kids played
'Cause I was way too ill, I would home my skill
Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill
Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark
Two dudes, brothers would dip from us, me, and NARCS
And then my, legend would grow on the A-train line
Where rappers would gather to see my blowin nicks and dimes
It was me, Big Pete, Tanya, and Sir ?
When in the heat of the cipher, I was not liable
For all the casualties of the dutty MCs'
I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea
Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead
Night of the living MCs', the weak ones fled
C'mon Bust..
[Busta Rhymes - Verse 2wo]
Yo, yo, God body, wise intellegence
Smack niggas and wrestle with elephants
My beloved respect my benevolence
Comin like missles, the issue is this
Be the shit you can't rebel against
Then I sniff out you niggas that be hidin in bushes - whassup?
And strangle niggas like poisonous octopuses - shut the fuck up!
Back with hazardous weathers and blizzards
As I spit, stickin out my tongue like an iguanlizard
At you corny niggas, Animal Planet rap, Wildlife
Stabbin you in yo' back wild knife (Ahhhh!)
While I hunt and eat you niggas like food, leavin you bleedin
BEATS - rattle the speakers, like some buffalo stampedin
If you don't understand what I'm sayin
Lyrically I'm like goons acci-DENTALLY beatin you like gorillas playin (Ha ha!)
Bitches know when I spit, I be seducin 'em
Countless money with diamonds that's buried in Jerusalem
The Renaissance {*echoes*}

[Q-Tip: interlude]
{*imitating Marley Marl}
WHOOO, that Busta Rhymes right there
I don'- look like sendin Raekwon in here
Where Raekwon at??
[Raekwon - Verse 3hree]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, squeezin Johnny Walker neck up in the Benzo freezin
The head-long cock block pumpin is easy
Poison medals on my neck wrists and arms
Louie luggages is bronze, a big bag of D, Happy Kwanz'
Together we the Chi-Lites to twists of the O'Jays
One line from this'll have you leanin like roach spray
Poison up on holstery, my boys in, this is our choice
Brooklyn, Shaolin whylin in the Royces
Old Gold at the Golden Globes, my robe hitin the cement
Chef in the buildin, yep and he been
A thousand one goons at the Rumba
Certified clients, drug money and sum'thin up giants
Yo, it's the Tarzan cocaine clan in the area
Gorillas in Louie hats, the more, the merrier
Take mines, take a hunnid nines
We be runnin out of rhymes, never bullets
Try to front and you mines
Renaissance...

(WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!)

[Lil Wayne - Verse 4our]
*clears throat* A-go off...
Let me spaz, let me spaz (c'mon)
Though they call me Weezy F., you gon let me pass
So ahead of my time with my next week ass
Money on the dinner table like let's eat cash
And I do it for the killers and the hundred dolla billas
And from now on, I don't think you should stunt without a million -
Dollars in the bank, I got money in the bank
Now throw yo' hands in the air if yo' pussy don't stank
You got a bullet and a shank, I got a bullet and a tank
I got fur, in my boots, and the hoody on the minks
Stop sweatin me, you should follow me, I'm directing it
Other fools break it down, I be dissecting it
EVER since I made it up out of middle America
Err'body wanna be in my genital area
Butcha better stay away from my chemical barrier
Weezy, baby, straight out the cesarean, NUGGUH!!
(What's it called man?) Oh yeah...(Hah?)
"Renaissance Rap"
[Marley-Tip - Outro]
MAN, I ain't gon give y'all my microphone no more!
'Cause y'all tear it up when you get it
Lemme see who you have
Now, you have Q-Tip, you have Busta Rhymes
You have Raekwon the Chef, you had Lil Wayne on here
Man, I ain't givin y'all my microphone no mo'
'cause y'all tear it up when you get it
I just said, get a lil' somethin before the beats GO...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Nightmares Of The Bottom (Live)Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em
But who am I to talk? I ain't shittin' roses
We in in the same picture but we all got different poses

I'm looking in my rear view, I see the world in it
I try to slow down, and I get rear ended
Pause! Like a red light, I'm dead right!
Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?

They say "you don't know what you're doing till you stop doing it"
Well call me clueless cause I do this
Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting star
Life is a course and imma shoot for par

I'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow
And I put that shit right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money CMR, I'm blood like a scar
I'm Weezy F baby and the F ain't for "Flaw"

It's like I have it all
But I don't have to worry
Married to the money, a true love story
Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury
Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security
Back to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me
I knew I was going to jail I would have fucked my attorney
If you sleeping on me, than I hope you toss and turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo girl she will confirm it
Yeah
Now what we doing with it
You keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it
I know my shit already tight so I ain't screwing with it
Some say this shit is a joke well I hope they get it
Ok, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point
Yeah the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser
And don't call me sir, call me survivor
Yeah

And I ain't doing nothin' but getting my share
Breathin' this air
If Miss Rochelle told me she gon keep me in her prayers
So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay aware
And if you wanna trip than imma meet ya there
To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair
Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer
I'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear
Weezy F baby and the F ain't for "Fear"
UhhhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Pop Goes The Pussy[Girl]
Hold up, hold up is that who I think it
Is coming in here

[Girl #2]
Girl That's Cassidy

[Girl]
Hold on lets go to the dressing room
Get our self together put our
Pussy poppers on, we gon make
This money tonight

[Chorus]
Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper

[Cassidy]
I'ma hustla so I be on the grind (on the grind)
I always got the money and the bitches on my mind (on my mind)
And I was born to dine so every where I goes at (goes at)
The first thing I wanna know is where them hoes at (where them hoes at)
Where them girls that be takin off they clothes at (clothes at)
And where them girls that be slindin down them poles at (poles at)
Where them freaks at where them where them freaks at (freaks at)
(Who will get down on the floor and make they cheeks clap cheeks clap)
The type of girl that let another girl eat that (eat that)
And if you gotta couple dollars you can beat that (beat that)
Where my girl who be out there on the creep at (on the creep at)
Where them freaks at I had to repeat that (repeat that)
Cause I'm a freak too I get that from my father (father)
Since I can remember I been poppin my collar (collar)
You brought a dollar then holla believe that (believe that)
Girl ya pussy powerful cause niggas need that (need that)
[Chorus]
Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper

[Chorus]
Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper

[Sean P.]
Yea lil shawty fine lil shawty bout that paper
So I'm poppin bands I'm out here reppin for Dacada
Always be that fresh I guess that why they get my flavor
You a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor
Turn around and bust it open DJ call a waitress
I'ma make it rain what she be makin on the basis
Pop them rubber bands yall know what it is
Talkin strip club shawty cause I'm payin on some bills
Got them bottle on deck yea this is how I live
Nigga if you and ya lil homie hatin give you both a pill
Only in Atlanta yea this is where it is
If you into rubber throw a hundred dollar bill
Yea shawty fine lil shawty bout that paper
So I'm poppin bands I'm out here reppin for Dacada
Always be that fresh I guess that why she get my flavor
You a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor
[Chorus]
Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper

[Chorus]
Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper

[Lil Wayne]
Um, well it's the libra baby now come play in my jungle ride my zebra baby
And my hair hang like Tarzan I am the man now be my lady
And u know u wanna be my lady and you know I'm intoxicated yep
I smoke an drink that grade A
And um I like to tounge kiss that's right tongue kiss
I'm talkin diamonds and pearl tongues young prince
And I got them bloods with me bandanna like a hippie
And I tell you this you can be my mistress next to sippii
Lets get it poppin honey now get it poppin shawty
Baby I can make you see more hearts than Ed Hardy
Invite you to my crib I gotta bed party
And I'm the DJ I make you say go DJEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Looking at the game[Jim Jones:]
This is 9 tre news I’m Jimmy Jones here with your weather
We apologize for the drout all week but it looks like thunderstorms
All weekend. We fittin to make it rain on you motherfuckers (Ya Heard Me)

[Hook x2: Stack Bundles]
Look Weatherman with that money I make it rain on ‘em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on ‘em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on ‘em (YEH)
I make it rain on ‘em (YEH) I make it rain on ‘em (YESIR)

[Jim Jones:]
I’m Rick James I’m rich bitch is what I tell ‘em
Just left the bank I took 50 from the teller (CashMoney)
I’m fittin to make it rain so getchu an umbrella
We also make it snow we cocaine gram sellers (That Yayo)
Ballin gettin high throwin dolla’s from the sky (balllllin)
Big reffer cloud got in storming inside (drizzlin)
Foreign outside I’m usually foreign when I drive (Speedin)
A buck sixty feels like you soaring in the sky
Blowing money on the liqiour (Twisted)
At the strip joint blowing money on the bitches (Let it rain)
We standin on the bar throwing money like a pitcher (Get money)
But nigga I ain’t slippin got a fully-loaded trigga
And that can cause a heatwave (getchu clapped haa)
That mean you diggin you a deep grave
Nigga’s Jump yo ass have ‘em missin you for 3 days (Where he at?)
Cam says that this nigga’s a sucker (fareaal)
So that mean that this nigga’s a sucker (Ya heard that? Capo)
[Hook x2: Jim Jones]
I’m the, Weatherman with that money I make it rain on ‘em (Ballllin)
Weathetman with that paper I bought a range on ‘em (Capo)
20 grand worth uh money I bought champagne (Do it)
I make it rain on ‘em (Do it) Make it rain on ‘em (Do it)

[Lil Wayne:]
Wezzy fuckin baby, Get ‘em a leash
Young money Dipset you betta believe
That gun got me walking like I got irregular knees
I be all over the bread like sesomi seeds
Auto-matic with the money like Reggi for 3 (laughing)
Big birds no Sesame Street, Bitch!
I’m to clean they ain’t messin with me
I’m just trying to see my decimals speak
Now these niggas just lighter then some good shit to me (Ok)
These niggas sweet like a taheshin treat (Ok)
They say I’m full of hot air then I release the heat
Split a nigga from his teeth to feet (Daamn)
Know what I’m talkin about
Know what I meaaan like keep the sneaks
I go dolla for dolla, week for week (Yeeah)
And Birdman said you niggas is bitches
So that mean you niggas is bitches, And Me?

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I’m the Weatherman with that money I make it rain on ‘em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on ‘em
Still Ballin after the hundred K
I’m the weatherman with that money I make it rain on ‘em
[Hook: Stack Bundles]
Weatherman with that money I make it rain on ‘em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on ‘em (Yesir)
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on ‘em (Yeeah)
I make it rain on ‘em (Yeeah) I make it rain on ‘em (Yeah)

[Stack Bundles:]
Look!
Nuffin changed I’m still ballin like I’m spose to be
Shot callin like I’m spose to be
I spoil her like she close to me (Yeeah)
Find something bad bag her like groceries
Lifestyles like Six Flags I’m rollercoasterlly
Pockets full of kitty, these niggas ain’t gettin money like I was
I make it rain on em, they callin scattered showers (WHAAT)
I’m the motherfuckin Weatherman (Yeaah)
Tornado money can’t fit it in a rubberband (Naah)
Check tha news It’s goin be a cloudy forecast (And whaat)
And when I move a couple goons in that R Class (Yesir)
She want a Doughboy nigga that do numbers
A smile likle lightning and a ass like thunder (Yeeah)
I Shows out and the whores all love it (Love it)
And when it stop drizzlin the floors all flooded (Yessir)
In one night blew bezzle on charm money
Fuck it it’s nothin I’m still spendin Desert Storm money
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Pop That Pussy (feat. Cassidy)(Girl)
Hold up, hold up is that who I think it
Is coming in here
(Girl #2)
Girl That's Cassidy
(Girl)
Hold on lets go to the dressing room
Get our self together put our
Pussy poppers on, we gon make
This money tonight

(Chorus)
Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper

(Cassidy)
I'ma hustla so I be on the grind (on the grind)
I always got the money and the bitches on my mind (on my mind)
And I was born to dine so every where I goes at (goes at)
The first thing I wanna know is where them hoes at (where them hoes at)
Where them girls that be takin off they clothes at (clothes at)
And where them girls that be slindin down them poles at (poles at)
Where them freaks at where them where them freaks at (freaks at)
Who will get down on the floor and make they cheeks clap cheeks clap)
The type of girl that let another girl eat that (eat that)
And if you gotta couple dollars you can beat that (beat that)
Where my girl who be out there on the creep at (on the creep at)
Where them freaks at I had to repeat that (repeat that)
Cause I'm a freak too I get that from my father (father)
Since I can remember I been poppin my collar (collar)
You brought a dollar then holla believe that (believe that)
Girl ya pussy powerful cause niggas need that (need that)
(Chorus x2)
(Sean P.)
Yea lil shawty fine lil shawty bout that paper
So I'm poppin bands I'm out here reppin for Dacada
Always be that fresh I guess that why they get my flavor
You a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor
Turn around and bust it open DJ call a waitress
I'ma make it rain what she be makin on the basis
Pop them rubber bands yall know what it is
Talkin strip club shawty cause I'm payin on some bills
Got them bottle on deck yea this is how I live
Nigga if you and ya lil homie hatin give you both a pill
Only in Atlanta yea this is where it is
If you into rubber throw a hundred dollar bill
Yea shawty fine lil shawty bout that paper
So I'm poppin bands I'm out here reppin for Dacada
Always be that fresh I guess that why she get my flavor
You a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor

(Chorus x2)
(Lil Wayne)
Um, well it's the libra baby now come play in my jungle ride my zebra baby
And my hair hang like Tarzan I am the man now be my lady
And u know u wanna be my lady and you know I'm intoxicated yep
I smoke an drink that grade A
And um I like to tounge kiss that's right tongue kiss
I'm talkin diamonds and pearl tongues young prince
And I got them bloods with me bandanna like a hippie
And I tell you this you can be my mistress next to sippii
Lets get it poppin honey now get it poppin shawty
Baby I can make you see more hearts than Ed Hardy
Invite you to my crib I gotta bed party
And I'm the DJ I make you say go DJ
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Pretty Lil Heart[lil' wayne]
This is for the lovers and the sexy mother, mothers
Love is in the air, i pray to god i do not suffer
Kay, late night, lights, steam, candles lit
She say weezy flush me harder
I say ooh, you the ooh
You commit, i commit
She say she love me, i'm convinced
Don't need a rocker scientist to see that you and i are meant
I meant to tell you, you the reason i smile more
Who i fell for, you know i beat, that beat
That uh, rock it back boy
God i'm just playing to let you win
And i can't win
If there ain't a thought about you
Hey baby, that's all i do
I put you first, now tell me though
Will never be a partner
Now i say, please girl don't you go breaking
My pretty little heart
[robin thicke]
Tell me something sweet
Tell me something nice
Tell me something good
Baby, tell me it's alright
Tell me that you love me
Tell me you'll be there, fair
I get so worry, sometimes
The world will not be there
Tell me that i'm sexy
Like i was before
Tell me i got it
That you want it even more
Tell me that you'll never, ever
Ever leave me side, side
Tell me cause you know
I need to hear it every night
[Chorus]
Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart
I said
Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart
[robin thicke]
Tell me who you with
Tell me where you work
Tell me did you go out
And start talking to some girl
I want to believe it
You know how hard i try
After all we've been through
We so hard to say goodbye
Tell me that the future is getting brighter now
Tell me that we'll make it
That we'll make it somehow
Tell me it's forever
That we'll never burn
Tell me that you'll never break my pretty little heart

[Chorus]
Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart
And i said
Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart
[robin thicke]
Tell me that's the money
Tell me i'm a star
Tell me that you'll never break my pretty little heart
Say you'll take me places
Everything's okay
Tell me cause you know i need that pump up everyday
Tell me that's your money
Won't get in our way
Tell me that the chance i take, won't blow up in my face
Tell me that you'll do it
That you'll do it real
I'll leave you if you break my pretty little heart, i will
[Chorus]
And i said
Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart
I said
Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart
Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart
And i said
Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart
Don't you worry, your pretty little heart
I got you, you got me
I love you, i love you, i love you babyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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The BossRicky Ross (The Boss..)
T-Pain {J-J-J-J-J.R.!}

I got a fresh line-up (yea), a fresh outfit
Bout to have the parkin lot on smash
Plus I got a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood
That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta cause...)
(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
(I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) - hey
(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
'Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss

I don't make love, baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let's get shit crackin
Always wear a (plastic), baby cause shit happens
She leaked the back seat, just a freak and a Magnum
Hopped out the Magnum, hopped in the Tre'
Just to let the top back and thank God for the day (hey!)
Who gives a fuck what a hater gotta say?
I made a couple million dollars last year dealin weight (geah)
Still in the streets, strapped with them thangs
She in love with the G, so she tatted my name (Ross!)
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
Ten black Maybachs back to back in a lane
I'ma make it rain (rain), and I'ma make it back (back)
You are just a lame lil' homie, that's a fact
Workin wit the police, actin like you know me
Fresh out of jail, already in yo' ho cheeks
I got a fresh line-up (yea), a fresh outfit
Bout to have the parkin lot on smash
Plus I got a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood
That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta cause...)
(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
(I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) - hey
(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
'Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss

The boss, boss-boss-boss
Boss-boss-boss, boss-boss-boss
The boss, boss-boss-boss
Boss-boss-boss, boss-boob-boss
And shawty straight diggin me, and I ain't even rich
I know you niggas on the sideline like, "Ain't that a bitch?"
I'm ON my job, ey - and I ain't gettin off
'Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss

I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far (Ross!)
Got the biggest cars, Spanish broads, no bra
Call that other lame for the walks in the parks
I ain't come to play games, I just wanna play my part
Tell ya girlfriend come talk with me, dog
We straight Gs' then we came here to ball
Bottle after bottle and I'm sure you'll count 'em all
Then we off to that Chevy - (Fired up!) and takin off
Baby, slow it down cause you movin too fast
Ass too fine to be movin too fast (hol' up!)
Back to the thuggin, now I'm sippin sizzurp
All my niggas love it, baby that's my wizzerd
Stack for the jeans, five {?} for the shizzerts
I don't smoke twenties, eight hundred for the izzerds
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
You can tell by the shones that's standin by the car
I got a fresh line-up (yea), a fresh outfit
Bout to have the parkin lot on smash
Plus I got a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood
That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta cause...)
(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
(I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) - hey
(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
'Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss

Ey-yea-yea-yea-yea-yeaaaaa-yea-YEA
Ey-yea-yea-yea-yea-yeaaaaa-yea-YEA
Eyyyy (YEAA) - uh-huh (Ha ha!) Yea-ea
Haaaah, yea-yea-yea-yea-YEAA...

I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far...
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far...
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus farEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Never Let It& In the back of my mind I’m hoping that she...

In the back of my mind...


She say, I don’t want this night to end
Why does it feel like the end?
Why does it feel like pretend?
Why does it feel like we friends?
I don’t say shit, I just grin
& I don’t know why..
I just be me, I’m just him
& she just want me & not them
& I just wanna leave how I came
The weather man said it’s gon rain
& I don’t wanna drive in the rain
I be speedin’ & shit!
& you think I’m late to a bitch
You see, that’s that shit that make
Me wanna break up and shit
Make you wanna break up some shit
Don’t break up my tints
I break up some kush
You wake up yo friends
Just to hear them say not again
I just stay out of it
Girl one day ima get tired of this
& If they are not telling you that
Baby they not yo friends
Fuck dem other niggas
She be like, Fuck dem other hoes
I be like, Fuck dem other hoes
I ain’t wife’n up dem other hoes
I ain’t wife’n nothing til I’m old
Stuntin on dem hoes
& you just want me for yo fuckin self
To hold me hostage; In you’re underwear
When you know I got shit to do somewhere else
Then she take it out her pussy
& put it somewhere else! (Lord)


& in the back of my mind
I’m hoping that she swallow.. (She swallow)

& in the back of my mind
I’m hoping that she can wobble.. (She can wobble)

Cause if she know like I know... (Like I know)
She better shake that ass, (Shake that ass)
If she tryna make it last!



I don’t want this high to end
Why do you feel like my end?
Why didn’t I strengthen my chin?
Love TKO, count to ten
& I don’t say shit, I just win
& I don’t know why..
I just be me, I’m just him
& I just wanna be who I been
I just wanna leave how I came
I just wanna beat more then traffic
I take the streets not the bridge
I got meetings & shit
& she think I’m cheating & shit
You see that’s the shit I be, wait!?
Whatchu mean this yo dick?!
I can’t even answer my phone
You be screening my shit
I be like, girl it’s me & you’re bitch
But, you just want me for yo fuckin self
You say when I leave you gon fuck yoself
Then text me “hello” with a bunch of L’s!
Fuck them other bitches
I be like, Huh? What other bitches?
I be playing dumb with all the bitches
But I be rambunctious with the business
Gotta have toughness & resilience
When you fuckin with dem millions
& I’m fuckin with dem millions
I take ya home, & fuck ya on a million
Then I’m fuckin off a million
I spend it on gas, I’m pumpin lil nigga
Catch me pullin out the shell
Like a stomping armadillo
I’m fuckin on my off day, only on my off day
Pussy gotta soft space, I treat it
Like a crawl space
I done had a long day, I deserve a long break
I been workin hard bae, do me like the lord say
& I know if I don’t stay, I get ya puppy dog face
Now, who the hell can resist ya puppy dog face?
I sit my keys back down & abut face
& bust through the bedroom doors like
Scarface say, “Hello.”


& in the back of my mind
I’m hoping that she swallow..

& in the back of my mind
I’m hoping that she can wobble..

Cause if she know like I know...
She better shake that ass
If she tryna make it last!

She tryna make it last
She fine as Stacey Dash
She bout to make me crash
Cause she got me racing back
She got me breaking bad
She got amazing ass
& she bout to shake that ass
If she tryna make it last

Ohhh! You just want me for yo fuckin self
To hold me hostage; In you’re underwear
When you know I got shit to do somewhere else
Then she take it out her pussy
& put it somewhere else!
Girl you just want me for yo fuckin self
You know I got shit to do somewhere else
You say when I leave you gon fuck yoself
Then text me “hello” with a bunch of L’s!
(Lord)
I don’t want this night to end
Why does it feel like the end?
Why does it feel like pretend?
Why does it feel like we friends?
I don’t say shit. I just grin
& I don’t know why..
I just be me. I’m just him
& I just wanna be who I been
I just wanna leave how I came
I just wanna beat more then traffic
& it was fantastic. & she said:
“I don’t like this type of gin.”
“Only prefer ice & henn.”
“Only see you on weekends
Why you treat me like we kin?”
& I don’t say shit, I just pimp
& I don’t know why..
I just be me, I’m just him
& she just want me & not them
& I just wanna leave how I came
I just wanna beat more then traffic
But it was so good while it lasted


& in the back of my mind
I’m hoping that she....
In the back of my mind
I’m hoping that she can wobble....
Cause if she know like I know;
She betta shake that ass
If she tryna make it last. (Ohhhh!)7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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She Got A Man*(Intro)
To all my ex's
Yeah, smoke a blunt in ?
This one for all my ex's (yeah)

(Verse/chorus?)
She got the fortune, you got the fame (yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Call It Whateva (42 Bars)[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Hey!
Look up baby, they write my name in the sky bitch
Don't forget the baby is what I tell her prolly
Don't forget the liquor store is what I tell the driver
Twenty dutch masters and straight level vodka
I can pedal backwards and still move forwad
Look under the matress, you might find four of 'em
I can go though the atlas without tourin'
I can fuck an actress and never been in movies, chea
I'm a cutie
An offspring of mamas beauty
I did overtime, I took papas duty
I'm a man in every sense, I got sense
Since I got rich, I got tents on every Bent
Since I know tension come out them like vents
I vent, and show no relent, money well spent
I'm a hell raiser, blaze a L
Right in front of the laws
I'm tougher than ya'll
Never really had a pop, so I never had to check in
But I get enough checks, I fuck around and check him
Look, check him out, these is Evisus
America ain't even let them out (ha ha)
I'm feeling great, I'm steppin' out
Take ten out
Brrraagh, chest is out
And I don't leave parapaliegics
I squeeze it
Until I see your spirit rise with my own eyes nigga
I'm on mine nigga
I got this like a bitch got time nigga
And I'm the dime type
And I'm walkin' in the lime light, still like lime
They talkin' in hinesight, I'm right now
I pull up on your shawty like SKRT
Tryna hop up in this Maybach, I walk way back girl
Come up out that gear asap girl
Whisper in your ear thats Wayne pussy, say it back girl
Now she in th whip wit homes
He listenin the same songs I fucked her on, yea
I lay back, I'm comfortable, yea
Weezy baby boy, lazy boy, yea
I did my service in the Navy
Now I'm just a veteran, they forever pay me
Dig me like a shovel
Mama I'm a rebel
I come from under that rock and turned into a pebble
Baby I'm trouble, so turn up the treble
You say it's clever
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Gossip (Live)[Intro]
I hate gossip
And I don't walk around lookin' for it, you know?
But, yesterday it seemed to just
Wander around 'til it found me
You know like, the gossip found me
Then why don't try provin' it?
How? You don't know how to prove it?
Well, what you just do is, stop

[Verse 1]
Stop hating on a nigga
That is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga
And you can get tipped like you're waiting on a nigga
Put a body bag and an apron on a nigga
I give my all behind the mic
But you can never see if you sit behind the light
And you don't have to pick me to win the title fight
But I'ma wear that championship belt so tight
And if I'm wrong, there is no right
And if I'm wrong, there is Snow White
I'm trying to be polite
But you bitches in my hair like the fucking po-lice
My flow is rare, these other rappers nice
These other rappers bark some of them even bite
But I'm much more bright, I give the game sight
So before you dim the light, you just might, might wanna...
[Chorus]
Think it over
Ooooh, think it over
Think it over, baby baby

[Verse 2]
Stop analyzing, criticizing
You should realize what I am and start epitomizing
Confident, got the heart of the biggest lion
Confident, like fuck them all, pull out my dick and ride it
My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dying
It rains a lot in my city 'cause my city's crying
'Cause my city's dying, but I emerge from all of that
I am a living pioneer, Zion
Fear God, not them, steer my robin Coupe
Through the streets of the boot and soowoo
And then I leak blood in the booth, I leave a bloodbath
Sorry, there's a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at?
Like the strings on a shoe, no, nigga, fuck that
I'm twisted like the strings on a boot, where New Orleans at?
I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass
So in your possession, I must ask

[Chorus]
Hey, haven't I been good to you?
Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you?
[Verse 3]
Drag my name through the mud, I come out clean
Cast away stones, I won't even blink
A gun is not a math problem, I won't even think
Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
Don't believe in me, don't believe me
I've graduated from hungry and made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta, take it and eat it
But I'm gon' need cheese if I'm baking a ziti
You niggas want beef, I want a steak and, uh, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica, where weed be
Hard body nigga, taking it easy
All about my paper, 'bout my paper like E-Z
Wider wrappers, why do rappers lie to fans, lie to rappers?
Lot of rappers lie like actors, cut the motherfucking cameras
Cut the check, nigga, fuck your props
I am Hip Hop
And I ain't dead, I'm aliveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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You Ain’t Know (feat. Collie Buddz)(Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne)
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne)
Nigga I ain't got a money printer
So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprinters
Yes the last two Cash Money members
Shout out to the new Cash Money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind it's all I remember
And I just bought a gun wit' a extender
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch
They got so many pussy niggas I can make a list
Niggas wonder why I stress that I am the best
'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes.. haha
Put it on the hood I'm Hollygrove to death
I'm already good I'm workin' on my left
A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck
Don't forget the Baby no don't forget the F
(Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X)
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

(Verse 2 - Birdman)
Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen
Comin' through my neighborhood wit' 4's on the Caddy
Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin'
Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin'
Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e'eryday
We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid
Spent a mill' on the wheels custom wit' the navi'
2 of the same whips we doin' it big livin' lavish

(Lil Wayne)
This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch
And gettin' money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport
Or some sort of... matchin' slippers or yacht shoes
See I don't cruise control I control the cruise
Yes... I gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and
(Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne)
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

(Verse 3 - Birdman)
Fresh wit' the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers
Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds
They reppin' layin' here we stuntin'
On the grind all the time homie gettin' money
3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta
17th hustler known top ranker
Money go getter them clowns can't figure
Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em
Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly
My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died
Know I had to ride never let it slide
It's just the G in me and I'ma get it til I die daddy

(Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X)
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
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Zero V2[Verse 1]
We don't even talk no more
We ran out of words to say, yeah
And we don't even joke no more
We ran out of games to play

[Chorus]
Now I know that you ain't used to hearing me at a tempo as slow as this
But I just had to slow it down
So you can hear me when I say
I need you
I'm nothing without you
A zero without you, baby
I need you
I'm nothing without you
That's why I'm glad I got you, baby

[Verse 2]
We don't even laugh no more
What was funny yesterday isn't funny today, Lord
We don't make love no more
And when we do it's not the same man

[Chorus]
And I know that you ain't used to hearing me at a tempo as slow as this
But I just had to slow it down
So you can hear me when I say
I need you
I'm nothing without you
A zero without you, baby
I need you
I'm nothing without you
I'm glad I got you, baby
[Outro]
Yeah, I know it is
I must be doing something right
I must be doing some.., yeah
I must be doing something right
And I'ma keep doing it right
I said I'ma keep doing it right
Yeah, Velvet2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Trouble Maker[Intro: T-Streets]
Uh
Hello world I'm your
Motha fuckin troublemaker
Hello world I'm your
Motha fuckin troublemaker
I ain't no peacemaker
I'm a peace taker
I'm very destructive
Watch me break ya
Yeah, i love to smell that blood
Bitch call me nice devil
What the hell that was, yeah
And you can call me young money streets
And you can see me for
All the young money beef
I'm the troublemaker
Troublemaker, Ooooh

