Up Up And Away lyrics - Lil Wayne

Up Up And Away

Up Up And Away

Up Up And Away

I'm about to go up up and away

Dick in your mouth

Fuck what you say

You sweet as pie or muffin and cake

Dick in her mouth, I'm fucking her face

Live for the night, sleep in the day

Get high as fuck, sleep it away

I am a dog, you should keep in the gate

Pussy, hm, how sweet is the taste?

Gun to ya head, what ya peep gonna say

Weezy bitch, I'm deep in the space

Floating away like a leaf in the lake

I'm gone like delete and erase

Talk that shit, I walk that shit

Pills, weed, all that shit, if a bitch is bad

I'ma call that bitch

Get pussy, ass, all that shit

Hm, what they talking about

I go hard they soft as a couch

I'm running them in and walking them out

Cars so cold I park 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 bust in ya face

I ain't got nothing to say

But 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

Up up and away, up up and away

Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days

Weezy, Ya? where ya going? Up

You're going a little bit too far

(ha ha)

Ain't this a bitch, I just saw my bitch kiss a bitch

You're lucky I don't kill yo 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 gonna 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 wildin' out, then we're riding out, now your hiding out, honeycomb

I'm laughing to the bank like I just broke my fuckin' funny bone

Whats really good, five?

I'm over here smoking that really good, five

Eyes so high I look blind

But the stove on my waist cook fine

I be a nigga that took lives?

A nigga that'll take it outside

A nigga that'll take it to your crib

Take the baby out the crib and rape the housewives

I'm gonna get so wasted they gonna have to carry me out this bitch

I took over this rap shit, these rappers are just my hostages

Lets cut to the chase

My bitch no habla inglés

But I ain't got nothing to say

But 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

Up up and away, up up and away

Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days

Weezy, Ya? where ya going? Hah!

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

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 lightening struck that nigga

Stacks on deck, I'm rich as shit

I'm calling my bitch the shit

Walking 'round on my fucking 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 yo 5 dollar ass down, 'fore I make change

I'm pumping ya brakes

I'm jumping the gates

And I ain't got nothing to say

But up up and away

Weezy, where ya going?

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

I say

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

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 might tickle me or something

I need to smoke a cigarette

Novacane lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Kevin Rudolf)

Raindrops from the clouds

Sun lights up the sky

Hummingbirds do fly

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]

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’d 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

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]

You used to make me feel so good

Like I was on top of the world

I'm sorry that I gotta stay away from ya

But that's what the doctor preferred

My friends told me leave you alone

And I just told em leave me alone

It's sad how our thing had to end, our 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, ha

No Arm & Hammer in my Tony Montana and truth is

[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf]

I’d 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

[Lil Wayne - Verse 3]

Sweet sugar hill, yeah I used to climb her

I'd never imagined she turned out to be but a cheap thrill

That sweet turned sour, she gave me power

The world was ours, I used to feel invincible on that flower

But I had to change, yeah I had to change

So I left her for a bitch named Mary Jane

Now everything is cool, everything is 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’d 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

Raindrops from the clouds

Sun lights up the sky

Hummingbirds do fly

I Got Some Money On Me lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Birdman)

[Lil Wayne]

I got some money on me

I’m ’bout to kill these hoes

I don’t be politicing, I’m not political

Fuck you talkin’ bout, bitch I’m Kenneth Cole

My goons masked up, Ray Mysterio

Bitch, eat something, 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, BINGO

I’m a rich ass nigga, you bitch ass nigga

I’m from the school of hard knocks

You skip class nigga

Tell her buss that pussy open

Bend it over bring it back

Get some brain out that hoe and call that hoe a brainiac

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’ ’bout, 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 aiming for ya skully

Tell ‘em 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

[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 feeling 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 feeling 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

I’m on ome other sht, I’m stunting on them hoes

Bitch I’m smoking pot, like I’m on the stove

I’m in this bitch, bitch, I’m so Holly Grove

Them hoes treasure me, like a pot of Gold

Boy, you thin crust, fucking Dominoes

I’m laughing to the bank, this shit is comical

We do it real big, astronomical

I make her fall for me, bitch, Jeronimo

Now get it poppin for a nigga

Show me what you’re working with

I’m fly as a muthafucka bitch, no turbulence

Please know my niggas got them pistols for emergencies

I’m looking 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 laughing 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 running this shit, I don’t even need blockers

[Birdman]

Priceless, fresh off an island, hundred mill

Bitch we the bidness, 5 star gangsta, mula, crazy

mixtape: "Sorry 4 The Wait" (2011)

• Tunechi's Back lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Rollin' lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Throwed Off lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda)
• Gucci Gucci lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Marvin's Room lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Sure Thing lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Grove St. Party lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Lil B)
• Racks lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Hands Up lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Sorry 4 The Wait lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Inkredible Remix lyrics - Lil Wayne
• IDK lyrics - Lil Wayne

Tunechi's Back lyrics - Lil Wayne

Man, fuck these niggas

Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back

That's all these bitches screaming that Tunechi's back

All eyes on me

Nigga pict' how I'm rollin'

Strapped up with that mac

Masked up like a goalie

Mad my bitch on that coke

She snorted 4 on the bed

Now the bitch on me

She selling pussy and pay me

They sayin' Tunechi's back, Tunchi's back

And I bought them twins with me, nigga, click and clack

Lets go

Out on bail

Work on the scale

Put some change on ya head

Boy, you on sale

Yeah I see you in hell

Pop pop get well

Make breakfast cause I got you walking on egg shells

Zan with that lean

I ain't a beggin' muthafucka

But nigga please

And I aim this muthafucka 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, fugue splitting the 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 Madaonna

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 muthafucka 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 head stand

I'm a dog hoe, camo cargo's, semi auto's

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 drop...

Rollin' lyrics - Lil Wayne

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 burn 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 wonder one

You niggas is honey-bun

Your girlfriend a ton of fun

Chopper with a drum, muthafucker

Give the drummer some

Cut that like my blunt is done

Suck a nigga's dick or something

Pop 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 junky

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 wait

Throwed Off lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda)

[Gudda Gudda:]

Yeah,

Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms

Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body

You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah

Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller

I'm reppin' young moolah, Gudda [x2], I

Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box

Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large amounts

What the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out

Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's talk 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

[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 doin' me, don't give a fuck bout what you doin'

Blood gang bitch, big B's, 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 two dicks

Fuckin' right, we ruthless

We done watched too many movies

Then smoked too many doobies

Murk you out, then deuces

We don't know what truce is

That bullet proof vest so useless

Flag red like bruises

Shoot 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 for the wait

Gucci Gucci lyrics - Lil Wayne

One 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, 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 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 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 saying..

I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches..

Marvin's Room lyrics - Lil Wayne

Dana texted me and say she wanna 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 crazzyyyy

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 bout you, but I'm a beast with mine

She said she wait 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 gonna 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 endzone

Don't trip when I say I can't see you

And she say she working on her career

Smoke got her eyes looking like she from Korea

We floating but I'm a rock the boat like Aaliyah

RIP, shorty got me

Shorty knows I fucks with a 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 mine, I said fine.

Shit, I was taught to live and let live. So live it up baby

Giddiup 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 her: safe

Yeah yeh, all that good shit

No I ain't a player, I just play it by the bullshit

And I know what I'm doing and 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 4 on the way!

August 29th...

Sure Thing lyrics - Lil Wayne

Kush in the 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!

Fuckin with a nigga meet my muthafucking goons

Sorry for the wait Carter IV coming soon

Light it up cause I'm a smoker

She tried to deep throat, I fuck around and choked her

It's Young Money mutherfucker game over

Shots leave ya body looking like ya 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 [Fredette]

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'm on and that's right baby

And 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'm a 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'm a still be high

I got faith in my weed man

But 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

Grove St. Party lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Lil B)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

I got a whole lot of money

Pop that pussy for me

My homie got that yopper

He'll bang it at a copper

Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!

Stove on my waist

Cook your ass up gourmet

All-black.44 – do you want foreplay?

I'm going at your face like Oil of Olay

No champagne, but you know my flag rose

Swagger on steroids: Canseco, Jose

No Limit Records: We so 'bout it 'bout it

I'm higher than a bitch

Feel like a climbed a fucking mountain

Illest nigga you know, my accountants still counting

Shots hit him a minute ago

But his body's still bouncing

Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead

Gotta kill the witnesses cause Birdman car red

Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street preacher

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 take a sweeter

Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena

Them hoes on your money

Tell them hoes we coming

Before we get it popping

We ain't saving hoes, we swapping

Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!

Big head Desert Eagle, call it "shotty"

How'd you get that money?

Stunna taught me that

The zan took me under

Patron brought me back

I'm leaning on you muthafuckers

Like I caught a flat

And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat

What the lick read? I'm in the big league

I'm a breath of fresh air

Let the bitch breathe!

I'm trying to 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 split a wig for you

Put that on [?] 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

Fuck with me slime

No brain on the whip

I've got nothing in mind

Carter 4, they ain't fucking with mine

I drop that Sorry 4 The Wait

To make up for the time

[Verse 2: Lil B]

Yeah I do my thang, bitch wassup?

Young BasedGod, came in with the ballers

Iced out chain, bitch

I'm rich off that same shit

65 hoes on my dick, bitch, it's Christmas

Straight Westside, Bay Area

Bitch, I'll graze em

Gritty boy shit, BasedGod from the angles

On like a cradle and you niggas can't stop me

Shouts out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky.

Bitches still Westside

Shouts out to Weezy

Young BasedGod with that.55 heater

187 bitch, I put it to 11 bitch

With that tiny shirt mane

And the tiny pants mane

I'm on BasedWorld and I fuck with cash Money my niggas.

Don't understand man

The game like a chain

Woo woo! Swag, bitch, Brang-dang-dang man

Off the top, I'm a Wolfpack hitter

My life just a painting

And I paint you a picture, mane

Thing about it: a young paid-ass nigga

This that stunt music: bitch, I just do's it

It's Lil B and I'll muthafuckin prove it

We runnin'

Racks lyrics - Lil Wayne

I can’t fuck with hoe 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 for the whole 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 girls I call criss 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 want that shit you can’t get no where

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 Land-o-Lakes

She hit me with her jungle

I’m gonna hit her with that rattle snake

Guns clap like patty cake

Blood gang red bandana face

Make them pussies pop theyself

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 from that swamp

I’mma pull this bitch out and dump

Better run like Forrest Gump

F-ck you and where you from

3-2 I am the one: job well done

I ball 24/7, 3 6 5, 12 months

Put some redbone, put some caramel

Come to Wayne’s World, it’s a fairy tale

Yeah I’m high bitch, bitch I para-sail

Carter 4 is late, sorry for the wait.

Hands Up lyrics - 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 lights up

The kush, knocked 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 and some fine dime, then she give me Einstein

Young Money motherfucker, yeah we picked the fine time

I'ma 17, nigga. Bitch, I don't mind a dime

And I just ended up on every bitch's sex list

Genie in the bottle, get a muthafuckin dead wish

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 my 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 got-I swear I got the largest clip up 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 gon' ball

Til we fall. And this fuck all y'all

Ball til we fall. And this fuck all y'all

We straight, sorry for the wait

Sorry 4 The Wait lyrics - Lil Wayne

Ain't Nobody fucking with me

First degree murder, you can get your degree

Motherfucker

And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman

Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan

Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gon 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

I'm sorry baby, sour grapes

She wine, baby don't leave

I duck that bullshit, bob and weave

Everybody tripping, but I ain't never tripping

Leave your ass flatter than my new television

I'm talking about money and the power

Power and the money

This shit is magic Stan Van Gundy

Ima run this shit till I'm the last man runnin

Mack light that shit, then pass that to me

Young Money motherfucker yeah

We the 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 alot of shit on my mind

They say numbers don't lie, is that a 6 or a 9?

I stand infront of the clock

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 inbetween 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 about a bitch

Ill take your bitch and make her everybody bitch

Backed up by a bunch of G ass niggas

And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads nigga

Eagle street where the real niggas hung

Ima rep that shit till Kingdom come

Yeah Sharp brang the drank, I bring the blunts

Fucking with me its blood, brains or guts

Fuck yall 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 lock'd

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

Inkredible Remix lyrics - Lil Wayne

[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 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

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

[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

[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

[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

“Baka!” 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 Stocktons

Got some niggas from my city

Thugga, Dizzy, Flow

Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch!