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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)
+Long as these bitches love me235EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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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]
+Rip rip, nigga1.6KEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Talking to each other again?121EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat130EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm gone111EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah62EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+How to love, how to love94EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+She— She lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop)24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve63EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+She— She lick me like a lollipop52EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+(Pump that bass)17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Will I die or go to jail today?61EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Let it fly31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+(Can't be broken)23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+I got 'em359EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!
+In the new house, we got the twap208EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Believe, believe (One)18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Tunechi21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+But you already got to me18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Forget the bullshit and remember me23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!
+C3!36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Dedication 6 yes Lord21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+Cut14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+@LilTunechi, follow the leader Bitch!7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!
+Hahahaha!37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+5!31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+That's my trippy kit, yea25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+(And I bump my head when I stand up)166EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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...
+As it is, shawty17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?)
+Oh-ho-oh20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Holla at ya boy20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Ain't making it through to your heart16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Scoob in this bitch with me?7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I need to smoke a cigarette17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Push me to the edge15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Ya13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+No Ceilings28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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!
+August 29th...22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Holla at your boy4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Just let it breathe tune22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Uh-huh19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?
+I'll give you a whole bottle of it to your face, nigga28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+[Intro/Outro]11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+And I'm so sorry, so sorry157EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+224EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm out16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+And I'm sorry for the motherfucking wait—Tunechi!20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+You leave your home for days and days7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+As your eyes close and mines bleed, I need Vizine23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Everybody know to fuck with me cuz I got it18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Perfect strangers11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Boom B-Boom B-Boom, they say34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+With you and only you15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+Go DJ33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+But fuck it, more ones14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I'ma put you out38EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+He's good34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+D6!8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down, aah!12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Demon with demands, demon with demands10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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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
+Mula!42EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+Funeral10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+And a mothafuckin' K943EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+And I’ll kiss y’all on y’all forehead, out19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Kill your senorita and and your fucking Mama Mia13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+C3, 3Peat24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+Thank you28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Funeral9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+They don't want us to see, but we already know25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Made her kick rocks, blow haze from ziplocks uh13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+So we can menage to Nicki, ooh41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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!
+Wait38EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+Sorry 4 The Wait, woo31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Give to the star, it's 6, the reward14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+CB fuck with me!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Mula, best ever, one hunnit6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+"So, there you have it. The overwhelming answer was ... Kobe Bryant"15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Tunechi, I had to Dedication 5 it6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Now can I eat you? Can I eat you?5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+In other words, the nigga dead15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+S-R-Y for the W-A-I-T, bitch36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Future fuck with me!6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Tunechi!10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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'
+Ooh, mahogany15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+No Ceilings, motherfucker28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!
+You thought we was playing for real?18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+Haha! OK, let's do it13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+We makin' love like money13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+Bitch screamed when the dick was halfway in her9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm by myself29EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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?"
+Haha, bitch, I'm the best7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Gone25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+What am I waiting for?34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Nigga28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+In case that mirror breaks2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+What up Five30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?
+Yeah15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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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
+Gone!32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+C570EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Smoke good weed11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Come and make it Wayne down on me3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Mula21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+And I'm so sorry for the wait, yeah37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Welcome4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+If anybody else want it, $60,000 a verse7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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')
+Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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....
+Weezy!11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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'
+All my girl got is some heels and a lil towel on9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Haha!20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+No Ceilings23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I met the Birdman and I been shining ever since, like that20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+That's some six shit7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+I'm not dead, I'm alive23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Do-ah, do-ah-ooh10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+On my truck right I don't give a fuck boy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I should've known you would cross me9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Is anybody out there!?4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+You know every day we sick5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Man, man53EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Boyz 2 Menace8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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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
+Ooh, this that Sorry 4 The Wait Deuce28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I pull that freedom of my waist, now watch me let freedom ring, ding10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+My flow just grew legs and walked out—bye12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Hurry up and buy26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?
+D41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Booty on bubble, titties so fuckable14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Future fuck with me!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+Hahahahaha!16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+We straight, sorry for the wait4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+That's some sick shit13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Well, you’re gonna get shot with them both21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+No Ceilings!9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Just knock me out12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+G—G-U-D-D-A, propane flow10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+No Ceilings27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Hook: Future]5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+The World'll Hear U Say Ayyy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I pour up a lot17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Sorry for the wait, 'til my album drop24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Get 'em17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Eastside!7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+No ceilings11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Tunechi7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Thing's for sure5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Weezy Baby, the God, amen—gone!12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Oh yeah... Young Mula Baby5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!
+I'm gone28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Thots shall never ever thot again2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+Young Mula baby5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I hear us comin', six shit2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+That's all I have!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[Refrain]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah, Young Money2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+I'm like, "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?"14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+'Cause I got everything, bitch4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I was-2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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:
+Belfast10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+No Ceilings30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Produced by Reazy Renegade]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+They pushed the album back, fuck25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Young money1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!
+Haha26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm Weezy13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Take your tap out, no ceilings12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+C35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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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
+I got your bitch dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Weezy F. Baby and the "F" is for forever, boy!6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!
+Haha!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Hold up2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Amen7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Drop topping, head bopping2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Another one4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?
+Weezy5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+The Carter, the Carter, the Carter7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?)
+Oh-ho-oh2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+No ceilings3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Ungrateful3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+How my trigger finger still itch, pewm3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+I'm stuffed1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+That was a Fee and Weezy Baby collabo4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm out!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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:
+It's Weezy Not-The-Father Motherfuckin' Baby12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Funeral5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+   3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I'mma good lookin’ rapper I ain't tryin’ to stunt8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+Tell her to drive it to Africa (What?)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm Mister YNT, nigga13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+No Ceilings25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+This kind of love3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+And you should throw that ass back to me right now2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm the, the-the, the-the, the Best Rapper Alive17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Ben B's on the beat11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Sorry for the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+(There's some whores in this house)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Another one2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+Mula, baby!7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I'ma take your girl6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Alright2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!
+
+I'm a motherfuckin Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire... (repeats 4x)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Hook]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+This one, this is the Carter beotch!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?"
+He say "Damn, my nigga, never mind"3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+No Ceilings10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+One time for Mack Maine and Nicki Minaj, let's go (Go)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm Goooooood22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+You don’t want it27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+This ain't paradise6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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"
+Say "I love you baby" [repeat until fade]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Mo' fire21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Boom, boom, boom25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Melt in your mouth not in your hand9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+Feed me rappers or feed me beats3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Where the fuck is the ceilings?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Quiet Storm in the building14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+No Ceilings 3, Euro, Hoody Baby, Gudda Gudda3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Tyga manEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Ho I'm a dog, ask dem hoes about me17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Bitch we the bidness, 5-star gangsta, moola, crazy5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+So all alone3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook]9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I ain't get no pussy though4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+And I'll fuck this up today, straight up10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+Yeah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+You dig?2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Yea.. ha1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+No Ceilings 32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Mula Gang2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Can't stop now cause that ain't me2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!
+[Hook]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I be gettin' to the money2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Hear that5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!"
+I'm the best—no shit! Weezy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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...
+
+[Hook x4]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Fuck these niggas, I ain't stuntin' these niggas4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Real love2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Gangsta Gri-Zillz!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+P-P-Poker face2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Mula, baby4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+
+D5! Whattup 5!?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Weezy3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Come straight from the homeless town, this game belong to Carter now, bitch3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Drought 310EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I wish a motherfucker would trip this year2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!
+
+[Hook]7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti...8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I'ma be alright2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+It like its hot   4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I know1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I got 'em so mad, but, "Oh, I think they like me" (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+'Til yesterday14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Lil Wayne3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Keep playing1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+Weezy Fuckin'10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+If there's no finish line, then who's the real winner?4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+It’s Young Money salute2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm gone3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+They lost3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Whores, haha!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I’m Gudda Gudda bitch, thats what they call me man6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Peace5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Holla back1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Tell my lawyer to tell a judge that I’m guilty7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Bitch1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Rich ass nigga...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Only real competition is myself2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!
+Young Moolah baby...3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?
+You crazy, say "The baby"3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook]5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Now end this shit2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+Bling, bling2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Lil Wayne the greatest, Young Money, 'pon your head2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Ain't no more squad in me, unh1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?)
+So wat you want me to do?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Da, da, da, da, da3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+'Till you get that understood1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Now get ya hustle up2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Bitch get your mind right, Bitch get your mind right2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+No, no, staying awake4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+"do it again"(X3)10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm that cold nigga2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+This game belong to Carter now, bitch17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Aphilliates Radio2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+I’ve always ate em alive (I ate em alive)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?)
+Welcome to the zoo, you are in the zoo2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Bless up!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+If you don't like it suck a sick dick1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Weezy!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Die without you, die without, you3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+Young Moolah, baby2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Falling in the deep end2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Weezy, allergic to wintertime - Hot4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+So that's our lifeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+That 0, nigga, that 4, nigga19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Young money5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Weezy F. Baby2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Piece of something, motherfucker!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+
+Aye!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I melt pictures, Tyga skin ain't drippin1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+No Ceilings 32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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"
+I'm a MADE nigga1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+CelebrateEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Hook]/[Intro to "Myspace"]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Got bad ass bitches in my house tonight3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Because they put that on you when you die1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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 ..
+Do you really shout out Devona?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+Featuring Jay Jones, No Ceilings 32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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...
+Lord I'm so tired of being her side bitch3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+You know the name, bitch1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Help! Help!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Anyway dog, aiight holla!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Checkout Lil twist new single as well1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+I call your girl Amber Rose, yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+
+[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I am not a human being1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+(come up on a check to get my mind right)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+One time for CJ, OVO Crew, let's go!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Oh3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+No Ceilings 32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+GUDDA!8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+Lil Wayne and DJ Khaled!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+I think it's time for us to, time for us to...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Tunechi9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!
+
+[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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 ?
+[Repeat hook & Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Don't you dare, ha2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+(Car Alarm Goes Off)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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...)
+[Refrain]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Cause these thing over 50 a piece1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+My nigga, my nigga3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Hook]5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Cuz my girl is lookin' way good2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+And the way it's supposed to be, oh, oh, oh, oh2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Li- Lisa Marie2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+(Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum... Bu-bu-bu-bu)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Young Mullah baby2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+On a one way trip to you1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Everyday with every pistol12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+The witch and the angel8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Hit him in his left leg, have him walking crazyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Just you and me, just you and me3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Hook: DreEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Velvet6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+OK9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Fucked the whole Cash Money click all in one night yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+This Young Money’s Obama3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+But he was working hard, he was working hard on Tha Carter VEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I keep a bad bitch skatin' like New-New1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?
+I'm Weezy F2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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!)
+Watch out! (Watch out!)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Holla backEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Get shot, bitch3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+You know how we do it1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+[Outro with Lil Wayne talking]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook x2]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+Wassap, wassapEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I swear, but they say, it's just not true1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+So we took the fuckin' ceiling off3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Carter, Carter, Carter2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+No one like swagger like these four guys!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Hook x8]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+We can do what we do we grown3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+And I told em' it was all for the feeling2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+His back against the wallEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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'
+Come up missin', good riddance2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+And I fuckin rep1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+2005, YM mother fucker2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+Young mula crazy4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+Mula2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Birdman, J-R a period, holla at a nigga when you're serious shit2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Two for Millz nigga, Tunechi3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Mula baby3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+The best rapper alive, yeah now what you say?2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!
+Put niggas on mute like2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+
+No Ceilings3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+"School Of The Hard Knocks" I am just a student2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Word to cousin Rodney9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+
+[Bridge 3]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+
+[Chorus]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+No ceiling5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Got no wife but the white be my girlfriendEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Just the prize of the life4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+A-huh!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm green and yellow4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Young Money mothafucka, where that cheese at?4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah, Velvet1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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*}
+But she gotta pay!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Young Money motherfucker, where cheese at1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Fuck the world, not the people, damn!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?
+
+I don't know, If he is I'm gon' get some cookies1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Track record's impeccableEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Her, him, and me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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!)