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Call me Mr. Kill em all
Bitch nigga don't get involved
Shoot you on the front porch
And knock you to the backyard
Knock your fuckin back off
Knock your top rack off
You just see Jill on the hill
I knock Jack off
But this ain't nursery
This is brain surgery
Ski masks on my bullets
Let em commit brain burglary
Emergency, it's an emergency
Someone in all black
Left the whole scene burgandy
Kamakazi, you could try me
I'mma shoot ya
When that gun in this position
You could call it Kamasutra
Imma, cock and do it
Like a motha fuckin rooster
You pussy boy
I'm your motha fuckin doucher
Better run like Bobby Boucher
It's Weezy Baby
It's time to induce ya
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
You think you
Really safe in here
Stand up, yeah
I'm bout to take you there
And when we do
We come for you
And take your body where
Nobody elses eyes can see
And I told him
Don't start no shit
Won't be no shit. [ X4 ]

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
Yo
Hello World
I'm your motha fuckin...,
I come to your office
You playin with my fuckin paper
I flip your desk
Grip your neck
Strong arm it
Nigga, I'm the Gucc
We is double M army
It's nine double M to
To fuck your
Whole event up
Got the mirror on you
On the wall like a penna
You niggas run for cover
I'm the one they run from
Come to school
Fuck Shit Up 101
[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
Here I am
Gudda Gudda
I'm the...,
The knife is on me
Just in case i gotta cut a hater
I will start shit
And I'm gonna finish it
Troublemaker
Fuck a hater
Put him out his misery
Bitch, i got more guns
Than a pawn shop
Kill you and bury your
Man and lay you on top
Two homos
Victim of the 4-4
Fake niggas better get low
I'm the motha fuckin troublemaker

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
You think you
Really safe in here
Stand up, yeah
I'm bout to take you there
And when we do
We come for you
To take your body where
Nobody elses eyes can see
And I told him
Don't start no shit
Won't be no shit. [ X4 ]
[Outro: T-Streets]
YEAH, or
Three eighty with the
Potato on the head
Leave ya lookin like
You gotta crater on ya head
I'm tryin to stay off of
The radar of the Feds
Shhh, you gotta red laser on ya head
Yeahh, i know what you are now
Bunch of pussy ass niggas
With your drawers down
Yeah, and when i
And when i draw down
You see them pussy ass
Niggas with they drawers brown
Huh, young money, like takers
Hello world
I'm your motha fuckin troublemaker
Troublemaker, YEAHHH, yeahhh
Hello world, I'm your motha fuckin...,
Hello world, I'm your motha fuckin...,
Hello world, I'm your motha fuckin...,
Hello world, I'm your motha fuckin troublemaker
Heyyy, I'm your motha fuckin troublemaker
Heyyy, I'm your motha fuckin troublemaker
YEAHH, I'm your motha fuckin troublemaker
Hello world, I'm your motha fuckin troublemaker
Don't start no shit
Won't be no shitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m Good (Demo)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Need I say I'm awesome [?] Boston
Goons we're taking everything but precaution
Your bitches wanna call us and text us like Austin
Pussy make me hard, pussy niggas make me nauseous
I've been on my feet since the day I started walking
Bitch, I think I'm MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin
Sell coke in a drought, sell pussy at an auction
Chopper got a nigga running fast enough to race horses
Around here you sniff these lines, you don't cross 'em
Kill your ass and leave you behind like an orphan
I swear it happens all the time, very often
Still getting baseball money; Barry Larkin
Around here we play for keeps, yeah, we eating, but we starving
I get me a little money, try to spread it margarine
I'm flyer than a motherfucker, all my flights chartered
My diamonds white as [?] Carter, gone

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uhm, I don't have a conscience, all my friends are monsters
They visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense
Like stabbing you and then watching you fight for your life like you boxing
Deuce deuce, I smoke that OG killer Bobby Johnson
I'll olly over that bitch head, it's Hollygrove til I'm fucking dead
This rap shit ain't nothing in me, I swear this shit's like cotton bread
But I still go hard with no regard, Earth ain't shit, bitch, go to Mars
Leave a nigga dead in the gutter
I'll just beat him with a bloody ass bowlingball
I'm fresh as hand sanitizer, don't hate the game, just analyze it
Two xanax', I'm fantasizing about fat bitches' panty sizes
Take a bullet to the chest, be a man about it
Stop acting like a little bitch nigga, most of y'all niggas is bitch niggas
I got a tiger in the basement, Big Tigger
My hair long, my dick bigger
My hair long, my dick bigger
My hair long, my dick bigger
My money longer, my weed stronger
I feed hunger, I no longer get my weed from Fee
But we still tight like dyke pussy, that's my brother MOB
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Hoes SingPimp
This Right Here
Ain't Nothing But P-I-M-P Music
Rise On The Track
Hoes On The Track
Man I Ain't Goin Out To Get Them Dollars
Me And My Brotha Right Here
They Call Me Weezy Baby
Weezy Squad Up
This One Right Here
For The Bitches And Hoes
Pay Attention Momma
You Lookin At A Pimp Bitch
If You Never Seen One
And Baby I'm a So Fresh And So Clean One
And The Game Nice
So Ya Boy Not Mean Hun
Watch The White Tho
You Can Catch A Mean One
And Watch The Ice Tho
You Can Catch It Gleamon
And Watch Your Wife Tho
She Can Catch Seemon
You Never Been In A Bently Ma
I'll Put Ya Ass Between One
Between A Bently And A Cadillac
And Mamma Know Where Here Daddy At
And Mamma Know
Fa Sho
She Know To Bring Daddy That
My Dry Flow Got Her Panties Wet
She On The Flow But Where Her Panties At?
And Now Ya Ask Where My Lady Go
Player Hater You Know
My Lazy Flow Into A Lady Ho
I Gotta Holla A Nigga Baby Tho
And Weezy Baby Know
Show Me How To Break These Hoes
All Weezys Hoes Stand Up And Sing
Ahhhh
I Can't Hear Ya
Ahhhhh
Shit
All Weezys Hoes Stand Up And Sing
Ahhhhh
I Can't Hear Ya
All Weezys Hoes Stand Up And Sing
Ahhhhh
I Can't Hear
And All Weezys Hoes Stand Up And Sing
Ahhhhhh
Bitches Weezy And Easy Baby
Makin It Hot
Got Ya Girls On Her Knees
Like She Makin Salad
And She Taking Alot Out Of Me
And When Ya See Me
Don't Holla Pop Ya Call For Me
And When You See Me
Tell You Bitch Don't Holla At Me
Cause I Had It Up To Here
I'm Tired Of That Freak
Best Player Of The Year Man
It Gotta Be Me
Obviously
And Shit
If You Knockin It's Me
Hop In A V
Joc Through Ya Block
Rockin Tha Beat
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da
Haha
Conquer The Streets
Ya'll Honorin Me
Shoul Prolly Have Madonna With Me
And Bitches Say Madonna With Me
No Gucci Shit
But I Keep Wearin Vashachi
And That Gucci Shit
Man I Keep Gettin Sloppy
When I Move The Whip
And Show Weezy Baby Whos Ya Pimp
Sweety Let's Roll
To The Point Of No Return
My Game Burn Ya Soul
Then I Can't Control Then
You Become My Hoe
What Ya Think About That
Nice House
A Whip
You Think About That
I Ain't A Trick Bitch
It Ain't About That
But Baby I Got Chips So It Ain't About Jack
Momma That's Shotty
My Benz A Ferrari
You See Me On The Road
If You Wanna Go
Where I Go
Follow And Holler
I'll Be The Bord To
To Get You Outta That Problem
And Into That Prada
And Put You On That Avenue
And Be A Good Girl And Get Daddy Blue
Never Make Daddy Mad At You
Cause They Got Bitches As Bad As You
Even To Get After Due
And You Ain't Got That To Lose
Cause Bitch Roll With A Mac Or Lose
All My Houes
All His Hoes
We Got Hoes
We Don't Love Them HoesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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In Your Face (Spit)[** feat. Kevin Rudolf:]

[Verse 1:]
Uhh, straight off the back
I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq
And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle
And snap back and battle my own shadow cus ya'll wack and all that
Bullshit ya talkin startin to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I'm a brew these punkies
Stir I'm from the block but you don't pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey
Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan boy
I'll shoot this mutherfucker til I burn my hand boy
Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy
This is my game ask everybody in the stands boy
I'm all red I'm on fire like a ant pile
They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make blood bleed
You suck dick, I succeed
Yeah, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes
So I'm a spit in ya face
Kevin

[Chorus: ~Kevin Rudolf~]
Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So I'm a spit in your face)
Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So I'm a spit in your face)
[Verse 2:]
If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place
Bow ya home, how ya gon'
Fuck with me if I ain't fuckin' around
2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin' the ground
Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy
We are not from the same home boy
My Nina Baker bring your joy
I'll destroy who ya employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, I'm a swisher man
8 in the mornin' you bouta get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, You guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the root of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no try the black medal
Turn yo mutherfuckin' flowers to feathers now fly to heaven
Kevin!

[Chorus: ~Kevin Rudolf~]
Ay yo oo ohh (ohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So I'm a spit in your face)
Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So I'm a spit in your face)
[Verse 3:]
And crazy's what they callin' me, but crazy isn't hardly what I am
Try creatively retarded or amazingly rewarded
Ain't no faith in me the hardest never crack, I'm crack
I'm dope in Reynolds Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back
Let's just hope that you get it
And if I have anything to do with it, mutherfucker I did it
Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the moon
Cause you don't get sun, you just get it soon
Turn your I.D. to a tomb
Goons are us, the foods for us
We eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us
We will take the knives, and we will take the wives
And we won't take the jewelry but we will take the lives
Yeah
So I'm a spit in your face
Yeah, I'm a, so I'm a spit in your face, yeeah

[Chorus: ~Kevin Rudolf~]
Singing ay yo oo ohh
Ay yo oohh
Ay yo oo ohh
(Ay yo oo ohh)
(Ooohh, I'm a spit in your face)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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James and the giant peachMy names is James and I am a little boy
Who used to have fun and lots of joy
Then my parents were eaten and died
I was lonely and wanted to hide
I had to live with two aunts, that was old and mean
I didn’t know, “Better days was going to be seen”
I felt sad and I ran away
That was the beginning of a better day
I met an old man that gave me a gift
It was going to make my life great and swift
Running home fast as I could
Not as careful as I should
The gift of green things came pouring out
I knew they was gone without a shadow of a doubt
They were absorbed in the ground
I was sad and didn’t make a sound
Before our eyes, a peach began to grow
All my aunts could think about was making some doe
People paid to see the peach
It was fenced out of everyone’s reach
I could not come out or get fed
I had to stay inside on my bed
I was made to go outside to clean
It was amazing what my eyes seen
The peach was big as a house
I was amazed and quiet as a mouse
To my surprise there was a hole
I was curious so I became bold
I touched the peach and crawled inside
Not knowing I would be going for a ride
Inside were lots of life size bugs
And i thought who are these mugs
All of them knew my name
And I thought what a crazy sick game
They started laughing and talking to me
Oh my God, a better life was going to be
They were friendly and kind
They are going to be friends of mine
No more sadness and tears
I was going to have some happy years
As the peach began to rock and roll
I knew a story would be told1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Skull GangLil wayne: scarrr game
Juelz: (i got these niggas man)

Juelz: they ain't prepared, so they scared
They know if i dont feel em,then ima kill em..kill em

Lil wayne and juelz: i see dead people

Juelz: and they bout to get buried

Lil wayne: in my rap cemetary

Waynes verse-

Weezy: uhh, and here rests the beast
And if u wake it then you rest in piece..es
Dissconnec yo neck and feat
Then bury you today and find ya head next week

Uhh, my flow nasty like ya baby momma
I got 2 balls, i pass em to ya baby momma
I be swimmin all backwards in ya baby momma
I will make you kill the bastard kill ya baby momma

Wait, this was supposed to be bout rap, huh..well let me rap now
Bitch im the best to ever do it
They dont knew it how i know it
Fuck the newest fuck the oldest
Im the coolest im the coldest
Im the hottest im the badest
Im out of this stratus
Fear not a thing but god

Fuck you fuck pride fuck eyes
Cause ya'll niggas can't see me
Say the F Baby after the Weezy
..motherfuckah

Juelz: i see dead people
And they bout to get buried

Lil wayne: in my rap cemetaryEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Runnin circlesI'm runnin' circles around these niggas
I'm runnin' circles around these niggas
I'm runnin' circles around these niggas
I'm One two-eighty five around the squash niggas

These... monkey
He be in the circus
These niggas be jealous
These niggas worthless
You Mr. never get no pussy you a virgin
I'm Mr. hit her and her friend I'm Mr. Posse
I'm not from Earth
I'm not an earthling
I try to hit her with your friend that nigga nervous
He blew the lid we down to have six hndred thirty
Laws on my dick one of your boy I woulda murked him
I'm a baller and my birthday
Is every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Thursday
If it's a Gucci show them bitches come in early
I'm polo down looking like Huxtable Lane nerdy

I'm killin' these hoes
I ain't now too impressed nobody but my P.O
I like my bitches rollin'
I like my weed rolled
And I got deep pockets and she got a deep throat
We watch out for police that be in street clothes
You niggas washed up like some fuckin' clean clothes
My bitch shootin' at you while I re-load
Sometimes I feel possesed hope I don't get repo'd
Lil Tunechi in this bitch I'm with Gucci in this bitch
Oozie extra clips skateboard kick flip
Runnin circles around these niggas til they dizzy
I fuck a bitch to that Drizzy
Eat that pussy if it's pretty
Runnin cirlces around em three sixty Tunechi
Runnin circles, I'm smokin' purple
Cause I'm a boss and you a worker
You got suspenders on like Steve Urkel
And if you run up on me
I'll murk ya
Yeah I'll hurt ya, yeah l dirt ya
Don't mention your boys
Cause they'll dessert yea
Say she a dime, but she ain't worth it
Two six not even a burglar
But she's a burglar, went from a fat girl
I got the scrap, you better act girl
Just like you know me, they call me Gucci
I ball like Kobe
You know I'm shootin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Put it On Tha StreetsUh oh
Uh oh
Look
Listen

[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 motherfuckin 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 upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Got Money (clean) (Promo Only clean edit)Lil Wayne
I need a Winn-Dixie
Grocery bag full of money
Right now to the VIP section! (wosh, wosh, wosh)
You got Young Mula
In the house tonight baby
Yeah!!
Yeah!
Young!
Young! (wosh)
Young! (wosh)
Young! (wosh)
Young Mula Baby!

T-Pain + Lil Wayne
If you Got money (yeah)
And you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thatta way (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thatta way
If you gettin' mugged
From everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thatta way (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thatta way
Lil Wayne
Now I was bouncing through the club
She loved the way I did it but
I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop
Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fitty cocked
Say I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked
Now where your bar at?
I'm tryna rent it out
And we so bout it bout it
Now what are you about?
DJ show me love
He say my name when the music stop
Young Money Lil Wayne
Then the music drop
I make it snow
I make it flurry
I make it out all back tomorrow don't worry
Yeah
Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes (Young Money)

T-Pain + Lil Wayne
If you Got money (yeah)
And you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thatta way (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thatta way
If you gettin' mugged
From everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thatta way (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thatta way
Lil Wayne
(Streets)
(Here we go) One for the money
Two for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll (heh, yeah)
Like some clap on lights in dis' bitch
I'm(a) be clapping all night in dis' bitch (uhh hun)
Lights off (uhh hun)
Masks on (uhh hun)
She saw me (uhh hun)
She smiling (yeah)
He muggin'
Who cares, cause my goons are right here
Aye
Its nothin' to a big dog
And I'm a Great Dane
I wear eight chains
I mean so much ice
They yell skate Wayne!
She wanna fuck Weezy
But she wanna rape Wayne (uhh hun)

T-Pain + Lil Wayne
If you got money (yeah)
And you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thatta way (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thatta way
If you gettin' mug
From everybody who see that
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like..
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Okay
It's "Young Wayne" on them hoes
A.K.A. "Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes"
Like ehhhh!
Everybody say Mr. Rain Man
Can we have a rainy day?
Bring a umbrella
Please bring a umbrella
Ella, ella, ella ehhh!
Bitch ain't shit but a hoe and a trick
But you no one ain't trickin' if you, got, "it"
You know we ain't fuckin' if you not thick
And I cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit
--So Rolex watch this
I do it, 4-5-6 my "click-clack"
Goes the black fo' fifth
And just like it I blow that shit
Cause bitch I'm the bomb like
Tick tick (biatch!)
Yeah!!

[Chorus: T-Pain + Lil Wayne]
If you Got money (yeah)
And you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thatta way (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thatta way
If you gettin' mugged
From everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thatta way (fly)
This a way (fly)
Thatta way

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
It's Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes
Yeah
Young Wayne on them hoes
Make a stripper fall in love
T-Pain on them hoes
Aha!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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They Love the S.Q.A.D[Lil' Wayne]
Hustle fa sq - hustle fa sq
Wobble fa sq
Hustle fa sq - hustle fa sq
Ykno them hoes love weezy im a dog with it
And if ya bitch scream sqad we can all hit it
I make her work it from behind and catch a wall with it
And then she rock rock tha boat
And walk with it - walk tha - walk with it
I run it in the hole like marshall faulk with it
I put it in ya mouf - hoe can you talk with it
Im off tha chain right
And if you red and big fine then you wayne tight
Yea and weezy ya fuck friends boy ain't right
And yall like a lil pussy put u give brain right
Right she-she ain't never had a sqad boy slash a hot boy
Plus tha numba bitch im stunta son
And i just wanna see you hustle ta tha floor
And i dont wanna see you back that azz up that shit old
Im like oh oh oh in ya mouf and when i bust a nut i halla ahhhh

(hook - [lil wayne])
Im from tha sqad hoe
Im from tha sqad bitch
She like the sqad though
She love the sqad shit
And if you lookin fa her
Ykno where she be
With s-q-a-d
[Kidd Kidd]
Na hold on - lemme git my chain cuz it hang so long
Ain't so grown - but the game so strong
Hoe lemme fuck cuz my thang so long
But as soon as she give me brain so long
Dont let the game zone then the skank go home
Anyways you stankin up my ozone
You see me on tha 'Zant every all day
Pass all the halfway oh and pleez back ya dame up off me
F'aol - get it man introducing ya bitch ta nut a fuck up ya wedding plans
Im a veteran yall laggin
Yall niggas rookies in this game me and my dawgs all madden
Yall niggas acting like yall action
We all pack mac-10s that a give ya whole damn back in
We leave the club i pull up ya hoe walk back and
Fall it thats what i call mackin understand it

(hook - [lil wayne])
Im from tha sqad hoe
Im from tha sqad bitch
She like the sqad though
She love the sqad shit
And if you lookin fa her
Ykno where she be
With s-q-a-d
[Lil' Wayne]
I got a suite with a hoe inside
A suite with some dro inside
A bottle with momo inside
Its time na go inside
Its sqad up - throw it high
And i like ta take a reefer on with silence
Myflow jus died
Shh and im so damn fly
No mam i - dont hold hands i
Just git that throat and ride
See i quickly fuck a bitch and forget her
Yea baby - a higher empire like no limit records
And im not a minute man but i can fuck you fa so many seconds
And with the seconds i split in a split seconds
You just git impressive
I like it when you thick with big breastes
I like it when you quik ta git breakfast
And i just wanna see you pop it my way
You not a independent women
Bitch you not beyonce
And this mami do me or she wanna do is chew me
And when i bust a nut i halla oh wee

(hook - [lil wayne])
Im from tha sqad hoe
Im from tha sqad bitch
She like the sqad though
She love the sqad shit
And if you lookin fa her
Ykno where she be
With s-q-a-d-EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Big Dogg Status (Snippet)Been doing this shit, nigga who are you
Little nigga, I done seen keys bigger than you
Nigga, you ain't know shit
Cut off a nigga head, make him suck his own dick
How the game go

Money over bitches and flowers over snitches
Money over bitches and flowers over snitches
Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yard fish
(What the hell is this?)
Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yard fish
(What the hell is this?)
YahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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GunshotBow bow man u know me bow bow 5.0 tryin 2 get me im tryin 2  get way yaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!! bow bochw bow bow yaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!  bow bow bow bwo chillin in my house the cops say come and put yo hands upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Rock N RollWe gonna party, all night, let's go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll
Party all night, let's go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll

I'm in this bitch like i wanna rock right now
We so deep you motherfuckers might drown
I'm so fly tonight call me a night owl
I'm high as stars blue skies and white clouds
Talking about let's go crazy, let's go ladies, they all follow soon
...tell it, yeah it's a movie, watch the trailer if it don't float out both, pop the sailor
Party all night, party all night, a whole bunch of bitches this is the dog fight

Begin in the cream, you know off right, a whole lot of smoke, i need fog lights
Young money baby you can't hold me, you can't put me so you can't fold me
Lose your mind, out of control, i now pronounce you rock and roll, yeah

Party, all night, let's go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll
Party all night, let's go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and rollEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Get It On Wit YallI'm The Truth
Why Would I Lie?
I Walk Around This Bitch
Like A Pilot
I'm Fly (I'm Fly)
Hello & Bye Bye
I Leave Ya'll Ass
In The Past Like Tie-Dye
(hehe)
Three Blunts and A My Tie
And I'm So Well Connected Like Wi-Fi
Me Real Dread
Them They Si-Vi
And I Murder Bill Nye
The Science Guy
I
Do What I Do & I Do It Well
I'm a O.G. Bitch
Can't Chu Spell?
F*ck Wrong With Ya'll?
I Ain't Marvin Gaye
But I Can Get It On With Ya'll
Microphone C-H-ecker
No Liquor
Just Painkillers & Prometha
Young Eckerds
Jumpin The Gas
Like Checkers
You Can't Check Us
Or We All In Ya Face Like Freckles
Trunk Speckle
Big Shark Talk
I Swim Winning Wherever
I Walk With A Fork In My Pocket
Salt And Pepper
Feed Me Rappers Or Feed Me Beats
And If You Don't Be-lieve Me
Then Leave Me Be!
I Am Not Human
I Am Just An Illusion
Organize Confusion
Amusin! (haha)
I Am Not Losin
I Am One Of The Choosen
School Of The Hard Knocks
I Am Just A StudentEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Micro Fiend[Intro]
Hit me...
I like that...
Hit me again!

[Verse 1]
Okay!
I go by Weezy F. B., that's who I be
You don't wanna lose me like new I.D
I beat up the track like the new Ali
And leave an eye black and blue and green
They tell me I can do it, just do it clean
But I'm from the dirty South, I don't know what that mean
Eminem I am a money machine
Two girls in the bed with son inbetween
Now I treat women like a nun or a queen
If she got nice legs she can run on my team
Yeah, I stick her up like a gun in her spleen
My name is Lil Wayne and I'm a microfiend!
Hit me again!

[Verse 2]
Alright I'm going back in like...
B-back on my 1, 2, now watch me snap like a jumpsuit
I'm country like gold on your front tooth
And I work all day like the phone booth
Sometimes shit get to thick for me to come through
And I just needa relax and some shampoo
Spitta, Dizzy and Mack they with the camp too
We get money and we smoke like candles
When we do it I let her keep on her sandals
She just wanna get used like samples
And you know I jumps in it like a trampo...leen!
Wayne, the microfiend!
Hit me!
Hit me again!
[Verse 3]
And my car goes *carsound*
Jumped out the driver lookin' like lava
Stickin' to the script like Java
Holla at ya gualla, infected with money and power
And I be the teacher like Steve Vital-ah!
Got my Vans on but these Marc Jacobs
And I'm so high, I thought I saw spaceships
A-list, number one on your playlist
Flow poisonous like snake spit
And I gotta little money where my safe is
For my babys babys babys
Babys babys babys
Babys babys babys, baby!

[Outro]
My name is Lil Wayne and I'm a microfiend
I said my name is Lil Wayne and I'm a microfiendEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Marble FloorsSo I let the bitch hang out with me right
You know word got around I was fucking this nigga bitch
So the nigga called me, he like "you fuckin my bitch"-
I'm like I'm fuckin her right now

[Chorus]
Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big bodies I got 10 of those
Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls

Told that bitch take your shoes off, look don't even argue
Got your bitch tip-toeing on Italian marble
They on that bad batch, too much pork around it
Shorty ass fat you gotta walk around it
Big body got ten of those
Cars, cribs that's eight hoes
Nine piece that's dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that centrefold
Hundred on my shine
You don't like it fine
Got ya bitch tip-toeing like Gregory Hines
Cashing out with that nina
Ten days you ain't seen her
She ask for it, I beat her
You greedy nigga you eat it
These ? niggas all on my dick
Princess cuts all in my wrist
Hundred rounds all in my hip
200 grand all in my whip
[Chorus]
Wet work, got the kitchen stanking
We call a undercover, a pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln
Stuntin' on them bitches like Birdman
Roll the weed in white sheets, Ku Klux Klan
Put it on the scale, watch it do numbers
Playing with them keys like Stevie Wonder
All my hoes pretty, all my niggas brazy
We sell that white, sell that brown, call it rice and gravy
Call me Tunechi Lee or don't call me at all
Man fuck all you niggas, pause

[Chorus]
2 Chainz, that's your best answer
Cup filled with pink, I'm supporting breast cancer
I might do that walk for the 5k
I get paid every time I leave my driveway
Got yo girl tip-toeing on my marble floors
Sitting by the pool, jumping off the diving board
Getting to the money I'mma need a money counter
So many acres, my neighbours stay in another county
Ted Dibiase in Versace loafers
All you talk is shit nigga halitosis
Ghosts, I pulled up in that pale thang
Got a Chanel chain, on top of Chanel chain, on top of Chanel chain, on top of Chanel chain
Goddamn!
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How You Like Me NowHttp://rap.genius.com/Lil-wayne-kush-lyricsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Got That GangstaThis here goes out to my m.a.n gili gili hit wit that dumb shit weezy i got cha go to jail do life not five to ten me and sergio getting down thays my man fam my niggas dont give jean- claude vandamme about you we don't play around bring that k around,spray tha town,take tha ground,take tha ground that you walk on tap the phones that you talk on jam you up and take your arms off hit you twice with that sawed off and your nigga watch your head fall off hit em weezy
Shout Out to everybody man
But uh let uh let me just prepare them let me just let em know uhh just so u know that the future imma be on this rock shit
U understand me
This real rock shit
Its gettin real crazy
But uh imma keep rappin for y'all and shit to
Cuz i know ya'll like that shit
I know y'all like that shit
I know y'all like that shit
And uh just in case if y'all want to know
What i was actually saying at the end of that performance on BET hip hop awards cuz i know they probably cut a lot of that out
I had said uh
Give me a beat Gudda, come on oh yea come on we about to take it back to New Orleans, lets go
Oh oh oh
Bitch didn't ya momma tell ya not to fuck wit them aliens
Im just tryin to mate like a fucking Australian
Dreams of fucking Mrs. Sarah Palin
And don't McCain look like his heart about to fail em
But scratch that shit, young money we the greatest
Add another check to my checkin and savins
And afour fs to the weezy f baby
Nah im weezy fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin baby
Dedication 3 we out this hoe
Actually we in yo hoe
Wayne Talkin.....
I Feel Me (The Drought is over Part 6 coming 11/19/08)

(DJ Drama) Hahaha u thought it was over, let me give u some D4
Bitch I Feel Me!
Yea!!!!!
AHHHHHH!!!!!
I got the game mad, and i ain't talking about homie in LA neither
I say I got so much money man I don't know what to do wit it
I was thinkin bout gettin some and lettin u spend it
Hey i do it way bigger than u did it
I'm sitting on them jordans, it must be the shoes in me
I get real ignorant
Cruel really cruel
When it rains just tell em to get in the pool silly
Who really pourin with us?
Home boy you trippin u gunna fall and bust your ass
I can rap fast but i like slow better....why?
Cuz bitch imma flow better fl-y fl-y fly
With no feathers
And if you want know bad u gunna know better yea
I'm talkin young money army weezy aka i got enough money on me
Yea and y'all niggers phony
I got some bullets wit yall pictures on them
Haha y'all really don't want me
And i blast off on beat
She make u leave and u just do you and she just do me
I told yaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lay You Down[Lil Wayne:]
Hello world my name is not important
Today it's about (Tyga) yes sir, lay you (lay you) lay you (lay you) down
Yeah, let's go... imma sit back and smoke... I might grab my guitar

[Hook:]
I got these bullets in the cham-ber
Don't make me let off a round
If my life's in dan-ger
I'm gonna lay you down lay you down

Your life's in my cham-ber
Don't make me let off a round
If my life's in dan-ger
I'm gonna lay you down lay you down

[Tyga:]
Uhh I ain't a killer but don't push me
Far from a saint, don't play that Reggie Bushing
Face covered, Louie hoodie oh he rock skinnies bet we get 'em still
(Lay you) pow pow (lay you down) won't even be present for witness

Wayne said it, send a debit, what them boys charge for it
Recycle her boyfriend, wanna fight box him in cardboard
Tyga star, haters home, look up, yup, I'm on tour
What you plottin' for, part four?
[Hook:]
I got these bullets in the cham-ber
Don't make me let off a round (so like I said)
If my life's in dan-ger (or better yet like he said)
I'm gonna lay you down lay you down

Your life's in my cham-ber
Don't make me let off a round
If my life's in dan-ger
I'm gonna lay you down lay you down (get 'em boy)

[Tyga:]
I be calm till the moment, souls should be roaming (fly)
Your life's in a toilet, shit get it on homie
Thought he knew me, put five on it, bet I'm no looney's toon
Tell 'em this ain't no Daffy Duck movie, for sure

My jewelry got that Daft Punk glow to it
That's why they lookin', participants, I'm no rookie
Get paid the salary, look at me, but don't stand 'cause they're, right here
View my mirrors hell yeah

[Hook:]
I got these bullets in the cham-ber
Don't make me let off a round (so like I said)
If my life's in dan-ger (or better yet like he said)
I'm gonna lay you down lay you down
Your life's in my cham-ber
Don't make me let off a round
If my life's in dan-ger
I'm gonna lay you down lay you down (get 'em boy)

[Lil Wayne:]
You heard me! Better make me love you baby!
Ah ehmmmm, reportin' live from the barrel (get 'em)
Two tear drops under that eye on the sparrow (uhhh)
I'm from a small place they call Uptown where we (lay you) where we (lay you (ha ha ha!) down)

Like concrete in the driveway, shoot sideways like O Dog on Menace
Leave yo' brains in yo' tennis, I'm the renaissance man
So put me in the book and I got my pistol on the hook singing... ha ha ha!

