"Free Weezy Album" (2015)



Glory lyrics - Lil Wayne

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 around my room
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 Lam, 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 the 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 girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a jeweller 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

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-boo, I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
I'm not accuser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's 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' art destroyed, this 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?

Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' 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

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, took you to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory

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 tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', 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

He's Dead lyrics - Lil Wayne

Dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead, sir
He's dead chap, that man's dead back there
It's worst that dead, his brain is gone

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

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

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 will always be the MF'er Wayne
I been lost conscious, I never regain
Bitches wanna sleep with my remains, lord

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

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)

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

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

Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie
I don't know if I'm comin' or going, Lord, I'm undecided
Throw flowers on my body, you allergic to pollen
Rest in peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten, 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

That man's dead back there
It's worst that dead, his brain is gone

I Feel Good lyrics - Lil Wayne

Tunechi, baby

Lord I think I'm ballin' too hard
And my girlfriend think she too much, all she do is get pretty
I get shit faced, don't we make a cute couple?
To a broke heart we look like 2 bucks
I gotta posse full of hittas 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
Bald like a butch bitch
Let's go on a shopping spree, take that shit to Goodwill
Money in the shoebox, what's up with all these shoeboxes?
Baby I'm my own boss, "Dwayne you gon' get you fired"

But I feel Good, I knew that I would, yeah, I feel Good
I'm smoking that good, I feel good 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
And these hoes is no good
But I got you, yeah

(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?" Ha
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 know it's gon' feel like a trumpet
I'm going home to my lil mama, she call me Big Poppa, she get hard dick and McDonalds
Cause she so tired of them Whoppers
I fucked her good so proper, she say my name in opera
I turn into a piranha and 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 and

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 stunnin' 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, these hoes is no good but fuck it I got you, fuck 'em I got you

And I feel good
Tunechi, baby, I feel good
Like diamonds on wood, yeah, I feel good my girl got that good girl, yeah
Girl yo pussy so good and these hoes is no good, but I got you yeah

My Heart Races On lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jake Troth)

[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 it, on
I'm racing on, if my heart races on

[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 momma, 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
Oh, momma 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

[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 if (I'm gone), on (I'm gone)
I'm racing on, if (I'm gone), my heart races on

[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’s so urgent
I purchased, 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 short cuts, no cheating

[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
(My heart right and my head ain't)
I'm racing on if (I'm gone), on, (I'm gone)
I'm racing on, if (I'm gone)
My (There’s nothing left but to fly, if you catch a feather just keep it) heart races on

[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, 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, pow

London Roads lyrics - Lil Wayne

(Weed and syrup, yeah)
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 everyday I'm on my Ariana grind
Erase I got that yay, I got that ladidadida
And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan
Lord I'm a free man like I come from Amistad
Know I come from Hollygrove, turnin' o's to octagons
I get money while I'm sleep, I dream that I'm in heaven
I dreamed I saw Lil Beezy, and smoked a gar with Wessy
All my niggas rest in peace, and my enemies rest pleasant
So when my niggas creep they catch 'em when they least expect 'em
Momma 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
We 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 he 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 their soul
Boy you go 0 to 60, I go 1 and 2 zero's
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
God damn, 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
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 4 cups, split a 4 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 ghost bust and we both bust, give no fucks
Take no stuff and take your stuff, then ho hunt for some choca
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 ones cards
Ms. Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer
Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimetres 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 would be no Weezy oh Lord


I'm That Nigga lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. HoodyBaby)

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, you love to hate

Crazy 'bout my money, pay me by the hundreds
I'm waitin', count it for me, I got all day nigga I ain't rushing'
Overpaid, fuck a budget, I'm overdue, I ain't budgin'
I want my bread, fuck the muffins, without my cream, I'm sour onion
I pour codeine in a LeBron Sprite
Pop a Percocet, I feel like Iron Mike
Strip club, I make 30k skydive
I get head on a high rise, my life awesome
I thank God momma didn't have an abortion
So every time I get paid she get a portion
I made a fortune, I'm havin' foursomes
Don’t have to force 'em

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, you love to hate

[HoodyBaby:]
Gon' 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

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

Crazy 'bout my money, psycho 'bout my money
Spiteful 'bout my money, snipe about my money
Kill you behind my money, I really need a lot of money
My bitch like nice things and my children grew out them Huggies
Yeah I pour codeine in a Jones soda
Pop a Percocet, I feel like Balboa
Roger that, 10-4, psh, man over
These sluts is on my nuts, I feel like granola
I pass time like a Backwood
I gets high off that good, but I land good
I'm flat-foot but dance good and kick ass good
These niggas can't hold me, I'm a handful

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, you love to hate

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 that nigga, I'm not them niggas
I'm that nigga, that nigga that nigga, I'm the nigga, yeah

Psycho lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Leah Hayes)

Psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down

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' till 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, body guard for my baby
Bobby Brown for my baby, lock it down for my baby
I knock that pussy out then I growl for my baby
Even psycho's 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 psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down

Girl I'm so crazy for you, I left my old lady for ya
Now she done went crazy, you know she be hatin' on ya
Say she gon' be waitin' for me, but 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 with ya, but I don't even know karate
But I know crazy
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
Shoulda said I never do, if she says pleasure boo
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
Your 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 its vroom vroom vroom
Nigga ridin' round checkin' doors, oh lord

Psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down

I never knew a girl would have me out here trippin'
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'

Psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'

Murda lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Cory Gunz, Capo & Junior Reid)

[Junior Reid:]
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner

[Lil Wayne:]
Real niggas say soo woo and such and such kill such and such
The street talking, 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 invested 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 worry you too worried
I faced my fears and told them motherfuckers y'all too gorgeous
Dread head from New Orleans
Where the youth dem got two choices
Shoot or get shot or a nigga choose for you
We murdered them

[Junior Reid:]
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner

[Cory Gunz:]
Yo, Tune point and I'm dusting niggas
I ain't talking lacing no marijuana
Soon as I hatch I reign like a quail
And I don't give 2 fucks I ain't a koala
My uncle gangsta but I make him nervous
All he see in my face is murda
Waste a burna is my waste a furnace
I'm pacing turners your face the thermos
First birthday wish was getting picked up
Shoot a nigga wake up on the wake up
Lay down and a model bitch ache up
Then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob
Play tough taped off of this day pub
Race off like some motherfucking make up
Take off looking for something to take up
Want the paper? Or you want in the paper?
Not horoscopes but in the horror scope
Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope
They gave my nigga 30 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 till I'm in the freezer stiff
Bitch

[Junior Reid:]
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner

[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 the chance he do the shit again
Pop the pills for the pain but still won't feel a thing
It's deeper than this rapper man the back soaking gang
Cartier frames got them looking at me strange
Why pre mostly heard in the rally same?
Lowkey can still get a brick off my name
Now I'mma tell you this here for my youngin and them
The same ones I help the corners with do numbers with
If there ever was a problem watch them pull up quick
Caught an L sticking to the script you know I switched
We now switch

[Junior Reid:]
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner
First degree murda
Beg dem nuh push it further
This a nuh beef weh make burga
The youths dem strapped with dem burner

Thinking Bout You lyrics - Lil Wayne

Uhh, Uhh, I was chilling on a set
With a fully automatic tec
Thinking bout you girl
I was, working my jugg girl
But I was still thinking bout you

Uhh, bow wow wow yippie yo yippie ya
Can't trust these dog ass hoes today
I say bow wow wow yippie yo yippie ya
Can't trust these dog ass hoes today
But I got one I really fuck with
She make 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 I'm loading one clip
Shoot a nigga sixteen times until I'm convinced
I got strawberry cocaine it's sweet as fun dip
You know I keep some nose candy for my young bitch
I love my young bitch
Cause she don't get me drama you don't want no drama
My goons wait for you to snap like some photo bombers
Yeah we leave a nigga flat we leave 'em horizontal
And then my lawyer tell you I don't own that morning hours

Chilling on a set
With a fully automatic tec
Thinking bout you girl
I was, working my jugg girl
But I was still thinking bout you
[x2]

It go U N L V
It go, it go U N L V
It go U N L V, U N LV
Uptown nigga living violent do I smell beef
I was chilling on a corner bout to get fucked up
My nigga T got a 40 and he brought two cups
That nigga Mack was chilling po was home talking on a phone
Lord it's been such a good year we need some Armor All
That nigga Hood he on a set he got his hoodie on
Euro's 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 tech 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 serve a fiend while I was

Chilling on a set
With a fully automatic tec
I was thinking bout you girl
I was, working my jugg girl
But I was still thinking bout you girl
[x2]

Without You lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Bibi Bourelly)

Tell 'em

[Bibi Bourelly:]
I done spend so many of my days without you
I done lost all my love and found no 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

Uh
How you doing? Me, I'm a mess
I feel powerless, hands around this bottleneck
Oh 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
Because 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

[Bibi Bourelly:]
I done spend so many of my days without you
I done lost all my love and found no 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

Uh
How you doing? 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 will time 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
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

[Bibi Bourelly:]
I done spend so many of my days without you
I done lost all my love and found no 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

Now you've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong
I'm left to live life alone, I'mma 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
I done spend so many, way too many
Of my days without you
I'm lost on my love
Love

[Bibi Bourelly:]
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

How you doing
I can tell
Yeah
How you doing
I can tell
You look like yourself
I'm by myself

Post Bail Ballin' lyrics - Lil Wayne

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 back yard
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 you
I gave a bad bitch a taste of the good life
She licked her lips twice and told me I'm yummier
Glass house on the block, 5 floors in it
Got a picture on the wall that costs 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 until I'm pourin' in more than M's
I'm courting in swimsuit models that don't know who I am
In foreign twins, I tell 'em that I star in films
My warrant clear as day like Doris is
When I ain't trippin', my lawyers is
So what the charges is? Put it on my tap, baller shit
I'm from the cell to the mall with this

Now tell them motherfuckers sign
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

Soon as I get home I'm going to get that brand new Bentley
I'ma honk the horn, riding past the penitentiary
And I'ma drive slow, riding past the elementary
Then give it to my woes, tell 'em, don't even mention it

One time for the hustlers and the young moms
My presidential is crunch time, looking in my son's eyes
Only time I see a upside
I tell him he gon' be a tough guy and never be a punchline
Tell him never wait in one line, tell him not even a lunch line
Pray more than some times
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 limbo
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 mil
It brought me to tears, I came home and brought me a crib
I walked through that bitch, strapped when it's dark in that bitch
And through hell and high water, I just walk through that bridge
I got a full cup of lean that I saw in the fridge
I started to swig, but ended 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 then pen

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'

Soon as I get home I'm going to get that brand new Bentley
I'ma honk the horn, riding past the penitentiary
And I'ma drive slow, riding past the elementary
Then give it to my woes, tell 'em, don't even mention it
Soon as I get home I'm going to get that brand new Bentley

Pull Up lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Euro)

That's how I raised em' lord, them niggas crazy

[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 this casket he look deformed
I got bitches on my dick

[Euro:]
I got J's at my door
I got shooters on my team
I got feds down my throat
Counting money dirty and clean
Smokin nothing but Irene
Got a bitch with good hygiene
I'm sick with it no vaccine

[Lil Wayne:]
I got coke under my nails
I got niggas takin them L's
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

[Euro:]
You do you I'ma do what it do
Niggas dropping dimes in a 2-6-2
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

[Lil Wayne:]
Nigga who is you
I looked in the mirror said, "Ooh it's you"
All my goons be too enthused
So don't open your mouth like you're chewing glue
Light blue Michael Jordan's
My shoe get checks like swoosh
Hear you niggas talking about what you going 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
With 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

[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

[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 meat, nigga I'm a butcher
If you want beef, nigga I'm a butcher
My niggas wanna eat, nigga I'm a cook ya
If you with your bitch and your bitch want me
Nigga I'ma pull up like a trigger and she's the bullet
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'ma 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 moving, the bitch I'm with bad
I'ma pinch her in her booty and bitch it's Lil Tunechi
Aw yeah aw yeah fuckin right

[Euro & Lil Wayne:]
Always had my gun in fights
Always had the upper hand
You the always call your brother type
Hard head all my fuckin life
Whole world in my fuckin hand
Damn my girl just pulled up
Will pull out to my bubble plan
But fuck it man like what you sayin
Look, I'm not sayin but I'm just saying

[Lil Wayne:]
Fuck nigga pull up, I'll be waiting
Lord knows I'll be waiting for you
Me and my young niggas
That's how I raised em

[Lil Wayne:]
Fuck nigga pull up
My young niggas stood up
Like fuck nigga what up
Blookah, blookah, blookah
I say, fuck nigga pull up
I'll be waiting with my foot up
Fuck nigga good luck
Blrrt, blrrt, blrrt

[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 going
I put the gun in his mouth
I say be quiet and breath soft
Shifty eyes I see four
Flip them pies like DDOS
These bitches tired they sleepwalk
Brilliant mind I'm street smart
And deep thought, and we are
What she want, and she want
And he don't, but keep on and we gone see

Fuck nigga pull up [x2]
I'll be waiting
While you waiting nigga
Fuck nigga pull up [x3]
I'll be waiting for you
Me and my young niggas
That's how I raised em lord
Them lil niggas crazy
They just waiting for me to tell them to go crazy boy
What am I waiting for

Living Right lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Niggas that's me in that nice ass house
Butt-naked bitch with a nice ass
Walking around saying "you got a nice ass house"
My phone keep ringing though, my bad
I think my girl got me on Spycam, now
My homies call cocaine white trash
Charge you double just to take my trash out
I can not fuck with you bitch, cause you gon' get a nigga busted
Worrying 'bout the wrong things while I'm hustling
Put the dick up in your mouth while it's running bitch don't ask no questions
Soon as I heard they said "young nigga killed it"
Cause I go too hard I eat beats, mmm scrumptious delicious
You chewing your kidneys I hope you see blood in when you pissing
And we run up in your house on Christmas, and don't ask no questions
Just shoot whoever's present, why they open their presents up
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
Shoot out 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 would 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 lying in some pussy
While fools out here dying over pussy, and that’s what I don’t understand

Cause a young nigga living right
Young nigga living right
(Nigga) Yeah a young nigga living right
A young nigga living right
Don’t get me wrong, I had to get it right
But now a young nigga living right
Bitches see me and start getting right
Because they know a nigga living right
(You see)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Standing on the top I got a
Lot of observations
Young nigga lot of options
You, you
Running through a check
Buying all the champagne, been blowing up the net
And setting all the trends, showing niggas what’s next
I was drinking coffee, smoking weed on the jet
Probably with your wifey, getting her back for pillow talk, but we ain’t talking
Getting top, I’m laying on top, swear to God I had a chopper
Now the gun biz are the friends hopping out of helicopters
I be rolling out the doctor’s wishes
Counting up the money, kicking out the bitches
Cause they all up on you but be gone when it get real
Bitches ain’t shit but a brick to your windshield
Shows in the evening, business meetings in the morning
(Hooo)
Goons on deck, don’t make a nigga sic ‘em on ya
(Go, go, go)
Niggas talking 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 mornings I got meetings with my lawyer
Arguments I’ll never be a part of
Love pussy and some good conversation
And that money, we don’t ever see a shortage
Nigga run up on me, he gonna be a goner
Bruce Wayne whip, I got a new favorite bitch
I got a joint I just rolled, I got a Liu Kang kick
I gotta do it big, it’s just how I do things
(Uh)

Cause a young nigga living right
Young nigga living right
(Nigga) Yeah a young nigga living right
A young nigga living right
Don’t get me wrong, I had to get it right
But now a young nigga living right
Bitches see me and start getting right
Because they know a nigga living right
(You see)

My homie got the pistol and he might spazz out
Light span, mothafuckin’ light span
That shit all depend on how tonight pan out
Oh, I said 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 starting to get jealous of my own reflection
The young nigga sexy, a young nigga healthy
A young nigga flexing, I’m counting my blessings
Achoo, God bless me, thank you, you’re welcome
I talk 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 said “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 there still slangin’ that shit
Keep my distance, I can’t take that risk, I hope they understand

Cause a young nigga living right
Young nigga living right
(Nigga) Yeah a young nigga living right
A young nigga living right
Don’t get me wrong, I had to get it right
But now a young nigga living right
Bitches see me and start getting right
Because they know a nigga living right
(You see)

White Girl lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jeezy)

Please have my money on time, please have my money on time
Cuz my niggas is runnin' salons, just to shoot up baby moms
Trap house jump out the gym, trap house jump like LeBron
It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange
Call a 16 Montana, 8 a Steve Young, and 4 a Brett Favre
My plug name is Hector but back in his country they call him HectĂ²r
She strip everyday but Sunday cuz she still make time for the lord
Got a red dot on top your head, like I got your ass on record
Don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
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
Cuz I'll have you playin' scrabble with your tongue nigga
I'm Mick Jagger as a young nigga
Pourin' pink panther in a punch nigga
Think faster than these dumb niggas
We serial killers, you can get your captain crunch nigga
Hey, its Lil Wayne nigga
I been this shit since Lil Zane nigga
Tell the cops I ain't no name giver
Icicles on my finger from cocaine blizzards
Hey, its Lil Wayne nigga
I'm in the buildin' bout to hang pictures
I'm a ruler its a game of interest tryna make a mil and make a meal in the same kitchen

Please have my money on time, please have my money on time
Cuz all my niggas ex cons, and we'll go right back like the spine
Please have my money on time, please have my money on time
It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange
Please back it up one more time, girl
You act shady and I'll put this dick where the sun don't shine

Girl, girl, I got that white, girl
Girl, girl, I got that white, girl
I got that white, that blonde haired blue eyes
I'm sellin', I'm sellin', hurry up and buy
Hurry up and buy

[Jeezy:]
Cocaine Mulsanne
Blow em back, do it 'fore I switch lanes
Four clips, two things
Pardon me I'm bout to switch chains
Bag full of rocks, I'mma rockstar
By my first block I'mma blockstar
I loaned everything on the road nigga
Only thing I ain't drove is a cop car
Mr. All Black is back
And you know the floor hard, nigga cook crack
You mean the floor hard like cooked crack?
Damn right cuz I used to cook crack
Aye, 46 for the 28, 14 for the 18
See them hitters in that black van
Gold chains and a chopper like the A-Team
Nowadays everybody got a plug nigga
You know hoes say Julio
Only birds that your flippin' nigga
Is the ones in the studio
Designated driver nigga
Damn right boy them units got a chauffeur
I can't sleep without it nigga
Damn right gotta chopper by the sofa
Look at me whippin', I'm confident and cocky
If this was a category I would be rocky
Say you lookin' for that comeback look no further
Shit comin' back tan, that's that coco butter
Them 10's, them 20's, them 50's, them 100's
Lost a bag on the road I was sick to my stomach
That Britney, that Iggy Azalea I'll tell ya
Intercepted the package so I'll never mail ya, I'm gone

Please have my money on time, please have my money on time
Cuz all my niggas ex cons, and we'll go right back like the spine
Please have my money on time, please have my money on time
It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange
Please back it up one more time, girl
You act shady and I put this dick where the sun don't shine

Girl, girl, I got that white, girl
Girl, girl, I got that white, girl
I got that white, that blonde haired blue eyes
I'm sellin', I'm sellin', hurry up and buy
Hurry up and buy

Pick Up Your Heart lyrics - Lil Wayne

She on her back screaming she love me
And I'm in her pussy thinking about money
I done forgot what all my old hoes look like
But they see me with my new bitch make them miss the good life
I move 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
I hop in my Phantom and drive to my phone start roaming
Lord I don't want to talk to nobody I want my moment
Please pardon my rest room but Tunechi got the longest shit list
My pockets are pregnant they up early with morning sickness
I swear I been through so much but that's life I get high it don't phase me
They ask how do you sleep at night I reply like a baby, bitch
I been outchea doing me by myself nigga no special features
Its all about the Benjamin no disrespect to Aretha

But I got to get that paper baby, that paper baby, that paper baby, that paper baby
Cause this game fuck everybody, this game fuck everybody
Got to get that paper baby, that paper baby, that paper baby
Cause these streets fuck everybody, these streets fuck everybody
Gotta get my paper baby, my paper baby, my paper baby
Cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody
Got to get my paper baby, my paper baby, my paper baby
Cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody
And I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up wait, I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more no
But I got to get my paper baby

Perfect attendance on the block I'm booming
When it's cold, when it's rain, when it's muggy, when it's hot, when it's humid
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
She give me pussy and her income tax
I send my goons to rob the dope man
They bring it back now I'm the dope man
Suitcase, dead body in the suitcase
Molly in the Kool-aid, we put molly in the Kool-aid
I'm still watching boot legs 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
I'm on a new wave
I been wilding in these streets mamma but still remember everything you said to me
Don't believe these hoes they be lying through they teeth mamma toothache

Oh lawd, I got to get that paper
Cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody
And I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up wait, I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more no

Wait bitch
I hop in my Bentley and drive until my phone start roaming
Lord I don't want to talk to nobody I want my moment
I use 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 come to a stage in my life and I just can't let my life move me upstage
Tuxedo on and a cummerbund, finger crossed behind my back

On the corner watching my money come
Cause I got to get that paper baby, that paper baby, that paper baby, that paper baby
Cause this game fuck anybody, this game fuck everybody
Got to get my paper baby, my paper baby, my paper baby
Cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck everybody
And I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up bae, I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up wait, I don't want to do it no more no
Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more

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 got to be done
But I guess I oughta take credit for something
Yesterday I met a woman on the stairs that wasn't there
She wasn't there today, I really hope she go away
(These hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody
I don't want to do it no more no)
Cause you know sometimes that last doesn't happen at first
I'm the pimp and the problem
She said you don't think of me when I know you think too much
(I don't want to do it no more
These hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck everybody
And I don't want to do it no more)
She said I think you think I think you think of us
(I'mma get this paper baby, I'mma get this paper baby)
She said she wanted sprinkles I said sprinkles are for winners
Free Weezy
Mula!

Street Chains lyrics - Lil Wayne

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 teli 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 eeh
Same old song I don't dance
Heater on my waist hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying 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

And life ain't nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away
You know the haters come in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
That's why I had to get a little more trunk space
Gotta insurance on the trap house, Allstate
Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the trap house pumpin' like an 808
Boom like an 808

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 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 schedule
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 yo' whole fucking block red
And 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 wanna talk, bitch I don't wanna 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 morning, before I even yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little 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't's
Lord please, Kilo's OZ's
Cause my bitch act like 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 brincle, my sweet soda pink
I'm a freak-show to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, hope my bartap 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 yo' 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'mma shine, like Connery

And life ain't nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away

mixtape: "Sorry 4 The Wait 2" (2015)



Coco lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Intro:]
(Juice 808)
Look what you made me do
Me! That's who
I'm sorry for the wait, I'm sorry for the wait (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!

[Hook 1:]
Woo! Oww
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 send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof
Fuck it, this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
I ain't trippin; I got Barbie, I got Drake too
I send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof
Then they come through and sit it on my coffee table
Boop

[Verse 1:]
Who kept this shit together? Nigga, me, that's who
Who was there when niggas left us? Nigga, me, that's who
Cash Money is a army, I'm a one man army
And if them niggas coming for me, I'm going out like Tony
(Bap-bap-bap-bap)
Now I don't want no problems, I just want my money
Ain't gotta hold no conversation, nor my luggage
Tell whoever's countin' that I'm on a hundred
Woo, Birdman Jr. - more like Ugly Duckling

[Bridge:]
Takin' over, now I'm takin over
Think it over? Bitch, I'm thinkin' forward
I'm sippin' lean out a glass, nigga
All I got is Young Money, no more Cash, nigga

[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
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 send my goons to kill somebody, 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
(Money talks)
Lord I must got blurry vision, a nigga's got two faces
Lord, this game is a vampire
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'm a ball out
The day you met me is the day Hell froze
On the day I left is when it thawed out
I'm still in the buildin', I just had to knock a couple walls down
Had to kick y'all out
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!

[Hook 3:]
And this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
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
You've been down since day one, it meant nothin' on day two
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
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...

Shit Freestyle lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Intro]
I'm so sorry, so sorry
This, this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2, and I'm so sorry

[Hook]
Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, Glock 40 for them fake niggas
Throw a party everyday, nigga, that's an ordinary day, nigga
Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi casa su casa
My choppa go doom da-da dai-yai-yai-yada

[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 going have to give they styles back
I say "you too cray", she said "you too humble"
I say "you too, bae", she said "you too sweet"
Then I asked her do she go both ways
She say "they do say love is a two way street"
I said "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 too fingers I'm at peace, word
I smirk when I squeeze, trigga smart, street smart
I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm unique
Did my time in 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 is 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 you 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, yo, bitch, Tunechi, 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 then nylon
So keep my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
Looking up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only live twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you fight crime
I'm from a place where the high crime rate like Iran
We put yo 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 try mine
Spittin' like I'm sipping cyanide while my bitch sip on mai tai
But she wine fine, and I'm so sorry, she said "don't be sorry"
Then she said "don't apologize for shit cause you the shit
And we know Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"

[Hook]

[Intro]

Trap House lyrics - Lil Wayne

Oh yeah little Tunechi got it jumpin' like Jordan
These pussy ass niggas can't guard me
These rookie ass niggas still crawling
These lookin' ass niggas eye ballin'
These hooking ass bitches eye balling
But I got a bad bitch at home cooking dinner
Hi honey, I'm home, I'm starving
These crooked ass cops still winning
Black mad family still mourning
Black president ain't do nothing
We need a real nigga up in that office
Got the White House jumping like Jordan
Got the crack house jumping like Jordan
I want my new house bigger than Jordan's
With a backyard bigger than the forest
Like "ooh!" bear I'm jumping like Jordan
Hoes at the door and they arguing
This dick is a super star, they want stardom
My life like Bailey and Barnum
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
Chopper sitting 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 rambo
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 set records
Lil Tunechi got me back like Kobe
Niggas stab me in the back I owe 'em
Got a house on the hills
Now a nigga gotta deal with mountain lions and coyote
See me? I keep that Semi, and friendly? I can't be friendly
Freckles them bullet holes look like freckles you look like Wendy's
Cops in the hills jumping like Jordan
I can't swim but I'm throwing pool parties
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 jumping' 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 an orchid
Young nigga gonna treat her 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 till 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, I Pearl Harbor
She's so down with this New World Order
Fuck the shit outta her in a sauna
Sweat her hair out, she look like Al Sharpton
Got a goon named Fernando
At the front door of 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 likes hoes
Oooh, 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 drink lean like water
Young nigga smoke weed like Marley
Young nigga on the moon like Warren
Young nigga on his shit like a charmin
My bitch got a rack like Dolly Parton
Fuck her all night to some Marvin
Fall asleep in the pussy good lordy
Woke up in a new Bugatti good morning
Young nigga got guns goodluck
Nina ross say me so horny
Lil Tunechi at the top its so lonely
Got bad pockets never-roni
I'm with a model bitch she so bony
Got to shook shoot up its so foamy
I just cooked this up its still hot
You could still smell the kitchen on me
Nigga I 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 sorry
She say damn why you can’t call me
Cuz they be taxing for that roamin'
She a tan bitch she orange
I can’t stand a snitch an informant
Niggas cook crack on a Forman while you all boys was still sparing ohh

This that Sorry for the Wait 2
Tell the dead homies you pray to you’re on your way too
That the truth is hard to swallow you got fake juice
Even Slick Rick the ruler know I break rules, ohh
Got the gas out shootin' like Jordan
I 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 have time for quickies
That’s why my bitch been so bitchy
I’m outchea tryin' to get me
I’m coming back out jumping like I’m Jordan
I’m 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, ohh

Selsun Blue lyrics - Lil Wayne

[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 you

It's all about the Young fuckin' Money
It's a war in these streets, I need a Humvee
The 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 till his gums bleed
Oh Lord, Public Enemy, Chuck D
Me with no money is 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"
Stackin' 100 dollar bills in a scrunchie
Oh Lord, kamikaze kidnappin' killers
Screamin' fuck the other side
She ride the dick, the dick gone 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 sing 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, rainbow 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 bees in my hive
I 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
Tellin' niggas that be hatin' we ain't messin' round
They just bark, and they just fake, and they gone 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
Pockets on inflate
Got the yay locked down like Kim K
I been sippin' codeine since 10k
I been cussin' while I'm bussin', die motherfuckers, oh Lord

[Hook]

Used To lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)

[RiFF RAFF:]
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?

[Drake:]
Yeah, sound sound sound
Real 6 side shit
Sickos, ah man

[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 gone say your name on them airwaves
They gone 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 gone hit 'em with the wham once again
I'mma always end up as a man at 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
Yea, like there it is there man, whoop
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
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

[Hook - Drake:]
I ain't felt the pressure in a little while
It's gonna take some getting used to
Floatin' all through the city with the windows down
Puttin' on like I used to
They never told me when you get the crown
It's gone take some getting used to
New friends all in their old feelings now
They don't love you like they used to man

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
Steppin' on to squish a roach like a steppin' 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 an iPhone 6
Fuck my nigga Terry for a new Blackberry
You can buried for an ounce of Katy Perry
I was only five but still remember the drought in '87
Lord tell 'em bitches I ain't got no time 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 blood start shootin' that's B-roll bitch

[Hook - Drake & Lil Wayne]

[RiFF RAFF:]
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 know more motherfucking questions, we ain't doing no interview

No Type lyrics - Lil Wayne

Cuz I ain't got no type
But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite
Counting dirty money all night, where the wipes?
I like my Swisher Sweets, fat as fuck, with cellulite
My bitch got a wife, got me walking round' feeling like Dolemite
These niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line
There pockets saying vacant, and my shit saying occupied

Bad bitch on my team
Bad bitch on my team, just like Katniss Everdeen
Got lipstick everywhere
I got it shaking on this dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick like a electric chair, lord
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 lying
She pretty like the bride of Frankenstein
She kill it like she married to the mob
I can't let one of these hoes let me down, mama
She said don't worry son I help you make one
Cuz these hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades
Don't let it blow up in yo face
Had to buy my dick a barricade
And a mothafuckin' K9, now
Diamonds in my teeth, I'm eating carrot cake
So hard for me to put on a fake smile
Had to buy my dick a barricade
And a mothafuckin' K9, now
I got cocaine, I got cigarettes
I don't do neither, except my bitch request
She like bad boys, I'm her crook in the neck
Her suicide note say she love me to death
For her Lewinsky is so critical
And I didn't mean to get political
I watch her, let figure slither
But I don't look into her snake eyes

I ain't got no type
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 around feeling like Dolemite
And these niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line
Their pockets saying vacant, and my shit saying occupied
But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite
I been counting dirty money through the night, where the wipes?
I like my swisher sweet, fat as fuck, that's how you like
My bitch got a wife, got me walking around feeling like Dolemite
And these niggas talking crazy, and they don't get out of line
I'm sorry for the wait, til I drop Tha Carter 5

Fingers Hurting lyrics - Lil Wayne

She live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said, "okay, don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I said 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
Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurting
Let my bitches help me, before they leave I check they purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and these verses
Whippin' in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off
I'mma get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch by the curb and like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her pussy taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a fur ball
Fuck the other side nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait I 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
Gotta let 'em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi, bitch
Bop bop bop
Fuck with me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I'm home from the slammer, was gone for the 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 going
Like the House of Deréon
This plane that I'm on is private, my very own
So no checkin' my carry-ons
She sent the picture naked, I said it's on
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 and put this dick back in your mouth please
I don't see nothin' wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi motherfucker tighter than a pinch nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, said I couldn't get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of bein' a virgin
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
Beggin' up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my bitches help me, 'fore they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbance
Got me 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', talkin' 'bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
We yellin' suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Yeah, you hear us yellin', suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Blood gang, nigga
And it's the Sorry 4 the Wait 2
And I'm so sorry for the wait too
Sorry for the wait, I 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, bitch

Hot Nigga lyrics - Lil Wayne

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 breadwinner
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 him
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

My nigga Chaz Ortiz in this bitch with me
Young Mula!

Hollyweezy lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Flickering lighter]
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood

Uhh
Hollygrove, Hollywood,
Hollygrove, Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood

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

Hollygrove, Hollywoood,
Hollygrove, Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
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 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 ridin my dick
She swerve cause another
Bitch grabbin 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
Everyday 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 yo' photography
I react violently
Make sure your camera
Get my good side of me
Lawwwd
I come from Hollygrove
Hollywood should make
A movie 'bout Hollygrove
Whoo
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
Bapapapapapapapa
I ain't finna shoot and
Tell 'em don't check the gate

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
Hollygrove, Hollywood,
Hollygrove, Hollywood
Hollygrove ain't far from H-Town
We used to drive back and
Forth with the work prayin
Lord please don't
Let this car break down

[Laughs]
H-Town
Lawwd
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
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
Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Cut

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