+[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?)
+Squad1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+Handle your business big dog....Fa sho'!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Come and love me forever more1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook x2: Jazze Pha]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+(I like it)15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+YMCMB, get the spotlight quick2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+WhoaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm the Birdman jrEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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?
+Go to the next song4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I make my worst enemies wish the best for meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Huh, huh, huh, huhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Gangsta!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+[Outro: Baby]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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'
+Oh, ohEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+If I keep fucking with baby girl3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[Chorus]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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?
+
+[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Weezy Baby please say the babyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Blinded by the lightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I am the greatestEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?
+Million dollar questionEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Thats a good bookEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I could play the guitarEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+Believe DatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Carter IV on the way, August 29thEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+What3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+M-m-m-my lullaby2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+GuddaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Yall ain't ready.. yall ain't readyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Bitch holla!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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$y]
+Now once upon a time not long ago
+He was in the hospital and damn near broke
+And all he had was a mask and a Glock
+A box of baking soda and a couple of pots
+The streets was empty, the fiends was hungry
+He wanted to give em just what they wanted
+To get cheap coke all he needed was connect
+So he called his homie Wayne from the Hollygrove set
+
+[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
+Yes, then I got his call, I'll be on the way
+Don't worry about nothing but that money to be made
+Met up with Spitter we got the shit straight
+And I gave him the dope and I kept the yay
+Now we on the grind and the bitches know who we are
+I come through in the car like gosh
+My posture as delicate as fur, I'm all hers
+Cut niggas head like barbers, fruity ass niggas is Starburst
+Throw em in the ceiling fans
+Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking triggaman
+Yeah-Yeah, throw em in the ceiling fans
+Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking triggaman
+Yeah-Yeah the motherfucking triggaman
+
+[Outro]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Young Money Property[Verse 1: Curren$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
+With they fucking mouths up, south up!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I could play with that pussy like I play my guitar1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+(Mannnn, mannnnn, mannnnn, Lord I thank you for my Hit man)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Hah4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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!"
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Hook till end]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Gone5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+An say she took that dickEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Heavenly Father1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+And when your really rich then asparagus is yummy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+WhaaaaaaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook - Lil Wayne]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Truly I just want you to break me offEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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'
+
+[Outro: B.G.]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Ma, you finer than a wine cellar2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+And then you lift your protected you still can't fuck lil wayne1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Can show throughEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+And just chillEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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"
+I'm a made nigga1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+You say it's clever, I call it whateverEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!)
+Whooooadieee!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+This is not a dream, no this is real1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+B.Geezy, Lil Wheezy, Juvy, Two TymerEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+OK17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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...
+
+[Hook x2]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I Dont Wanna Live No More1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Hook x4]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+And I came from Down1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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...
+
+[Hook: Wyclef Jean]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Nigga1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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'
+Hahah14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+5!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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)
+I Play ThatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!)
+And Me Tryin To Take Me A Rude Gyal With MeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+(Mustard on the beat, ho)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Welcome2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+One3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+And I stay connected like an internet browser1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I told yaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Young Mulah, baby! Dirty Money1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Weezy F BabyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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'
+Tunechi, tell 'em that you grindin'1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Lay Up Under Hot Boy Get A Sun Tan
+I'm A One Man Band Hit The Drum Plan
+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
+Share Now Ya Girls Want Some, Girl Yea, Girl Yea, Girl Yea
+Girl Yea, Girl Stop
+This Is For All Of My Ladies, My Exotic Ladies, My Strippers, My F*cking Strippers, I Love My Strippers, I Love, See People Don't, People Don't, Think Of Ya'll As, Man I Always Think Of Ya'll As Everything.This Ones For You, Get It? This Ones, This Ones! I Love The F*cking Strippers One. Better Yet More Ones Please, Thank YouEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+No Ceilings1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+....EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+It's our yearEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+[HOOK]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+And then...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Like father like son boy...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+St. LouisN/AEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm single againEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+We straight, sorry for the waitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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?
+Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+You're my around the way girl, oh oh3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Dude:EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+
+Weezy... Baby... (bitch)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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?
+I miss you pops1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+But I get it inEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Come onEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Ya dig?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+It's Gangsta Grillz you bastardsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Mula2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!)
+Mpire, MpireEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Street lifeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+NowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Weezy Talkin]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+New OrleansEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+Ooo girl you nastyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+[Chorus}EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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?
+YeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Because me reppin youngmoney, me youngmoney..1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Good lookEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Su Woop, Su WoopEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I can do just anything whatever my soul desires1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I flip ya desk rip ya neck strong arm1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+The streets is gonna always be fucked upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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 ?
+?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Chorus15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+(Chorus)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Girl I just wanna keep you satisfied3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+(Chorus w/ minor variations)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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'
+Ha!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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!
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm just sayingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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!
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Fuck the world not the people, there1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+You may enlighten meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+But I know you only came to this page to read the Weezy lyrics so don't complain! lol1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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)
+(music to fade)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+[Hook: Stack Bundles 'til fade]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+(Chorus x2)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I call it whatevaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+(music to fade)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Gone1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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!
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+How You Like Me NowHttp://rap.genius.com/Lil-wayne-kush-lyricsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+Rob Nice Live On The RadioTell 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!
+Or perhaps you can help us out. If you have the lyrics of this song, it would be great if you can submit these. That will definitely help us and the other visitors!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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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+Or perhaps you can help us out. If you have the lyrics of this song, it would be great if you can submit these. That will definitely help us and the other visitors!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Mill!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Young Mula!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[End]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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....
+[Chorus x 3]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+"CAN YOU HEAR ME?" - Re stating the hook to make sure your attention was capturedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+[Rep My Hood Lyrics onEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Yeah...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+2+3,w kg 213EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Hook x2]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+On The WallTell 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!
+Or perhaps you can help us out. If you have the lyrics of this song, it would be great if you can submit these. That will definitely help us and the other visitors!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm a Make A MovieEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm a PI a'ight? A'ightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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!
+Yeah!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+BiiaaattccchhhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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!
+
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+MegamenGhmEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Upsong....EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+BitchEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+JnnuXEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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]
+That's cool Mama!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Got ItFive foot six nice size dick long ass hair you can pull my shit2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+I'm a shotta when I pop up withEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Cold BloodedBisEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+And I'm with Jay SeanEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+
+[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Oh, ah, err, oh, ow!)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+Shootin out the window saying Young Money, motherfuckerEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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'
+[Chorus: Lil Wayne]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+OpsOpsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+I'll Be Her EntreeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+New song 2014Lil wayne new song 2014EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!
+Huh!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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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
+**************************************************
+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
+Pow!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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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?
+[?]
+[?]
+[?]
+[?]
+[?]
+[?]
+[?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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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]
+
+
+X
+“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
+**************************************************
+Sex FacesTell 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!
+Or perhaps you can help us out. If you have the lyrics of this song, it would be great if you can submit these. That will definitely help us and the other visitors!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Iris is awesomeIris is the shitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Fly Talkin’ Go Home..EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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!
+Or perhaps you can help us out. If you have the lyrics of this song, it would be great if you can submit these. That will definitely help us and the other visitors!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Chi Chi[Missing Lyrics]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+Takeover games …EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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?
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My MomentTell 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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+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+MARKED FOR DELETION[ShovelBoye}
+I'm a shovel dude
+I'm a shovely guy
+
+I'm from the futurrr......EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+Haaan part 2...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Sippin’[Intro]
+
+
+
+
+[Verse: 1]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Red RoverLyrics not availiableEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+Long weekIts been a long week
+Off to bed now luv u guys but peace!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+But everythings so coolEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+How to kissHow to love beloved girlfriendEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Yapboz.EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+We Hustle (Solo OG)[Missing Lyrics]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Jades[EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Haaaan..EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+Lantern12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+How many Sins.VEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+Fink allFunk all this bichEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Phone.EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Round Table BeatsHttps://soundcloud.com/rtp_beats
+
+Https://www.youtube.com/c/RoundTableBeatsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+Pls delete thisHEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
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