[Hook:]
I got these bullets in the cham-ber
Don't make me let off a round
If my life's in dan-ger
I'm gonna lay you down lay you down

Your life's in my cham-ber
Don't make me let off a round
If my life's in dan-ger
I'm gonna lay you down lay you down
[Lil Wayne:]
When I say fuck y'all... I really mean mammy mutha fuck all y'all
Tyga Tyga, (lay you) Young Money, (lay you (I thought you knew) down)

Lay you (lay you) lay you (lay you) downEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Love Of My Life[Intro: Lil' wayne]
Weezy Baby, T-Streets
Sqadfizzle in yo back
Fee-fizzle where we at
Love of my life listen...

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I met her when i was a young bo'
Took her home rolled her up and got my puff on
And then my lungs withdrawn
And then after follow my heart
This is only tha start
Went out and bought my baby at tha start of my day
Sometimes i wanna knoe if she was here
What my father would say
Keep smoking, t.streets what you smokn on?
Cuz me im rollin up that green pokemon
And you be supa loaded of tha dro im on
And you see i can't see wit my eyes open, dawg
Weezy wee fo' yall
Pleez let tha drama hol off
Light it up, '03 smoke DAWG

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Girl...you...knoe...you...rock...my...world...and
You...be...pur...ple...green...and...o...range
We...won't...stop...un...til...tha...roach...is
Gone yeaaa gone yeaaaa gone yeaaaaa haha
[Verse 2:T.Streets]
I picked her up when i was jus a kid
Really i fucked her befo all of my friends
Really i blows off tha dro and heineken silly
Im t.strizzy streets is tha name they give me
Baby girl git lifted witcha boy
Top lifted off tha car
Hot shit in my cigar mama
It dont stink, its not fit fa my cigar potna
I mosh pit in my cigar potna
Green grass got me feelin clean as glass im bright
Tha bitch mary jane thats tha love of my life

[Verse 3: Lil' wayne]
Yea i second that man, i second that i say
Tha bitch mary jane thats tha love of my life
Man yall knoe how i met her
I cop her from tha homie in letters
Oz's nigga i got chedda
I dont smoke trees i smoke tha tree
No bullshit you gotta bitch bet she smoke wit me
And if she did bet she choke
If she did bet i put sumthng soothin down her throat
But thats on anotha note so
Hahah lemme git back ta my hoe
Lemme twist a sack of my hoe
That is my doe, we gits irry
You gon find me in ur lobby blunted
Maybach outside and its prolly runnin
Imma boss droppin ashes on my bentley rug
Before i fix it i jus have them reinvent tha mug
Way bent off tha dro
Way bent off tha shit
Laid back and play pimp ona bitch
Relax and play this to a spliff
Wheres my lite mary jane thats tha love of my life
T.streets man, i second that
Mary janes thats tha love of my life
[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Twerk SeasonSay what the fuck 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

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, fuck 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 fuck 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
Big up to my lil' sweet ho
My [?] ho
Keep it a C-note
When my main ho act like a pee hole
And that feel, that's Sub-Zero
I say one time for that bitch who just want dick and summin' to eat
Only want a number three, that's my pussy custody
I want a slim fine woman with some twerk with her
She ain't got no nosy friends, just a purse with her
She ain't got a lot of ass but I can work with her
Nigga, that's my cup of tea, ha, burnt my tongue
Oooh, she got a popcorn booty
Verytime I see that ass it make me wanna watch a movie
It's supposed to be a lot of hard working going on
But who the fuck can focus with all this twerkin going on?

Say what the fuck 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 twerkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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10.000 Bars IntroDJ EFX

[DJ EFX]
Lil Wayne a.k.a. Lil Weezy!

[Lil Wayne]
Weezy Baby!

[DJ EFX]
Fo sheezy?

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah

[DJ EFX]
You've been in this game for how long now?

[Lil Wayne]
Now I'm going on my 12th year

[DJ EFX]
12th year, and you're how old?

[Lil Wayne]
I'm 21
[DJ EFX]
21, at 22. Alright, you're from, where? Down southEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Operate on Me (feat. Wyclef Jean)Prada jeans... 300 dollars
Gucci slippers... 500 dollars
Spendin all your money to make these white folks rich... priceless

(Wyclef:)
Oh oh ohhh
Yahh... uhhh
Oh oh ohhh
Yahh...uhhh
Ohh... they said opposites attract... so here i am
With my pistol in my pocket... hidden right under my jacket
Yah they said opposites attract... so here she is
With the master and a bachelor... she just became a doctor
Ohh... operate on me... i need that open heart surgery
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Girl... operate on me i need that open heart surgery...
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite

(Weezy:)
Pocket full of money and some dark shades... flow so current he can start waves
Game like butter he parkay... love me some head like chardays
Dropping quarters like the arcade... get high with my animals in our cage
And you can see us if you star gaze... creole boy baby i sautees
On your mark... ready... start place
Thats just you... makin my heart race
And i may be the opposite... but im'a let you operate
(Wyclef:)
Ohh... they said opposites attract... so here i am
With my pistol in my pocket... hidden right under my jacket
Yah they said opposites attract... so here she is
With the master and a bachelor... she just became a doctor
Ohh... operate on me... i need that open heart surgery
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Girl... operate on me i need that open heart surgery...
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite

(Weezy:)
Yah... yah
And i know she want a d boy... so im'a pop up on her like (?)
I got that magic... like bruce leeroy
And if this isn't it... then love has a decoy
Her body sicker than a retard... and i bet i got the medicine she need for it
And i bet i got the medicine to keep goin...
She shoots me with happiness... and i bleed joy
No ban aid for me boy... a loss of blood yah the girl got me weak boy
Yah i see you... and i see you... when i see you
Girl your the one... can i be two
And if your love is clear... then i see thru
Then they yell clear... and i pull thru
You saved my life... baby i would too
And they say...
(Wyclef:)
Ohh... they said opposites attract... so here i am
With my pistol in my pocket... hidden right under my jacket
Yah they said opposites attract... so here she is
With the master and a bachelor... she just became a doctor
Ohh... operate on me... i need that open heart surgery
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Girl... operate on me i need that open heart surgery...
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Oh... ohhhhhhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Get It Shawty(Lil Wayne: talking)
Lloyd I got you
Yeah

(Lil Wayne:)
Ok, Im Weezy baby
And I am from the south where we call all our women baby
Hey baby, hey baby, all day i say hey, hey, hey
I ballin like Fade-A-Way, 3 letter credit A OK
Black car, black car, girl I got a black car
Can I buy some of your time and charge it to my black card
You can be my bittersweet, shake that sugar and salt

Chain full of asphalt, bullshit walks, cash talks
Car black, car big, car fast, Car-ter
Can I stick my pencil in your sharpner
Beat it up like its a drum, call me Travis Barker
Tat tat tat, boom boom, tat tat, boom boom, tat tat Brrrrrrrr Pshhh

(Lloyd:)
All I really want is for you to back it up gon and put your weight on it
Cuz its all right, do what you wanna, make me believe it
Ooo I wanna see ya get it shawty, get it shawty, get it shawty
Soo g-g-get it shawty, get it shawty, get it shawtyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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LousianimalLousianimal, I'm an animal..
I'm a beast, I'm a dog..
Lousianimal, I'm an animal..
(I Got emmm)

Call me Lil Weezy and the Carter
I go harder
All about a dolla
Fuck two quaters
Bitch i pour syrup in that vitamin water
I hope you die ugly and tonight be georgous
Feed me your organs
Bitch im starving
Tear drops on my face like its my party
And if its my party, i can cry if i want to
Split your fucking body up in half like 1-2
Bitch im from New Orleans
Reportin everywhere
And i have a dream to be your worst nightmare
I'm in the Kings chair
Watching Sportscenter

And I cut on BET, Eye dinner
Throw your ass up
Yeah we taking over
And we hungry so please come with a chip on your shoulder
And we got dem guns that gotta sit on your shoulder
I rock Ice but my heart colder
Lousianimal, I'm an Animal
Get Em

Lousianimal, I'm an Animal
Get Em

Lousianimal, I'm an Animal
Get Em

Imma Beast, Imma dogggEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Money In The Bank Freestyle[Chorus: x4]
I got money on the drink
And half on the dank

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Yeah, thank God I'm a millionaire
Hard body, these other boys teddy bears
Fuck with me momma, I know you want a G
And I'm a real Blood, if you want R&B
Just call me Carter honey, if you can't say the baby
Bitch I'm so fuckin' hot, I feel radiated
Hoe I'm so fuckin' fly, my eyes are Aviators
I'm stuck at the top floor in the elevator
'Cause I'm high, dumb high
Nigga, I could look into the sun's eyes
Young guy, but rich though
And I keep a rag on me like a '64, like a '64
You know I got that bounce
It's Mister-Quick-to-Pour-a-Eighth-In-a-20-Ounce
Okay I'm Terminator, you niggas Minnie Mouse
And I'm Young Money anyhow

[Chorus: x9]
I got money on the drink
And half on the dank
[Verse 2 - Mack Maine]
I saud it's hood shit baby, so you know it's all thugs
Rockstar life, lotta sex, and a lotta drugs
It's O.G. kush, purple dro, and pine bud
Have a real nigga feelin' like he's so fucked up
Have a fake nigga feelin' like he's so bucked up
There go the weed man, Spitta back the truck up
There go the lean man, Thugga we done lucked up
I mix the two dro by my bitch and then we rough fuck
I leave a Crego to the lot and pick a Jag' up
If you was in my shoes, nigga you could brag 'cause
Weezy he got me, Baby he got me
Young Money, Cash Money, bitch that's my posse
.40 cals with broke safeties just try to rob me
Million dollar man feelin' like Ted DiBiase
Now let me tell you, if I'm missin' a bush
Shit'll get uglier than New York from the 'Flavor Of Love'

[Chorus x9]
I got money on the drink
And half on the dankEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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March It OutDrought Three
Haha
Look, I Bought It Out Like Stunna
I Hope When We Kiss We Make Ya Sick To Ya Stomach
Stuntin Like My Daddy And Ya Mamma Eat Rubbas
I Bet That I Can Do The Mouth To Mouth With Ya Woman
My House Is A Dungeon
Yellow Diamond Ring Lookin Like A Little Funion
Stand On My Toes You Can Call Me Paul Bunyan
Switchin Up My Floors Like A Nigga Do Construction
The Microphone Wet Cause My Words Like Seduction
N Wen We On Tha Jet Ya Don't Come Up In The Discussion
And If Ya Say Ya Ballin We Prolly Don't Trust Ya
And I Know Plenty Freaky Hoes That Prolly Won't F*ck Ya
Even If Ya Bad Boy They Prolly Won't F*ck Ya
Only If I Say That She Can Touch Ya Like Busta
But She Mite Touch Ya N Burn Ya Like Usha
Me N My Clique Be In Red Like Brusha
I Shit These Rappers Out N Sometimes I Forget To Flush Ya
Granddaddy Purp Or Bubba Kush Crusha
Explode In A Bitch Mouth Like A Gusha
Cash Money, Young Money Check The Production
I Am Just A Martion Get Prepared For Abduction
I Walk It Out Like Crutches
Two Girls Jump Me Like Double Dutches
My Nigga T-Streets Know A Girl Named Duchess
N Everytime We See Her In The Streets She Be Cussin
I Told Him He Should Wave The Black Flag Cause She Buggin
He Say The Pussy Good
He Say Ya Dig So I Dug Em
I'm Lookin For A Real Bad Bitch With A Husband
I Give Her Much Dick And A Whole Lotta Nuttin
I'm Spiitin Like I stumbled On A Gold Pot Or Sumtin
N Wen I Was Six I Saw My Role Modle Hustlin
So I Gotta Hustle
These Rappers Talkin Bout A Whole Lotta Nuttin
Ya Drop Me On Saturday I'm Sold Out On Sunday
F*ck Is The Arguin Bout
Nigga The Carter Out
This Is What I Call A Drought... 3
N We Don't Walk It Out
We Drop Top Porshe It Out
Ya Betta Walk Em Out
Before We Chalk Em Out
We Chalk It Out
We Chalk It Out
We Chalk It Out
We Chalk It Out
We Chalk It Out
We Chalk It Out
We Chalk It Out
We Chalk Em Out
They Don't Want It Uhh Uhh
No They Don't Want It Uhh Uhh
You See They Phony I'm Not
Oh Yea They Phony I'm Not
I Eastside Walk It Out
I Bring New Orleans Out
I Am A Saints Fan
O Yea We Marchin Now
Like Were A Saints Band
I Play The Organs Now
And If They Talkin Most Likely I'm What They Talkin Bout
My Nigga T From The East roll up that forest now
Man I'm Jus Tryin To Get My Peanuts, I'm Like Charlie Brown
Ok That Engine Make That Harley Sound
Take Two Leave Then Walk Around
Come Straight from that Homeless Town, this game belongs to Carter Now Bitch1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Most Wanted Rockstar(Verse 1)
Ahh
This time Ima give you the truth
The truth and nothin but the truth
So help me God,now bring it on come on
You little suckas, bring home my brass knuckles and beat the odds?
Keep me high baby keep me hot
Gravity has been re-defined
Saw you in my concert waiting in line
I was on my tour bus taking my time
Then I hit the stage after that I got paid
Then I hit the presidential suite and got laid
Women in the thub everytime y bathe behind my shades

(chorus)
And Take my pictureee
And hang it up against your wall,wall,wallll
Find me on top of your sisteeeer
???
For the most wanted rockstarrr
The most wanted rockstar
The most wanted, the most wanted rockstar

(Verse 2)
Im so at ease, no enemies, Please
You hate me but do you know that im a killa
An alien tell ?em suck my antennas
Ima mothafuckin winner, eat losers for dinner
She can be my fairy, she can be my fuckin adversary
But if she talk she gon? have to get buried
Looked in the mirror ???
Shut up and ride bitch!

(Chorus)
Take my pictureee
And hang it up against your wall,wall,wallll
Find me on top of your sisteeeer
???
For the most wanted rockstar
The most wanted rockstar
The most wanted, the most wanted rockstar

(Verse 3)
My girls? Are black and so is my car
I fuck all day I don?t know bout y?all
Your girlfriend says she wanna go in my droughts
I got the bitch naked moan in my ???
Even though im not home
Man im so throw off the don?t know what im on
But I should lower my tone cuz im still the most wanted

(Chorus)
And Take my pictureee
And hang it up against your wall,wall,wallll
Find me on top of your sisteeeer
???
For the most wanted2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Old Town Road (Remix)[Verse]
I got the horses in the back but she twerk it for a pony
Ooh, she got that honky-tonky, I met her on Farmers Only
Red bandana around my neck, ooh my cowgirl getting dirty
I pop a couple perkies, I chew 'em like beef jerky
I pull up on a tractor, lean and Jolly Ranchers
Papa was a rolling stone, but me I'm more like Jagger
Aw man, quit jumblin' grown man
She ride me say, "Yeehaw", man
Call me Lil Jon Wayne
Mula baby1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Tell Me You Need Me[Refrain: One Republic]
I'm holdin' on a rope Got me ten feet off the ground And I'm hearin' what you're saying But I just can't make a sound You tell me that you need me Then
You go and cut me down, but wait Tell me that you're sorry Didn't think I'd turn around, I say hey

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay, I'm talking 'bout a good girl gone bad
Crooked world, wrong path; right Mom, wrong Dad
I sing this song mad but not mad enough to shoot you
But it just eats me up, like some barbecue from Luther's
In the morning with the roosters
On the corner with the boosters
And she's the fresh-cut 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 on-comin' train
Stuck in the passenger seat, travelin' through the fast lane

[Verse 2: Bun B]
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 a dranker
Daddy had a malpractice suit, now he's a snorter
And all this shit is takin' place right in front of the 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, tryin' to do right
Looking for answers all alone in the darkness of night
Shit ain't right
[Refrain: One Republic]
I'm holding on a rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you're saying
But I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
Tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, I say hey

[Hook: One Republic]
You say that it's too late to apologize
It's too late
I said it's too late to apologize
It's too lateEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hotel[Chrous: Reel & Lil Wayne]
If you want to get with a grown man
You can holla at Young Weezy
If he doesn't answer his cell phone I ain't there
(?)
So if you wanna get with a grown man
All you gotta do is holla at these
Flyest niggas at the party
Checking out six in the morning
I say six in the morning
I said six in the morning
A six in the morning
Six in the checking out
Six in the morning
Six in the
(?)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Reel]
Now we can't do the hotel nor the motel
Nor the Holiday Inn
Plus if that clerk gon tell my wife
Oh well, then she'll tell her friends
You see, mommy is scorching hot
Ooh we can't talk a lot
We gotta get it how we get it in this parking lot
You know I'm talking bout I hit it with the corn loc
Just in case your girl walking out but I'm just Weezy *baby
Yeah Weezy F baby
She wan be baby
And have my baby
But I'm sorry baby
I could be your baby
I'm busy baby
I'm out with baby
[Chorus: Reel & Lil Wayne]
If you want to get with a grown man a grown man
You can holla at Young Weezy that's me
If he doesn't answer his cell phone I'm out of service
Don't you hesitate to pick it up and call me Holla at em!
If you wanna get with a grown man a grown man
All you gotta do is at these cool
Flyest niggas at the party
Checking out six in the morning
I said six in the morning
Six in the morning
Six in the morning
Six in the
Checking out six in the morning
Six in the
(?)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Reel]
We could do the Gucci drop or the rooftop
Or the (?) (Say what)
Girl if your man start acting up
I got some in the trunk that'll back him up (say what)
You see, Weezy my rider, N-O
Honor the highest M.O
Higher and fire hippo
Potamus dollars just see
I got a double date to get my freak on
The other girl she get her eat on, I'm Weezy *baby
Yeah Weezy F baby
She wan be baby
And have my baby
But I'm sorry baby
I'd be your baby
I'm busy baby
I'm out with baby
[Chorus: Reel & Lil Wayne]
If you want to get with a grown man Prefix!
You can holla at Young Weezy that's me
If he doesn't answer his cell phone I'm roaming
Don't you hesitate to pick it up and call me Holla at em!
If you wanna get with a grown man you know
All you gotta do is at these cool
Flyest niggas at the party
Checking out six in the morning
I said six in the morning
I say six in the morning
Six in the morning
Six in the
Checking out six in the morning
Six in the
(?) Uh oh, uh oh

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Reel]
(?) with it, tell you slow-mo with it cmon
Take it to the floor, no, take it to the door with it
You tryna dance, I'm tryna peel
Get yo ass on these wheels, it ain't (?)

[Bridge: Reel & Lil Wayne]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Ghetto RichShit, we tryna get it for real
Oh, Rich Boy, you niggas better get focused
Get money, muthafucka, get money, muthafucka

Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
Still gettin' pulled over and asked by the police

'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of ya skin get 'cha put in the pen
It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone
Sendin' niggas to the pen or the funeral home

I be feelin' like the Lord'll never answer me back
So I'm holdin' on my gat just in case they attack
Bullet holes in ya house'll make it hard to sleep
Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap

'Lotta niggas doin' life from under covers and fake friends
It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men
Niggas doin' life from under covers and fake friends
It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men

It's where you live, it's where you play
It's where you learn your favorite slang
Your world is ghetto
It's where I live, it's where I'm from
It's where you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto

Can't explain how I feel growin' up in the gutter
Told my mama that I love her put nobody above her
Doin' crimes, a hard time for food on the plate
Know a couple of niggas ain't never comin' out the gate

Movin' weight the only thing them street niggas know
Servin' thangs at school, they never teach 'em, don't show
But a 44'll get 'cha money fast from robbin'
Do or die situation when ya tired, be stavin'

Government'd never send me a dime for school
So I went and started workin' like my nine my tool
I'm a leader for the South, pa, open ya ears
Young kids where I'm from wear permanent tears

It's where you live, it's where you play
It's where you learn your favorite slang
Your world is ghetto

It's where I live, it's where I'm from
It's where you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto
I'm a product of the block, watch the fiends come back
Got a couple white packs 'cause they fiend for that
Early five in the mornin', pigs showin' they badge
Real niggas in the street still showin' they rags

Speed bumps in the road start slowin' me down
See them fake niggas actin' like they know me now
Got a chance to advance, so I'm makin' my move
Couple o' people still thinkin' they got somethin' to prove

Pay the card for the South, yeah the hood my home
Told my mama I'ma leave the dope game alone
On my knees every night conversatin' wit God
Niggas dyin' everyday 'cause they wanna be hard

Still totin' my piece 'cause it ain't nothin' like the movies
I'm wearin' my vest in case they hit me wit the Uzi
Even if I take a trip around the world and back
I'm representin' for the hoods where they feel me at

It's where you live, it's where you play
It's where you learn your favorite slang
Your world is ghetto

It's where I live, it's where I'm from
It's where you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto, your world, ghetto
Throw 'em up if you know what the hood like
Throw 'em up if you lookin' for that good life
Throw 'em up if ya ghetto, shit
Your world, ghettoEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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He a G[Verse 1: Ronnie]
My swag is in order, nigga, immage is a must
Six didgits on the car, nigga, that's a plus
Six hundred for the jeans, I neverr pull my pants up
Already there, why you tryna get your grams up
I put your hoe in handcuffs, I take her hostage
I see you walkin round, short arms, deep pockets
I live to see a profit, you down to break even
I'm really in the clear, you niggas stay leakin
You niggas just ain't eatin
Pick another lane
Rap game, crack game, you should pick another game
I'm headed for the jeweler, bout to pick another chain
Then I go to the pad, bout to stick another dame

[Chorus: Ronnie]
I rock, I roll
I'm fly, I know
You broke, you mad
Turn your swag, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
See I'm a rock and roll all-star, a hip hop ledgend
I eat the track up, now where is my bevrage
I belch bars, excuse my presents
And I charge for every letter, like a fuckin text message
Chroam on, shades on, game on
And my V-Neck is pushed like Mason
You can't fuck with me, man
You're like Weak Man to me, man
What up, blood
What up, blood
What up, gangsta
Belt game banging, chain game slanging
Weezy F Baby, the shit still stankin
[Chorus: Ronnie]
I rock, I roll
I'm fly, I know
You broke, you mad
Turn your swag, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up

[Verse 3: Ronnie]
Fat boy go hard, you not like I
You dope man fresh, I'm kingpin fly
My team on point, my swag on ten
My doe don't fold, my cash don't bend
My doors go up, my sounds up loud
You are nothing, but another face in the croud
Corner store John Doe, lookin for a name
The shit you provide me, is nothing to the game
I'm the leader of the pack, you can tell by the talk
I'm a bonified star, you can tell by the walk
One hand on my nuts, the other on a stack
You lookin for doe, I can show you where it's at

[Chorus: Ronnie]
I rock, I roll
I'm fly, I know
You broke, you mad
Turn your swag, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Ready Or Not[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I told you we will win
I told you we will win
Gudda, holla at em

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Skinny nigga but my pockets stay fat as fuck
Man my whole Sqad hoppin out a Caddy trucks
And plus I'm like A.I. I'm tryen to snatch and bust
Got a bright grill got these bitches actin up
Wit a mean mug got these niggas backing up
Kicked up dub truck sittin high as fuck
Eyes shut can't duck cuz I'm high as fuck
I don't kno ya sellin bricks till ya high as fuck

[Verse 2: Young Yo]
Now whats poppin, I tell ya whats poppin, I'm poppin
We be dat man poppin, this shit be like Batman & Robin
And my mackin's advanced mami
Pretty boy but I back hand mami
Pimp crazy, got baby Glock'n in my pocket
These bicthes praise me
Catch a hot one if ya blockin'
Its Young Yeezy
Hot to death oh ma please believe me
Ready or not Sqad Up be easy
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
I told you we are gunna win
Its not a game
But if it is we are gunna win
Young Nut off Mazant

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
Come and get wit it ya fuckin wit tha lil black filth
Get back bitch or see pitch black shit
Heaters spit we pack clips that act them
Ninas split ya chap lips and he just back flipped
Heat up its past tense
These cats got 9 millimeters and mack 10's
Tha reach under from jackets
Seath and tha jack shit
Lil Peanut just thanked him
Ball like Theo Ratliff

[Verse 4: Raw Dizzy]
It don't matter who get hit, I shoot nuns up
Tha life of Dizzy a true story give me 2 thumbs up
I runs up slanted grill wit 2 guns up
Slangin bullets like 2 nun chucks
I simply could flip niggas
Get a grip niggas, don't trip niggas
I dun turned gangstas ta bitch niggas
My name ringin like a dead singer
Tha head banger, givin hatas tha mid finga
[Verse 5: Lil' Wayne]
Ya kno it wouldn't be right wit out tha boy
Let me speak on it...
Keep heat underneath tha seats up in tha jeep
Wit tha feet chrome it no retreat when tha beef on me
I'm to deep in tha streets homie
Put tha trees and tha leaves for me
And tha leaves to relieve on me
No seed just proceed to blow weed and mo weed
So high I dat I got a nose bleed
.4-5 n tha cozy, 4-5 that im toastin
Nuttin but G's up in here and I swear I returned one wit tha most pos wit tha crow team
So I get more cream
Long ride in tha hoes spleen
Got a hoe on tha floor givin me a blow job and its so mean
And if I told you who you'd be so confused
But don't mind gatta whole week
Don't mind I'm a hoe king
One line make a hoe dream
One time make a hoe drink
Get her to tha crib make tha hoe eat
Then make tha bitch fuck tha whole street
Dude rich but he's so street
Fuck a bitch yea I'm O.B
Neva snitched ta tha police
Representin ole peeps
Say shit like whodi
See I'm wit ya
If ya ain't neva seen a G snap picture
Cuz mutha fucker you can believe I'm that nigga
Run from tha dude cuz he will clap quicker than a mutha fucker
He may be a rap nigga but tha boy gutta
17th to tha boy unda gatta think 17th til tha boy unda
And if ya neva knew then now ya that's how I go
That's S.Q.A.D. Up ya
What tha fuck
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I told you we are gunna win
Quote me on that
And one more thing, suck my dick bitchEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Profit[Chorus]
We gettin' money man I'll show you how to turn profit
In the hood they call me Joey the profit
First you cop it
Then you cook it
Then you chop it
What the Fuck boy
Bitch ass niggas
They can't stop us
We turn a Profit
P, P, P, P, Profit the Profit
We make a P, P, P, P, Profit, Profit
Yeah in the hood they call me Joey the profit
If you listen close my niggas you bound to see a profit

I'm New York's living legend
The streets know me well
Stand in the line of fire
It's going to be hell
You dancin' wit the devil
Tonight's your last night
Picture me Lil's Eazy E
Pistol Fahrenheit
LA County got work in Slawson
We get it poppin'
Back to Roxbury in Boston
The streets love me
See they named me coca
The Puerto Rican version of La Costra Nostra
You can find me in the kitchen with me apron on
Something like the chef, yeah I get my Raekwon on
Joey the Mayor
I get Keys to the city
And I got 'em cheap the whole hood could come with me
Nigga
[Chorus]
I'm getting money
I'm the president Junior
And in the hood they call me Weezy the future
And everybody that's around me you'll shoot ya
And nigga my band let 'em blow like twofers yeah
Clap
I got em, I g, g, g, got 'em I got em, yep
Cook I got em, I g, g, g, got 'em I got em, yep
And in the hood they call me Weezy the future
If listen close my nigga you might see the future

Young Wayne in the building
Where your stove at
Cook 'em up Strap 'em down
Where the road at
I'm strapped up plenty bullets
Nigga hold that
Now you step in out in led shower where your robe at
I knock your earth off
Damn where ya globe at
Fuck the coach I keep shooting like Kobe
The money knows me better then anybody
Bitch I'm paid forget about it
I'm sitting in the coupe wit the titties outted
The nipples chrome
Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit
Dippin' on them bitches
Get off dick
You soft pricks
I'm from New Orleans
Homeless but don't forget
The sun even shines on dark shit
And dawg I've been hustlin since the day I was barkin
I walk in this bitch like what it do
The money home
Stop hatin'
Get your money on
Nigga
[Chorus: x2]
This year all star weekend was off the chain
Literally niggas comin' off wit them chains
Put the Desi to his chest
Homey going die tonight
Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon dynamite
Jack boy I been since I'm a toddler
My Dad was sleeping I was running through his pockets
Oh yeah you ready for war then what's stopping you
I hope you know them Bentley doors not chopper proof
And they go Br are-RR Ta Tat
Just like them bullets dancin'
Come up short wit my doe I'm bout to pull a Manson
Take your kids for ransom
Yeah it's Payback Nigga
Next time I front you some birds you better pay Crack
What shit, I don't know nothing
He might be the police coming up with assumptions
All I know is this nigga hear is about to meet god
If you don't bring me some keys or bring me fifty large

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Black Republicans (Extended)[Intro: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana]
*Pfff...*
Now, this is what they've been waiting for
Yeah, yessir
Ya dig?
Ya dig?
Santana!
Weezy F!
Ayy!
Haha!
Ayy, Wayne
What up, man?
What you been working on, nigga?
Oh, you know
I got Curren$y new album
And quietly working on my album, ya dig?
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next album too, nigga
That's what it is!
But dig this
Hmm?
They wanna know what we been working on together
Yeah, yeah
That's that "I Can't Feel My Face Shit," they know that there
Yeah, you know
They know what it is
So if they ever thought the South and the North was gonna collide
That's what they thinking!
Guess what?We already did
Already
Go!
[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
I'm feeling like a Black Republican, naw, I can't call it
More like a Black Democrat runnin' 'em out of office (Get out)
Young Barack-a Obama, I'm all for it
The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen on you
I protect my land like a farmer
Pockets stay chubby like Toccara (Yup), huh
Or should I say fat like the Parkers
Tote big guns like I'm still playing Contra (Ha)
Y'all washed up like money that's laundered (Yeah)
Y'all funny, I'm bonkers
Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a harness
Rock star, I'm flyer than an ostrich (Ha)
And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass
I shall shine forever, never tarnish (Never)
Money buried behind my house like a garden (What?)
All green, my bank account's like a forest
I Can't Feel My Face is gettin' started (Yeah)
And Weezy is my accomplice (Ya dig?)
A black activist like Sonny Carson
Stripes of a sergeant, salute me
And chicks, I get 'em high, higher than turbulences
White Phantom, lookin' so Fergalicious (Haha)
I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims
It's get rich, go to jail, or be a murder victim
Ayy! Now all y'all listen
If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I feel like a Black Republican, tote the MAC in the public
AndAct so southern n' die for my brethren
Money, money-money, like Money Mackin' Publishing
One life to live, never ask for a mulligan
Streets cold but the heat make me feel covenant
Been had cake, you late like Ed Sullivan
Fly like an eagle, but no, I'm not Donovan
Boy, you better go eat some soup with your mama 'nem
And my mind is on another continent
I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit
I don't parking-lot pimp, I just politick
But I get all in her mouth like Polident
New Orleans representer to the inner
Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer
The sun don't shine, and the guns don't sleep
Wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
I feel like a black Republican, drug money comin' in
I'm a volcano filled with lava 'bout to erupt again (Ehh)
I stay with the iron, don’t make me plug it in (Nope)
Stay outta rich kids' business, don’t be butting in (Ahh)
Stay with a chick that's ready to unbutton it
Forget a tongue, she put a lung on it (Ha), ha
My Listerine come out, she start guzzling (Gaaa)
I’m above you dudes, I’m hovering (Ffff)
"Juelz, why you ducking them?" Duckin' who? (Who?)
I’m in the hood like, “What it do?", comfortable
And believe me, it's nothing to...
Send my London boys to English-muffin you (Nope), huh
You poodles barking too much, they bringing muzzles through (Yeah)
You ain't gully, you gullible, man...
They need love, they need hugs
They need church! (Haha) Je-sus!
Could it be 'cause ('Cause) they them (Losers)
And we us (Winners), and we up
This is just a sample, yeah, a free drug (Yeah)
The shipment is in (Yep), we done re'd up
(But) I don’t trust dudes, like a prenup'
They cock-a-roaches, they gotta be bugged (Got to)
I’m balling for real, you gotta D up (Come on)
I don’t hear you boys, speak up (Up)
What are you guys saying?
I have the chauffeur hold the umbrella over my head
When it's not raining
Hahaha
[Outro: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana]
Ya dig?
Ayy!
And we wanna let the world know
This is not a diss song either, people
Uh-uh, uh-uh
We don't diss them, we dismiss them
Ya dig? Haha
Recognize or step aside
Yeah!
Ya dig?
Hahaha
We let the music talk
Drought 3! Hahaha
And by the way
What?
It's Santana
It's Weezy!
I'm back
Yeah
You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards cause you can't face yourself
Assholes
DipSet for life
Cash Money
Cash Money, what up!
Young Money, Skull Gang
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SouthsideSu woo
Bitch I'm from the south, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y'all die, we all ride
And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y'all die, we all ride
Ey pussy nigga you know you ain't from the south
Junior
Catch me in the whip, extra with the clip
Leaning to the right side army guns big chips
Wine candy on the strip
You know how we get it when we coming with the flip
Cus we running with the flip
And the money is a must and hoes we don't trust
Guns in the cut bitch know wassup
20 on the slab, 50 in the jag
Coming through the air hustling on her ass
Ordinary nigga with extraordinary style
Swagger to the ceiling nigga hustling gone wild
Hustling with my child
Blowin' out the pound, come from uptown
Banana clips a hundred rounds, blaaa!
Bitch I'm from the south, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y'all die, we all ride
And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y'all die, we all ride
Ey pussy nigga you know you ain't from the south
Careful with the swanga
Come and true banging
Kill another kurb nigga hustling but ain't hanging
Up on the post where the money do come
Got a spot make a hundred the one that do run
Who back up on the slab in all black paper tags
Ya that be the money and the Louie all cash
Back like I swung through, Hummer and the Benz
Coupe Benz 6 and no roof, Rolls Royce and Gucci shoes
Haha, ya digg, ya understand, Cash Money, Young Money
Been about be big money, get money, bleed money
Flip money, see money, spend big face new hundreds
Bitch I'm from the south, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y'all die, we all ride
And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y'all die, we all ride
Ey pussy nigga you know you ain't from the south
Catch me in the neck of my woods
We all good, we all hood
Got them thangs taped that's when I come through
Nigga got them paper plates money when we fall through
Brand new china k monster with the sun roof
Cherry with the lumber, birds cheap numbers
That's how we do it bitch stuntin' every summer
Born breaded soldier, known high roller
K gave me the game hustling into know ya
Always strapped f*ck if they coming, better be strapped
Bitch a hundred we dumping, blowin' rocking jewels
F*ck it we cool
Nigga out of line so we chopped him out his shoes 100
Bitch I'm from the south, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y'all die, we all ride
And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y'all die, we all ride
Ey pussy nigga you know you ain't from the south
Ya just know it's like you candy paint nigga
We don't play with these pussies
Big money shit, global with it ya know
Yeah bitch, born rich neighborhood superstar
Junior, Young Mula, CMB, yeah baby, army gunzEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Hot Thing[Verse:]
I'm sorry for the wait nigga
I'm tighter than these pussy hoes, I'm chaff, nigga
Pockets full of crumbs, I'm a bread winner
I'm sorry for the wait nigga
I'm aiming at your Beats by Dr. Dre, nigga
I put up some ornaments today, nigga
Cause round here, every day a holiday, nigga
This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
That AK shoot like K do
Had to tell myself, 'Tune just stay tuned'
Swear I got the hardest stroke, my shit break brooms
I been high since 1998, nigga
That's 98 degrees, Nick Lachey, nigga
Hope you know the Feds got Instagram
They liking every photo that you take nigga
I was toting a gun before a switchblade
Cut your head off and put it on display
Boy we find out where you live and then we invade
Boy we do not kill no kids but your bitch dead
Oooh, shawty like the way that you floss out
Till I shoot you in the head, now she grossed out
I'm the boss, you just heard it from the horse mouth
I told a nigga count on me and niggas lost count
This world is only preparation for the next
Money bags under my eyes, money over rest
Tryna get 100 M's out the alphabets
Open up my mouth to smile, oooh treasure chest
Oooh, DJ Stevie J keep the Glock on her
I just bought a new .44 and I'mma proud owner
Belfast and Monroe that was our corner
Fuckin' fast in your ho, oooh Kowa-bunga
Sip some lean, pop a Xan bar
My bougie bitch pussy taste like caviar
Once I fuck a bitch, her pussy is a landmark
I don't know how you like your steak but I'm in rare form
Fuck them bitchass niggas, fuck whoever care for 'em
Momma jumped out a plane, I was airborne
Gold watches, gold chains, watch for Leprechauns
Favorite subject was PE, Pablo Escobar
Kill him when he least expect it at a restaurant
Throw him with the rest of 'em in a reservoir
I'm the renaissance man, peep my repertoire
Excuse my French, but it's menage a trois, au revoir
Oooh, my nina Ross got a bad mouth
Yea, I'm consuming grass like a cash cow
Give a fuck 'bout a police with his badge out
If you ain't got a warrant get up out my damn house
This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
This an all white affair, I brought the yay through
She said Tunechi skate through, and I'mma skate you
I'm aimin' at your grapefruit, blaow, grape juice
Oooh, tell them bitches free dick and blow
Give me head, can't kiss no more
I got free jewelry, car keys, and more
And I just started robbin' like a week ago
Hundred diamonds on my bitch, I don't bling no more
200,000 for a show, you gotta speak to Po
Yeah, got me on my Young Money shit
No Cash Money, just Young Money shit
Woah, got me on my Young Money shit
[Outro:]
My nigga Chaz Ortiz in this bitch with me
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Get It InYeah
Young Money
Ladies and G’s
O
Young Mula Baby
[Omarion]
I don’t got the braids
Lil girl got my grown on
(?)… young money money long long
I be so LA, got my chucks and my Loc’s on
I was MIA in MIA superman on
I know i got it, i know she on it
I know you see it
I know she want it
She got that cali good
And she kinda hood
She got me policing and wishing that a nigga would
Lil mama got her back right
She be skating on it, got a nigga singing flashlight
They be tryin get her but she holding on hella tight
I got that ack rite thats what she like

[Chorus]
I get it
I get it
I get it
I get it
I get it In
Done with the boys, girl she done find a man now
Ain't no competition, she fumble when it hangs down
Imma show her love love even when my fans right
Get in get in to the music baby tell me how my bang sounds
I know i got it
I know she on it
I know you see it
I know she want it
She go that cali good
And she kinda hood
She got me policing and wishing that a nigga would
Lil mama got her back right
She be skating on it, got a nigga singing flashlight
They be tryin get her but she holding on hella tight
I got that ack rite thats what she like
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Uh, fresh out my Bugatti, Polo on my body
I’m jumpin’ in this shit like a pogo on a potty
So she come and talk to me like Casey, JoJo, and Devante
I say hi my name is Weezy and I know you know Omarion
Haha, I get it in like parking spots
And they say money talk, so don’t ask me why I talk a lot
Girl I’ll kiss your softest spot, I’ll buy your apartment out
Actually I just bought a house, I get it in and walk ‘em out
I done got the dreads braided up, hair long long
And I’m with a redbone, that don’t want leave her thong on
It’s too big, it’s too wide, it won't fit
But I get it in
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She TriedFresh pack of Boga Mills
Empty bottle of Azteca
Empty bottles of Nuvo
Only one problem is

Bitch tried to kiss me after head
Fuck wrong with your head?
She tried to kiss me after head
Fuck wrong with your head?
She tried to kiss me after head
Fuck wrong with your head?
She tried to kiss me after head
I kicked her out my bed

Okay, we left the club around 3
Headed back to that room
Yea, it's time for that dome
'Cause we checkin' out 'round noon
She said damn N.O.R.E. so cold
Keep it up, always no doors
Look at that ass, shorty on swol'
We could just go go go go
How bout some back shots?
Do it missionary
Whip out my laptop, pulled out my dictionary
And I got head right off the whip
Then she came out up my lips
I'm like bitch what part is this?
Bitch tried to kiss me after head
Fuck wrong with your head?
She tried to kiss me after head
Fuck wrong with your head?
She tried to kiss me after head
Fuck wrong with your head?
She tried to kiss me after head
I kicked her out my bed

Still gettin' head all in that whip
Without crashing that shit
You see me passing some Crys
You know I'm smashing that bitch now listen
Last night I had a new ho with a Molly on and a Neuvo
She want to leave in my two door
She was on the D you know Cool Moe
Freaks come out at night
I see she 'bout that life
Feed that bitch that pipe
Skeet skeet like more than twice
I'm getting head like once again and she came up out my lips
That's one part I'm just not with bitch tried

Bitch tried to kiss me after head
Fuck wrong with your head?
She tried to kiss me after head
Fuck wrong with your head?
She tried to kiss me after head
Fuck wrong with your head?
She tried to kiss me after head
I kicked her out my bed
I had to tell her, I had to tell her, I had to tell her man
I said baby girl, mamita senorita
We could've did what we did, what we're supposed to do
But after you did what you did, eww

Bitch tried to kiss me after head
Fuck wrong with your head?
She tried to kiss me after head
Fuck wrong with your head?
She tried to kiss me after head
Fuck wrong with your head?
She tried to kiss me after head
I kicked her out my bedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lock And Load - Kurupt[Chorus] 2x
We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun
And they lost, and they lost
Cause we took they shit, now its time to floss
22 year old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette
Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right side
Back pocket jeans fallin, Couple my evisu signed
Yep we do shine, and they gon hate
But they hated Jesus baby we won't break
So we ride like 4 Pirellis
So secured no security, no protectin no comparing
Lok and heavy, Ocean 11
Aviators, both tickers, so figures
No playas, Im Hollygrove to the heart
Hollygrove from the start
Dont cross Earhardt
Boulevard where the ward I come from
17, one shot, never that (blum blum)
Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, Hollygrove stand up Nigga!

[Chorus]
Get em get em Weezy hit em where you kill em easy
Sit em in the river, leave em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin
Im probly drinkin that syrup
Thinkin I won't slip, even though Im leanin like a broke hip
He dont know I got the nina wit the full clip
Thats a somersault back spin full flip for ya?
Push this button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothin i'm just bustin until this scene clean
12 hundred for the jeans stop playin
Hundred dollars for the Glock in my pants
Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I- strap a jet black gat til the deck
Tell the mama to bury me with that, No Bullshittin
My hood getting kinda crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the OG
[Chorus]
Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom
The haters I make em mad em when I wave at em like what up?!
If it ain't about money I keep goin
I tryna get that green, niggas tryna mow my lawn
But Fuck, them boys I got the shottie on my arm
If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
And Duck the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
If this was a movie its time to roll the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the motherfuckin block!
Im a motherfuckin rock!
Hard body eagle street 17 shots
Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop little man drop
This is not for little bitches you man or a fox
Im layin in the drop, thinking of more money
Cash money, young money
Take money, your money

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Help ( Remix )[Lil' Wayne talkin']
SQAD UP
Uh-oh
U bitch u
Whut up
This is sqad up (S-Q-A-D)
First nigga representin'
Young Weezy holla back

[Lil' Wayne]
Every new hour is a new dollar
You keep drinkin' it
We keep makin' it
And we ain't livin' if we ain't takin' it
Trill as fuck
You ain't real if you ain't takin' it
SQAD Up
If you ain't feelin' it then suck a dick
What up ma
If you feelin' us
Then suck a dick
We on some fuck-a-bitch
Get back to ya hustle shit
And I'm like Jadakiss
We gon' make it
If not, shit
We gon' take it
I ride wit the top split
Be all bladed
In a neon 'Cedes
Cd on Baby
BAAABBBYYY!!
Yea.. I holla what up Sqadron
It's Weezy bitch
Get fire hydrants
You see in a Bentley 6
Him gone hard
Fuck inches
So from now on
I be sittin' on yards
You play I leave your fuckin' body sittin' on yards
Young Money, bitch this our Sqad
SQAD UP
[Chorus x 3]
Oh, we fired up
Man we fired up
Man just understand the fam
This SQAD Up

[Lil' Wayne talkin']
Whut the deal dog
Next Sqad Up nigga
J-Gudda, represent

[J-Gudda]
J's turn
Bitch watch the blades turn
Its Park Legend
My money runnin' like Edgeren
Young veteran
Do not start testin'
You see i ain't gone trip
But the Glock start stressin'
And don't watch ya bitch
Shit, when u look up i got ya bitch
And sqad up got me rich
Fo' real
Young Money
We the hottest shit
Fo'real
Yea..now who fuckin' wit SQAD
Itz J-Gudda til i die
I'm fuckin' wit Sqad
Ma'fucka, i'm a ride for nuthin'  but SQAD
Guns up to sky
I'm bustin' for Sqad
And i'm probably still high from puffin' the ly
And i'm probably murder niggas
For servin' figures
I make u back that azz up when i twerk the trigga
Young money
I'm here til' they come for me
Nigga Sqad up dummy
[Chorus x 3]

[Lil' Wayne talkin']
Yea nigga SQAD UP
Third nigga representin'
Young Nut, holla

[Peanut]
P-nut the six shooter
I'm a fool wit that
Wit a upper big rugger
Come and blues ya set
Believe i can get to ya
Blame ya boo for dat
Got niggas hittin' they crew up
Them lil' dudez is back
Whut crew iz that
Sittin' in the coupe wit Fat
Wit uzi's and mac's
Niggas don't know who gone next
We movin' in next
The whole block movin' in stacks
They losin' they sacks
Ya whole block should've been packed
Good wit the mack
Come on, stop pullin' me back
Gimmie da rac
I won't stop, my hood iz Mazant
And Uncle Marcus
Say i'm a walkin target
When it come to bein' gangsta
Shit i walk and talk it
Fedz got me on they walkie talkie
Puttin' charges on me
Actin' up cause i'm small and bony
Call the army
Believe Sqad, a heartless army
We'll have ya ma' lone and moaning
It ain't game
Cause we....
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Mic Check"CAN YOU HEAR ME?"
= A hook to capture your attention
"YOUNG CARTER HOT WATER"
= Young Carter is the producer and he's on fire with them hard beats
"I'M THE NEW WORLD ORDER"
= I'm a sellout who signed with the illuminati for personal gain to brainwash the youth by making them value the wicked & desire the commodities that make my owners rich and greedy
"GO TO WAR LIKE PEARL HARBOR"
= Go to war, demand the supply, buy the weapons we manufacture, and feed us with your blood
"WELCOME YALL 2 THE BARBER SHOP"
= Welcome to the truth
"GET YOUR FUCKEN HEAD CHOPPED"
= I tricked you, now get your fucken head chopped, your soul is mine
"TO HELL IS WHERE I'LL SEND A MAN"
= I am Lucifer, worship me and make your children do the same
"LIKE A BOX OF RED HOTS"
= Hot like fire
"I CALL MY BULLETS PATRON"
= Bullets are fast like the marketing scheme they are pulling on you to buy Patron because your favorite rapper fucks with it
"CUZ THEY SAY HEAD SHOTS"
= some mediocre shit to rhyme with Red Hots
"DANG I GOT ALL THESE ICE ON"
= Ice is slang for diamonds. Check me out, I'm Lil Wayne, I got all these shiny chains and swag. Nigga you ain't gonna get no pussy with that basic swag. You need to buy all this ice, this bling bling. You need it! Say what? You can't afford it? Nigga you broke, if you don't buy all this you ain't shit. Be insecure
"HOW COME MY SLED STOPPED"
= Why did my dream die? I sold my soul
"I'M LIKE AN AVALANCHE"
= I keep falling for their tricks and the weak will fall for mine
"BETTER CALL AN AMBULANCE"
= I fell and you're gonna fall because of me! Run!
"THE POCKETS OF MY PANTZ AND HANDZ"
= Filler words. Wack eccentric word play
"CHEESE NO CAMERA MAN"
= Cheese is another word for money, worship it
"PLZ NO MAN CAN STAND, IN THESE 7 AND A HALFS"
= 7&1/2 is his shoe size, the info is online because shoe companies send him free gear so he can advertise for them. No one else can stand in his shoes because the illuminati only fucks with a few token mc puppets
"I STAND TALLER THAN GIRAFFES"
= Giraffes can see further out, like real hip hop heads can see further out. We understand the rape and opression of Hip Hop. Lil Wayne thinks he's taller because he is the opressor, the illuminati
"SOMEONE GET THAT MAN A RAFT"
= I know some of you stupid little brains already fell for my illusion
"HE'S DROWNING"
= Drown suckers!
"DROWNING IN MY PARAGRAPHS"
= You're such a fuckhead you don't even understand my negative influence on you
"FLY SHIT LIKE A PAROTS ASS"
= Some clever SHIT to end with
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Rep My Hood (E-V mix)Juelz Santana:]
As I Sit Back Relaxed Wit shawty Head In My Lap In The Back
Of The Bentley Gettin Head in The Back(You Know)
And She Don't Gotta Head Full Of Naps So Im Pushin
On Her Head From The Back Gimmie That(Gimmie That) Up And
Down Down And Up Gimmie That Laffy Taffy Came On She
Gave Me Head To The Snaps Like(Doom Doom, Doom Doom Doom)
She Made Me write The Song She Wrong, Yea She bout Action She bout Work
She Suck Dick Like A Vaccum Suck Dirt, I Call Her My Quicker Picker Upper
Cause She Quick To Pick The Nut Up Quicker Than A Nigga Tell Her Pick The Nut Up Ya Dig
Bitch Now Let Me Tell You About That Six Shot Luger That I Keep For You Busters If You Twitch Ill Shoot Ya
Ill Buck Ya, Ill Bang Ya, Ill Move Ya Like A Dead Car Battery Trust Me Ill Boost Ya No Car Cables
Ill Hang You Like A Hanger In The Closet, No Coat On The Hanger, Just Hang ya In The Closet
Boy, I Can Just Leave You Where You Stand Or Just Shoot Ya In The End And Just Meet You Where You Land

[Lil Wayne:]
I Came To Rep My Hood
I Gotta Ride Clean
I Gotta Smoke Good
Im Pullin On Big Fat Cigars Like Suge
I Ain't Gotta Explain What's Already Understood
Baby Im A G Im Trying To Get Full

That Hot Ass 380 Keep me Warm Like Wool
Niggas Talkin Shit I Wish Nigga Would Boy
Smellin Like Shit From A Bull Boy
I Gotta Lot But I Can Never Get Enough
Man Them 26 Inches Got The Low Low Sittin Up yup
Mamma I Can Fix Ya So U Need To Hook It
Rocky Marciano How I Beat The Pussy Up
Nigga You Ain't No Piranha Playin Pussy Gettin Fucked
Hit A Nigga From A Hundered Yards Like (Click)
Shit You Really Ain't Prepared Dog Chopper Split Yo Ass
In Half Not Even Share Ya'll Thats The Game Stop Lookin
For A Fair Call Pussycat Niggas Watch Em Cough Up A Hairball Lookin At Niggas Like
Why You Gotta Stare Dog Choppas Cut Heads Off It Doesnt Cut Hair Off
These Niggas Air Soft Yeah Soft Shell Tacos Mild Sauce Move The Ferrari
Like A Wild Horse Or Ill Get Chofered Like A Mob Boss Yeah Feel My Swagger Nigga Im Softer Than A Night Sword Blade And Dagger Dont Play Wit Me Bastard Dont Play Wit Me Casper
Duct Tape Dont Break The Wrapper Ill Sell It To Em Whole And Theyll Pay Me Faster, yea
Bitch Make Me Rich If Not Make Me Cum Then Make Me Grits Bitch Blow On These Dice Make Me Rich
Then Watch Me Bet My Whole Hand On A Eight Or A Six, A Ten Or A Four, A Five Or Nine Hey Hey Little Rappers Its Survival Time
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Sweet Dreams (Feat. Noedall)[Beyonce:]
Every night I rush to my bed
With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you
When I close my eyes
I'm going' outta my head
Lost in a fairytale
Can you hold my hands and be my guide

Clouds filled with stars cover your skies
And I hope it rains
You're the perfect lullaby
What kinda dream is this

[Chorus:]
You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true
My guilty pleasure I ain't going no where
Baby long as you're here
I'll be floating on air cause you're my
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you

[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, young money right here
Bike here, throw it up, no high chair
Cold like a white bear
Freddie Kruger I'm a rap bitch nightmare
And I'm rich I could buy you
Kill bitches leave ya body in a bayou
More brain than an IQ
More head than a dread
And my bank account ain't hardly empty
So I come through in a Barbie Bentley
But please mamacita, please no envy
When you come around it reads no entry
Who's next to go
My flows so flexible
Get gassed get at me, Texaco
Shoot yourself in the leg, plexico
White jag with the twisted lip
I ain't Mike Jack but This is it!
Born born born everywhere
Your like balloon boy mama you was never there!
I am the kung fu panda
... propaganda
Good for the goose then it's good for the gander
Nicki ain't a rapper, nicki is a brander
Please you can never compare to me
All these bitches is scared of me
I am who they couldn't even dare to be
So that's all folks,..
I go hard pause
Hospital flow get more gauze
I'm a bad bitch on all fours
The president be like it's all yours
Weezy and Nicki bring the A-game, high stats
Go together like Ricky and his eye patch
Go together like a team in the gym
Kareem in the ring, the queen and the king
[Beyonce:]
Tattoo your name across my heart
So it will remain
Not even death can make us part
(No Ceilings)
What kind of dream is this!
You could be a sweet dr...

[Lil Wayne:]
Kush it out, red bone pussy mouth
Eat you up, spit you out
Fuck your girl in your house
I'm terrible be careful
You might want say a prayer or two
So cold I need theraflu
I'm so high I need parachutes
I'm error proof, I'm never spooked
Got my crew, heaven blue
And my flag red as hell, think your sweet as devils food
I never lose
My weapons use
Fuck with me wrong, shit get ugly, Devin Dude
And she's the queen
Two's a couple, three's a scene
Weezy that nigga that you see in your dreams
Get the pussy wet or be the springs, huh, I'm easter clean
Shout to my homegirl Mika Means
Anything we want we redeem
You niggas gassed up '93 supreme
Nicki Minaj is the hardest bitch
More than an artist bitch
She talk a whole lot of shit
And walk around like she President Carters bitch
She be on her Barbie shit
And me I'm on the carter 6
And I can turn crumbs to bricks
And I can turn nuns to tricks
Young mula baby
Fu-fuck your feelings
And this is No Ceilings
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Miami ViceChorus
The worst day on my night
We drank we had fun
Lil wayne shouts
We shinin
Currency shot
Am shoppin for the got them show
Wayne
Am living for the night,with my galfriend
Currency
Am shoppin for got damn show
Wayne
Im shoppin 4 da night
4 da night *4
WAYNE VERSE 1
Am checkin ivp
Rdv
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Where the Cash At (live in Miami)(feat. Currency & Remy Ma)

[Intro]
You Catch My Girl Legs Open Betta Smash That
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At

[Hook]
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At

[Verse 1: Currency]
Bitches Come A Dime A Dozen, I Fuck 'Em Sistas Cuzzins
Its A Revolver Dawg Pussy Go And Pussy Comin
And When It Go To You Its Comin Back To Me Wit Money
I Told Her Put Some Shoes On And Keep My Paper Runnin
I Put My Mack, Downnnn Just Like A G Supposed To
And If She Dont Come Home Wit It Than She Sleepin Over
I Got Her Creepin Over, We Do It Than Its Over
I Like Them A'Maries, You Can Have Them Momma Rostas
Them Niggas Down Below Us, Baby We Up And Over
Im Tryin To Get Inside That Thang That Sit Between Ya Shoulders
Im Talkin Large Totals, Im Talkin Large Motives
Im Talkin Burner Rubber That Melted Pirelli Odor
Im Hoppin Out Unoticed, You Lookin At My Biiitch
You Wanna Holla You Can Holla Take Her On A Trip
But When The Deed'S Done, You Gotta Send Her Back...
[Hook]
...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I Got A Bitch In The Back, Gotta A Hoe In The Front
Got Purp In The Dutch, Got Purp In The Cup
I Tell Her, Get Ya Money Hoe Or Just Stop Breathing
Cuz If It Ain't About That Doe It Ain't About Me Neither
See A Gangsta Like Myself I Get That Paper And Pussy
Than That One I Make That Pussy Bring That Paper Straight To Me
Bitch! You Lookin At A Real Pimp Ask My Old Hoe
And They'Ll Tell Ya No Remote I Control Hoes
Im A Hold On Give You That Game Moma
If Ya Ain't Payin Than You Shouldn'T Be Playin Im Sayin
Broke Niggas Only Make Jokes Nigga
I Make More Than I Can Fit In This Quote Nigga
Unquote Come Sun Soak Wit Me Bitch
Fly Ya Down Here And Put You On Some South Beach Shit
And If You Smile At My Bitch I'Ll Make Her Smile Back...
[Hook]
...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At

[Verse 3: Remy Ma]
See That Otha Chick Ass Fat, She Stuck Where The Cash At
Rem Stuck Where The Paper, Plastic, Product, And Where The Stash At
Where The Keys To The Whip And Crib And Where The Address At
That Bitch That Be Hidin Shit In Her Ass Crack
Niggas Dont Fuckin Call Me Baby Like Im Related To Weezy
Some Of 'Em Call Me R, None Of Them Call Me Easy
I Got Done Fuckin A Man Now This Bird Is Callin Me Screamin
Check The Way, Bicthes I Be Fryin They Be Call Em Breezy
See I Know He Gotta Man But Im Coofey In The Otha One
Cuz He Can't Get Tight, When He Hear I Pipped Anotha One
I Dont Fall In Love With Them, Come And Than Im Done With Them
Most They Get From Me, Is Wet Pussy And Some Bubble Gum
But, This One Dude Had Me Laughin
It Is Just One Thing I Can't Stand Is A Baggy Magnum
Would'Ve Thought Somebody Threw Me A Camera The Way I Caught A Flash Back...
[Hook]
...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At
Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash AtEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Myspace[Chorus: Raw Dizzy]
Work your elbo, let me see you work your elbo
Work your elbo, let me see how you work your elbo
Bitch, give me my space, bitch, give me my space
Bitch, give me my space, bitch, give me my space

[Verse: Raw Dizzy]
You know I'm strapped up, when I come through
Bout twenty deep, lil nigga, make room
Hit the stage up, hala at the DJ
He goin play my shit back to back, like a replay
Got my money right, you already know
I'm in the club, shootin dice up, bettin on the four
Fresh kicks, I pick them up overseas
Five-fifty for a pare, you ain't got enough for these
And I'm feelin shauty, that's a bad bitch
And her ass thick, I wanna smash quick
Take her to the telly, do the grown up
Or in the Chevy, to the levy, to the morning
Shit, I get it poppin, like popcorn
And I done been hot, and you ain't warm
And you can get mad, but this is how we do it
First, you throw your hands up, and get to it

[Chorus: Raw Dizzy]
Work your elbo, let me see you work your elbo
Work your elbo, let me see how you work your elbo
Bitch, give me my space, bitch, give me my space
Bitch, give me my space, bitch, give me my space
[Outro: Raw Dizzy]
I'm Geed up, they already know
But I ain't too gangsta, to swing my elbos
See, I say Dizzy, but I'm a Mack, Maine
We got Curren$y, they call us Young MoneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Monster - Album Version (Edited)[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 Fuckin' 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 Fuckin' 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 niggas 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 fuck up yo equilibrium
I got rhythm yeah I got soul yall
I travel all around the world like a postcard
My flow cold fuck around and get a cold sore
I got this bitch on lock like a closed door
Weezie's real 'dem otha' niggas 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
[Bridge:]
Whip it stretch it and flip it
Reup stretch it and flip it [x3]

[Verse 2:]
Reup, we up in the club we up in the club
Money runnin' like water bitch get up in the tub
Im up in the club she up in the club he up in the club
Now she can't leave so we fuck in the club
Am I lucky or what Playboy Rabbit
And I like big tongues like skateboard fashion
I got more gurls than the Playboy Mansion
I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete Samprace
And a nigga drink like the late Fred Sandford
And a nigga smoke like there is no cancer
And I know this world is so cold and decievin'
But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin'
Yeah, and until that chosen evenin'
I'ma be screamin Apple and Eagle
Yeah that's rite Apple and Eagle
Hollygrove 17 I won't leave you
Nope, and this is just the preview
But I'm already workin on the sequel
Fuck wit' me wrong I'll fuck wit' yo home
Like a letter to the wife sayin' ya husband is gone
Like Muslim Im calm but like Muslim I'll bomb
And beat the track up like a hundred arms
Im funky like underarms
The engineers recordin a thunderstorm
My hunger forms then ring the alarms
The Carter 2 was nice but the third times a charm
[Outro:]
Weezy Fuckin' BabyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I’m Single (Promo Only clean edit)Uh, Camel shorts and bubble Kush
We can talk she'd rather fuss
This and that bout such and such
Damn where is the fucking trust
I'm tired of the hoop and holler'n
I'm bout to take the coupe to collins
Uh, then take a female to the Island
Uh then take her clothes off and do the honors
Yeah now she hearing with them other bitches
Yeah, I told her mind her fucking business
Shit she prolly out chea fucking niggas
I'm fucking her friends now her friends ain't even fucking with her
Damn she text me all day and night
So pissed off she ain't even spelling shit right
I text her back, tell her it's life
Now somebody tell them hoes, I'm single for the night

[Chorus]
Yeah I'm single
Nigga had to cancel that bitch like nino
I ain't trippin on nothin
I'm sipping on somethin
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
And I'm single
Yeah I'm single
And I'm single
Tonight I'm single
And I ain't trippin on nothin
I'm sipping on somethin
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
Tonight
[Verse 2]
Dreads braided to the back
I'm chilling but my swag on full attack
And my girl acting like a brat
So when she call, I don't answer I just write her back
She hate it when I do that shit
And I when get home she go through my shit
She call numbers back to see who that is
Man I hate it when she do that shit
Polo t-shirt, polo draws
Now make me take this polo off
Girl you can get broken off
Yeah I fuck you for an hour then I smoke it off
Swimming trunks and bathing suits
They go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth
Don't wanna fuss, ain't tryna fight
Man somebody tell em hoes I'm single for the night

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Uhh, now she got on her fuck em dress
And I got on my double breast
Uh, and he been fussing all day with her
And I make her feel special like a place kicker
She wanna be weezy f baby sitter
Say she wish she could cut my dick off and take it with her
I say hold on
She say she just playing
Then I falls in that pussy like quick sand
Uh, hot sex and cold wine
She left that nigga hanging like a clothes line
I cut my phones off, both lines
It's bout to get nasty, pork rinds
She came hard both times
We both say we single
And we both lying
We both wrong but it feel right
Put your hands up if you single for the night
Put your hands up if you single
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Like ThisI flirt
She lookin like my future in her skirt
Weezy f baby natural birth
I'm a ride til I die
Like I'm drivin mah hurse
I'm sick an she must be my nurse
I'm a guardian angel like I'm born in a manger
Part of my anger is I'm caught ina tangle
Like we know each other
Roots in the graden of strangers
She make my heart feel tha strangest
But I like it, I love it
I'm tryin to make something of it
She make me feel better than tha best rapper
I'm a need a best man an your best pastorEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Gangsta and Pimps[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen
This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch
I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you brother
And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm
That just burn baby, burn baby, burn
Pop open a malt liquor
Smoke something until your scalp gets killed

[Hook x2]
Gangstas and pimps
Love lobsters and shrimps
Kool-Aid and chicken
Flashy things and women
All I need
Is Remy and weed
Somebody not afraid
To go some for my Escalade
[Lil Wayne]
I'm just pimping
Baby you got a rule for me
Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me
Hey you gotta get high and go low for me
It's Cash Money young money never know money
It's 500 Degreez it's not fool
But it and the dro got me so scummy
And to drum hole a whole hundred
Can I put a whole hundred in your whole tummy
Hehe, man Weezy's a legend
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level that's so terrific
I'm in this bitch hold your pictures
And hold your bitches cuz she gon want a part of me
Cuz she never see the roof of my car with me
And you never see a tooth without a diamond on it
This is game at its finest homie
Peep it
[Hook]
[Baby]
See I was born from a gangsta
Pa gave me a whip
Ran numbers with pimps and I laid down cents
One of a kind Birdman I shine
22's on it?
The bitch ain't mine
I taught her the game ma
I gave it all to her
Weezy Wee my son I give it all to him
[Lil Wayne]
The Birdman junior I'm the son of a stunna
[Baby]
Mannie Fresh
Jazze Phezzy this our summer
500 Degreez got rich off the four
Cadillac slant back cut side elbow
Cadillac smoke dro just me and the ho
Flash from hard times from that coke and dope
Put cars in moms name just to duck white folks
We eat lobster and shrimp
Nigga park that Lambo
I'm a V.I.P. nigga
Pop bottles of Mo
I pray that one day I'll open a better door
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
Ain't no mountain high enough
To me for cuz I keep on buying fi-fi stuff
And the Eastside where we pump
It's my part of New Orleans
Bleed for ya I'm the heart of New Orleans
Hear you're fucking with a gangsta foe
Hope you never close your eyes I'll bang your ho
All she need is some guidance I'll tame your ho
It's big pimping over here man yeah man
If she looking for a daddy see the lil man
Weezy baby, don't fool yourself you need me baby
Easy baby, I'm just trying to keep my bread cheesy baby
Slick when I spit shit right
26-inch got a deep-dish ma
Sweet as mami lips when I'm creeping by
Baby gave me wings just to keep me fly
Weezy I, hell yeah
And I'm rolling with them

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Morror (Edited)[Intro]
With everything happening today
You don't know whether you're coming or going
But you think that you're on your way
Life lined up on the mirror don't blow it

[Verse 1]
Look at me when I'm talking to you
You looking at me but I'm looking through you
I see the blood in your eyes
I see the love in disguise
I see the pain hidden in your pride
I see you're not satisfied
And I don't see nobody else
I see myself, I'm looking at the..

[Hook: Bruno Mars]
Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall, you've been my only friend
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talking to each other again

[Verse 2]
I see the truth in your lies
I see nobody by your side
But I'm with you when you re all alone
And you correct me when I'm looking wrong
I see that guilt beneath the shame
I see your soul through your window pane
I see the scars that remain
I see Wayne, I'm lookin at the..
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Looking at me now I can see my past
Damn I look just like my _______ dad
Light it up, that's smoke and mirrors
I even look good in the broken mirror
I see my mama smile that's a blessing
I see the change, I see the message
And no message coulda been any clearer
So I'm starting with the man in the..

[Interlude]
MJ taught me that
Take 'em to Mars, man

[Hook]

[Outro]
Hey B.P., looks like I did take 'em to Mars this time?

So why are we, talking to each other again...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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The Bandits[Verse 1:Lloyd]
Make way for the rookie of the year
Bout duck-duck-goose off Pimp Juice and Belvedere
See I'm pouring out my liquor for my niggas that ain't here
And any day-to-day shedding tattoo tears
But I'm cool cause Weezy F's with me
Young Money clique Murder Inc family
Raised in the A and I'm born uptown
Cross Martin Luther King
Callio gon' lay it down
Yeah nigga act up whussup
Tell my nigga Tad he better rough them
Your girl open wide like them doors on my trucks
And my niggas bustin' niggas like they don't give a fuck

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
They got the God in the buildin' J.R
Park all of my car in the buildin' no superstar
Nigga I'm harder than the buildin'
The Carter the buildin'
Give quarters to pilgrims; Thanksgiving
I ain't giving no slack, bitch I'm black
And the President ain't never been that
Shit I'm ridin' with Lloyd
He lookin' for a freak-azoid
I'm like 'Hey, hook a nigga up with Ashanti'
I make her cook a chicken up and all my guns she hold 'em she blow my dice 'fore I roll 'em
Daddy need some new shoes, the Caddy need some new shoes
I'm thinkin' bout them 2-2's them 26's too cool I do those
I'm too cold shit I spit frostbite
Nigga I'm too raw I spit off-white
I get off white at 8AM I get off it by 8PM it's been a hard night
It's a hard knock life my lil nigga J still double-up twice
My lil nigga Marl still livin' on the block
With a nigga that he beefin' with but he still eatin' shit pleasantly
It's whatever B, we ain't on no scary shit
You goin' down I'm obliged on some Mary shit
I get bread like the Dairy bitch
I chop you up like the Deli bitch
I'm at the supermarket
I'm on isle 17 that's Hollygrove
Apple & Eagle street tell 'em holla, hoe
I put the sizzurp down then I swallow mo'
I take a hit of the dutch...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Like It (feat. Boo & Mack Maine)I Sit Here Lonely For Days
Everyday At My Window
My Living Room Window
Thinkin About U
I Watched The Kids As They Play
What Happened 2 The Nitendo
Where The Game Go
No Time For Video Games
No Time For Sega
O No
Yea I'm In Space
I Don't Kno If It Is This Girl Face How She Taste
But I Like It
Good God
I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno What I Got Myself Into
Good God
I Don't Kno, I Don't, I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno What I Got Myself Into!
But I Like It!
Ooo I Like It
When U Doin It
How I Like It
So Keep Doin It
How I Like It
Cause I Like It
Ooo I Like It
Alright
(Verse: Little Brother (Lil Wayne))
I Like Sex In The Mornin
I Like Sex At Night
(Sex At Night!)
I Like Sex On The Weekends
Is That Alright?
(Is That Alright? !)
Alright, Alright, All Night Alright?
Come On I Got (? )
Took Off The Dress But Kept On The Heels
(Yah!)
Damn Baby U So Exotic
(Exotic)
Holler My Name Out When I'm Inside It
(Little Boo)
No Shame I Ate Her Products
Lil Wayne-Little Boo)
Took Her To New Born And Came Out Snottin
To Dips A Dip N Now We Ridin
Head To The Set Took Her To The Shower
Back To The Set Back To The Bed
It's 3:45 Now I'm Gettin Some Head

(Lil Wayne:)
Good God!
I Get Cold
I Get Goostbumps
N I Head In The Door
That's Similar To Her Name
(That's Similar To Her Name!)
I'm So Cold With My Hair All Alone
I'm So High, I'm Nearly Tamed To Die
She Told Me Her Name Is Crazy
And I Said Hi They Call Me Insane
Then She Say Crazy And Insane Is So High Up In The Tree
She Like F.U.C
She Like I.N.G

I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno What I Will Do
(I Don't Kno What I Will Do)
I Guess I
I Guess I
Have Decided Lord Help Me Wait On You

Yea Ooooo
I Think I Like You
(I Think I Like You)
If U Was A Porn I Will Decite U
{Lil Wayne-Decite U! }
The Bed Could Be Our Ring I Wanna Fight You
(Fight You!)
Put My Key In Your Ignition (Let Me) Ignite You
(Errrrrrrrrrrrr)
The Cops Keep Commin, The Cops Keep Commin
To My Front Door Like I'm Tryna Do Somethin
They Don't Understand That I'm Involved With A Woman
N That I Love To Make Noise When She Feel It In The Stomach
(Yaaaaaahhhh!)
Um, I'm a Have To Talk To The Neighbors
Matter O Fact Let Me Take A Walk By The Neighbors
I Don't Kno What's The Hell Wrong With The Neighbors
And What The Expect When A Animal Is {? )
Knock On The Door Like Chicky Chicky Check It
Life Is A Porn You Don't Ricky Ricky Reck It
(A Porn You Don't Ricky Ricky Reck It)
Yawl Called The Cops And Recorded A Message
When I'm Just Tryna Kill A Problem Called Erection
Head In The Coupe Call It Sex On Weels
I'm a Big Dood I Treat Sex Like Meals
She Ride Me For Breakfast
A Long Time For Luch And
Behind Is For Dinner
For Dessert She Say Yum
(Lil Wayne:)
I Sit Here Lonely For Daaaays!
Everyday
Everyday!
In My Livingroom Windooow! (Ha Ha)
I Watched The Kids As They Plaaaaay!
What Happen To Niteeeennnddoooo!
No Time For Video Gaaames!
(No Time For Video)
No Time For
No Time For Seeeeggggaaa
I Don't Kno, I Don't Knoi, Iii Doont Knooo, I Don't Kno What I Got Myself Into
But I Like, But I Like It, I Like It!
Yah!
If She Leave I Don't Kno What I'll Do
(I Don't Kno What I'll Do)
O Hey I Do Kno
I'll Go To Hit The Door!
And I'm a Wait On You!

Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea
I Like It
Say What?
I Like It
Say What?
Say What?
Yeeaahh Baby
She Likes It
She Likes It
She Likes It

I'm a R.O.C.K.S.T.Ar
Young Mulababy
She Likes It
And She Likes It!
Cause I Do Me
How She Like It
I'm a Do Me
How She Like It
She Kno I Do Meeee!
How She Like It
I'm a Make A Movie
I'm a Make A Movie
I'm a Make A Movie
I'm a Make A Long
I'm a Make A Looong Movie
I'm a Make A Movie
I'm a Make A Movie
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Streets RaisedYoung money cash money till I'm killed nigga
Bet my funeral be over packed with real niggas
Started on a black top with a few pieces of crack rock
Now it's just him pumpin his motherfuckin black rock
Earn my stripes like a motherfuckin black sock
Now it's like we hit the motherfuckin jackpot
Hurricane catrina is the motherfuckin back drop
Man you know them niggas got that motherfucker backhot
I'm tryna see how to get that new book, rock black drop
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My Name is Wizzle[Intro]
My name is Wizzle!
Wizzle F.!
Wizzle F. Baby!
Ahhhh!
And Lojack, what’s good? Ayy— Ayy, Jack?
These niggas don’t know money, man
Not like us, dawg! Uh-uh
I bet my girlfriend wheels to your deal, fucker
What’s really good, man?
I put my chain next to ya house
And I bet I leave out wit ya spouse
It’s that easy! This is Weezy, boy!
Learn the lesson! Let’s go, ah!

[Verse 1]
I hustle every day with the caine and the plastic
Concealed in my pocket so I don’t wet the product
Come short and you don’t get the product
Come in ya homie place, come to collect the product
Niggas respect the Carter
Yeah, or niggas put Tecs to mama
Yeah, you stand next to mama, I put holes in ya mama
You’ll die by her, you was close to your mama
Niggas sleeping on war in ya smoking pajamas
Not the one in Iraq, prick, watch ya back
I pop one and fall back, then watch ya act…
Like a bitch, when ya bitch see ya shit crack, bitch, I…
Pitch shit where you live at, bitch, I…
Bang the 9, sidearm, die calm, bitches
Roll the dice under, all night, water, fishes
Every day, Weezy F. is a gangsta, yeah!
[Chorus]
Ayy, every day of the week, every week in the month (Yeah!)
Every month in the year, I’m a everyday gangsta! (Yeah!)
Straight everyday gangsta (Yeah!)
Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta (Well let’s go!)
Every day of the week, every week in the month (Yeah!)
Every month in the year, I’m a everyday gangsta! (Yeah!)
Straight everyday gangsta (Yeah!)
Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta (Well let’s go!)

[Verse 2]
Ah! Bold like a Titan, made on the block
Groups slither like a python, replace all stocks
Stash work in my Nikes, blade in my socks
Flash work; “Got a license?” Bitchmade cop
This bitchmade bullshit gotta stop!
Trade in ya Glocks, AKs turn a nigga to a pagan
Chop! Flames burn a nigga ’til a place
Get mopped! Hot! Walk up and get dropped
My nigga boy up in this bitch
I bring the toy up and just spit
I bang the boy up and just split
I beat the boy up with just fists
I eat the boy up and just shit, what’s really good?
I smoke brocc’ all day and bust millis, good
Yeah, really, I rush any hood
Bear witness, and I bet you getting frightened, ain’t ya?
This is everyday shit and I’m a everyday gangsta
Weezy!
[Chorus]
Ayy, every day of the week, every week in the month (Yeah!)
Every month in the year, I’m a everyday gangsta! (Yeah!)
Straight everyday gangsta (Yeah!)
Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta (Here we go!)
Every day of the week, every week in the month (Yeah!)
Every month in the year, I’m a everyday gangsta! (Yeah!)
Straight everyday gangsta (Yeah!)
Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta

[Verse 3]
Aim at your hairline and shoot you in your face
Got a Uzi on my backside, [?] at my waist
I got money in my spare time and new [?] every day
Make a pussy separate when the pistol levitate
Oh! Better days [?] that’s what they say
But you ain’t never safe, you could die today
So my niggas they crack the safe and divide the Ks
And we all buy rides with bass and ride by ya place
Three in the morning, awake your mama
Come outside, BOP! You gotta “wake” ya mama, damn
Carry her body in grateful honor
As soon as you put her down, BOP! Lay with ya mama
Man, I was fifteen with a baby mama
Few grams and like eighty thousand, I promise
[?] they were, say word, amen
Staring out my Bentley in Ray-Bans, every day
[Chorus]
Ayy, every day of the week, every week in the month (Yeah!)
Every month in the year, I’m a everyday gangsta! (Yeah!)
Straight everyday gangsta (Yeah!)
Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta (Well here we go!)
Every day of the week, every week in the month (Yeah!)
Every month in the year, I’m a everyday gangsta! (Yeah!)
Straight everyday gangsta (Yeah!)
Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta (Well let’s go!)

[Outro]
Yeah! It’s young Weezy F., man
I’m a everyday gangsta, man
I do this shit daily like [?]
Holla at ya boy
What’s really good? What’s really hood?
It’s Weezy F., I do what you wish you could
Yuh! Tell ya bitch, hollerEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Why Stop NowEvery single time I get up in the building
Then I touch it, and I get it poppin'
You can never stop it
And how long it got 'em hung in
And they're wonderin'
On how my nigga does it
When I'm blackin' every hood and every street and then I flood it
Makin' every dj wanna bring it back and they robbin
Makin other niggas starve n ain't no food up in the cupboard
See the way I got 'em spittin'
Now I gotta nigga runnin
From the way that I be gettin' on the beat and I'll be
Dumbin' (i'll be dumbin')

Lemme gibble in
And a dabble with the flow
Lemme show you niggas
How I really mix it up
Im a slow it down a little
Naw think ya betta meta flip it up
(kill 'em!)
Switch it up
I'll probly pitch it up
Dont wanna see ya
Bottles in ya hands
Nigga get it up (ho!)
Throw my money all around
Until it hit the ground
I'ma makes shorty work before she pick it up (whoo!)
You know the shit was kinda dead '
Fore I had to
Step up all up in the spot
And really lift it up (damn!)
And soon I busta nigga head in
And then I throw a little coke up shoot until they sniff it up
And see they know'
When I come
I hit it up
I kill it '
Til a nigga 'body get the stiffin' up
Ya need to betta know
That I can do anything that I want
Niggas already be knowin'
I'm a give it up!
All right, I'm a let you niggas calm down for a minute and get your shit together!
Here's what I need y'all to do!
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Let's go!

Ok, come around
See me put it down just a little bit
Ball and I'm heavy
Y'all already know exactly what to do
Somebody better get the crown when the nigga spit hurry!
Make sure you polish it a little 'fore you bring it to me
While I get it down with another hit (you're ready)
And you ain't even gotta ask
When you already know another bang is what you gonna get!
Yeah! better bounce when a nigga say so its like magic
When the nigga spit pressed out
And if you're really with me, and you're ready, let's go!
Rhyme with a nigga
Like we're on a metro
Y'all already know
I kill anyone
Anywhere, anything
From the very intro
And I beat the most
Everything
And you shoulda
Knew that form the very get go!
Just watch 'em close
See how they bug
On how the god delivers
Now we're blacking in this bitch
Until the police come and get us!
Watch so you could see! (the conglomorate)
Who fucking with us?
I could shit and fart all on the beat and kill a couple niggers! oh, oh!

Everybody know what the fuck it is -true!
And then I think I'm a beat
Them in the heads
Niggers know I do it till I split a couple of wigs
And you know that when I got him
And I hit him from the bottom
You don't want a nigga really though!
And I'll be doing anything that I want
It don't matter where we're at, I'm a let it go!

Yeah! we can do anything
Walk into anywhere and buy anything!
I'll be chilling, I don't worry about anything
Why stop now? I could have everything!
Yeah! I could have everything!
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Girl Don’t Do That[Intro: Lil Wayne &Khao]
Young mulah, baby
It's Khao
Let's get it popping like

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Girl, don't you do that
Pop it, don't shoot that
Made it out, dispute that
Sixty, Wheezy, you that

[Verse 1: Khao]
Ayy, ayy, lord have mercy
Look at that shawtie over there, she look realist
Who got more ass than these niggas could deal with
How on Earth do the jeans conceal that?
I gotta get a clearer view, she working in the mirror boo
Drop it to the floor, shake that body like Shakira do
Other women copy, I knew 'em 'cause you imitate them
Try to get a player right, jiggle with that cellulite
Shortie look surprised because I'm part of the who's who
Or maybe wanna choose you, a kinda girl I'm used to
Face like Nia Long, skin Tov Lo, yeah
Body like the 'licious, money like Oprah
Sammy LJ take me to your home now
Knock me up when we alone, make my black slave known
What really turned me on was a well known fact
That she only worked that nine to to, Khao on the track
Ayy
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Girl, don't you do that
Pop it, don't shoot that (Yeah, yeah)
Made it out, dispute that (Dispute that)
Sixty, Wheezy made you that
Girl, don't you do that
Pop it, don't shoot that (Yeah, yeah)
Made it out, dispute that (Dispute that)
Sixty, Wheezy made you that

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
How about we tell you 'bout love
Shake it like it off
Turn around, back it up, now catch 'em all
Catch 'em all, now catch 'em all
Just pick your ass up, drop it, make that ass low

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Little nigga but in that pussy, I stand tall
And tell your man I beat up niggas like park ball
You seen the color purple (Yeah) and we don't smoke that green
We smoke the color purple (Yeah), the color purple

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Girl, don't you do that
Pop it, don't shoot that (Yeah, yeah)
Made it out, dispute that (Dispute that)
Sixty, Wheezy made you that
Girl, don't you do that
Pop it, don't shoot that (Yeah, yeah)
Made it out, dispute that (Dispute that)
Sixty, Wheezy made you that
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
How about we tell you 'bout love
Shake it like it off
Turn around, back it up, now catch 'em all
Catch 'em all, now catch 'em all
Just pick your ass up, drop it, make that ass low

[Verse 3: Khao]
I'm a pimp up on the drive by
Pimp it to my spine
And let me introduce you to some bitches that I got
I got to hold a lot of hustle
She kind of love fucking, she don't use the pussy muscle
Make your body do the shuffle
Got a bitch named Jaz, she let my Stacy dash
She be raking in the cash, take it in the ass
Janet and Janine, now take it in the jaw
Nobody like to fuck 'em 'cause they like to take the balls
And it's blowjob Kate, her head game's great
Her tongue run on me, like the bitch vibrate
And they all have in common, it's a well known fact
But they only pop they pussy to a Khao track

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Girl, don't you do that
Pop it, don't shoot that (Yeah, yeah)
Made it out, dispute that (Dispute that)
Sixty, Wheezy made you that
Girl, don't you do that
Pop it, don't shoot that (Yeah, yeah)
Made it out, dispute that (Dispute that)
Sixty, Wheezy made you that
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
How about we tell you 'bout love
Shake it like it off
Turn around, back it up, now catch 'em all
Catch 'em all, now catch 'em all
Just pick your ass up, drop it, make that ass lowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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New Orleans MagicThis is the archetypal rock sound
Okay this really ain't no rock shit but um, hmh ahh let go
Hollygrove monsta, New Orleans maniac, shoot a nigga up until his whole body ain't attached
Hi, my name is best rapper alive
And your mouth is the best crapper alive
Cause you talk shit I get hit and walk it off like f*ck dat
Then I just spit like barkin' dogs call it buzz back
Attitude like f*ck 'em all
And I'm greasy and your boyfriend is a butterball
Was geezy, I mean what's good bitch is you blind
Check my watch bet it be money all the time
Sunny on the side where I stay at
Where M.I.A. at, I get pussy everytime I say dat
In the game room I don't play dat
Bitch nigga get laid down where he lay at
AK at ya front door, Young Zoe
You can ask Brisco shoot 'til my wrist sore
Coupe with a bitch low
Who but you slick po'
I'm tired of the south so ya mouth where the dick go
O.k., they like when I say dat huh?
And your boyfriend's a tampon
And I don't own land baby I own a land mine
So step on my land and catch a bomb like Anne Klein
Weezy F. ans the F is for franchise
You lookin' at me is like you lookin' through ant eyes
Young money can't die, bitch we like Hancock
Yeah I'm a martian what you sayin' Spock?
I turn yo beef into a hamhock
Then I put it in a pan pie
Shoot 'til my hand hot
I can't hear you sayin stop
I hear Nina sayin' pop
I hear Choppa' sayin' chop
I hear niggas screamin' and shit like I say holla at ya boy bitch
But holla at ya boy bitch
I'm the boy bitch
Not ya boy bitch
Cause ya boy a bitch
Yeah
Young Moolah crazy!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lift It UpLil Wayne:
Good afternoon call me young tune im DOPA you all
In one spoon New Orleans law layer USA tax payer
Rapper slash rocker jazzy like a jazz player but im
Ask player you can ask players I don’t got stacks
I got layers I out-layers get your scale up married to
The game pick the bill up and kiss the game goodbye
Yall dry im Mr. Potato head to you small fries (yeah) you
Can check my archives and they nickname my swagger
Sharp knives (uhuh) first name my thoughts wise last
Name carters to rappers im jaws 5 last name carter
To rappers im saw 5. Young Mula Baby1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lets ChillLets Chill....Like Zero Below
Had to introduce her to my hero below
Not a waste of time says my Frank Muller
And we could swim around
And just drown in the cooler
Baby we could chill like
Ice im the jeweler
Wrap around your ass like a bracelet or a hula...
Hoop!
The group...is Young Mula
But theres another subject

See right now im tryna budge into your situation, girl im like a mental patient
Lookin for an invitation
To your destination
Girl i like your presentation
And i like your dedication
I ain't talkin admiration
Girl im talking mezmoration!!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Nightmares of the Bottom (My Version)Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em
But who am I to talk? I ain't shittin' roses
We in the same picture but we all got different poses
Now I'm looking in my rear view, I see the world in it
I try to slow down, and I get rear ended
Pause! Like a red light, I'm dead right!
Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?
They say "you don't know what you're doing till you stop doing it"
Well call me clueless cause I do this
Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting star
Life is a course and I'm a shoot for Par
I'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow
And I put that shit right back man I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money CMR, blood like a scar
Weezy F baby and the F ain't for "Flaw"

(Uh)
(Uh)
(Yup, yup, yup, yup)

It's like I have it all
But I don't have to worry
Married to the money, a true love story
Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury
Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security
Back to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me
If I knew I was going to jail I would have fucked my attorney
If you sleeping on me nigga, than I hope you toss and turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will confirm it, yeah
Now what we doing with it
Keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it
I know my shit already tight so I ain't screwing with it
Some say this game is a joke well I hope they get it
OK, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point
Yeah the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser
And don't call me sir, call me survivor
(Uh)
(Yeah)
(Uh)
(And they go yup, yup, yup, yup)
(Uh)

Call me killer 'cause I make a killing
I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon
That's them twin Glocks, you can call 'em siblings
And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribbling
I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails
These bitches think they fly like Tinkerbell
But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell
I let 'em be, 'cause you know how that stinger feel
Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
And I fuck up any track; train derail
Know how to roll, never need training wheels
And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
Uh, all or nothing, or nothing else
I bleed reality, I should cut myself
Just had a bowl of riches and a cup of wealth
And the "F" is for fuck yourself

(Uh)
(Yeah)
And I ain't doing nothin' but getting my share
Breathin' this air
And Mack's mom told me she gonna keep me in her prayers
So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay aware
And if you wanna trip than I'm a meet ya there
To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair
Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer
I'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear
Weezy F baby and the F ain't for fear

(Uh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Want This ForeverDrake:
It may not mean nothin to yall
But understand nothin was done for me
So i dont plan of stoppin at all
I want this shit forever mayne
Im shuttin shit down in the mall
And tell every girl she the one for me
And i ain't even plannin to call
I want this shit forever mayne
(Lil Wayne)
Shit, nigga, this what i does
I swear i ain't lyin like this is my cubs
This is my tub
And im dirtier then the summer bitch
Weezy F. baby always lookin like i done some shit
You ain't know nuttin bitch
Better know who you fuckin with
Try to fuck me, i kill you and who you comin with
No homo, T I had to go stupid
Im on them high heels and i am no Boots
Collins avenue ridin with the phantom roof gone
Or the maybach two tone and my rims are to grown
That mean they 24's boy, what are you on?
Im richer then a bitch without the grey pupon
Yea, im talkin out of my head
I make a blue-eyed bitch just admire my red
Ima blood muthafucka a blood muthafucka
Forever like E-T-C peri-od muthafucka
Drake:
It may not mean nothin to yall
But understand nothin was done for me
So i dont plan on stoppin at all
I want this shit forever mayne
Im shuttin shit down in the mall
And tellin every girl she the one for me
And i ain't even plannin to call
I want this shit forever mayne
(Drake)
Look i tell her
I'm so unsigged, it would blow ones mind
Cuz to every single record i am so unkind
There are no holds barred there is no love lost
Nigga this that crack and you know drugs cost
So P-A-Y-U-P, i dont think you'll ever find another nigga like me
Neva L-I-E, i got everything i tell them i got
This young nigga showboat like im sellin a yacht
Ya heard me
Who else tryna smoke? yea nigga me too
Cuz take my mind off the presure is what weed do
Ya girl wetter then the bottom of a ski-doo
And take a bitch from any nigga its what we do
So bite down hoe and get the right dentist
I told wayne im goin in like a life sentence
And understand i send shots of who its meant for
Never had a mentor, copy that: 10-4
Drake:
It may not mean nothin to yall
But understand nothin was done for me
So i dont plan on stopping at all
I want this shit forever mayne
Im shuttin shit down in the mall
And tellin every girl she the one for me
And i ain't even plannin to call
I want this shit forever mayne
(Kid-Kid):
Put on my O-J gloves and go kill this shit
Make a plummer throw his plunger like "i can't deal with this shit"
The sound throwed off i stay on pitch
The flow ain't formed, well I dont slack on shit
Bitch im back on my shit like a fly
Since you wan' be fly throw you off the roof, fly
Like pookie, take a dookie on the rapper loose leaf throw
Andthrow trash bag through the window lookie
To a shark you just sushi
You ain't hard ya coohie walle oochie
Soft as newborn booty
Uhn said im movin slow im just thinkin fast
Look back I ain't behind ya, im bout to lap ya ass
And nigga I dont rest, im up until my times up
I been a tec' chef for all my beef prime cut
This ain't punch lines, nigga ya punch is lime (lame)
Cuz the only punch you ever gave was Hawaiian
Drake:
It may not mean nothin to yall
But understand nothin was done for me
So i dont plan of stoppin at all
I want this shit forever mayne
Im shuttin shit down in the mall
And tell every girl she the one for me
And i ain't even plannin to call
I want this shit forever mayneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Big Tigger Live on The Radio[Big Tigger]
- A u lockdown ta the south to W.B.I.T.C.H were the w stands fo wah! hit us at 180-nobitch wut happenin'
[Caller]
- Hello
[Big Tigger]
-Yo
[Caller]
- Yeah man check this shit out I went to the concert last night you know the after party and the niggas put on rashed's shit
[Big Tigger]
- Roc master rashed?
[Caller]
Yeah you know wut I mean ain't nobody move noboby did shit but when they put Wayne's shit on everybody you know tvs fell down mutha fuckin' helicopters come from the fuckin' sky twirlin an shit niggas throwin' money every goddamn were but you know rashed mandat nigga you know put countryness in rappin' he want ta save the whales dosomethin from the fuckin' earth
[Big Tigger]
- Yeah he ain't bringin' that heat like 500 degreezdats wut we got right heh wit lil wayne and cash money caller 2 get up out ah hehEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Dynamic(uh um) Mr. D Carter, from out the deep water, thank the lord for my voice, the beat and the re-carter, now pick an alphabet, and You're Z'en While im up trying to be the best MC'en. Now let me in.. I got my Key in.. And with them alphabets I never use p-e-n
But I got a lot of paper, but a lot ain't enough so I got an occupation, gotta bring the evil straight to the kitchen table, homey if you're girl pregnant you should kiss her navel, cause you prolly won't live to see the mother fucking cradle, you're past left a scar and the futures looking fatal. You can't be sorry, you gotta be a savior, gotta be the bread winner so go rob the break maker. When they put you're homey to sleep, it gotta be a wake up, you move in the hood then you gotta meet the neighbors (thank you)

I holla bitch get off me, bitch get off me.. I'm the little ass nigga known as big homey, the killers is ballin, the niggas is targets, the snitches is talking, but this is New Orleans. I love what I got I'm just living the moment, I ain't dying just yet, I take a shit in the coffin. I Already know how to piss in the toilet, im trying to get the pot to piss in the morning. I never fall back I'd rather go forward, and when I come through you better duck like Howard. Because I got power, just like a forward, I come through the lane and straight dunk like stottle..myre.. M-I-re reminds me of I'uh, hes a Phoenix sun and I am fire, Disrespect me and I spit fire to neck and back like you are Kaya2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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U Dig[Lil'Wayne talking]
Yea..biatch..who the fuck..how the fuck
You really wanna know the sqad

[Verse 1]
Me, I snort the dro'
And Baby supply the extra arms
And charges don't stick the dudes
We cutt'em of
We see Weezy everyday
Were the fuck did he go to
Cause if we don't know u
The nina blow u
And..Supa'll show u how to bag up shit
And Young Yo'll show u quick, how to back ya bitch
And T.Redd'll teach u right how to mash on the gas
And if u sight, he'll mash on ya ass
And J too
But Snipes, he lose on ya fast, like young cash
Like,he blew the mash on gas
Sqad 7, we ball heavy
We all in till we all dead
We stay fed of cheese and bread
And we never fuck wit hoes that never gave head
We like shaved pussy
We don't save pussy
We students of the game
And we never play rookie
U hata's
????
[Chorus]
S-Q-A-D U-P
Lil' Weezy
S-Q-A-D, you see
Weezy
S-Q-A-D U-P
Lil' Weezy

[Verse 2]
I get money like i get pussy
I get pussy like i get headaches
And migranes run in my family
And u might not be a crackhead
But theres one in ya family
I just broke a bricker off
Some theres some in ya family
Me and Benjamin so tight
We becomin' a family
And the Benz i'm in so tight
Ya wife comin' to jam me
And the rims i ride right
Drop the shit on choppaz
Or the old skool chrome riderz
We seein' Weezy Wee
Come thru on broaders
I'm send a single to bottle
Just like u know i'm a rider
Now followin' me to the of my squalla
I swalla to the end of my bottle
My nigga sam
The only friend is my dolla
Bumpin' head in a raspberry Bentley
Cuttin' up
U would think itz a weddin' how the rims is buttoned up
And itz Weezy ya bitch, i be thuggin' in public
S-Q-A-D double or nuthin'
[Chorus]
S-Q-A-D U-P
Lil' Weezy
S-Q-A-D, you see
Weezy
S-Q-A-D U-P
Lil' Weezy

[Verse 3]
I bang a coward if he lookin' like he fuckin' wit Weezy
Leave a nigga like..
He fucked wit Weezy
Young Wayne m
Ride around in a plain M
First lane, cross lane, flame him
Itz where the game end
I twist a nigga up so bad
See his body at the funeral
They say it ain't him
Bitch niggas surround me
It can get uglier than India Arie
When i'm spittin' the tommy
And no matter what this rap do
I'm gettin' the money
I can quit and get off a whole brick in mornin'
I can spit and get off a whole cook and devour
And shift and make lift off the whole of top of the 'Rari
I can spit like a mack 90
Either way i can send big azz blades to ya zig zag braids
Niggas get right or get laid
Young, fuck it
I swear man u won't love it
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Rap City Freestyle 2001(Mack 10 declines to freestyle, “homie we don’t get in the slam dunk contest no mo, you know how that go dog!”)

(Birdman intros Wayne)

(Lil Wayne)
Okay..Listen…
Homie i go hard
Push a whip with no hair on his head
So all I’m feeling is air on my head
With some broad that you might know
She blowin all the air out my head
If you clear I’ll knock a square out your head
Sip the crissy clear out my head
Try to get my loot up
In Cuba with a translator, get the coke newer
Plus the prices is cooler
I come back to the hood with that dirty
Tell em im like Tiger Woods, all i got is birdies
Got women’s in they 30’s calling Weezy papa
But Weezy not daddy ma
Cus Weezy in and out chea
Weezy never spouse ya
Weezy give shhh bout’ cha
Weezy don’t master suite, Weezy living room couch ya
How bout you be a good girl, take these pies I just cooked up
Take me to those tiger paws on your thighs
Get’s high til I can’t focus, but the main focus is to remain focus, they ain't’ focused…holla back
(Birdman talking…)

(Lil Wayne)
I come up from a shh deep town
Where you hear sounds like click, squeak, pow!
Get down or your dying
People tote iron got that coke flying like birds-not the ones with feathers, I’m talking weight like birds and you might get served if it’s proper enough or find your nerves on a curve if you’re a copper or something or a baller blocker or something, I’ll send your noggin a hundred, have the whole block sprint, dashing, jogging and running
Type of life I live, Gotti would love it
Squad property buddy, some young cats with a Mafia budget
Can’t nobody put nobody above it
If they do they find they body with they body above it, come on let’s take it public
Nah leave it in the gutter
Aye lets go and dump him
Nah leave him in the gutter

(Birdman talks again…)

(Cadillac)
Check me…
Now I got this game on lock with pounds and chickens
Give me 600 an ounce and 10 for the pigeons
I flood my community, i love this shhh
I think the FEDs done been in my house and bugged the shhh
Now I’m running everything from the hall in the blizzock
And im riding in the vol with my dog with no tizzop
Got a 40 in the arm rest and in the lap is the glizzock
I done copped a little platinum and i blessed it with rizzocks
The way a nigga live is unbelievable and im riding round' in something you'd never seen before better watch your baby mama before i ceased it yo!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fuck Me In The Moshpit[Intro]
Dude, you should like totally rock out with your cock out

[Verse 1]
Alright now A, I do this and I do it every day, uh huh
Now B, your boyfriend he ain't badder than me
I'm talking C, the baddest that you ever did C, uh huh
Now D, E, F and I'm a motherfucking G
Ok now 1, I'm hotter then the motherfucking sun
Ok now 2, so that would make me hotter then you
I'm talking 3, the baddest that you ever did C
I'm on the D, E, F I'm A motherfucking G (Screams)
I rock out with my cock out
She wanna fuck me in the mosh pit!
Uh, uh, uh, Yeah!

[Verse 2]
Ohhh
Alright now A, uh tell me girl the logic
A and B, Baby you beautiful but, but, but
C I C, c, c, c, can't C you and me
But you say I'm the one, ass fucking we are more fun
Now say 2, yeah two of you and 1 of me
Makes 3, dazed motherfucker fucker fucking G and motherfucker, I'm a motherfucking G, Yeah
And I rock out with my cock out
She wanna fuck me in the mosh pit!
Yeah, oh yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, ohh, ohh
[Verse 3]
Girl wanna fuck in the middle of the dance floor
Call me Mr. I will leave her ass sore
People see us like we fucking through a glass door
Like they beneath us like we fucking on a glass floor
Im telling you we fucked her shit hysterical
You just make her sick and Weezy be her Theraflu
Baby I just B like the letter do
And if you want it deep then baby I'mma shovel you
Cinderella you, you deserve a gold bronze and a silver medal too
Your incredible, she says I'm edible
I said you're very cool, she said very cool? I said very fucking cool haha
She wanna fuck me in the mosh pit!

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Startrax*Lyrics from Snippets*

[Chorus: Drake]
You live a double life and your mouth run like you get two lives
You're loose with it
You know my Startrax niggas, they produce with it

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
...my buisness
Only take the pistol out your mouth to talk business, fuck niggas
I feel like Papa John's, I got a rocket launcher
I give you rocket science, I do math and slimeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Money Cars Clothes (feat. Swizz Beatz)Swiss Beats - Money, cars, clothes, hoes (x2)
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Lil Wayne - Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil on the flow ha ha ha
Young mullah baby, and the monsta on the hook ha ha , swizzy!
Young mullah baby, streeetzz..
Lil Wayne - Damn I hate a old fake ass nigga
Dats why you only see me wit some bape ass niggas
We gotta eat early like break fast nigga
New Orleans land of where yo gate pass nigga
Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, on 4
Pussy ass niggas won't survive no mo
And the niggas say it is ours
But it ain't ours no mo
From the deep part of the water where the divers won't go
Hey sharks, sup piranhas
Dem boys catfish, dem boys flanges
I pop on grove, I roll around ya
Hit ya wit that 2 2 step 10 times like ensenza
Fuckin wit my..
Swizz Beats - Money, cars, clothes, hoes (x2)
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Money, cars, clothes, hoes (x2)
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Lil Wayne - yea , yea, ha ha
And fuck that fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck that nigga pussy ass nigga
Yea, yea young mullah baby, t streets..
T streets - fuck, what the fuck I look like
Fuck my verse, nigga
Swizz got the hook right
Asian let me catch em wit the beam an its cooked right
Weezy be the crack in the jar and he shook right
And im the nigga standin over the stove
Wit a good price wit a b? ride bitch
Drive bricks an book flights
Good by bad days, hello good nights
No my coke look like Carmelo?
Sittin in lebrons, driver seat reclined
2 woman, my mary j disc and my 9
Its my life, my life, my mutha fuckin life
And fuck one time its..
Swizz beats - Money, cars, clothes, hoes (x2)
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Money, cars, clothes, hoes (x2)
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Lil Wayne - ha ha. T streets, B A G swalla ha ha
We young mullah baby yea..
I murder that boy, I kill that bitch
Straight burn ya body up like a skillet bitch
I turn beef to me meyou, be my fil-let bitch
And ya stomach ain't gotta hurt for you to feel dat shit
So ain't no love for no otha so say I fuck dem tricks
Ain't no loves flyin now besides birds of dem bricks
Unless you talkin bout eagle dats the street I know
The person now the routes to couldn't see my flow
I clap a nigga 3 times, like the 3 syllables
Word that I know, called (clap) hol - ly - grove
Nigga fuck yo money, clothes, cars, hoes
Kids, friends, and foes, and you and den I get back to the..
Swizz Beats - Money, cars, clothes, hoes (x2)
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Money, cars, clothes, hoes (x2)
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Me & YouI wouldn't care if u was a dirty dog and that u hit every chick that u ever called c it wouldn't make a differnece cuz thats just way benneath me and u boy.c u dont ever have 2 worry bout me i promise 2 keep it real whatevers on my mind im a speak on how i feel stay truthful 2 and never lie 2u and i won't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever

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 Ain't 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 Wouldn't 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

Boy u see dat i have changed yea well if u dont then i'll explain im the real misses wayne all them other chicks is lame & u see i had 2 tell my rockstar crew that i met a man like cuz i ain't never met a man like u but i know what 2do with a youngin like u 3letters..i do i wouldn't care if u was a dirty dog and that u hit every chick that u ever called c it wouldn't make a differnece cuz thats just way benneath me and u boy.c u dont ever have 2 worry bout me i promise 2 keep it real whatevers on my mind im a speak on how i feel stay truthful 2 and never lie 2 and i won't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever
Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea

(Dam Lyk Foreal Tho Babygirl
You Ain't Gotta Keep No Secrets
Its Me And You Gotta Keep It Real)

Ya Boy

(Yo Pussy Is Like A Drug To Me
Ya I Be Feeinin
F**k if i could sing
Dam If Only I Could Sing
Help Me Out Lil Bru)

(Talk:)
I Love It Babe Ye
I Love It Babe Dont You Know
I Love It Babe I Really Did
I Love It Babe Like Young Jeezy
I Love It Babe Ye
I Love It Babe (x3)

I Wouldn't Care If You Was A Prostitute
And That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew
See It Wouldn't 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
Speak On How You Feel
Stay Truthful to me
And Never Lie To Me
And Dont Ever Keep No Secrets
No Matter Wutever
Boy u see dat i have changed yea well if u dont then i'll explain c i'll give up this fame cuz im ready 2 walk the ale and have the preacher change my name. yea now wats happein weezy wats happein weezy u know u need 2role wit the baddest chick weezy n everytime i c u i get so weak weezy like... thats my weezy yea i wouldn't care if u was a dirty dog and that u hit every chick that u ever called c it wouldn't make a differnece cuz thats just way benneath me and u boy.c u dont ever have 2 worry bout me i promise 2 keep it real whatevers on my mind im a speak on how i feel stay truthful 2 and never lie 2u and i won't ever keep no secrets no matter whateverEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Walk It Out (Chalk It Out)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 dat i can do da mouf 2 mouf with yo women
My house is a dungen
Yellow diamond ring lookin like a little funion
Stand on my toes you can call me Paul Bunjion
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 discution
And if you say you ballin we prolly dnt trust ya
I not no plan on freakin hoes dat prolly dnt fuck ya
Even if you pay em boy they prolly won't fuck ya
Only if i say dat she can touch ya like busta
But she might touch ya
And burn ya like usher
Me n my click we in red like blush
I shit this rappers out and sometimes i 4get 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 martion
Get prepared for obduction
Haha
Haha

Uuum...
I walk it out like crutches
2 gurls jump me like double dutches
My nigga t-streets know a gurl named dutches
And everytime he see her in da streets she b cuzzin
I told em he should wave da black flag cuz she buggin
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 much 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
Thise rappers talkin bout a whole lot of nuttin
You drop me on saturday i sold out on sunday
Fuck is da argue bout
Nigga da carter out
This is what i call da droubt....3
N we dnt walk it out
We drop top porch it out
They better walk em out
Before we chalk em out
We chalk it out x7
We choke em out
They dnt want it na uh
No they dnt want it na uh
You see they foamin im not
Oh yeah they foamin im not
I east side walk it out
I bring New Orleans out
I am a saints fan
Oh yea we marchin now
Like wear a safes band
I play the organs now
And if he talk
Most likely im what they talkin bout
My nigga t from da east roll out dat forest now
Man im just tryin 2 get my peanuts im like charlie brown
Ok da uzi make dat holy sound
Take 2 of thise and walk around
Come straight from that homeless town its ----- belong to carter now
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Drought Interlude[Intro]
Aye man, intermission yuh
Y'all still tuned into Da Drought
Right before the package, February 2004, Tha Carter
For as of now, the streets will hurt until my arrival, sorry
The dawn, the Prince, the King, I'm the King
Aye everyone! I'm the King, I'm the King tell 'em

[Verse]
[?] in this motherfucker
I'm in this motherfucker, hot up in this-
I don't care who not up in this motherfucker
Fuck boy, get shot up in this motherfucker
Pop up in this motherfucker
Hot up in this motherfucker
Call the Doctor in this motherfucker
How can one human be so sick?
Immune to your bitch, ah
Move In the club with the tool on my hip
Watch how you dab me off, the strap might go off
Let me take it back for y'all
Like the '77 daddy Cadillac with walls
But I'm creepin' through the back, I'll be back for y'all
This is bass, this is crack, [?]
Ain't no cases around here gettin' cracked, or solved
'Cause ain't no niggas 'round here about to crack at all
Wheezy Baby, nigga
I got that dope like crack, [?] yeah
The dreads out the rubber band, I don't care
Got that can in the other hand
And I ain't pop it in the air, no
I ain't singing this for him ah
Mean what I say and say what I feel
I lean 'cause the K heavy weight on my left
Y'all mean, couldn't block these shots himself
I ride clean in the drop top, 82 dealt
With the baby blue animals, the baby blue [?]
The baby blue walkin', the baby blue [?]
[?]
I might rock the baby blue will
She said 'Baby you silk', ah
Leave that pussy soaked
Oh baby you will
Stop stuntin' that bitch for a bribe at the bar
Lil [?]
'Bout to drive that car, we on our way man
Coming from the state of Louisiana
I'm great, pick money, heavyweight
That I know you niggas heard about
But tell me something, you see us heavily fucking
So why would you ever fuck with the dirty South?
Da Drought

[Outro]
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I Got ItFive foot six nice size dick long ass hair you can pull my shit2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Outro (Something for the Bitches)[Bun B]

Yeah, when I step in the spot motherfuckers say "Who dat?"
Big Bun B, but you already knew that
Live from the state, where they chop and they screw that
You hatin' on a Trill OG, when they do dat?
Motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix, man, just gon' get you stuck deep in the quicksand
With no easy fix, man
No Trix man, those is for kids
Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with DA so you know what it is
I'm sittin' on the fours that clack
Comin' down candy in a golden 'Lac
We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the pimps that hold 'em back, let's go

[Nas]

L-l-look who crept in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB till the death of him
That nigga that aspired lyrical tyrants
Like Kanye West and Em
Track record, goes back to "The Essence"
Smack adolescents who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat man attested
I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
But I'm like a gastric bypass
Bunch of Nas African actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old, yet my brain grow
Cocaine white Range Rov
Tats on my body like an art exhibit, I did real good for a project, nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat blunts in the car with strippers
Guns in compartments hidden, I was real young, little youth
A novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down, respected
Chowed down, now my food's digested
Pow-pow, with my shooters are Techs
Bust louder than the noise I just spit
Let's get one thing straight, that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like King Henry the 8th, guillotine to your neck, bitch
I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb
Been in this shit since '91
Niggas can't fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum
Calm now, was a wylin' dude
Studied cowards that made power moves
Watched Wild Planet, seen lions devour food, you can say that's how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas
There go my nigga Wayne, let them niggas hate
I love my nigga Drake say "We ain't got time to respond to niggas"
[Shyne]

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street
Poverty and desperation made me everything I be
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Hit The LightsYMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Li
All them bitches think they fly
And all 'em bitches flew to me
Hit the lights so you could see
My drink is strong and my hooka sweet
Understand the time is now, but time is up the futures bleak
Its me, its stupid cupid
Love me, leave me in the morning
If you like your friend can join in
The wildest flower in the garden
Coolest nigga in the party
Shades on, dreads long
Blood gang, red zone
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Ground Zero (Remix)Back the hell off
Rock n roll Jesus with all my nails on
All I need is a blunt and a bail bond
And give these blind motherf*ckers something to feel on
Rollin like a motherf*cker put your wheels on
And let's roll down and heal till the heal gone
I started on the block but that something to build on
And how can I pray when I got nothing to kneel on
Hey
The ground is gone
Don't look now but the ground is gone
I'm so high that the ground is gone
And I don't even know which crowd I'm on
Don't look down but the ground is gone
Don't look down cause the ground is gone
Right now I'm a million miles from home
And I'm so high that the ground is gone
Son look up
Father just shook us
Never was around like bush is
War just came like Kane with bishop
Movies too different to act not used ta
Boys in the hood messed up
No blueprints they just do it
Then they get commercial shootin
Ruthless, live your T.I. or lose it
Stupid people like ya'll once knew 'em
Who da, new nigga is show and prove it
Never skateboard but I grinds in these Supras
Ya'll niggas foolin, for fame and the fortune
Super human, 430 flame horses
Ready to use it, L.A. to Jerusalem
Betty Bootin, my girls fake Hollywood tits
Couldn't fool 'em, I just pull up
And I hold her, yeah, and adjust, to the mood
Jump-Jump out a window
Let's-Let's-Let's jump off a building baby
Let's Jump-Jump out a window
Let's jump off a building baby
Jump-Jump out a window
Let's-Let's-Let's jump off a building baby
Let's Jump-Jump out a window
Let's jump off a building baby
Hey
The ground is gone
Don't look now but the ground is gone
I'm so high that the ground is gone
And I don't even know which crowd I'm on
Don't look down but the ground is gone
Don't look down cause the ground is gone
Right now I'm a million miles from home
And I'm so high that the ground is gone
I know a girl named Crystal her last name Paul
I look into her eyes and I can see it all
I see it when she cry, I'm there when she call
Cause I live inside of the mirror on the wall
Kill 'em all, die in the spirit of the war
Thinkin would a mind be in spiritual fall
My lyric will leave you in physical awe
Miserable, pitiful, ridicule, typical
Chemicals swimming through the inner tube
Get in you, that be the end of you
Times are beginnin new
F*ck what you done this about what I'm finna do
Motherf*ck a 9 to 5
I rather do 10 to 2
Motha f*cker pin a guy now I write a pinnacle
The government is saints and it's f*ckin identical
Kiss my ass, and suck my genitals, tabernacle, biatch!
Jump-Jump-Jump out a window
Let's-Let's-Let's jump off a building baby
Let's Jump-Jump out a window
Let's jump off a building baby
Hey
The ground is gone
Don't look now but the ground is gone
I'm so high that the ground is gone
And I don't even know which crowd I'm on
Don't look down but the ground is gone
Don't look down cause the ground is gone
Right now I'm a million miles from home
And I'm so high that the ground is gone
Let's-Let's-Let's jump off a building baby
Let's Jump-Jump out a window-window
Let's jump off a building babyyy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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TragedyAyo, Pink Friday, Eminem, 8 Mile
It must hurt to sell ya album off Paypal
Especially when you in the game 15/20
You was hot when Shaq teamed up with Penny
Man, you was magic
I mean, look at you now hoe, you just tragic
You a tragedy, you a parody
Last name Ann, first name Raggedy
These goofy bitches is stupidity personified
Ayo Wayne, you on the Gully or the Gaza sideEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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First Place Winner (Remix) (Ft. Swizz Beatz, Boo, Curren$y, & Mack Maine)[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Am I the best? Yes
Am I the best? Yes
I'm a first place winner, first place winner
I'm a first place winner, first place winner
I ain't never been scared to get-get-get no get no money
I ain't never been scared to g-g-get no get no money
I ain't never been scared to get-get-get no get no money
I ain't never been scared to get no money money money...
[Repeat]

[Lil Wayne talking over Swizz]
Hahaha, Young Money baby!
Ay! Just because I just said Young Money
I just made this song a whole lot better
Doesn't money make everything better?
Fuck it, yeah Young Money, Cash Money
Young Money, Cash Money, Young Money, Cash.. Money..
Big money, beyotch!! hehe
I know they tired of me
Cause I'm sleeping on them
I ain't never been scared of getting no money bitch!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
What the fuck I look like?
Fuck my verse nigga Swizz got the hook right
Don't look left baby girl just look right
And you gone see us in more red than Suge Knight
Gangbanger yes, soo-woo gang
And if you ain't wit it then you in the food chain
I'm in that wide body I'mma need two lanes
Blue seats white paint wetter than new rain
It look like a white person, with blue veins
I keep a black Glock, red dot blue flame
Feet hanging out the window jock my shoe game
Cause all my kicks fly, like Liu Kang
Hehe, old playa new game
I'm focused, I'm thinking like I got two brains
I'm in my prime I feel like a new Wayne
How come there is two bitches but ain't no two Waynes?
{*Wayne over Hook*}
Hehe I don't know what they do but I do thangs
This Mr. "Everytime You See Me Got A New Chain"
My flow crazy, I ain't too sane
But I am the shit and they just poop stains
{*Wayne talking*}
Haha! Yeah!
Now all the ladies say, "ooh Wayne.. ooh Wayne"
Hehe alright YEAH! AY!
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz] - 2X

[Verse 2: Boo]
Yeah I grind hard (grind hard) but I shine harder (harder)
My watch stupid (stupid) my chain retarded (-tarded)
CLS-500, the kid Broadus
B double O, still gettin in pimpin
We might got the same car but my rims different
Plus a sexy lil fine bitch come with it
Young Money we the flyest crew (flyest crew)
Rappers we can't see y'all, who are you? (who are you?)
Spit it's your turn jack do what ya do (Currensy)
Mack still spitting like he new and improved (Mack Maine)
Weezy and the Pimp are just shittin on fools
And you know me jack I got work to move (yeah)

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Yeah Young Money in the house
Motherfuck anybody else who in the house
My niggas with me so you know it's guns in the house
The cops'll grab a roll of yellow tape and run around your house
Why y'all fuckin with Lil Spitta?
I wasn't doing nothing just laid up chillin
Playing Tony Hawk on the Xbox, burnin incense
Rocking sweat pants and some Jordan number sixes
My check cleared I'm officially a rich nigga
So from this day I'mma smile in all my pictures
Get the champagne from the top shelf
The crib got wings like a jet, one east one west
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

[Verse 4: Mack Maine]
Bitch I'm Mack Maaaaaaine
I'm psycho, like no, other motherfucker
And I'm in this bitch hollerin Young Money motherfucker
It's Mack Maine I make my money speak latin
And
I'm comfortable like my sheet satin
The kush got me higher than an old hooker's skirt (skirt)
And I never been to culinary school but cook work (cheah)
I'm no sergeant homie so I never cuff a ho
And I hustle for my +Bills+ like I'm from Buffalo
Ya figga deal - but on the really-real
Pause the clock my flow timeless
Say my name and lose your job like you're Don Imus (fuck you)
I'm just a, real nigga, Mack Mizzle
I'm off the hizzle, with two pistols now

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Look Out[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uhh, Tired of chasing after objects in the rear view
Tired of praying when I don't know who I'm praying to
Tired of hoping like a penny with a hole in it
Tired of going when I got no one to go with it
Tired of reaching like a crab in a fucking nab
And motherfucker it was fuck it then, fuck it now
After [?] got the motherfucking budget down
So what the fuck is what your motherfucking budget now
They wanna kill me but death is too good for me
Tired of taking when I'm taking what they took from me
Tired of looking at the man in the mirror, man
Cause that motherfucker gon make me wanna kill a man...
Ahhh!

[Chorus: Shanell]
Doctor doctor why won't you answer
Before it's too late, Teacher, Preacher
Don't trust your weakness, Someone lead the way
Tryna make it home, Tryna make it home
Oh, tryna make it home, Tryna make it home

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I know my greatest pain is in the future
I know I left a stain in a future
What do you wish for, What are you wishing for
It take too long for your wish to make it to the store
The well run guy, the town runs by
The spirits walk with me, I am silents cry
Pay the pastor, preachers profit from the prophesized
But ain't no proof in your prophecy
[Chorus: Shanell & (Lil Wayne)]
Doctor doctor why won't you answer, Before it's too late (Yeah!)
Teacher, Preacher, Don't trust your weakness
Someone lead the way (Yeah!)
Tryna make it home, (Just tryna make it home)
Tryna make it home (Just tryna make it home)
Ohhh tryna make it home (Just tryna make it home)
Tryna make it home (Just tryna make it home)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
And just the other day I met a man in a [?]
He was tryna get me to believe in world peace
So I was tryna get him just to keep it real grief
He said "okay", then he pulled out a gun and killed me
I [?] least
The clouds, the buildings, the birds, the bees
I wonder if i'm going where we [?]
I m thinking we deserve the truth at least

[Outro: Shanell & (Lil Wayne)]
Yeah, Yeah, (Yeah!), Yeah, (Yeah!), Yeah, (Yeah!)
Oh, tryna make it home (Yeah!)
Oh, tryna make it home (Yeah!)
Oh, tryna make it home (Yeah!)
Oh, tryna make it home (Yeah!)
Oh, tryna make it home (Yeah!)
Oh, tryna make it home (Yeah!)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Mr. Carter (Alternate Version)[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yo, yo Drew and Inf
This-this, this right here is crazy
Yo I, I feel big, you know what I mean?
Like, not, not big in the sense of, weight
You know what I mean? Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that
Like colossal
Like, you know what I mean, like (sighs)
I heard you were lookin' for me

[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott & Lil Wayne]
Hey, Mr. Carter (Hello)
Tell me, where have you been? (Haha, you know, hehe)
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (I know, haha)
Hey, Mr. Carter (Hey, hello)
Tell me, where have you been? (Shit, you know)
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (Hahahah)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott & Lil Wayne]
Hey, Mr. Carter (Hello!)
Tell me, where have you been?
Around the world and I'm back again!
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
Who's been askin' about me?
They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!)
Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!)
Tell me, where have you been?
Around the world now I'm back again!
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
Who's been askin' about me?
They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I been in and out the bank, bitch
While y'all asshole niggas been on the same shit
I flush and watch 'em go down the drain quick
Two words you never hear: "Wayne quit!?"
Cause Wayne win, and they lose
I call 'em April babies, 'cause they fools
And when they snooze, we up!
Feet up, like a paraplegia
Or paraplegic? I parallel park
In that red-and-yellow thing; old-school Atlanta Hawk
Like I'm from College Park, but I'm from Hollygrove
Now all my Bloods scream "Soo-woo" and "Da-da-doe"
I know my role and I play it well
And I weigh it well, on my Libra scale
I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there
Long hair, don't even care

[Chorus: Sha-ron Prescott & JAY-Z]
Hey, Mr. Carter (Young! I am him)
Tell me, where have you been?
Around the world now I'm back again
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
Who's been askin' about me?
They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin')
Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him)
Tell me, where have you been?
Around the world now I'm back again
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
Who's been askin' about me?
They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', chyeah)
[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear
Queen B, as I share, mic time with my heir
Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder
Is that not why we came? And if not, then why bother?
Show no mercy in Murcielagos
I'm far from bein' the bastard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name's been mentioned with the martyrs
The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys and the Marcuses
Garvey; got me a molotov-cocktail flow
Even if you box well, can't stop the blows
Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room
The dope boy I just came off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto-
Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe
I see Euros, that's right: plural
I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go
(Hey Mr. Carter) Young!

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
It's my go, yeah… And I'ma go so opposite-of-soft
Off the richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage
Far from average, above status–quo, flow so pro
I know, I ride slow, and when I pass
They say, "What up, killa?" Man, stop bringin' up my past
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z
Don't forget Weezy, Baby!
[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott, Lil Wayne & Choir]
Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen)
Tell me, where have you been? (Yeah)
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (Haha)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Yes worriesHook: Detail]
You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries)x3
See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries)x3
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 redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tunechi in this bitch, errybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be diggin' 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’ll have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleep
All these bitches think they’re the shit, I’ll send them up shit’s 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
B’s up, Blood Gang; Piru it, and all rats gotta die even Stuart
On my private jet and 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 a little furry
I put that pussy in my face: I ain't got no worries
Tunechi
[Hook: Detail]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
We ain't got no worries
She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries
She want me to eat her sugar, I say "Why you in a hurry?"
She say "Why you asking questions?" I say "Bitch you trynna be funny!"
Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that Donkey Kong
I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bar
That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose
These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show
I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho
You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat
Bitch it's Tunechi and I'm out chea, no worries no worries
I would talk about my dick, but man that shit be a long story
YEAHHH, OHH SHIT, UH HUH, YEAHH, YOUNG MULA BABYEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Cut Like a Blender[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Cut like a blender, chopper like the feegy
They got so many pussy nigggas, they starting to police me
I don't give a fuck, if you be in the cut
With the choppers, so dap m up, eat m for lunch
Shootin out the window saying Young Money, motherfucker

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
You niggas know shit from sugar
You niggas know kisses from bullits
See me in the Bentley, with one rolled window
You know a boss, I'm a booker
My bitch get tossed like I through her
A bitch get lost if I took her
To the thrift show to where I live, like, look here
I got a mansion in the cave, like Batman
And your girl pussy poppin on the handstand
You wanna flex up behind it, you a bad man
Young Money, strong funny, age like bam bam
Black Lamb on the interstate, coppers givin chace, bet you I could get away
Spitta!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Cut like a blender, chopper like the feegy
They got so many pussy nigggas, they starting to police me
I don't give a fuck, if you be in the cut
With the choppers, so dap m up, eat m for lunch
Shootin out the window saying Young Money, motherfucker
[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Yo, I'm sittin in the Chevy Shavell
With my favorite girl, she watchin Dave Chapell
While me, I'm on the selly, bout to blaze an L
Talkin to one of my homies, that's caged in jail
He tellin me bout this nigga that's raised in hell
Word done got back to him that I blazed his girl, now be callin like it's the end of the world
Now I gotta put in his world, close to daten, close to Satan
That's when you're gone when I see ya, I'm glad I'm me, cause, bitch, I wouldn't wwanna be ya
My niggas are like Freddikets, my life is the subject
Like Homer said, the greek homicides, I done it
What it is, ransom, parents, handsome
Make you feel it in your chest, like breast cancer
See Big said, niggas bleed just like us
But he never knew, niggas be cheese, just like us

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Cut like a blender, chopper like the feegy
They got so many pussy nigggas, they starting to police me
I don't give a fuck, if you be in the cut
With the choppers, so dap m up, eat m for lunch
Shootin out the window saying Young Money, motherfucker

[Verse 3: Boo]
Skinny nigga, fat pockets
Shoot you in the back, just to get your back poppin
What you know about fat profit
Cause I got that bitch, in my back poket
Went straight to the grove, skipped college
Yeah, you know, me and Mack, had them streets poppin
Stylin on you, I unload this volume on you
Young B, with 2 gloccs
Make a nigga see double off, one shot
Rocks in my chain, like Barney Rubble
This ain't an axadent, I was born to hustle
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Cut like a blender, chopper like the feegy
They got so many pussy nigggas, they starting to police me
I don't give a fuck, if you be in the cut
With the choppers, so dap m up, eat m for lunch
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Lengendary CharactersIma legendary character listen to what im telling ya fold you up into sum paper den I just start mailing it smoking on da loud yea everybody smelling it people hatin on me bt I just depise my haters some people roll up in swishers sweets but I roll in khalifa papers and I think im on my grown shit im only 13 but I swear im on dat grown shit ciroc in my hand while im fuckin me a grown bitch sippin on da lean and the kush keep me stone bitch hatin on me im da spaceman spiff and dey call me pyrex king kuz I cook alot sniff bitch I dont fuck with you if u is a known snitch bitch and my rhymes is on and of like a fuckin light switch bitch. Lil Wayne: Uh Yea dem bitches call me tunechi and im known to steal yo girl just to get up in her cuchi in you know that she my girl cuz I only buy her gucci and dat need to free my nigga quick and his name lil boosie and ima fuqn legendary character like the legendary One said u betta listen to wat we telln ya n that 44 like a stamp so trust and believe that i'll be mailin ya tunechi is my name so all ya haters get it right and if im fuckin wit your mom den I am fucking her all right hahhaha yea tunechi muthafucka

Chorus: Legendary Charaters(4 times) And u betta pay attention to what we fuckin telln ya kuz nigga me and tunechi is some Legendary CharactersEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Roc the Mic #2[Intro: Lil' Wayne]
Itz the SQAD, yea,  yea, itz the Sqad, ya know
Itz the Sqad, ya know, yea , yea

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Itz Weezy, ya know
And Raw Dizzy
U know who we iz
U don't who we iz..then
All of yall should sqad up ya'self
And if you don't like it you can fuck ya'self

[Verse 1: Raw Dizzy]
Itz feelz good when i'm after him
I'm young black azz slim
I'm click clat at him fo' practicin'
A brand new platnium whip, wit factories rims
Bitches never smack up them
They get they asses in
I'm dizzy, hot lyrics, i spit it
Nope, i'm not kiddin'
The boys hot-rific
You might see me ridin' in Tahoes
Flyin' wit models, sippin' on Heinkein bottles
Watchin' channels
Family thick like the Sopranos
Wit mo' bread than MacDonalds
In a whip fully dressed like systic primals
Like i'm a....u gotch yours..gotta have cheese like i'm nachos
I'm dizzy, the raw-diculous
Thatz the shit
Cause i been had what it takes to whip this bitch up
And..anyone who fucks wit Young Nut
Get a 12 gauge shotgun pump thru ya gutz
.yeeeaaa
[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
Itz Weezy and his crew
The S-Q
And we know what to do
To go and get and get the loot
Yea..still watch how u goof around dude
Cause the dude still broom and move the whole room
Oohhh..

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

[Verse 3: Young Yo]
Yo,U know
Stupid hoe
No i ain't cha daddy bitch
Niggas sittin' in da caddy bitch
And you better have my dough when u get at me bitch
Young Y-O
The boy is back
Bitch like Too Short, i wuz born to mac
With the throwback jersey, wit the fitted to the back
20's on the coupe
Man i did it like that
(he did like that!!)
I'll do it again
Good pussy make paper
The dude a pimp
I'm a player to the heart
Gang to the head
Straight to the bed
Do it straight to the head
S - Q- A to the D till i'm dead
Been lookin' for a pimp, bitch holla at red
U heard whut i said
Know open up ya legz
And make Weezy money spread
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

[Verse 4: Lil' Wayne]
Big 20's on the whip look slick
Leather seats, tele-v's, extra keys
My brotha fee-fee probably out wit cha chick
And bring her home if her mouth game sick
Don't get me wrong
I'm the don of the click
A hotboy, i stand alone in this biaatchh
My Glock toy all chrome
Click...clicckk
Sqad wit a chick
Check my tires as i ride by ya quick
Check my air hole tech
Make me give ya azz a air hole neck
And we only fuck wit ya girl fo' that hoe neck
Guess what
Sqad up
Baby thatz so next
Cash Money, lil'whizzle
Off glass,  500 degreez
Young Money
Money Young is a team
And the money ain't as young as it seem
Dollaz comin'
S-Q..weezy
Holla..i'm comin'
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Lil Wayne Speaks[Lil Wayne]
Ayy yo what up world? This is ya man Lil Weezy F. Baby, believe that. The President, you understand me. Your checking out my people Mick Boogie, aye Mick!! Lets get into it how we do it, dawgEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Make It Rain (New Verse) (Live)And My Grill Is I'll
Ice Bright White Light Galil
Did I Do That
Throwin Up Signs
Like I'm In A Frat
Eagle Street Bitch
See Me When Ya Wanna
Sign Me As The Owner
Them Yellow Diamonds Lookin Like A Fridge Full Of Corronas
Gonnas
Ya See Through Like Cubic Zercoinia
And Me I Keep I Funky Like Pubic Aroma
Hit Em With The Glock
Put Em In A Coma
Now What That Boy Got Uhh Glockoma
My Weed Is Stronga
I Smell Grape
I Like Promethozine
I'm In A Snail Race
My Watch Reminds Me Of 88
Because It's Got Crack Rocks As The F*ckin Face
Bitches Stick To Me Like Skotch Tape
Plenty Colors In The Chain Nigga F*ck Bape
Yeah, And I'm Kold Like Upstate
So Icy Like A Muthafukcin Cup Cake
And All The Bitches Feel My Feung Shwei
Biches Wanna Eat Me Alive
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So Over You[Lil Wayne:]
No regrets at all, I'm high and I hope you can catch the fall
Welcome to my lecture hall, you can't shake my infection off
Take me to your leader and, I promise I will be the man
Swim until I see the sand, then die as soon as I reach the land
The water's over our hands, what happened to our plans
Swim until I see the sand, then die as soon as I reach the land!

[Chorus:]
This is my resurrection, so fuck your resolution
I don't need no protection, I don't need your confusion
Don't know what to believe
Don't know what to believe
Don't know what to believe
Don't care what you believe
Cause I'm so over you, yeah I'm so over you
Yeah I fly over you, cause I'm so over you
[Shanell:]
Heeeey
I did everything by the book, book, book
Scribblin' (?) that I took, took, took
Find that you'll never (?)
Setting the setup to fall like the twins, you... struck
Show them a picture of my I.D
Better enough to prove that it's me
Look in the mirror
Now who should I...
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne:]
Ha!
Don't know what to believe (huh)
Don't know what to believe (yeah)
Don't know what to believe (huh)
Don't care what you believe (yeah)
Don't know what to believe (huuuh)
Don't know what to believe (yeaaaaah)
Don't know what to believe (huuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaah)
Yeaah!
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Give Head (feat. Currency)Now I ain't saying she a dick sucker, but she ain't bout to get a kiss from us
Now I ain't saying she a dick sucker, but she ain't bout to get a kiss from us (no)
Now go down girl, give head, go down
Go down girl, give head, go down
Now go down, girl, give head, go down
Go down girl give head

Now, momma's a hoe met her at a video with her face ready to go waiting for cameo
She say, i can tell you hustle, i can smell the coke
The money, you got a lot, i can smell the dough
I told her, keep her nose outta business of grown folks
She been to New Orleans twice never been through the ???
Now her pocketbook nice, and her dress coal
But her teeth pearly white and her lips was swole
She bad, have you seen her?
My n*gga said I might aswell marry a diva, like Trina, I pleased her, she please me the same, hey
What's the beauty without the brain?

Now go down girl, give head, go down Go down girl, give head, go down Now go down, girl, give head, go down Go down girl give head

Right on the club, right in the club, shorty popped an x and gave me head right in the club
To be honest, I don't think we gonna go to my truck cause her cousin's with her and she looking better than her
Yeah, she's fat in the ass, slim in the waist, kinda pretty and she down to take the shit in the face
Licking all on her lips, cause she love how I taste
It's dripping on her chin, hope it don't fall on my ???
Yeah, I'm glad I found ya, can't wait to bring Wayne and Mack Maine around ya
Gave me head in the pool and I damn near drowned her
Before I'd kiss that hoe, I'd rather kiss a perahna

Now go down girl, give head, go down Go down girl, give head, go down Now go down, girl, give head, go down Go down girl give head

Now I ain't saying she a dick sucker, but she ain't bout to get a kiss from us
Now I ain't saying she a dick sucker, but she ain't bout to get a kiss from us

Now go down girl, give head, go down Go down girl, give head, go down Now go down, girl, give head, go down Go down girl give head

All my little divas, pay attention, just listen
If we ain't in Paris, then we ain't French kissin'
I'm tryna feel your tounge, I'm just tryna be the one
Give it to ya from the back and make you cough up a lung
Or give a little brain and cough up a sun
I bust two times and then I toss up a one
Now shake it baby, it took your momma 9 months to make you baby
Enter the bedroom, we won't make a baby
Get your kneee pads on, no skating baby
So get your aprons baby
She said, I think it's a boy, she ate the baby

Now go down girl, give head, go down Go down girl, give head, go down Now go down, girl, give headEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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504 Jordan[Chorus]
Live from the 504
Live from the 504
Live from the 504
Live from the 504
Live from the 504

Live from the 504
Live from the 504
Live from the 504
Live from the 504
Live from the 504

[Interlude]
Dro, fuck with me! Yeah

[Verse 1]
Live from the 504
It's Mr. Crazy Flow
Jumping like a bungee, no rope
Even in the dungeon I glow
Even if it ain't sunny I glow
If it ain't about money I go –
Nowhere, I'm nailed to the floor
Money controls where I go
It is the sail to my boat
And it's going down
It's going down like there's a whale in the boat
See, you can smell that I smoke
And yep, I sip that lean
You hit me with that combination, it make my eyes bleed
I'm a shark in the water, yep, I swim with the big
So I don't have time to deal with Willy the Squid
L-L-Lilly pad niggas, l-l-look at the monster
Y-Y-You don't want to crash, like La-La-La Bamba
See it's me, Roney, and Terry
And my new drop is berry
Watermelon, plum, just call it fruit punch
I'm an old rapper getting new bucks
And all you new rappers, you're just new lunch
[Chorus]
Live from the 504
Live from the 504
Live from the 504
Live from the 504
Live from the 504

Live from the 504
Live from the 504
Live from the 504
Live from the 504
Live from the 504

[Verse 2]
Flow sick, so sick, need a doc, yes
A creature, monster, like the Loch Ness
I gets hotter by the tock, before I sizzle to death
I just tell the clock, "Gimme a sec"
In the middle of the war, where my enemy at?
I'm running this bitch, like Eric Bieniemy back
'Cause every time I hit a track I'm like an energy pack
The instruments are crying out "Where the sympathy at?"
Yeah, if you betting money, baby, him'll be back
Whatever legends look like, bitch, I'm finna be that
I walked right in hip hop, like "Where my dinner be at?"
I ate that, and I was like "Where my dinner be at?"
I hate that women lie, so I lie to them back
Got two bitches in my pants, quiet, neither them that
A lot of bitches want dick, I give a lot of them that
Let's do a pill, I can fuck you for an hour with that
And to the kids – Drugs kill, I'm acknowledging that
But when I'm on the drugs, I don't have a problem with that
And my niggas got guns the size of toddlers, biatch
And we aiming right at your fucking collar, biatch
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Intro (The Carter #2 Mixtape)[DJ Khaled:]
This DJ Khaled, the Don Dada
Big dog [?]
[?] Novacaine
Listen
Yeah Cash Money
My nigga Birdman
Lil Wayne
AKA Weezy F Baby
This ain't no mixtape niggas
This is a gift from Cash Money
For the streets
Oh it's about to be a problem
Eh yo Birdman

[Birdman:]
Yeah

[DJ Khaled:]
Let these niggas know

[Birdman:]
Yeah
You already know what it do
What this shit do, what it got to do
[?] you heard me, nigga?
Uptown in this bitch
One love to my city
Nigga I'm talking New Orlands
The whole New Orlands nigga, you understand me?
Y'all know what this like
Y'all know what this doing
Y'all know what I be like
[?] whatever
That's how I got to do it
[?]
This Tha Carter 2
Part 2, Like Father Like Son
You know I always been about money
[?] uptown nigga
You understand me, nigga?
[?]
[?]
[?]
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No ass nigas[Hook: Detail]
You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries)x3
See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries)x3
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 redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tunechi in this bitch, errybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be diggin' 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’ll have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleep
All these bitches think they’re the shit, I’ll send them up shit’s 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
B’s up, Blood Gang; Piru it, and all rats gotta die even Stuart
On my private jet and 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 a little furry
I put that pussy in my face: I ain't got no worries
Tunechi
[Hook: Detail]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
We ain't got no worries
She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries
She want me to eat her sugar, I say "Why you in a hurry?"
She say "Why you asking questions?" I say "Bitch you trynna be funny!"
Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that Donkey Kong
I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bar
That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose
These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show
I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho
You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat
Bitch it's Tunechi and I'm out chea, no worries no worries
I would talk about my dick, but man that shit be a long story
YEAHHH, OHH SHIT, UH HUH, YEAHH, YOUNG MULA BABY!

[Hook: Detail]


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“You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat”
He fucks her oral and vaginal, he does it for so long, and he is so big he makes it sore
“Bitch it’s Tunechi and I’m out chea, no worries no worries”
He is Tunechi, He is out in the hood hustlin running from cops with no worries1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Iris is awesomeIris is the shitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fly Talkin’ Go Home..EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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InvasionTell us that you would like to have the lyrics of this song. Then we'll make it our highest priority to find these lyrics first!
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Two Words[Intro: Lil Wayne & Dizzy]
Chyeah
What’s really good, Dizzy?
Chyeah
It’s your nigga Weezy Baby, man
Yeah
I’m in the building with you, man
I see you nigga
Solo dough is the best dough
I be you, nigga
Let’s get ‘em

[Hook: Dizzy]
We in the streets, nigga, get your mail
It’s only two places to go, nigga: dead or in jail
Yo
Ayo, ayo
Look, now throw your hands up, hustlas, gangstas, bustas
Wankstas, everybody, fuck that
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Two words: lil nigga; small feet, short arms
Lil Wayne, Weezy Baby, motherfucking Hot Boy
Pop me, hate me, I’ll be right there
Two more: Young Money, Cash Money millionaire
Two words: Uptown, one-seven, rep that
Nine-six, young me, Front Street, wet crack
Two words: black shit, black card, black fit
Back door, black gun, black clip, silver bullet
Red shit, headshot, dead quick, sad death
If anyone said shit, everybody snooze
Two birds, shaved them, turned them to pavement
Drought come, raise them price tags, break them
White flags, wave them high if try him
What? Why? Three words: “Die, nigga, die”
Two words: two-seaters, two blunts
Two thirds of the time, Reel with me
Singing like a hummingbird
You heard shit right, Carter here, get right
Niggas better hold on, bitches better sit tight
Two words: high-yellow, long hair, thick size
Sixth side, naughty girl, good girl, Uptown
All-time playa playa, good game, hood rich
Don’t be fooled, got tools like Goodrich
Two words: blap-blap! Aftermath, white sheets
After that, clear block, ghost town, white streets
Still going, won’t stop, paid quick, never that
Hot Boys, as a group, nothing can compare to that
Two words: bounce back, bounce-di-bounce back
Dig this, bid that, how you loving that?
Power move, yeah, Dizzy, get dough, get more
If not, what we spitting for? Shit
Prada cap, Prada jeans, Prada kicks, Prada sack
Who’s that boy? Boy, two words: holla back
[Hook: Dizzy]
Look, now throw your hands up, hustlas, gangstas, bustas
Wankstas, everybody, fuck that
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, listen

[Verse 2: Dizzy]
Yeah, two letters, two numbers: AK-47 (Yeah)
Sending y’all bitch niggas to two words: Hell or Heaven
Better tell the reverend and confess to your sins
And hope God forgive the fake shit that you did (Pussy)
Downtown, Uptown, stand up
Bitch niggas, man up; M-Zone, that’s us
Big gun, two clips; lil’ gun, few tips
Dum-dum, flip-flip, numb-numb, stiff-stiff
Yeah, it’s like back-back and forth-forth
Snap back the four-four and *pap!* at your throat
No yap-yapping no more, fuck who hates me
I live by two words: “Fuck you, spray me”
Yeah, yeah, what? Who? Wait, we
Come through eight deep, everybody move!
Damn, bam, what’s loose, ain’t me
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Speedin’Legendary, Runners, you know me
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, Trilla
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Every dollar that I count can't go in my account
My accountant can't count up all my money in a hour
?Cause it's comin? too fast and I'm scared it won't last
Look that white girl in her face, told her this was her last dance

Goddamn, speedin' got my heart racin?
I don't have the nominations you could blame that on my occupation
Caesar salad, Caesar's Palace
You're not a boss little nigga 'cause your cheese is average

In the Benz, AK, ridin? shotgun
It's a Benz ?cause you're broke ?til you got one
It ain't nothin' doin? 100 in the Maybach
Throwin? money out the roof motherfuck the brake pads

Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs
Speedin?, I'm speedin?
I can't stop, it's all I know
From a youngin? I was taught get doe
I'm speedin?, speedin?, I'm speedin?

These people came lookin? for me, shit I got ghosts
See the West Coast close up in the Montrose
Big money, boss major
American Idol, I got fans like Fantasia
Read between the lines or yo' ass like Fantasia
Get hit between the eyes, he died, they can't save him
In a Porsche, I'm weavin?
No dough, but I'm speedin?

I'm starin' at the skyline I got a million on my mind
I'm the best and these pussy niggas runnin' out of time
Ricky Ross, I'm the chill, quarter mill for the timepiece
Yeah, I bought a wheels like deals with the dime beats

Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs
Speedin?, I'm speedin?
I can't stop, it's all I know
From a youngin? I was taught get doe
I'm speedin?, speedin?, I'm speedin?

Sittin? in the livin' room, watchin' The Grammys
Wishin' that was me that was on The Grammys
All I needed was someone to get behind me
Money rain on me!

I was a determined ill nigga, dirty shoes and Hilfiger
Homie helped me out 'cause his boy was a drug dealer
Now I'm flyin? high ?cause my gifts grew wings
And now I'm flyin? down like the coupe grew wings
Kells and Ross on the Hollywood scene
Red carpet and we smellin? like green
Now I floss ?cause I got paid off
Collabo was the Hip Hop and R&B boss, oh!

Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs
Speedin?, I'm speedin?
I can't stop, it's all I know
From a youngin? I was taught get doe
I'm speedin?, I'm speedin?, I'm speedin?

E-Class, I think somebody followin? me
Meet me at the helipad, Mickey Beach
I'm worth fifteen million baby
I'm tryin' to blow it all in one week!

Fuckin' wit you, Triple see?s, it?s the Boss
(I'm speedin I'm speedin')
I'm a fly away on you haters
I done came up so fast
Movies, endorsements, films
(I'm speedin I'm speedin')
We own things, Boss!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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This Is The Way We Sqad[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
I'm Weezy Baby, back on tha scene, underground king
Pimp C and Bun, you my fathers im your son
Group on 21s, barkin' up tha ride
But really I ain't trippin' I jus' like ta be high
Nigga we SQAD, we real, we pure
Baby blue ferrari of tha Nellyville tour
And we could all eat til our belly get full
If not we show our teeth and Mack 11's get pull
But that's another story, lets get back ta this thang
Righ na me and Fi negotiating buy tha Saints
We might buy tha Rams, we might buy tha Hornets
It's scary boy young money cause all them bitches garbage
Your beef it better squash it caise right na we jus' marching
If ya ain't in tha band on expand it cost a margin
My hands is often frosty cause tha band on tha corner fifty grand on my fortress

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
This is the way we SQAD
And we like ta floss
Weezy is tha boss
I represent that dirty dirty dirty dirty Souf
And we ridin' chops
Tha ones that never stop
Tha Young Money boys and we SQAD this shit out
[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
It's Gutta Gutta
Streets representer
Big Benz whiper
I like Lion Hearts but I rather ride spinners
I'm smokin' on that killa, I'm higha than a bitch
We signed ta Cash Money, Young Money got rich
Now you see we ball, now you see tha SQAD
We pullin' up in 10 different color bubble cars
I'm on a world tour and don't gotta album
It dont make sense but i make a lotta cabbage
I'm tryna get rich
I'm tryna get paid
I rip tha damn show and get head backstage
I'm livin' in tha range, like I'm in a cage
I pull that thang out and send a couple ta yo brains
I don't like tha cops man mothafuckin' Feds
I represent Sqad Up til I'm muthafuckin' dead
A muthafuckin' red stand taller than a muhafuckin' hater Gutta Gutta
What tha fuck up!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

[ Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
I'm thinkin' 22's fa my bitch new Benz
I'm thinkin' 2 new Benzes fa my bitch two friends
I'm thinkin' no top in any kinda weather
I'm thinkin' smokin purple and blueberry togetha'
I'm feelin' all hawain punch is up fa' serve
I'm feelin' fuck what 'cha say and fuck what 'cha heard
I'm feelin' Sqad Up tha shit, I know ya smell it
And tell me we gon' do numbers like Nelly
Fa' sure!
[Verse 4: Gudda Gudda]
And I know Young Money bout ta fuck up tha game
And I know ya like that shit Gutta spitt'n with Wayne
And I know I rock platinum, fuck tha silvery chain
And I know niggas dissin' but I don't know they names
And I make bitches scream when I step out tha coupe
And I make tha kids ask me where tha fuck is your roof
And I make tha rawest shit when I step out tha booth
I'm livin' Gutta muthafucka, how bout you?

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Sebastian how to loveFuck all you haters i hate emiit till pussy ass nigga shit out headed mother fuckerEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Red Magic (Live)[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare, ha

[Verse 1: The Game]
Weezy Baby, tell 'em we amazin'
Better yet an Army, the U.S. Navy
Then tell Slim, I was raised on Cash Money
They can't kick me out of shit, I ain't Dame Dash dummy
I'm the ( ) pass a hundred in that red Ferrari
Me and Weezy Blood brothers, we got red Ferraris
Red tops in the hood, red tops on Bacardi
Red tops on top models at the after party
Before S dot Carter was Brooklyn's step-father
I was getting G money like Nino at the Carter
I was just a baby, like the face on the third Carter
Even had a baby face, like Tracy Evan's baby father
Nigga, so you know what I mean
When I say I get the money like a money machine, yeah
I'm in L.A. Gasol-in'
But when I'm in New Orleans, you can call it Chris Paul-in'
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare, ha

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
Okay, holla at ya blood
It's Big Dog Weezy, in that big dog breezin'
With the wig off, it ain't easy to go this hard
But Weezy go this hard, like pussy right in front me
I get pussy, I get money, I don't get none of ya'll niggas
Like two, three, I'm after every one of ya'll niggas
What am I saying? I'm ahead of all of ya'll niggas
And mine gon' shine like Armor All hit us
Hah! I wear that chopper like a uniform
You bitch niggas never see me like a unicorn
Who the boy make the girls go crazy
I got that Red Magic, unbelievable, amazin'
Hey, it's a beautiful day
I'm feelin' like the father of a sun ray
Like Jamie, Foxx or box like Floyd May'
If the weather right, I play the red box Porsche-ay
C'mon
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare, ha

[Verse 3: The Game]
We in the house like a home invasion
And this time I'm gon' shine like the chrome on Dayton's
You can wait on Detox or you can have more patience
Baby sip that patrone as we get wasted
Weezy, we sip lean, me I just taste it
We be soakin' up syrup like a waffle house apron
Infrared beam go back to the basement
I'mma street king, ask dude from the Matrix
Yeah, Cash Money in the basement
Me and Slim like the Hot Boys with a face lift
Translation, it's Freddy versus Jason
Who your favorite rapper, me and Weezy will erase them
And if they gettin' money then, we will paper chase them
With beams that glow in the dark like Kanye's stage shit
Then we highjackin' Kanye's spaceship
And land it on the Red Carpet at the VMA's bitch
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Red Porsches, red portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare come near the fortress
Don't you dare, haEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Nigga Money HoesLil Weezy babY!!!!!!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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MARKED FOR DELETION[ShovelBoye}
I'm a shovel dude
I'm a shovely guy

I'm from the futurrr......EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Kake Time[Intro]
Weezy
Stuntin' on these hoes
Lets get it Po'

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Fuck these hoes
I call 'em chicken coop
Love these hoes
Tell 'em not to do
Gotta bag full of money
Call that money bag
My bitch on a leash
Call her doggy rag
The polls closin'
Get your vote in
I fuck her with a bag
Call that ba-ggin'
Uh, call that ba-ggin' (Yeah)

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Kake Time bitch
I eat it all
Put the icing
On my balls
Yeah, weezy
Kake time bitch
Fuck a bitch nigga
She fucked that bitch nigga
And got AIDS
[Verse 2 : Lil Wayne]
Its my birthday
Thanks for listening to the song2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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The Ballad of the Human[Chorus 1]
Take some clay and a little dirt
Mold it up give it shape
Breathe in life, make it hurt
Show it love, let it escape

[Verse 1]
The day he escaped was the day he died
In the sun shined rays of thought
The day he died wouldn’t be the last time
But when he ran was when he was caught
Have you seen the inside of love?
I’ve only asked this question once before
Have you lived in the world up above?
Everyday I speak as I’m ignored

[Chorus 2]
Take some clay and a little dirt
Mold it up, help it stand
Breathe in life, make it learn
Never reach out to take its hand

[Verse 2]
The day she found him was the day she died
A world is never clear with intentions
The day she died she gained her pride
Her decision marks her incomprehension
Who do you think of right away?
I heard someone close is gone
If I haven’t thought of them once everyday
To the creation is where I have withdrawn
[Chorus 3]
Take some dirt and a little clay
Serve its purpose, mold it up
Breathe in life, watch it decay
Let me love and corruptEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Haaan part 2...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Sippin’[Intro]




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Haaan pt 3[Hook:]
You took a shot, all brick
Had to call the dogs off, they was all on "sick" (Looorrrd)
I rolled the Raw so big, in the car and the fog so thick
Got these brauds so pissed
They want allllll my shit, girl get off my- (Loooorrrd)
Three shots and they all gon' stick
I'm rollin' with an all-star clique

[Verse 1: Church St]
My new tape, too ape
A new week, a new bae
It’s too late for the groom’s sake, Church Street known in a few states (niggaaaaa)
I give em two dates then I Lupe
Tryna fuck some old schoolmates, ‘fore the word get around and they only come around for the coin
I’m too paid and they two-faced
Girls wanna talk, if you cute, I’m a fruitcake
But if not, then I gotta keep it straight witcha
Every Tuesday, I be on the same liquor
Walking out the bank like the main villain
Pockets on Thanksgiving
I drive a Honda and that thang tinted, so they can't see the girl who blaaaaaze in it
When it comes to boys, I'm Asian persuuuuaaaading 'em
Make 'em say my name like my main nigga

[Bridge:]
Oooh I should feel ashamed, but I don't feel a thang
Nah, I don't feel a thang but the painkillers
Yeah, I should feel ashamed, but I don't feel a thang
Nah, I don't feel a thang, nigga!
[Hook:]
You took a shot, all brick
Had to call the dogs off, they was all on "sick" (Looorrrrd)
I rolled the raw so big, in the car and the fog so thick
Got these brauds so pissed
They want allllll my shit, girl get off my- (Looorrrrd)
Three shots and they all gon' stick
I'm rolling with an all-star cliqueEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Cannon (Extended)[Produced by DJ Don Cannon]

[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Yeah
AMG's the gang!
Dedication 2
Drama
Pay attention! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Howdy-do, motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby
Niggas bitching and I gotta tote the (My nigga Don Cannon!)
Haha! Listen close, I got duct tape and rope (Oh!)
I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons
One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy
That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggas know I'm sick: I don't spit, I vomit—got it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says: "Shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
And tell him, 'Catch up,' like mayonnaise"; um—
I'm the sickеst nigga doing it—bet that, baby
These othеr niggas dope; I'm wet crack, baby, yes!
Get back, get back, boy, this a setback
Clumsy-ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap
Rest assured, I rest in a azure
Me and my chauffer got a (Cannon!)
Sometimes I gotta let my girl hold the (Cannon!)
I think I'm bout to put some pearl on the (Cannon!)
Yeah! And guess what boy?
You know a nigga just got papers on the (Cannon!)
And I just got off paper for the (Cannon!)
Now I can go and get some paper with this (Cannon!)
What you on?
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped, we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon, and get my howl on
Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush
And when it come to that paper, I stack books ha
You heard what I said
I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head
Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee
Shout out my nigga Fee
See, every motherfucker at the door don't get a key
You're outside looking in, so tell me what you see
It's about money, it's bigger than me
I told my homies, "Don't kill him, bring the nigga to me" (Gangsta!)
Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman
Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!)
Yeah, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!)
Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!)
Nigga, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Long weekIts been a long week
Off to bed now luv u guys but peace!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Can’t Be Broken (Live On SNL)[Intro]
Ladies and gentleman, Lil Wayne

[Chorus: Halsey & Lil Wayne]
You cannot break down what can't be broken (Yeah)
Out of all the rain clouds, I was chosen (Yeah)
When all of the lights, they get low (Low)
And all of the curtains, they close (Close)
You cannot break down what can't be broken

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, they can do all they can do but they can't break unbreakable
They scared to face the truth because they hate the view
They taste the juice, I hope it make 'em puke, I'm breakin' loose
Should I throw up the deuce, should I wave the deuce?
In 1982, momma taped me to a space shuttle
Say now I'm raising you, ain't no baby food
Unless you go and take the neighbors food
Be afraid of who? I made the loot
Money went from army green to navy blue
I said salute, bulletproof, I gave 'em proof
Twisted like tornadoes too
Man, I like my head a screw
Man, I'ma need some crazy glue
Her walls is what I'm breaking through
Her nails, she gone break a few
You can never break me down, and I can't hit the brakes for you, errr
[Chorus: Halsey & Lil Wayne]
You cannot break down what can't be broken (Broken)
Out of all the rain clouds, I was chosen (Chosen)
When all of the lights, they get low (They get low)
And all of the curtains, they close (They close)
You cannot break down what can't be broken

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne & Halsey]
G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-code
We bros (Can't be broken)
We bros, we bros, we can't break for these bros
G-code (Can't be broken)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I ain't finna break or fix the brakes
You emulate, I'm laughing in your face
So fix your face, I can't disintegrate, 'cause I facilitate a mil' a day
For like a million days
Least the bills are paid, the children safe
Want to get away? No, I'm here to stay
I'm really great, but don't discriminate
'Cause I done seen a mirror break behind a pretty face
Stickin' out your chest, is really fake
Don't make me pick your fate
I'm pickin' out a mate, get replaced
The heart was built to break
Smoking icky, watching Ricki Lake
Got a lawyer that turn any case into a pillow case
My killers straight, do some Q&A
You saw the news today
Got news to break, rules to break
It hurt to say, they want to see Lil Tune to break
It's worth the wait, commercial break
[Chorus: Halsey & Lil Wayne]
You cannot break down what can't be broken (G-code)
Out of all the rain clouds, I was chosen (G-code)
When all of the lights, they get low (They get low)
And all of the curtains, they close (They close)
You cannot break down what can't be broken

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne & Halsey]
G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-code
We bros (Can't be broken)
We bros, we bros, we can't break for these bros
G-code (Can't be broken)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
To all the veterans, thank youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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MakeMonster Voice :
Hey Avo, Hey Kevin
Whats your thoughts

Hook :
I can throw some rice and make her dance (what)
I made you forget about your man (ay ay)
Tell her hop on my lap (Yuh KevinJay)
I can throw some rice and make her dance (yuh)

I can throw some rice and make her dance (yuh yuh yuh)
I made you forget about your man (ay ay)
Tell her hop on my lap (yuh yuh)
I can throw some rice and make her dance (ay ay)

Verse 1 :
Ya I just love you
Your the only thing that makes me feel human too (skr skr)
Yaaa i just i wanna be your
Mann ya ya

Yuhhh I don't want fake love
I just want your big butt
Yuh yuh yuh (ay ay)

Ya sipping lean everyday (everyday)
Never thought that you would be my babe (babe)
Ya I love you everyday (everyday)
Why don't you love me babe (yuh yuh yuh)
Hook :
I can throw some rice and make her dance (ay ay)
I made you forget about your man (yuh yuh)
Tell her hop on my lap (skrr skrr)
I can throw some rice and make her dance (ay ay)

I can throw some rice and make her dance (yuh yuh)
I made you forget about your man (kevinjay though)
Tell her hop on my lap (yuh yuh)
I can throw some rice and make her dance (lil avo)

Verse 2 :
Yuh people got me thinking that your just really quick
(but your not that thick) (thick thicky)
Ayyy why don't you just say (skrr skrr)
Sayyy are you straight (yuh)

Baby I love you
Baby I need you
Baby I wanna hug you
Baby you mean so much
Baby I love you
Why don't you be my girl (ay)

Ayy don't give me fake (skrr skrr)
Love I just want your (yuh yuh)
Butt on me
I just say this (yuh)
Monster Voice :
I just want one dance (ahhhhh)
Hook :
I can throw some rice and make her dance (what what)
I made you forget about your man (skrr skrr)
Tell her hop on my lap (ay ay)
I can throw some rice and make her dance (yuh yuh yuh)

I can throw some rice and make her dance (ay ay)
I made you forget about your man (skrr skrr)
Tell her hop on my lap (yuh yuh)
I can throw some rice and make her dance (yuh yuh yuh)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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On Fire (Promo Only clean edit)Chorus:
Mama badd
Mama mean
Gasoline
Shes on fire
Put her out
As a matter fact
Take her out
Cuz shes on fire
Got on my knees and asked my lord to keep me clear from the devil
Cuz my girl shes shes on fire
Yea and everything is so cool
Yea

Now i want them back shots
I want them back shots
I say shawty let me play up in dat matchbox
And shes on fire yea
Shawty shawty let a nigga rub his stick against her matchbox
And shes on fire
Shes steamin shes screamin shes shes creamin
Shes feidin
I redem it i get betwenn dat
Like her like her like her
Now hit me
And now shes on fire i left her steamin
Yea but everything so sweet (shes on)
Uh shes hot as hell
Lets call he helan
Fireman to her rescue like 911
Fucking rite i make her hot
She got the devil in her
I do watever wit her
Hells angel i pluck her feathers nigga
I am the fire spitter i start a fire wit her
Ok her flames high but i am higher nigga
So i invite her up and then i lite her up uh

2 Chorus:
Mama bad
Mama mean
Kerosine
Shes on fire
Put her out
As a matter fact
Take her out
(shes on)
Got on my knees and asked my lord to keep me clear from the devil
Cuz my girl shes on fire yea
But everything is so cool (shes on)

Now hit me haha wooo
Shes on fire
Yea (shes on fire)
I left her steamin
Yea and now shes on fire
But its cool
Chorus:
Mama badd
Mama mean
Gasoline
Shes on fire
Put her out
As a matter
Ta ta take her out
Cuz shes on fire
Shes steamin shes screamin shes creamin
Shes feidin i redem it i get between dat like i mean it
Hahaha then i leave her steamin
Shes on fire
Stunnin girl
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Watch Them PeopleIt was the summer of 2001
And I saw the whole fuckin thing
Yo! Can I say fuck on tv?
These guys had on some squad, shit!
It was Lil' Wayne, two puppies, one child, and a dike
But not just any dike, Dick Van Dike
Hey, can I give a few shotouts to my people?
Yo mom! Yo dad! What's up? Cool! I'm on tv!
Hey, I been tellin them guys to get off the corner!
(I mean y'all know I'm good for...)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Prom Queen (Promo Only clean edit)I loved her fancy underwear
I set behind her every year
Waiting for the chance to get
To tell her I'm the one she should be with
Shes' popular with all the guys
So innocent in my eyes
I could see her in my life
She would've had the world if she was mine

But see she had other plans
I couldn't understand
Her and her stupid friends
Varsity's biggest fans
Never forget the day
She laughed and walked away
And I couldn't stop her
I guess she had it all

She had it all figured out
But she left me with a broken heart
Fucked around and turned me down
Cause she didn't think I could play the part
But now the prom queen,the prom queen
Is crying sitting outside of my door
She you never know how
How everything could turn around
Uhh
They loved her fancy underwear
Every boyfriend every year
She tried to keep em entertained
When they can hardly remember her name
She did everything she could just to
To make him love and treat her good
Just to find herself alone
Asking herself where did she go wrong-ong-ong

She didn't realise
She chased the type of guys
That don't believe in ties
Trying to apologise
Never forget the day
She laughed and walked away
And I couldn't stop her
I guess she had it all

She had it all figured out
But she left me with a broken heart
Fucked around and turned me down
Cause she didn't think I could play the part
But now the prom queen,the prom queen
Is crying sitting outside of my door
She you never know how
How everything could turn around
Get up!

She had it all figured out
But she left me with a broken heart
Fucked around and turned me down
Cause she didn't think I could play the part
But now the prom queen,the prom queen
Is crying sitting outside of my door
She you never know how
How everything could turn aroundEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Get It OnWhen i'm down in the studio
Tryin' to make a track
My girl be at home and lovin' my back
And everytime I say that's what i'm doin'
She don't think that's what i'm doin'
When it's her that i'd rather be doin'

But right now i'm in the studio
Making this track
My girl at home n lovin my back
She blowin' on my phone
She tells me she's alone
I say I won't be long
Let me finnish this song

But right now i'm in the studio
Eatin' this track
My girl at home beggin' me to come back
Okay i'm comming home
And when i get home
Girl I'ma kill it like i'm killin this song

But right now i'm in the studio
Man just record me
And even with an equlizer you couldn't pause me
Haha, yeah, this is the office
Come be my secretary baby this is the office
In my office I was a nine to five
But you can be my six to ten
I'ma say it again
My office i was a nine to five
But you can be my six to ten

But right now i'm in the studio
And everytime I try to say that's what i'm doin'
She just think it's an exuse
And i'm all tryin' to get some new pussy
I tell her i'm a hustler baby
And new money feels better than new pussy
But right now i'm in the studio
And everytime i try to say that's what i'm doin'
She just think it's an exuse
And i'm all tryin' to get some new
Okay, honey i'm home
And yeah i'm top
And if i fall asleep then shawty
I'ma fall asleep in your bedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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We Hustle (Solo OG)[Missing Lyrics]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Lil Wayne: “I want off this label”On December 4th, 2014, Rolling Stone reported that Lil Wayne wanted freedom from his record label, Cash Money. This news surprised many fans, as Wayne had worked for them his entire career. Furthermore, this development came almost a week before his album was set to be released, "Tha Carter V." The album had already been delayed once, and Wayne claims Cash Money is holding it back.EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Tout va mieux[Intro]

Tout va mieux
Depuis que j'prends moins de médicaments
J'ouvre les yeux
J'arrête Unreal Tournament

[Couplet unique]
Si le ciel tourne gros
Reste pas en place, (nan)
Ne t'endors pas, (eh)
Mets des échasses
Si une meuf me trompe, (oh)
Tant mieux pour elle
L'Espagne c'est pas loin
J'irai m'taper une arménienne, (ah)
J'suis trop triste mais ça s'voit pas
J'me contredit dans tout mes choix
Un jour j'suis chef de chantier
Le lendemain j'suis avocat

[Outro]

J'suis avocat, j'suis avocat (ahh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Iim so over youNo regrets at all, im high and I hope you catch the fall
Welcome to my lecture hall, you can't shake my infection off
Take me to your leader and I promise I will be the man
Swim until I see the sand then die soon as I reach the land
The waters over our hands, what happened to our plans
Swim until I see the sand then die soon as I reach the land

This is my resurrection so fuck your resolution
I don't need your protection, I don't need your confusion
Don't know what to believe, don't know what to believe
Don't know what to believe, don't care what you believe
'Cause im so over you, yeah im so over you
Yeah I fly over you 'cause im so over you

I did everything by the book (book), book (book)
Scribbling all over all of the notes that I took (took), took (took)
Find that you're no better than a crook, ooh
Setting the setup to fall like the twins you struck
Showed them a picture of my I.D
That ain't enough to prove that it's me
Look in the mirror, now who should I believe

This is my resurrection so fuck your resolution
I don't need your protection, I don't need your confusion
Don't know what to believe, don't know what to believe
Don't know what to believe, don't care what you believe
'Cause im so over you, yeah im so over you
Yeah I fly over you, yeah im so over you
Don't know what to believe (unh)
Don't know what to believe (yeah)
Don't know what to believe (unh)
Don't care what you believe (yeah)
Don't know what to believe (unh)
Don't know what to believe (yeah)
Don't know what to believe (unh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Young Money Roster Intro[Interviewer]
Young Money Records, that's the future what's happening with that?

[Lil Wayne]
That's everything, that's my baby, you know?
That's my, tha-that's my everything. Every artist, I'm so happy about my label I feel like a, like it's a basketball team right before the season and I'm glad about all of my players like, my staff, I'm glad 'bout motherfuckers in the skybox, trainers, everything. We good, we ready.

[Interviewer]
Who do we need to look out for?

[Lil Wayne]
Everybody. Young Money, anybody who come out under Young Money, this is our game like-th-we, like they're all better than me, they're all better than me. That's why I came on first. They all gon' love me. So, so once they come out y'all don't forget about me, but do I try to BOOM put myself in there in front like, they comin' boy I tell you. Oh my god, we got 12-year-olds, 14-year-olds, this is crazy.

[Interviewer]
Couple of names we should look out for?

[Lil Wayne]
Tyga Tyga, Jae Millz, Kidd Kidd, Mack Maine, Lil Chuckee, Lil Twist, Nicki Minaj, Drake, Bobby Valentino, maybe Lil Scrappy in a minute.We totin' it big!

[Interviewer]
Wow!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fink allFunk all this bichEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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My Phone.EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Round Table BeatsHttps://soundcloud.com/rtp_beats

Https://www.youtube.com/c/RoundTableBeatsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Los Angeles Girls{Pre-Chorus}
(Los Angeles girls, Los Angeles girls
I ever need you, and you be on my brain
Yeah)

{Chorus}
Los Angeles girls , They be trapping in my hood
They be going for my wood, And they made me understood
That these girls are all lying, And they love it when your dying
Keep you talkin till you tryin, When your close they leave you crying (Its all fake tho)
Why she coming on so slow? Why she dont wanna go?
Hanging with the rest I’m like a ghost
I go insane, She in my brain
She must be tamed, it ain’t my job, but I’m in love

And that’s a curse and it hurts
They say it’s better for the worst
I am around her she gone flirt

My money be going down
Give it all to her she proud
Think she got me feeling sound

Now the people make you think that the money is insane
And it keeps you in your lane, and it makes you start to gain
But once the racks started coming in i felt the same
That i was empty all inside (all inside)
And I put the Wraith in park and ran right up the stairs
Got inside the studio and started diggin in my hair
Tryna find the best lines to make all of this be fair
Yeah I’m pretty fortunate but the victories ain’t there

I wanna live right now
And I’m tired of the pain, they be hittin me right now
She down to hang right now
Right after i glowed up and the $’s comin in right now

And now I’m flying
I see you lying
Don’t mess with me not more
Please no

{Pre- Chorus}
(Los Angeles girls, Los Angeles girls
I ever need you, and you be on my brain
Yeah)

{Chorus}
Los Angeles girls , They be trapping in my hood
They be going for my wood, And they made me understood
That these girls are all lying, And they love it when your dying
Keep you talkin till you tryin, When your close they leave you crying (Its all fake tho)
Why she coming on so slow? Why she dont wanna go?
Hanging with the rest I’m like a ghost
I go insane, She in my brain
She must be tamed, it ain’t my job, but I’m in loveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Tie My HandssJ'ai tout perdu mais je ne suis pas le seul
D'abord est passé l'ouragan, ensuite le soleil du matinEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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HShe will[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Young Money!
Yeah
Four
Ahem!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I tell her, "Now go and pop that pussy for a real nigga!"
I already know that life is deep, but I still dig her
Niggas is jealous, but really I could care less
I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hairnet
Devil on my shoulder, the Lord as my witness
So on my Libra scale I'm weighin' sins and forgiveness
What goes around comes around like a hula hoop
Karma is a bitch? Well, just make sure that bitch is beautiful
Life on the edge, I'm danglin' my feet
I tried to pay attention but attention paid me
Haters can't see me: nose-bleed sеats
And today I went shoppin' and talk is still cheap
I rock to the bеat of my drum set
I been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet
But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now jump up on that dick and do a full split!

[Hook: Drake]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real."
And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second."
I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here
Baby, you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won't, ugh
But shit, then again, maybe she will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will, ugh
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will (Ugh)
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I tell her, "Now go and pop that pussy for me!"
Haters can't see me, but them bitches still lookin' for me
And you could take it to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I'm all about I, give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her 'til she cry—call that "wine 'n' dine"
Try to check me and I'ma have 'em checkin' pulses
They say, "Choose wisely," that's why I was chosen
Rockin' like asphalt, it's the cash fault
Looked in the face of Death and took its mask off
Now, I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl face south and her ass north
But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now hop up on that dick and do a full split!

[Hook: Drake]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real."
And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second."
I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel
I wish we could take off
And go anywhere but here, baby, you know the deal
‘Cause she bad so maybe she won't
Uh, but shit, then again, maybe she will
Do it for the realest niggas
In the fuckin' game right now, she will
Do it for the realest niggas
In the fuckin' game right now, she will
Maybe for the money and the power
And the fame right now, she will
Do it for the realest niggas
In the fuckin' game right now, she will
[Outro: Drake]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real."
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel (I feel like the sky is opening, and I'm get to it)
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
(Feel like like the world is falling and I am rising)
'cause she bad, so maybe she won't
Uh, but shit then again maybe she will
Carter 4 Tunechi
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
I think I love herEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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No quitter Go Getta[Intro]
Michael Phelps, this for you, baby!

[Verse 1]
I'm goin' for the gold, my heart is in control
My mind is on succeed and I am in the lead
Don't buy into the schemes, the science or strategy
Just giant N-U-Ts brings triumph and belief
I'm a lion or a dean, inspired by the green
Never tired or fatigued, never defiant to my team
Never lying on the thing until I'm lying on the thing
Hooked to wires and things; I'ma die as a king
If I don't do it now, I'ma try it again
And when I do accomplish it, I'ma try it again
I'm a riot, insane; I'm a lion, my mane
Hangs down to my strings and they're tied to the game
I stay dry when it rain, I'm tired of the fame
Got everything to gain and I'm proud of the pain
The pride and the plain, the wise and the strange
Denied by the sane; besides, we're the same
Who's guiding the train? Who's flyin' the plane?
Who's driving the lane? Who dies when it bang?
Who fires when it bang? Who lies in the aim?
Two lives in the drain; who cries when they sang?
You hide but you can't; you high but you ain't
I advise you to think; you'll find what you can't
Revive what you taint, survive what you paint
Super-size what you shrank: the fries and the drank
Admired as a saint, defined by my rank
Combined with my strength, my time and my length
I'ma iron out the kinks; yes, I'm on the brink
And in the eye of my wink, I'ma retire in the bank
[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm no quitter
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta
And I'm no quitter
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta
Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it
Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta

[Verse 2]
Victory consistantly
Train all year to be the enemy's misery
No stress visibly, neither does it enter me
I think positively; you can't harm me mentally
Not physically, not spiritually; you'll never get rid of me
I am the epitome of "this is what you did to me"
Nothin's what you did for me, nothin's what you give to me
I take whatever I'm visualizing, now break all of the limiting
Now shake all of the gimicking, the fakery, the trickery
"Nurse, how sick is he?" "Worse, I am sickening!"
I'll be at the finish line first, "how quick is he?"
I'ma make sure they mention me for the next century
I ain't with the bickering, I am full of dignity
I am full of energy, pull out the inner me
Or bull after dinner meat, I stood in the winter heat
It could be the end of me, but good be defending me
[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm no quitter
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta
And I'm no quitter
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta
Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it
Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta

[Verse 3]
I'm allergic to cheatin'
I hate failure and I'm in love with achievement
Above and beneath it, a hug when I greet it
My eyes on the prize and I love when I seek it
Done with the speakin', begun with the preachin'
Now pray, until I am one with the deacon
Now play, until I have won whatever we win
I play, until I have won, and then I re-win

[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm no quitter
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta
And I'm no quitter
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta
Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it
Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go gettaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy