So Dedicated lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Birdman)

Uh, She so sophisticated

She’ll catch a nigga nut and then refrigerate it

I wear a rubber and we fuck till we get hydrated,

I pull it out, bust on her face and call her cry baby

I kiss her neck, I kiss her stomach and then I kiss that pussy,

And then I eat it from the back, but I don’t do crack

And then I get this monster hard and ask her where to put it?

She tell me Tunechi hit it raw, I tell that bitch you crazy

Don’t want no HIV, don't need that honey, move to vegas?

It’s YMCMB, the fuckin’ alpha and omega

The presidential Double R, call it Ronald Reagan

I fuck yo bitch we cum together, call that congregating

I be balling on these Niggas, Sports Illustrated

Tough in the streets, but you in a court with a statement.

Ain’t that a bitch? Man, kill everybody but the babies

Give that bitch nigga the blues till he fuckin navy

Uh…

Man I be riding around with that yoppa,

I pop a nigga like..

All you hoes get topless

Suck this dick till its spotless

Too many hoes I got options

I ain't never trippin’, you can ask bitch.

I’ma send em back with her pussy lips looking just camel lips

You fuckin with some real niggas, blow your fuckin head off

They say life is a bitch, I hope that bitch a red bone.

All I know is get money, bitch aint gettin shit from me.

Fuck a six pack, six bullets give you six stomachs

Tell her how that pussy taste

She’s been eating pineapples

Throw it back like a Quaterback

Hit that ass like a Linebacker

Put that pussy on me

We caught up in the moment

AK with a hair trigger

Nigga don’t make me comb it

It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas

Some of my homeboys job is to kill niggas

Yea, cause I’m still on probation

Write yo name on the bullet thats a dedication

4…

Same Damn Tune lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Intro]

Tunechi, Drama, same time

Can only be Dedication

Turn the music up in my headphones

[Verse]

Uh, I’m wildin’ out on my skateboard, she ridin’ dick like race cars

My blunt longer than Spaceballs, I’m gettin’ higher than quasars

I beg your pardon, I egg your noggin, got Nin up in my glove compartment

I’m so short, yellow bus retarded, my flow hard and these niggas coughin’

I’m Tunechi, I do me, smoke doobies, tote uzis

I make that bitch cum ’til she come to a conclusion

I’m illest, an illusion, I got B’s like a student

Bitch I am not a human and this dick is therapeutic

She say, “Tunechi give that dick to me, smoother than a symphony”

Two bad bitches at the same time, symmetry

Murder you no sympathy, got metal like olympians

Tee put the weed in the blunt like a parentheses

Fuck y’all niggas I’m gettin’ me, is you kiddin’ me?

That big booty, them pretty feet

Them swishas’ sweets with that purp

Church – with the preach

That red-boned get licked to sleep, she’ll wake up and get dicked to sleep

Pickled meat, freaky deak, I test these niggas with a cheat-sheet

Her clit look like a jelly bean, I’m on that promethazine

Blow your ass to smithereens, kush strong like Mr. Clean

I’m a king I have a dream, money flippin’ trampoline

Money flippin’ balance beam, fresher than the prince, the king, and the queen

That’s your bitch if my celly ring and I kiss her belly ring

Put that dick up in her spleen, I shine like afro sheen

And I eat pussy, she suck dick at the same damn time

That’s a 69, then pass it to my slime

I’m skatin’ and rappin’ at the same damn time

I said I might retire, but y’all know I be high

I did that time, I paid that fine

Fuck around and go to jail for the same damn crime

For the same damn crime? Na, murder this time

Potato on the end of the barrel, french fries

I’m rich bitch, Trukfit in Macy’s!

And you pussy niggas hatin’ like a racist

Totally dude, I’m white boy wasted

She can’t wait to take her drawers off like braces

Yeah, Scooby got another one, smokin’ on that bubble gum

Two dutch bitches, double dutch, I’m the shit, bubble guts

Nigga get your duffles up, don’t know whether it’s love or lust

Tell that ho to suck it up, she got lips like rubber ducks

That pussy whack, I’m one and done, trouble some I’m troublesome

Got two bitches off twitter, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum

Single ladies, double cuffs, I’m tighter than a cummerbund

Smokin’ on that strong, my blunt a fucking muscle punk

Tunechi

[Outro]

And I’m gone

Hahaha, yeah, Dedication 4 hoe

Future fuck with me!

Cashed Out lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Fuck nigga, them fuck niggas

My blunt bigger than these lil niggas

Keep stuntin with your bitch ass

You’ll get Jacked and Jilled, nigga

Fuck wrong with these sissy niggas?

I’m smoking that Bill Bixby nigga

I’m spendin money, spendin money

Ben Franklin dizzy nigga!

Your bitch on my dick, I told her I was busy

She say “Wayne on me, Wayne on me” cause yo ass need drizzlin’

That pussy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon

And if she bounce that ass then I’m dribblin

That pussy so wet, it turned into a Gremlin

There’s only one me, ain’t no equivalent

She give me brain, brain like trivia

I got a black bitch and a red bitch

I call them hoes Aunt Vivian

Chopper knock your face off

Black shades, Ray Charles

I be killing young hoes

I got your ho up in my graveyard

I ain’t working with a full deck

But I pull out that Ace card

She grab that dick with 2 hands

Like she about to pray for it

Clips hanging, no curfew

Fuck you and who birthed you

I’m shining like church shoes

Birdman Jr.: y’all birdfood

I’m bout it.. I said I’m about to cum

She opened her mouth: water fountain

When I’m on the scene I’m on that lean

Bitch, I’m drowsy

Man, I’m so high I don’t know what I’m laughing about

I got bars, nigga

And it’s happy hour!

[Verse 2]

Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas

Riding around with a bitch named Molly and she on Molly – ha!

Bitch I put my foot in your ass: karate

Man these niggas can’t see me like a diary

Smoke that weed, let’s get irie

Nina shut up, that bitch got a silencer

Top of the gun there is a scope

I close one eye, I look like a pirate, fuck it!

Trukfit my bitch up, Tunechi lee big nuts

I’m getting my dick sucked

I blow weed like it’s dust!

Spacehead: love pussy, hate feds

Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider

Told her drive it like it got 8 legs

I’m a made nigga: Machiavelli

That Mack-11 necessary

I’m a hard head: I pop the cherry

No pussy, no rats, no Tom and Jerry

They say your friends are your enemies?

Well, my friends are imaginary

I’m the motherfuckin resolution like the 1st of January

My ride cold and my bitch hot

I’m tired as hell but my dick not

I don’t gas no bitch, no pitstop

Smoke Barney and Baby Bop!

Y’all niggas act like lady cops

My niggas smoke like coffee shops

That’s syrup gang, wafflehouse

Gunfight, I’ll knock you out

My bitch titties is poppin out

We poppin up and we get it poppin

Mask on, gloves on

Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin out

Like Nicki’s ass

Smoking on that sticky bag

Weezy F: I’m big and bad

Small feet, but I kick your ass

I’m the trigger man, that shooting star

Eat that pussy like caviar

She treat that dick just like a straw

How you like them apples, Microsoft?

Now wipe it off..

I do Liv on Sundays: church!

Step off in that motherfucker fresher than some Certs

Uuh! Who the fuck is Stevie J?

I got the ball, playing keepaway

Kidnap your ass, kill your ass

Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg!

It’s Hollygrove to my deathbed

Just make sure my pillow’s fluffed

Hit a nigga with a million shots

What you call that? A million bucks

Good weed, we pass around

Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth

It’s Young Money, Cash Money

Til the motherfuckin day I’m Cashin Out!

Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas

Your bitch wanna come round her where the grass is greener

And if you passing that weed I’m the wide reciever

@liltunechi follow the leader, bitch

No Worries lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Detail)

[Hook: Detail]

You can look me in my face (I ain’t got no worries) [x3]

See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain’t got no worries) [x3]

You see money right there, yeah that’s Tunechi right there (turn up)

Yeah that’s Mack Maine right there, and we ain’t got no worries

You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there

See them sh-roomies right there we ain’t got no worries

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Tunechi in this bitch, e’rybody should be worried

Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel buried

And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant

Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private

Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers

Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us

And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleek

All these bitches think they’re the shit, I sent them up shits creek

You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas

It’s ok if you turn up just don’t turn off my light years

All I know is I do it what I’m smoking I grew it

These are Blood gang Piru, all rats gotta die even Stewart

On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga

I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers

You don’t get dissed, you get disfigured

She said sorry I didn’t shave so that pussy is a little furry

I put that pussy in my face I ain’t got no worries

Tunechi

[Hook: Detail]

[Verse 2: Lil Wanye]

We ain’t got no worries

She bad as a hooker, so she ain’t got no worries

She want me to eat her sugar I say why you in a hurry

She say why you asking questions I say bitch you trynna be funny

Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that donkey kong

I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bars

That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose

These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show

I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho

You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat

Bitch it’s Tunechi and I’m out here, no worries no worries

I would talk about my dick, but man that shit would be a long story

[Hook: Detail]

Mercy lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Hook (x4):]

O-O-O-Okay

Lamborghini Mercy

Your chick she so thirsty

I’m in that two seat lambo with your girl

She tryna jerk me

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

Drop it the floor make that dick shake

My home girls slurp it like a milk shake

All you niggas want some Nick cake

If you eat ass I got a thick plate

Weezy, Weezy don’t we do this very easy

I came from Trinidad on a temporary visa

Cause motherfuckers know I put the hex on bitches

I fuck a bitch over like I’m sexing bitches

Tic-tac-toe then I put the X on bitches

Point game I score who’s next you bitches

Cause all you niggas fake

And all you niggas broke

So all you niggas fuck you

All you niggas choke

Cause all you do is boast and argue over hoes

So all you niggas toast

Cause all you deep throat word

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]

Fuck fuck your Lambo

Fuck fuck your Merce

I got more money

In in my fucking purse

Court side you in the C Section

I’m with them bloods you-you with the C Section

In Malibu I’m bout a sea section

And all these bitches is my sons

Yeah C-Section

I’m a Republican voting for Mitt Romney

You lazy bitches is fucking up the economy

Out in Miami I be chilling with a zombie

Diablo Alejandro de mello Gandhi

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

I’m the shit turn your nose up

I threw some bad bitches on my tour bus

I threw some bad bitches on my private jet

If them bitches ain’t fucking give them parachutes

Walked up to a redbone like I’m the shit

Told her give me that pussy, and fuck my bitch

Yeah skate rebel gun at my waist level

Bitch yellow, tape yellow, give you an H-A-L-O

I don’t do pussy niggas, but get the most pussy nigga

I’m popping purps I’m sipping lean

Smoking pot like cooking dinner

My homie T, roll up my blunt

Skinnier than Rex Ryan

I’m counting money I’m smoking plants

Call that shit math and science

Now suck dick, Trukfit

Snapback on your dog ass

These niggas broke like Mr. Glass

They don’t want none, Sister Act

Cause Young Money you bitch you

My weed louder than pimp suits

Your bitch swallow my pimp juice

Her pussy wetter than swim suits

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

Swish, Michael

Phelps nigga in your ho

Coupe the color of Yoohoo

Rude boy free Buju

Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas

I been balling since '98

Fuck y’all I’d rather skate

Shoot you up in your database

I fell in love with drop tops

I fell in love with shotguns

Our guns bigger than cop guns

Y’all ain’t spitting, dry tongue

I like wet pussy, she like hard dick

Hard head make her soft fast

Tatted up from head to toe

Guess you can call me a marked man

Wayne soaring

All my whores is whoring

All you rappers is boring

Trukfit hat and some Jordans

[Hook]

Burn lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Verse 1]

Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove

I’m sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose

Red bone naked, in the bed flexin’

I say bitch I ain’t impressed you must of got the wrong impression

I ain’t with the BS, I’m flyer than PF

Man we living in hell like a deep breath

Real niggas with real money real bitches with fake asses

If she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her

Money on the table, guns on the table

Bitch I’m on that syrup tell that hoe leggo my Eggo

And my girlfriend is that choppa, I finger fuck that ho

Hello I am Tunechi you had me at hello

Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax

Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks

We got that work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax

I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks

Pussy nigga I’ll murder you then dance at your funeral

Blood I’ll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion

Wake up like Bone Thugs I’ll call your bluff pick the phone up

Her titties fake but they look real cubic zirconia’s

Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups

Your bitch call me when she hot Krispy Kream donuts

Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes

I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe

Bitch what they gonna say?

Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break

Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake

I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake

[Hook]

And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn

Yeah I let that kush burn

Smoking gasoline bitch

The booth on fire I’m in here getting higher

Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire

[Verse 2]

Money on my mind I ain’t thinking bout no bitch

I’m talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch

Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch something

Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan

Shit get real if ya scared go to catholic school

And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room

Shoot your ass 100 times and stand over you

Lil’ Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia

Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip

Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons

Preach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech

I be faded like bleach, double barrel Siamese

I like my swisher obese fuck that bitch like police

Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked goatee

Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach

That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech

Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell

My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield

We’ll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell

We pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums oatmeal

I’m stuntin getting new money

Trukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em

I get better like fine wine I'm fire like cayenne

In the words of my nigga BP I’ll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM

Lil’ bitch

Niggas gonna talk they ain’t talking bout shit

Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick

Fuckin’ fuck niggas on that fuck shit

Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit

[Hook]

And let that kush burn let that kush

Yeah I let that kush burn

Smoking gasoline bitch

The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher

Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer

Amen lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Boo)

[Verse 1: Lil Wanye]

Gangsta Grillz ya bastards!

There’s a couple married bitches in the building

Fucked them!

I get them out I get that pussy

The End

I see you niggas got no life.. Sixth Sense

She said she wanna fuck my brains out

But she gonna have to suck this dick first! Preach!

Fucking right, I’m deep

She sat on my dick, she sat on my face

I told that bitch she got good seats

Man, these niggas softer than fleece

2D niggas, and they obliques

You talked that shit, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep

Bitch you know the motto!

It’s Young Money over hoes

Lying to these bitches, they call my dick Pinnochio

Gettin’ to the money, now the money getting to me

She say my ver-dick is hung like a jury

I’m on the track: DOA

Some of these niggas be DEA

Money tall: NBA

Broke niggas: SMH

Hit em like Canseco

But she be like “No way Jose!”

I got all that white

What you call that? OKKK!

Every night I go hard

She blow me like Boston George

She like it in her ass, mouth and pussy

3 car garage!

These niggas is false alarms

They don’t mean no fuckin harm

Hey baby let’s make a porn!

Ba-bum! Devil horns

You know that I ain’t got no ceilings

The money changed me, I’m making chameleons

Only God can judge me, can’t appeal it

In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit

Amen!

Tell them alphabet boys it’s a “G” thing

I’ve got a street sweeper, do you need your street cleaned?

Young Money bitch! We colder than a ski team

Red beam, if you scared, mufucka go to church!

Preach! Security breach

I’m on that grass harder than cleats

I’m on that gas, y’all on E

Nigga my cash out of your reach

I run shit like the reverend

She get on her knees for this dick

Then swallow all of them blessings

Church!

[Verse 2: Boo]

It’s just a way of life

Bought my mama a crib

Bought my daddy a car

Let him go meet Tune

Now they think I’m a star

Damn I love this life wouldn’t trade it for nothing

Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain’t standing for nothing

I smoke that loud so I don’t hear haters talking

Plus these bitches be stalking trying look for a fortune

In the Chi we say church when the pussy gets purchase

Got a bitch so bad she make a player get nervous

Now good ain’t good enough and my hood is hood as fuck

I be praying for them shortys trynna get their dollars up

Swag so dope you probably think I’m dealing

And I only give head if baby girl swallow children

Boo ain’t got a ghost and bitches still be catch the holy ghost

She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose

Pimpin’ so cold put that on my overcoat

Only ride foreign

We don’t do 100 spokes

When broke niggas talk that’s 100 jokes

Ha Laughing at you fuck boys

Skate gear I’m a truck boy

On my truck right I don’t give a fuck boy

Get Smoked lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Lil Mouse)

[Lil Mouse]

09, we tote; my niggas ain’t no joke

And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Lil Wayne]

uh.

I’m rollin, all my niggas rollin,

Keep that fuckin red bandana, Hulk Hogan

I’m cuttin up like scissors

Comin down hard like blizzards

I’m getting head while giving head that’s a head on collision

I’m on a pain pill

I keep this shit trill

These niggas ain’t forreal, Like a fire drill

Your hoe on my back, like a fuckin 5th wheel

that bitch make her pussy open and close like fish gills

I put all my niggas on, but some of them niggas gone

Them niggas callin my phone, leave me alone

I’m lightin up that strong, then pass it to my bro

Numbers don’t lie, except 5-0

Different color Trukfit shirts

You niggas pull down your skirts

If I die of these purp, put a bad bitch in my hearse

My hoes lift up they shirts, I’m high as Captain Kirk

If we run out of work, we Rob like Burke.

ugh

[Hook (x2)]

09, we tote; my niggas ain’t no joke

And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Lil Mouse]

Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him

If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them

My niggas rollin for for features; that bitch going, she a eater

She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater

Hit squad [?], yea nigga

.30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man

Glock 40 I’m tuckin it; I’m rolling with my hitters

I’ll send my hitters out to go get you

Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands

Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance

Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands

Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance

Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self

Melly got the .30 on his hip, he gone need some help

I’m a gangster, nigga, and I could do this shit my fucking self

Pistol hit his melon; it ain’t gone be nothing left

[Hook (x2)]

09, we tote; my niggas ain’t no joke

And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Lil Wayne]

Runnin around with my gangstas, Runnin up in these yellow hoes

Everybody wanna fuck my bitch, her pussy lips like heaven doors

It’s pussy, money, and kush,

Skateboards and shrooms

These niggas think they the shit,

these niggas perfume

Hollygrove, so Hollygrove, all I know is Hollygrove

I’m sick with it, I’ve been diagnosed

We don’t cut the coke, that’s diet coke

These niggas broke, I’m paid in full

Blood gang, Red Bull

My tounge is like a surf board, and her pussy is like a wave pool

Tunechi!

[Hook (x2)]

My Homies Still RMX lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Young Jeezy, Jae Millz & Gudda Gudda)

[Intro: Sample of "Pump That Bass" by Original Concept]

"Get a lil' stupid and" "Get a lil' stupid"

"Get a lil' stupid and" "Get a lil' stupid"

"Get a lil' stupid and" "Get a lil' stupid"

"Get a lil'" "Get a lil'" "Get a lil' stupid"

"Get a lil' stupid and" "Get a lil' stupid"

"PUMP THAT BASS!"

[Jae Millz]

Don't make my snub go stupid, go stupid

Hehehe, Millzy!

That AK like Aretha, it's gon' sing and you gon' respect me

You niggaz just good at playin gangster roles, Joe Pesci

That's yo' girl, but it's my world, cause she ridin me like a cruise ship

My flight land, I check in my suite, she bust it open like a new gift

We ain't from the water fightin but you will get supersoaked

My goons'll catch you in that ghost, and turn yo' ass into a ghost

My flow, super stupid, Forrest Gump, that's retarded dumb

It's from my lungs and my clique bang, keep the change, rich gang

Millzy!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

("Pump that bass!") 

Yeah, my homies still - ("Pump that bass!") 

Ha, my homies still - ("Pump that bass!")

Yeah my homies still - ("Pump that bass!") 

("PUMP THAT BASS!") Don't make my goons 

go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, yeah 

Don't make my goons 

go stupid, go stupid (go dumb), go stupid, yeah

[Gudda Gudda]

Okay my bass pump and my face pump, one bump leave ya face numb

Let my white girl hit, watch that bitch go straight dumb

All my Yola 8-1, been that way since day one

Plus I speak that cocaine, watch me bake this cake up

Wake up; y'all sleepin on me, bass song in my speakers homey

And I ain't talkin 808, changin places like I'm Aretha homey

Tony Hawk got grind, holla at my slimes

We don't drop no dimes and you still fuck one time cause we

[Chorus]

[Young Jeezy]

I'm 'bout to get stupid on this motherfucker

Tunechi I got you nigga!

Yeah you know (It Takes Two), yeah nigga (Rob Base)

What'chu watch, when you cookin yo' blow, "Scarface"

Got-got a big gold chain around my neck, neck brace

You should go there nigga on them old cold case

Yeah all I serve is raw, straight sushi yeah no goo

Hell naw nigga can't serve you I don't know you

Nigga talkin beef shit? Boy-boys likes Oprah

DJ Magic Mike got that bass, I done told you

[Chorus w/ Jeezy ad libs]

Green Ranger lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. J. Cole)

[J. Cole]

When this shit drop, I was like 16

Tryna get some head from a mixed thing

Big dreams, say goodbye to ripped jeans,

Nigga got a job, have my little wad

Worst fear is getting robbed for my last 50 dollars that I had left over

5 dollars in they pocket, nigga in his left shoulder

Minimum wage 5.15. 13′s on the whip

Kept my shit clean

Actually that was my momma shit

But I’m driving round town on my Obama shit

Middle class my ass, just to get a tank of gas

Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the shit

But, yeah I’m headed for a scholarship

Little scrap game but I got a lot of lip

Thats why them niggas don’t like me and always wanna fight me

A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth most likely

I know the game I’m an expert

Nigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work?

Nigga I’m gone, showed up at the crib tryna bone

And I aint fuck yet cause her momma always home

God damn, Lor-Lord have Mercy

Please God don’t let this little broad have herpes

My nigga says she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee

Gold medals if we gave hoes medals

No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos

Spiderman sheets got us singing falsetto

Tall white tee’s, can’t believe we used to wear those

White folks looking at us like we’re weirdos

But we was only kiddo’s

Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of skittles

Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle

Tryna get the Diddy, cause I murder instrumentals

It’s that good old fashioned Mark Jackson

Fucked then I’ll pass, y’all Utah Jazz

And ya’ll borin’, I don’t play nigga I’m Mark Madsen

Thats why my knots thick like a fucking Kardashian

I’m not asking my nigga I don’t need favours

I’m in the streets with the fiends, I done seen danger

My team major, we party like teenagers

I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the green ranger

(I fucking ran out of breath)

Team major, we party like teenagers

I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the green ranger

Cole

[Lil Wayne]

I don’t even like this beat, but fuck it

I’m only gon spit a few bars cause I don’t like this beat

Bitch I’m not old news, I’m more like gold shoes

She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods

They say I’m old school, but I dropped out

Drop ya body off at a cops house

They throwing up them bricks, you better box out

My niggas got enough white to build Barack house

I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein

44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans

I’ve been faded, stone wash jeans

New pussy new money, New Orleans

50 up in that uzi, g-g-g-unit

I murk you with that bitch scratch the serial number, re-use it

I’m from the N-O, stretch you niggas out like limo’s

Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, thats pimples

I’m bout to go banana puddin’

Haha, you a dyke cause your man a pussy

Hit you from the blindside no Sandra Bullock

Never bite the hand that feeds you, always wash the hand that’s cooking

Tunechi, D4 Hoe

Shout out Cole

You already know what it is, Cole World

Wayne’s World

We in this bitch hoe

Special delivery at your front door