Believe Me lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)

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

[Verse 1 - Drake:]
Yea, rip, rip, rip
It's been me and Young Tune off the rip
That's the man that put me in this shit
If a nigga fuck with him, I'll put him down quick
Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique
I've been takin' shit light, you don't wanna hear me trip
God damn, do y'all really know who you fuckin' with?
Yeah, I mean you can't blame me for wonderin'
Doesn't matter, could be winter or the summer
On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don't fuckin' miss
Yeah, Stunna and Mack know
When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back
And I was snappin' off on every single track though
Collect call from the boss like where we at though
I was like, "Hah, it's our time, nigga"
He left Rikers in a Phantom, that's my nigga
And I've been rockin' with the team, Tha Carter IX
And we YMCMB, waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga
Yeah

[Hook - Drake]

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
Lord knows I'll murder one of these niggas, yeah
Uh, His and hers Ferraris, nigga
One for me, one for my daughter, nigga
Waitin' for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga
I told her 2-23, two Michael Jordans, nigga
Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga
Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga
Out of duct tape so when he prayin', I ignore the nigga
All I gotta say is sayonara, nigga
Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain't dyin' for a nigga
Where the real queens at? Shout out Capone and Noreaga
We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later
Diamonds in my Rollie face, cannot be exfoliated
They think I'm associated, I'm the one that orchestrated
Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin'
Ain't 'bout what you walk away from, it's 'bout what you walk away with
Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant, I must be doin' somethin'

[Hook - Drake]

[Verse 3 - Drake:]
Had to get it poppin' off the rip
Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick
Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick
If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip
I had to get it poppin' off the rip
I'm the one they tell ya been reppin' in the 6
Come into the city and ya niggas get to trippin'?
We'll take ya to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff
Well damn... just be happy for the man
Nirvana, Coldplay nigga got bands
Ink from the money got it all over my hands
Goin' out to Houston spendin' all of my advance
V Live just took me for a cheque
"Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt"
Yes right now you are lookin' at the best
Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that!

[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne:]
Mothafuck the rest
When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps
I'd give what I collect before I give up my connect
It'd be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat
One finger... slidin' 'cross my neck
Niggas know what that mean like they deaf
Nigga I'll fire this nina like it's her first day
On the job and the bitch overslept
Tune stay humble, nigga I'm a king
Need a horn and a drumroll
They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga
I don't step on one rose
I'm the only one that get the job done
I don't know a nigga that can cover for me
Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach
She look like she got a bun in the oven from me
Preheat... believe me
All you gotta do is pay me every week
I had these bitches havin' babies every week
I'm the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets
Gone

(Believe me) [x3]

[Drake:] Rip, rip, nigga

California Love lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Tyga)

We met at city walk, universal studio
Uhh so beautiful
Truly cold
Shawty need a movie role
I am not an actor but I'm stickin to the script
Tony Montana had me stickin to da plimp
But now I got an actress stickin to my hip
And she hit with me with her
You can roll the credits.
Shawty is my fetish.
And you know I like em redish and shawty is redish
U kno I like em fine and shawty is da last number on my dial
Speedin like a cop behind me
Tryna catch up with this girl like sum 57 heinz
And u deserve lobster mami
So how bout I make reservations at crustaceans for 9?
Table for two
Just me and you
Some drinks and some food
Couple yeah I kno's couple of jokes
Uh couple plies uh couple girl I kno lour lines.
Cup of patron
Cup of Dom
Perignon
Cup of hound
Cup of mounz
Cup of groundz
Cup of groun
And we hit our cup of lawn and her goodies so good I can't make a bad sound
And her pussy so good wish I could wear it for cologne
And her pussy so wet I wish I slip and break my neck
And I take her to Rodeo
She shopped all day-o
And I fucked her hollywood ass like she was from LA-o
I wish dey could be california girls (California ca ca california)
Man I wish dey could be california girls (California ca ca california)

She my california love
My california love
Dat girl my california love

Uhh but shawty got da nerve though
Cause now she tellin me to stop
Now she said she wanna stop
Now I'm callin one stop: where da purple? like where da purple?
And my mamma said nerver hurt a woman but, wat if dat woman hurt me?
And dey say love is priceless but right now is dirt cheap
And we say we will fight dis until round 13 but jus like Mike Tyson we were not a sure thing.
We were only bitin on a dream in dat boxin ring and in dat boxes it's a ring... a ring
Now can somebody call dat thing and tell her shawty give me back my ring
Shawty give me back my ring... and dat one thing
And now I wish dey all...
I wish dey all could b california girls
Cus she was my California love
My California love
My California love
My California love
Da girl was my California love

[Tyga:]
Uhhh my caliz consist from Compton to da valley
Uh few statillion and rancho cucamonga
So run does they say waitin patiently like a drumroll
From my area codes got em all from 213, 310, 32330
I got a bad one up in carson soon as we met her heart strung
She gorgeous
I'm fallen
Can't fall though, never been my morals
Just plenty oral
I'm yung though so before we start get ready to bounce like a 64
Yo wats yo info? sexy text me like usin a pencil and your friends been know
I'm real gd yung money baby no rental
But before it all end (oh)
Just remember:
I'm that (oh)
You exited on
Just tell your friend who enter

D'usse lyrics - Lil Wayne

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me sweatin' and shit... word to God;
Hov fuck with ya boy
C5

Okay nigga I got em'
Point em' out and I got em'
Let 'em get a lil buzz
Then we robbin' for pollen
We ain't killin' no minors
You niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her
Can't pick a side off the lineup
I swear lord knows Imma murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth
And get earthworms on me nigga
I been did my time
I'm getting better with time
But real niggas don't whine
We'll burn down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows
Still duckin' the narcos
My little niggas, in war mode
You spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls
Blessins on top of sins, restin' with topless twins
Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim
Wrestlin' with lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes lord

We on that D'usse, me and my nigga Euro
Tina Turn up in this bitch
We got Lauryn in this bitch
Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky
Yah dig?
What's up Brandon?
Lego!

Holly Grove nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy
Rest in peace, Big Shellfish
The world is mine, I am selfish
I am a shark fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building
Well I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga please
Pops treated mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put in on everything
I'ma give that fuckin' woman everything, everything
Here we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did Hootie blow? I don't know
Fuck who knows? I got a redbone with two golds
And she snort too much of that Micheal Jackson, that bitch gon'
Need a new nose
And I got time for you hoes
Shit I only have two goals and that is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the city, with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' spot we can skate at
Elvis left the building
And I take these hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams
I ain't stuntin these niggas, eyes look chinese
Wayne-chong to these niggas, Wayne-chong bitch!
More than one bitch
This for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over dumb shit
You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa?
I might get money, fuck bitches, kill niggas and smoke weed
I'm married to this shit and I'm a wife beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no good
You better bring that chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers
Yeah I do it for my hood, that 45 ain't no good
You better bring the chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers, nigga
You better bring the chopper, you better bring the chopper
You better bring the chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have them choppers, we gon' have them choppers
You better bring the chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers, nigga
Mula!

My nigga hood in this bitch
Still on that D'usse
Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother
He just passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse
Threw up on the owner
Owner talkin' about he wanted his money back
He wanted half of the money back
Twist took all the money and left
That's some Young Money shit
Soo Woo to the B gang
Rest in peace, Paedophile

Do It Again lyrics - Lil Wayne

Hey
I remember da way
We would both say
We be together
Forever and a day
Well I guess dat day
Came sooner den late
Cus now
We're apart and away
And it feels so stray
N.G.E. wouldn't you say
I use to
Call u bay
And u use to obey
And I just wish we could

"Do it again" [x3]

Hey
I got my business together
Wish I could get together
But timing is an error
And I
Tell a lie
To you like ever
If I was even ever
Given another chance to

"Do it again"

Like I died
And gone to heaven
Climbed inside a treasure
Died inside of pleasure like
Wow
Your smile is but of essence
Your child is so precious
I wish
It was paternally mine
But karma is a message
But I'm a try to test it
And scream for a blessing
So loud
And I hope that you would catch it
And one day you would come fallin
Out of the most highest cloud

Then I'll be there to catch you
Yes
I'll be there to let you
Do da things
We didn't do before
Now
Next time we have to stretch it
Do it never forget it
I never forgot
I wish dat we could

"Do it again" [x3]

Hey
I'm just trynna talk to you
If I could talk to you
Den I would talk
Forever and a day
Yes I remember
So vividly
How we would be
When we lay
And my then blue skies
Were no longer gray
She so brightened up my day
Put it on a scripture
She would be a picture
If perfect had a face
I promise you homie
Dat u would be hungry like me
If you had a taste
I put it on my momma
Cus baby girl is a flower
A flower without a vase
No water needed at all
She continues to grow
More beautiful everyday
And I love her somethin vicious
And I'm just wishin
We could

"Do it again" [x3]

Gotti lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. The LOX)

C5, D-Block, LOX

[The LOX:]
Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this
Nah two thirds of the world's most loyalest
I'mma shoot em
I'mma pay the bail I'm sure of this
I'mma kill em I'mma get the witness, teach 'em more of this
We never sing not even on a song where the chorus is
Dig the hole, get the wood box bring the florist in
Tell the pastor tell the family we was just warning them
38's 45's, all type of Taurus'
About to hit the bong pour the holy water in
Celebrating for participating and the slaughtering
Eating steaks at the same spot they killed Paulie in
Frank White's three in the quarter taping your daughter in
Columbia with the connect putting the order in
Nigga act we gonna clap like we the audience
Make sure you ain't down to strap, get rid of all the prints
Do your homework on whoever you go to war against

I had 20s on my Benz, lend it to all my friends
And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy
And if I need something call Baby, I need something call Baby
And the streets was calling me, but a nigga had call waiting
And yeah we all went through our phases
We all went through our savings
Some niggas stayed on point, some niggas was point shaving
And sometimes we had to be vegetables
That mean we had to stay patient cause they say you are what you eat
I took the star out of starvation, bitch
I come from a Third World, start rapping in the fourth grade
Start trapping in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade
Dropped out a nigga was getting paid
This when Birdman had a fade
This when Hummers didn't come stretch, but Birdman had 'em made
This when pretty bitches set you up, and niggas didn't give two fucks
You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get and get a new cup
But this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hem'd up
And all them niggas that's biting got they fins cut

I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"

And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

But this when niggas had pimp cups, and dirty money got rinsed up
And the early birds in the worm hole would get so fat that they'd get stuck
We'd clean our fingerprints up, we'd clean the shit we didn't touch
This when niggas called Diddy Puff
Letting Biggie bump while I'm sitting up in that big body
I can show you a dead body
Lotta niggas got pinched, and the snitches ended up dead lobsters
Wrap the birds in red tape call them bitches Red Robins
Pops had Kilos I needed one key I would've made cops
Free my niggas down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners
I smoke by the pound in like a week, and fuck the Weight Watchers
Got my self a brand new triple-beam, just the weigh options
I stumbled upon a gold mine I thank God that it ain't copper
Some niggas were late bloomers, but boy look how they've blossomed
Don't know niggas that wear wires but I know niggas that go haywire
I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to y'all mailboxes
And dead man can't talk and the Feds don't have séances
Look you put a knot on the end of a condom full of drugs and put it in her pussy
And get through customs cause last time we just took em
I rather be blind before I be the nigga that stand around just lookin'
And you can beat around the bush and find a nigga laying behind them bushes

I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout

And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

C5

Grateful lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda)

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

Ain't afraid to die, I done it already, yeah
See I'm TTG, trained to go, time to get it, yeah
Ain't afraid to die, I done it already, yeah
See it's TTG, trained to go, time to get it, yeah
You don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
You don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
And I still got love for my enemy
Cause I know it's tough to be interesting
I know its tough to be anything but a hater
Fuck later, I want mine now
Fuck later, you done fucked up now, see you later
You fucked up now, oh baby

You are witnessing, the bomeback
Yeah, put your money where your fucking mouth at, yeah
I pull up on em bumping Keith Sweat
Them niggas never see me sweat
And tell the press I'm not depressed, I just had to press reset
I just had to get me set, and I'm not playin' skip recess
I'm a different Weezy, and I'm drippin' Fiji
In a Lamborghini with the seats wet
Hardest lesson is regret
Snorting powder on the P jet
Ask the pilot are we there yet
He said we on the ground, and we ain't even leave yet
Had to step back and take a deep breath
It's hard as heck to show 'em respect
I love 'em to death but they ain't dead yet
Don't know how long I'm able to repeat that
Me I'm just tryin' to see the bread stretch
These niggas tryna see dreads stress
I'm tryin' to see the dead rest
And I can't rest if I ain't pray yet

Father forgive them for their wrong doings
For they do not know what they are doing Amen

Ain't afraid to die, I done it already
See I'm TTG, trained to go, time to get it
For my woes, for my city, for my hoes, for my critics
See it's TTG, time to grind, no more CMB
Excuse my French, but you know what you can mwah, yeah
Excuse my Spanish but its no más
I been working hard for no choirs
I'm still grateful though I show pride
You don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
You don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
And I still got love for my enemy
Cause I know its tough to be interesting
I know it's tough to be anything, but be grateful

[Gudda Gudda:]
Can't lie we blessed, safe deposit box where I hide the check
Wear a hockey Jersey just to hide the vest
I talked to god he deny the stress
I make women cry when they next to me
They say they blessed to be next to me
Give my kids my heart put my mind in my music
And I let them hoes get the rest of me
Can't let this cold world get the best of me
Got the recipe for my destiny
Yeah I want them mills like Stephanie
Want the blue face hundreds preferably
This is the bounce back this is God's work
This is hard work, this is our work
This is all night graveyard work
Man this beat is godless
So I'm takin' off like a screechin' Harly
Watch the women wave cause I'm freakin' gnarly
Percs and purp got me sleepin' calmly
So I wake up and I chase the check
'Cause we ain't promised life, but we promised death
But we gon win, and I promise that
Young Money Records, you should honor that
And my vicious city got respect for me
Got killas to get at yo neck for me
You get the best of me, until the death of me
And the second me gon be the better me

Ain't afraid to die, I done it already
All that money on your mind I done done it already
I was hustlin' already, I was fuckin' already
Pussy money weed was the subject already
See I'm TTG, trained to go, time to get it
For my woes, for my city, for my hoes, for my critics
See it's TTG, time to grind, no more CMB
Excuse my French, but you know what you can mwah, yeah
Excuse my Spanish but it's no más
I been working hard for no prize
I'm still grateful though I show pride
You don't see Stunna right next to me
And I won't see Stunna write checks to me
I still got love for my enemy, cause I know it's interesting
I know it's tough to be anything but be grateful
Fuck later, I want mine now
Fuck later, fuck them now see you later
Fuck them, oh baby

Grindin' lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)

[Intro:]
Grindin', grindin'
Grindin', grindin'
Grindin', grindin'
Grindin', grindin'

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

[Hook - Lil Wayne:]
Nigga I'm grindin' for all my shit
Grindin' for all my shit
Yeah, I'm grindin' for all my shit
I put time into all this shit
I'm grindin' for all my shit
I'm grindin' for all my shit
Perfect timing with all my shit
I'm grindin' for all my shit

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

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

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

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

[Outro:]
Swag, swag!
Swag, swag!

In the new house, you got trap

Heavenly Father lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Sample:]
Heavenly Father, creator of all things
I humble myself, as I bow to your throne
Heavenly Father

[Lil Wayne:]
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take for Goodness sake
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take (Heavenly Father)

Yeah, I wrote my will just the other week
It was funny, it was only one sheet
And I know there's only one me
But I hope I am everything my son needs
I try and live right, stay on the drum beat
But I'm in the fast lane, in the front seat
I wonder, will I lose control of the Maserati
And hit some tree, just being young me?
Is there a heaven for G's and soldiers?
I can't go to hell, cause I'd take over
I feel it approachin' but I ain't scared
I made that bed and I should rest in peace
(Heavenly Father)

Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take for Goodness sake
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take (Heavenly Father)

Yeah, and everytime I see the sun shine
I drop down and give thanks at least one time
Feeling like I'm living on the frontline
I'm feeling like every second is crunch time
I've had breakfast, will I make it to lunchtime?
And I ain't joking so don't be looking for punchlines
Will I be the next victim of a gun crime?
I don't know the answer, that's why I brung mine
Riding by myself late at night
Pistol on my lap at every single red light
Yeah, I made my bed right
So when I do I should sleep tight
In peace I rest (Heavenly Father)

Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take for Goodness sake
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take (Heavenly Father)

Bury me a gangster cause that's what I live
Don't cry for me I gave the best I could give
I can only do me, so that's what I did
And I cherish every breathe of my kid
And I don't wanna go before she grow, that ain't cool
But in this game of life I don't make the rules
Shit, so that's why I get twisted
So I can't feel it when it hits me
And my moms don't need that owner
But I see death around the corner
And if he, so I just gotta make my way around the block
You gotta answer the door when he knock
(Heavenly Father) Belee that

Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take for Goodness sake
Before I sleep I pray to the Lord
My soul to keep and if I should die
Before I wake, I pray to the Lord
My soul to take for Goodness sake (Heavenly Father)

[Sample:]
Creator of all things
I humble myself, as I bow to your throne
Heavenly Father

Hercules lyrics - Lil Wayne

I'm a lover, not a fighter, I can't find my lighter
My house is five stories, I don't tell 'em, I don't write 'em
And my living room is white, my lies are much whiter
My darkest secrets are bright, I'mma need a sun visor
187 make your bitch run my errands
At the bar with the Dracula, ordering Bloody Marys
Got a house on the prairie, got a corpse in the basement
I see Hell out my window, Lord, this view is amazing
If I go back to jail, Persian rugs in my cell
Got the world in my hands, it got all under my nails
People under the stairs, better not fuck with my feet
I be so fucking faded, who washed the colors with bleach?
Niggas biting my style, hope it gets stuck in their teeth
I been had the green light, now please don't jump in the street
Se la vi, oui oui oui, watch me french kiss the sky
Then ask, "What is that smell?" That's the shit on my mind
I don't like you, or niggas like you
And Nino Brown's still my motherfucking idol
Keep a brown rifle for niggas like you
Kill you in a drive-thru, then go viral
Ooh, I don't like you and niggas like you
And Nino Brown's still my idol
The Glock 17 is still a minor I'll kill you over something minor
I get at you, night Twighlight whine like a wine-o, high like a high-note
Go at your head like a rhino, leave your shit bloody red like albino
I'm a nigga with a title, care less bout' a nigga title
I'm entitled and get homicidal
Wild as El Chapo, wild as Al Qaeda
Stuntin' on my rivals upon arrival
Numbers aren't liars, I am number one
I am on one
I am on ten stuntin' on twelve
I keep it a hunnid
Oh Lord!

Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Smoking strong Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Smoking strong Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Mercy me, mercy me
Mercy me, mercy me
Have mercy on them Tunechi
Nigga please, nigga please
You heard em' scream help me please
Help me please, help me please
Get pleased whenever I please
Hercules, Hercules

I'm twisting up the kush, Sticky Fingaz like Onyx
Throwing up gang signs, you can see em' all in my vomit
I'm sleeping with the enemy, in bulletproof pajamas
I'm cool like that, but the climate is climbing
I got issues bigger than you, I got bitches taller than me
All that ratchet and bougie, I guess I like R&B
I'm unapologetic, I'm sorry for not being sorry
These niggas don't know I'm talking about real stories
I need benadryl for my trigger finger
Bad bitches for my homeboys
The grass is greener on the other side
I'm focused on my own yard
Focused on getting more dough
Twisting up like tonsils
Rich as fuck, but moreso a poor soul
Oh well, if snow fell like hoes fell, then I'd be a snowman
My bitch is a soldier, fuck me GI Joe-Ann
They thought I ain't had no chance
I took the dice and rolled them
I left that crap table with a chip on my shoulder
Ah...

Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Murder scene, murder scene
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Smoking strong Hercules
Strong arm your own team
You heard em' scream help me please
Help me please, help me please
Nigga please, nigga please
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules

They worship me certainly
Purple lean, purple weed
Percocet, pericyazine
Search a scene, search a dean
Search a bling, ching ching
Search the queen
Search her purse, search her clean
Search his turf, search his team
Search the sleeve, check for wings
First, I curse, then I squeeze
They say they lit? where the steam?
Let em' live, let em' breathe
Let em' live, let em' breathe?
Nigga please, nigga please

Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Murder scene, murder scene
Murder team, murder team
We murder teams, murder teams
Lil Tunechi picked out the rock like
Hercules, Hercules
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Whole squad go hard
No fake, no fraud
We don't [?] nor pause
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Whole squad on Mars
And you don't make enough noise
No cape, no sawdust
Still go Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Mercy me, mercy me
Rest In Peace Mercy D
My grandmother nurtured me
And that's who you bout' to meet
All ya'll versus me
All ya'll verses sweet
Nothing but desserts to me, and Hercules got to eat
All ya'll take a seat
My Hercules got to speak
Cause all y'all 'bout to bring
The Hercules out of me
Keep playing

Hot Boy (Freestyle) lyrics - Lil Wayne

Fuck wrong with you

Come through lookin like the old me
White T-shirt and Girbaud jeans
Smokin OG, I'm a OG
Sippin Codeine, I'm a whole fiend
Been a hot boy since 14
Gotta get my money all by all means
Used to sell rock by the Walgreens
I was 14, having orgies
Stunt real hard, real-real-real hard
On a broke ass nigga, done steal his broad
She ask me what the tear drop front my face
I told that bitch these tears of joy
I got a big ass house, got cameras everywhere
Big ass closet, I don't know what I'mma wear
Even if I change, the game don't change
A pimp gon be pimp and a ho gon be herself
Squad these niggas might get rowdy
Cocaine cowboy nigga like howdy
Codeine drought, tell them boys I got it
Nit picky bitch, do the Josephine Johnny
Hot boy Tunechi, all the hot girls love me
My clique brazy, everybody clutchin
Everybody cuffin, everybody muddy
Stunna not around but everybody stuntin

Bitch I'm ballin' like a hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy Juvie
That's still my big brother, always told me I was best in this music
Yeah, ballin' like a hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy nigga Lil Weezy
I'm still the best rapper, I ain't hungry, nigga, I'm greedy
Ballin' like a hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy nigga free B-Gizzle
That's still my big brother, been gettin' locked up since we was little
Ballin' like a hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy nigga Young Turk
That been my brother since day one, like January the first

Oh yeah, you know, you know them niggas owe me
Like Scarface, that's okay
I'm going OJ, OJ, go DJ
I want my bands nigga, like Coldplay and Green Day
I'm talkin' crazy, I'm hot, bitch I'm blazin'
I'm wavy, the hot boys, I was the baby
Your favorite, when they vacated then I debated
I delayed it, now nigga we made it
Yeah, I been paid since them days
I invest, I stock trade
From Eagle Street, to Wall Street
To ya'll street in that drop head
In that hot summer, on that hot leather
With them tiny wheels and them shiny thangs
Bad bitch that's into trying things
I'm too hot, call me Johhny Blaze

I'm ballin' like a hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy Juvie
That's still my big bro, always told me I was best in this music
Yeah, ballin' like a hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy nigga Lil Weezy
I'm still the best rapper, and I ain't hungry, nigga, I'm greedy
Ballin' like a hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy nigga free B-Gizzle
That's still my big brother, been gettin' locked up since we was little
Ballin' like a hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy nigga Young Turk
That been my bro since day one, like January the first

And you, hot girl and my hot girl just sittin' by the Bayou
And my hot girl told you, hot girl, I got a hot boy that's on fire
She talkin' 'bout that hot boy, hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy Tunechi
5 Hunnid degrees, nigga 5 hunnid degrees
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy nigga Lil Weezy
From hot boy to fireman, I think I hear someone screaming, hold up
I pull up, Mula baby, yeah, hold up, hold up

Bitch I'm ballin' like a hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy gangsta
That's my OG, always taught me how to use my thinker
Lord, I'm ballin' like a hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy Elvis
That nigga nickname hot, what the fuck that tell you?
Lord, I'm ballin' like a hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy [?]
Uptown OG, been gettin' money way before me
Lord, I'm ballin' like a hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, free that Hot Boy Tanto
That's my OG, taught me how to get this guapo, gone

I Ain't Nervous lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Boo)

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I ain't nervous
I swear to God I ain't Nervous
Naw, naw
And I'm laughin at them pussy niggas
And that pussy shit they doin
Gettin cake like I'm Jewish
My nigga Drake he Jewish
I swear to God I ain't nervous, naw

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Ok, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I swear to God I ain't nervous
I say I swear to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my syrupin
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up with your turn up ain't workin
Just want some mouth and lip service, yeah
I'm gettin head behind the Maybach curtains

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ok I'm straight edge, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, that Chick-Fil-A
I fuck with real riders, and they tickets paid
Niggas crying wolf, while I wipe them tears away
I swear my mama trust my work
So I give these hoes that work
They say the best things in life are free
So that's why it cost for you to get murked
Have my pants saggin like fuck it
I'm still on my business, spent my birthday in jail
I was making bad decisions, saw my enemy at the light
I told Marley light the weed,
Then I lit them niggas up before that motherfucker turn green
Your bitch ride my like a go kart
I pay that pussy like Mozart,
I Mozart these hoes hearts and then after that they worseless men

[Hook]
Ok, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I swear to God I ain't nervous
I say I swear to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my syrupin
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up with your turn up ain't workin

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I like em long hair and curvy
If niggas think it's a game I leave their brains on their jerseys
She said she love me, that's the molly talkin
Her pussy so wet, it keep sliding off it
She got a nigga, but he ain't me bitch
I'm the original gangsta, he the remix
Girl do you use that same mouth to kiss your mama?
I say only God can judge me, fuck your honor
Yeah, her birthday suit is her pajamas
She said I didn't know your dick was a recliner
I punch her man in his eye give him a shiner
I blind him
Him and whoever co-signed him
I get Adam like Yolanda
Young Money Cash Money Obama
It's fuck the world no condom
If he twisted, Ill unwind him
And this pistol came with a silence,
But I swear to God he heard it

[Hook]
I said I swear to God I ain't nervous
Naw, I swear to got I ain't nervous, aha
Bitch I'm a God, I should be rappin in the turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, and that's for certain
I see your turning up but your turn up ain't workin
Baby I do on some out here lip service
She gonna ride this dick like the kentucky, derby

[Verse 3: Boo]
On that Pat Ryan I'm swervin
Game tight like virgins
Got a bad bitch she Persian,
Call her AK when she squirtin
You see the niggas I'm with,
That boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face, your bitch got a place to sit
Yeah I'm wildin' off them shroomies,
Ain't got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be boosie
Wanna hold hands, then watch movies
I be like God damn, make a nigga lose it
Ain't no talkin, let's get to it
Real niggas winnin, fake niggas losin
Bitch I leave that pussy with bruises

[Hook]
Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I swear to God I ain't nervous
No, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my syrupin
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi, you end up a missin person
She got a Tunechi on her booty
I'm getting head behind the Maybach, curtains
Yeah

Krazy lyrics - Lil Wayne

Tell me somethin' I don't know
I'm flexin' on 'em like torsos
These niggas slippin' like bar soap
These niggas listenin', use Morse code
Boy a nigga sippin' like parched throat
Excuse me
These niggas talkin' that beef shit
We'll check into it like the room cheap
And all we sell is the greatest feelin' on Earth
They paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artwork
Ain't got nothing left to prove unless I got to prove it in court
Live fast die young and leave a beautiful corpse, yes Lord
My nigga order like twenty bricks, I said five bricks with four chicks
Ridin' with these guns that's carpoolin', bought extra clips when I dove in
Miss Snow white we snowed in, nigga miss me with that hoe shit
Kill all rats, I toast to that, and watch everybody I toast with
Kill everybody you close with, Just don't stick your nose in
My bullshit cause I close it like a clothespin
The people that I rolls with will leave holes in what you drove in
If anyone in that car live, you tell that nigga I owe him
Yeah, I got my mind right, and my money right, my head on my shoulder
And my eyesight a lil' blurry but It's stayin' on my quarter
And we find out moms address and your head get mailed over
Nigga you make that bed you lay in that bed
Or get that bitch made over
Tunechi

[Hook:]
You so cray, Tunechi
You so cray, bitch
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
They say Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi
You so cray, bitch

Tell me something I don't know, I'll tell you something I do know
Like money drugs bitches guns, niggas call me mucho
Got witches all in my broom closet, got little killers in Juco
We'll find out your business hours and pop up like new toast
Like danger taste like glucose, my shadow don't get too close
To that new nigga with my old hoes-kudos
For my niggas on Rikers Island back there playing Uno
Getting swole like popeye for niggas walking around like Bruno
I'm in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points
A.K to your face, knock half off like coupons
Too cool for school but I sold cool points to school boys
Tell the cops we don't name drop that's like dropping newborns
Nigga you crazy

You so cray, Tunechi
These hoes made
Nigga tell me somethin' I don't know

Like where the fuck did my heart go, and show me something I haven't seen
And give me what help Martin sleep, on the same night he had a dream
And take me to where I've never been, but not to where I'll never be
And I ain't never scared but I'm scared of me, me versus me I need a referee
Need weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardy
Fuck deputies big letter B, need equity, need credit clean
To trafficking from peddling like everything from amphetamines to medicine
These niggas sweeter than Nectarines and Grenadine

[Hook]

Tell me something I don't know, like what happened to hard coke
You can call me Eddy cause I stay ready, my family call me Eduardo
I'm music to these bitches ears I hit that ass like the wrong note
My bitch bad with corn rows with boots on in farm clothes
You can find me prancing in the finest mansion with the finest dancer with a height advantage
She want cocaine pills and weed, liquor and dick she gotta micro manage
I'm just eating rappers they go nice in salads with some diced up carrots
I just like a challenge, psychopathic, so psychopathic
Nigga give me credit on my balance
Lil Tunechi
(And I bump my head when I stand up)

Like A Man lyrics - Onhel (performed by Lil Wayne)

Um, like a man
I got all this money, all these bitches, like a man
I don't want the glamour nor the glitz, and like a man;
I got all these goons, all these guns, all this land, all these cars, all these boobs, all these tongues, like a man
I got all these foods, all this fun, all these pools, all these tubs, all these moods, all these drugs, all these rooms, all these rugs
The rules ain't for us, we just do's what we does
From the moon to the sun, like a man
Make her pop that pussy like a Xan
I was sittin' in that cell like a pan
Did it like a man, did it like a motherfuckin' man
I just come from visitation, I snuck up a couple grams, hoe
I be fuckin' with them champs, hoe
I be skatin', I be jumpin' off them ramps, hoe
I be racing, I be dustin' all them Lambos
I'ma hit you, I'ma hit you with that wham, hoe
Oh, oh man, hands in her pants but she got a old man
She snort a dab of coke, we don't dab
We gettin' money like the fuckin' Arabs
The weed musty like the fuckin' Arabs
Codeine in her punch, that's a straight jab
Slime like a man, I call her ass a cab
If her ass ain't got no ass to grab

Like a man (Heh)
Like a man (Heh)
Like a man, like a man, like a motherfuckin'
Like a man, like a man, like a motherfuckin'
Like a man

I got all these hoes, all these woes, like a man
I rock all these shows 'round the globe, like a man
I ride for all my bros, that's who drove
All my haters play your role, Gladiator, Russell Crowe
Elevator on your floor
Hot potato on the nose of the handgun
Aiming at your dandruff, cocaine in my pants cuff
Dodging handcuffs like a ram truck
Coupe on the rims like a slam dunk
She gon' catch a nut, fuck niggas catch tantrums
Boy, we went from stretch Hummers to the stretch mansions
'Rari all pink like 'fuck breast cancer!'
Nigga, we done made trap houses out the Hamptons
Like a man
Lil Tunechi off the wall, like Spider-Man
Promethazine, cream soda, and the Vicodin
Like a man, I've been hard since a diaper then
And ever since I been on Mars, I've been buyin' land
Like a man, like a gangster, like a real one
These pussies get the dildo, I get the deal done
Like a man, I hate a bitch with a lil' tongue
And all this fuckin' old money make me feel young

Yeah, like a man, like a motherfuckin' man
Like a man, like a, like a motherfuckin' man
Like a, like a motherfuckin' man
She gon' fuck me like a, like I'm her motherfuckin' man

But the bitch got a man
Oh, put that nigga in the can
Uh, but she wish I was her man and I wish she would stop playin'
And that nigga is a fan
Like a man tho, that nigga is a fan tho
You need a challenge to expand, hoe
Really, you can do better, I'm just sayin' tho
Uh, I'm just sayin' tho
Me and you can make Magic like Orlando
You naked in my bando, on my piano
I put it in your asshole, you go Soprano

Like a man, we some motherfuckin' assholes
Make her back that ass up and then I backstroke
I'm screamin' money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes
These lil' niggas washed up, they need some bathrobes
We the niggas, I'll stop if we in smash mode
These lil' niggas washed up I'm on my last load
We just take the guns up and press fast forward
Got them bricks, like I'm shootin' it from half court
Leave a nigga brains all over the dashboard
Leave a nigga brains all over the dance floor
We in private planes, all in different airports
I'm about to treat a pussy like a crash course
I'm so fly, I feel like I'm with the air force
I can't lie, I don't like her if her hair's short
Like a man, like a motherfuckin' man, no
Young Money squad up and I'm the man, hoe
Tunechi

Moolah (Remix) lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Intro:]
Moolah, moolah
That's the, moolah
Moolah, moolah
That's the, moolah
Moolah-lah-lah-lah
Moolah-lah-lah-lah
Hey

[Verse - Lil wayne:]
I've been in the kitchen for that moolah-lah-lah-lah
Keep it strictly business like a suit & tie now
Woah, fly under the radar with my goon, goon, bada
Ain't from Jamaica but we true two shotta, Buju Banton
I got a homie named Gutta, he from the gutter
He keep the cut up, I keep the cutta, we got the cuttas
We in the cut, ready to cut up, who need a cut?
Oozies and pumps, back to the work, ooh we at pump
Oh we is pumpin oh we is right
We got the oh we oh we I got, yeah
That oh we is pumpin go ask the junkies
Only keep real niggas in my circumference
Got my personilty rich as a youngin
You know what a did with a nigga I [?]
Nigga I stunted, got that shit back so quick
Didn't even miss it, nigga, I'm hustlin'
Nigga, we hustle, pardon the flexin'
Strong armin' niggas and kissin' my muscle, back in the kitchen

[Outro:]
For that moolah-lah-lah-lah
Kitchen for that moolah-lah-lah-lah
Back in the kitchen for that moolah-lah-lah-lah
Lil tunchi get that moolah-lah-lah-lah
Lil tunchi get that moolah-lah-lah-lah
Sell a coke crack kills
Sell a coke crack kills
Sell a coke cause crack kills
Sell a dope & pills
Who got the drink I'm all I'll
We got that drink it don't speal
Tunechi

No Mercy lyrics - Lil Wayne

No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down
No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down

Undisputed, Tunechi
Let's talk some sports, baby, I know my sports, baby
From the field, arena, octagon, to the court, baby
The new kids on the block, over here at Fox
Dominating the debate
Now they take a second take, uhh
Hold up, wait, it's time to skip all the other stuff
It's Shannon Sharpe the sharpest, that's why he cutting 'em
You don't know Skip Bayless, rock, you been under one
Eyes don't lie, just hope you see where I'm coming from
Numbers don't lie, this a Fox Sports One-on-One

No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down
No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down

No, let's go face to face, I embrace debate
I don't make mistakes, I just make my case
Drops mic when I'm done, what more can I say?
I bite to my tongue, I don't like the taste
I'm on in the morning, I own my opponents
I'm always in the zone, need to zone out to zone in
And we could get it popping, pick the topic if you want it
Skip and Shannon, skip that hopping
Took these fours and made a posse, alright
You are kidding me, woah

No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down
No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down

No feelings, relentless
Feelings, relentless
Feelings, relentless
Feelings, relentless

No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down
No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down
No mercy, no mercy, no mercy
And I won't back down

No feelings, relentless
Fox Sports One

Nothing But Trouble (Instagram Models) lyrics - Lil Wayne (with Charlie Puth)

[from "808" soundtrack]

[Charlie Puth:]
(Oh) I'm facing the bottle (Oh) for all of my problems
(Oh) These Instagram models (Oh) are nothing but trouble
(Oh) She's going away now, (Oh) I'm going full throttle
(Oh) All these Instagram models, (Oh) I said they're nothing but trouble

[Lil Wayne:]
Uh, when I met her she was out for love
Yeah, I bought her leather and some diamond studs
Damn, when I met her she was molly'd up
Fuck it, I said "Whatever" cause I'm not a judge
No, all my niggas say she's not what's up
Uh, I considered it but not enough
Uh, she just wanted to be popular
Uh, she just want ten thousand followers
Oh. she posted, she posted, she posted
They like it, they like it, repost it
She party promoting, she hosting
She posing, legs open, provoking
It got my head smoking
I tried to act like I don't notice
Emotions, emotions, emotions, lord

[Charlie Puth (Lil Wayne):]
(Oh) I'm facing the bottle (Oh) for all of my problems
(Oh) These Instagram models (Oh) are nothing but trouble
(Oh) She's going away now (Now it's over)
(Oh) I'm going full throttle (You drive me crazy)
(Oh) All these Instagram models
(Oh) I said they're nothing but trouble

[Lil Wayne:]
I had to leave that hoe alone and get my mind right
I had to go talk to my friends, I had to find Christ
Lord I had to, open up my eyes and find light
I was so green and all she wanted was that limelight
Lord I, was so blinded by her highlights
She had me not checking my DM's neither my likes
Oh what, you modeling ma? Knock yourself out
Open my heart to you when you lock yourself out, girl
When I met her she was posse'd up
Yeah, In the section holding bottles up
Oh, she just wanted to be popular
Oh she just want ten thousand followers

[Charlie Puth:]
I should have known from the very start
That you weren't after my foolish heart
No, you liar, liar, liar girl
You got the world thinking you're a star
But, oh, you're not who you say you are
No, I'm dying, dying, dying girl

[Charlie Puth (Lil Wayne):]
I'm facing the bottle (Oh)
(I'm sipping and lighted and dipping in line, but I'm coping)
For all of my problems (Oh) (I'm too open)
These Instagram models (Oh) (Glad I left her)
Are nothing but trouble (Oh) (But I don't know her Lord)
She's going away now (Oh) (Now it's over)
I'm going full throttle (Oh) (You drive me crazy)
All these Instagram models (Oh)
I said they're nothing but trouble

Off Day lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Flow)

[Lil Wayne:]
She don't call me Tunechi no more she call me bae
Oh I, don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face
Cause I'm in the club goin' up, on a weekday
I got an off day tomorrow I'ma sleep late
I brought a bad bitch too she got a beef cake
And she go each way, she need a teammate
I got a bad bitch at home makin' me plates
She lock the door, set the alarm, and text me she safe
I got a big booty bitch with a petite waist
I get my back scratched up she get her knees scraped
Then she ride that dick, oh freeway
And now them titties sittin' nice yeah I wanna bite that
I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah
That's word to my right hand, that's my mic hand
Shorty with the nice ass needs some flight plans
I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back
Hold up, now we suckin' and fuckin'
And suckin' and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin'
I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin'
She got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her
Like wobble, we tonguin', we fuckin'
We tonguin', we fuckin', I'm cumin'

[Flow:]
I got a bitch named Vanessa, she like how I finesse her
I comfortable about her I put my pistol on her dresser
Had a threesome with her sister
They thought I was in to ask them
Bust a nut then hit the bathroom
Grab a towel and clean my mess up
I be swaggin' on these hoes, I ain't laughin' with these hoes
I would crack your fuckin' skull before I crack a fuckin' joke
Got some OG straight from Cali
And some backwoods from the store
Got a message from the Tune
And he sent pictures of your home
And we got groupies in the hallway
Set that dick all on her body
Bet theres roaches in my ash tray
Bitches buggin' get the off spray
Girl I fuck with you the long way
Give me blow jobs on your off day
Give me blow jobs on your off day
Give me blow jobs on your off day

[Lil Wayne:]
Oh I, don't give a fuck about all of these hoes in my face
My bitch in the club going up, on a weekday
I see the bitch you came with, I made a stink face
She said her last little boo was such a cheapskate
I put my arm around her shoulder, told her she straight
She ate the dick like a mini mouse eat a cheese cake
She don't call me Tunechi no more she call me bae
I said, oh you got the touch, still I take precaution
I told her I ain't know none of the stuff she been involved with
I fuck her till shes exhausted, pussy tastin' like frosting
Then she get on her knees like b-b-beggin' my pardon
That's word to my right hand, that's my dice hand
Pop that pussy like a price tag till' I white flag

[Flow:]
I like smokin' with my bitches so I pass the blunt to Brittney
Bitches think that I'm a hot boy, I got dope dick bitch I'm B.G
Gettin' BJ's from your B-M while the DJ play my CD
Got a bitch up in the bed make it squirt then touch the TV
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt, I just ditched your bitch
She ain't wanna suck my dick, she say she gave it off a lip
Thats why I fuck with her the long way
Ate that pussy on the first date, give me BJ's on your off day
Give me blow jobs on your off day

[Lil Wayne:]
And now we suckin' and fuckin'
And suckin' and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin'
I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin'
Oh yeah, she got that hoppita, hoppita, I love it, I fuck her
We tonguin' and fuckin' and
Oh I, don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face
Cause I'm in this bitch goin' up, on a weekday
I got an off day tomorrow I'ma sleep late
I brought a bad bitch too she got a beef cake
And she go each way, she need a teammate
I got a bad bitch at home that never debate
Sendin' pictures to my phone when she masturbate
I got a big booty bitch that keep in peak shape
I get my back scratched up, she get her knees scraped
And then she surf that dick like a heatwave
And now them titties sittin' right yeah, I wanna bite yeah
I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah
That's word to my right hand, that's my knife hand
And shorty with them tight pants need some flight plans
I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back, your ass
And now we suckin' and fuckin'
And suckin' and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin'
I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin'
Oh, she got that hoppta, hoppita, I love her, like wobble
We tonguin' we fuckin', we tonguin' we fuckin', I'm comin'

[Wayne and Flow:]
Gettin' BJ's from your B-M while the DJ play my CD
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
Give me BJ's on your off day, give me blow jobs on your off day

Off, Off, Off lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Intro:]
Light the torch
It's lit, we lit
Ain't that what the young kids say these days?
(Lebron)

[Verse:]
The kid got State Farm insurance
That three point from J.R's the purest
We got that play hard endurance
We here to stay, yall the tourists
The king on his throne, now it's on
Kyrie just destroying the zone
The isolation, double team
He driving this shit, all his dishes be clean
Tatted up like J.R Smith
What was that sound? That was swish
Shoutout to Shumpert and Trist
They got the rebounds and defense
Stop all that crying about Delly game
You know Lebron want hella rings
You know lil Kev got hella range
Y'all been down with T. Lue since he was wearing braids
Here comes the fast break, just get out the man's way
It's lead by Lebron and he's sunk like an earthquake
As soon as he dunking we all feel the world shake
Like arrivederci, all hail the king
The city on his shoulder like barbell on strings
But ain't no place like home
That rope ain't too long and they gon' pull it off
The king want his crown back, he never took it off
Tunechi

[Outro:]
I know I'm being cavalier
Yeah, I know I'm being cavalier
But you know what you could do?
Pass me that freaking ball
Watch me go off, off, off
Watch me go off, off, off
Pass me the ball, watch me go off
Pass me the ball, watch me go off
Pass me the ball, watch me go off
Watch me go off, pass me the, off, off, off
Now can you dab for the Cav?
The left, dab for the Cav
To the right dab for the Cav
Watch me go off
Watch me go off, off, off
(Lebron James)
Pass me the freaking ball
Watch me go off, off, off
Watch me go off
Watch me go off
Mula babe
(Lebron James)
Pass me the ball, watch me go off
Pass me the ball, watch me go off
Pass me the ball, watch me go off
Watch me go off, watch me go off, off, off
Now can you dab for the Cav?
How many of you dab for the Cav?
Turn up that dab for the Cav (to the left)
To the right, dab for the Cav
Pass me the ball, watch me go off, off, off
Pass me the ball, watch me go off
Watch me go off, watch me go off, off, off
Mula baby
Shoutout my little brother J.R, yeah
Channing Frye, shoutout Mo Will
Mozgov I see you
T. Lue, I got a funny story man when I see you
Remind me to tell you
I'm gone, Mula baby
Ben B's on the beat

Oh Lord lyrics - Gucci Mane (with Lil Wayne)

[from "The Birth of a Nation" soundtrack]

[Gucci Mane:]
Dear Lord, oh Lord, hah
Yup

I'm rebellious and fearless, I laugh at failure
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
I'm a prophet, a legend, I'm not beggin'
I'd rather die for my freedom than live like a peasant
The precious, recessions, the past and the present
Slavery to segregation, I still rob with my brethren
Get these choppas up up off me, I'm street but I'm Godly
Know these white folks fear me but nothin' can stop me
I was destined to be this so nothin' amaze me
My best attribute is bravery, they think that I'm crazy
Ask Gucci if you with me, then let's get to walkin'
Cause I'm sick and tired of everybody doing nothin' but talkin'

Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my payer
Know you ain't take me this far just to leave me here
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Dear Lord, oh Lord, I know that life's unfair
But who gonna take care of the family if I'm not there?
Lord, dear Lord, oh Lord

[Lil Wayne:]
I gotta feed the family, but I had to leave the family
I cut off CMB, I'm an amputee, but I never leave Christianity
Might have to plead insanity, it's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday
I'm a pray for you niggas, then celebrate, Lord I know these streets contaminate
But Lord I can't compete like anime
Lord I gotta think about Reginae
And Lil Tune and Lil Neal and Cameron
Lord, I gotta think like I'm Hemingway
Make a way, wish a way, anyway, anyway
Lord I gotta create and innovate
Or else it's back to the interstate
Wheeling in my fortunes
Willing to kill you just for my fortunes
I can recall we were chillin' on Fortunes
Living with roach, dealin' with hoe shit
[?] lotion, now we in motion
Everything kosher, God bless the NOLA, God bless Angola
Rest in Peace Soldier and all of the soldiers
The war isn't over, call on Jehovah, Lord

[Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne:]
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my payer
Know you ain't take me this far just to leave me here
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Dear Lord, oh Lord, I know that life's unfair
But who gonna take care of the family if I'm not there?
Lord, dear Lord, oh Lord

Mula baby
Dear Lord, oh Lord
Dear Lord, oh Lord
Dear Lord, oh Lord
I gotta feed the family
Dear Lord, oh Lord

Original Silence lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Mack Maine)

[Intro - Lil Wayne:]
I’m so twisted
Mack!

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne:]
Lil Tunechi in this bitch, tell them hoes I’m ready
Them niggas pissed off, call ‘em R. Kelly
I’m higher than a bitch, I smoke that Keisha, Frank and Effy
Man all of these broads on my Johnson like
Betsey Got a card in my wallet blacker than that nigga Wesley
Life is a bitch, well my bitch is sexy
Fi-First I’m on the jet, and then I’m on a jetski
I make these female dogs heel like Giuseppe’s
Man you be poppin’ shit, and I be poppin’ off I’m full of alcohol, like a cotton ball
I just pick ‘em up and Mr. G just drop ‘em off
I serve these hoes, Mr. Volleyball
Spikes on my shoes, that’s them Louis Vs
I’m on my Ps and Qs, smoking QPs
Nigga I’m chillin’, catch a cool breeze I build a tree house if money grow on trees
Fuck with me wrong I send your head to your momma
Death bed nigga, where the fuck is your pajamas?
Blood all day, period, no commas
Everybody tryna watch, but I’m timeless

[Chorus - Lil Wayne:]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I’m on that patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silence on the gun, that bitch go “pew”
That bitch go “pew”, that bitch go “pew”
Got a silence on the gun, that bitch go “pew”
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
Uh, bitch I’m from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shawty
And I come from Hollygrove, that bitch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded, the grass is greener in
my garden Swagger meaner than the warden, pow, pow, pow I ain’t with arguin’, ha
Leave a nigga leakin’, if you’re scared go see the Deacon
Got a silence on the gun, but them bullets still
speakin’ Got a bunch of bitches tweakin’ to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy, I’m on her walls like graffiti
You’se a dead pita bread, you’re a fed ass
nigga I’m on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga
Fu-Fuckin’ with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed nigga
Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash nigga
And it’s party time, excellent, Wayne’s World Party time, excellent, Wayne’s World
Tonight I’ll probably fuck another nigga girl
Party time, excellent, Wayne’s World

[Chorus - Lil Wayne:]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I’m on that patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silence on the gun, that bitch go “pew”
That bitch go “pew”, that bitch go “pew”
Got a silence on the gun, that bitch go “pew”
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

[Verse 3 - Mack Maine:]
Uh, Mack in this bitch, tell them hoes I’m ’bout it
These niggas sweet, bunch of fuckin’ brownies
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout? Bitch I’m a G like a thousand
I’m on my one-two, and bitch I’m still counting
You niggas got problems? Well I got bigger problems
My guns all black, make me bring the nigga out ‘em
You don’t want that homie, trust I got that blicka on me
Finger fuck Nina she horny, you won’t see tomorrow morning
Nigga we so fuckin’ cold, Young Money, money old
Life is full of choices and your bitch chose
Nigga I’m so Hollygrove, fuck them other niggas
And if the guns drawn, I paint a fuckin’ picture
Nigga you know what I’m on, a bag of that strong
Nigga you know where I’m goin’, bitch I’m goin’, goin’, gone
Nigga holler at ya boy, I don’t give a fuck
Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you niggas up
Mack

[Chorus - Lil Wayne:]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I’m on that patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silence on the gun, that bitch go “pew”
That bitch go “pew”, that bitch go “pew”
Got a silence on the gun, that bitch go “pew”
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
Yeah

Quasimodo lyrics - Lil Wayne

See round here you gotta mumble
Cuz these hoes is like dumbo
Boy these hoes is cut throat
Stop talkin' when you cuddle
I be by the plug though
Watchin' Telemundo
Lord knows when it comes to money trees
We gotta jungle, oh Lord

I was born there, like Tarzan
Go hard man, like the bar exam
It's so hard to shake these feds off
You'd do better trying to shake the Lord's hands
Oh Lord, it used to come hand and hand
Now it come on the boat, and the same bitch
That said she gon' lie on the stand
Ain't even coming to court
And the same lawyer that said he gon' do all he can
Do what you can afford
I now I heard the bitch snitchin' due to reports
Thought she was to cute to report
Lawd, we outchea, ain't that the truth
Just can't catch a break, been trapping so hard
The labor it come with the fruit
I before I bust a grape

I'm trappin' on the low low, just me and my woe no
But I think the feds got a hunch, like Quasimodo
Reppin' for my logo, that's me and my bro bros
Up in all my photos, with that "Yeah, we know" pose
Trapping out the photo, traffic moving so slow
I just come from cholo, cholo got that coco
And my phone bout' to blow though
They looking for that coco
We got them chickens good yo
Yeah we got that pollo

I pull the cash out scream Y.O.L.O
To I get a sore throat I scream Y.O.L.O
Niggas come masked up like Zorro
Fuck your bitch on the lean that's a slow poke
Then I'm scoping the scene like a Go Pro
Niggas know what I mean keep it low pro
I just stick and move like a pogo
Then I laugh to the bank, nigga no joke (L.O.L)

And these niggas showboat with no boat (Yeah)
Me, I got broke for show though (Yeah)
I get that for show dough for sure though (Yeah)
Cause there ain't no dough like mo' dough (L.O.L)
And these niggas showboat with no boat (Yeah)
Me, I got broke for show though (Yeah)
I get that for show dough for sure though (Yeah)
Cause there ain't no dough like mo' dough

Been trappin' on the low low, just me and my woe no
Adderall for no [?] cappin' on you poor hoes
Dapper in my polo, trappin' in my polo
Trappin' out a Volvo (Yeah)

I've been trappin' on the low low, just me and my woe no
But I think the feds got a hunch, like Quasimodo
Snappin' all these photos, tracking down my bro bros
Trappin' with my woe woes (Yeah)

I've been trappin' on the low low, I don't let my hoe know
All this promethazine, bitch I'm bout' to go pro
Reppin' for my logo, that's me and my woe woes
Cappin' on the popos, trappin' on you poor hoes (Yeah)
That's me and my woe woes (Yeah)
Trappin' on you broke hoes (Yeah)
That's me and my woe woes (Yeah)
Trappin' on the low low

I've been trappin' on the low low, just me and my woe no
But I think the feds got a hunch, like Quasimodo
Snappin' all these photos, tracking down my bro bros
Trappin' with my woe woes (Yeah)
Trappin' on the low low (Yeah)
Just me and my woe no, I think the feds got a hunch (I think the feds got a hunch)
Talking to all my bro bros, snappin' all these photos
That's that "Yeah, I know" pose
But they don't know

Trappin' on the low low (Yeah) just me and my woe no
But I think the feds got a hunch (I think the feds got a hunch)
That's that "Yeah, I know" pose
(But they don't know...)

Skate It Off lyrics - Lil Wayne

Mic check
This the motherfuckin' squad man
You know how we fuckin' it up...
Mic check
We the Fort Knox squad, watch the cream baby
Real squad shit man
Let's go, let's go

Wait, I just skated off on the plug, skrr, skrr
I just skated off like T. Pud, skrr, skrr
I just skated off, on twelve
With the work in one hand like Odell
With the work, yeah
I got eyeballs on the roof, on the roof
I keep nigga's scars just for proof, nigga oh
Money so tall it could hoop, money go
I'm high on my I.D, my IG and IQ
Yeah, I just touched down, what's the scoop?
What's the scoop?
I just hear blasé, blasé, blasé, whoop-de-whoop
Whoop-de-whoop
Yeah, I just touched down, I'm going for two
(Let's go, let's go)
You just hear AK, AK, AK, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
I just touched down, what it do?
What it do?
Me and all my skaters in cahoots, in cahoots
Bitch, I just skated off like Nyjah Huston, switch
Think I need a cake for my soup, yeah
I just skated off on drugs, on drugs
I just skated off sippin' mud, sippin' mud
I just skated off on the Xan, on the Xan
And we just skateboard, we don't dance in our pants, nope

I just skated off on twelve, fuck twelve bitch
Like a boss, like a fuckin' handrail, that handrail bitch
I just skated off in YSL, YSL, what you do?
And I can eyeball work, fuck the scale, fuck the scale
I got eyeballs on the roof, on the roof
My slimer ollie off this fuckin' roof, fuckin' roof bitch
I got eyeballs on your squad, pop, pop, pop
I just skated off like a shot, so deep
I just skated off with Chaz Ortiz, Chaz Ortiz bitch
I just skated with some SB's, got some SB's bitch
I just skated off with the [?]
I got eyeballs on your whoodie, fuck you, got 'em
Keep your eyeballs off my guap-o, guap-o
I just skated off like El Chapo, Chapo
I just skated off when I chop
A gun in both hands, bitch I'm 'bout to do the Shaba, Shaba
Treat a Rolls Royce like a Honda, bitch back up off me
Nigga I'm the God, you Godiva
She gon' pop it off for a thug, yeah
I just skated off on her love, deuces
I just skated off on the plug
She just skated off on her humps
I just skated off on a thot, thot bitch
And left her thong wetter than my yacht, why not?
I just skeeted off in your wifey (get a lot of hoes)
While I got more cars than the sidekick, I'm good
Black credit card, nigga swipe it, I'm good
We them niggas man
We good
Stripes in these streets, call me stripey I'm good
Long Beep...
Flying in these streets like a pilot
Tissues for the [?] they keep crying 'bout the truce

I just skated off on twelve
Everything that's in my safe that's for bail
Yeah cause I know nigga's turning snake, we turning up
Yeah, I told my hoe I had to turn the page, she turned to drugs
Double barrel, double date and double cup
And no matter how hard I fall, I get up, man fuck you going bitch?
I get up and try again, we call that rebate
Oh your bitch just want this D? Okay it's D-Day
I get flu off on her PJ
I'm gon' make my skaters rich, we ain't no cheapskates, no, no
That AK got that pop like the TJ
Yeah, in the streets we [?] get them sweepstakes
Fuckboi you a hater, what the streets say
These bullets turn your tomato to a v8
Yeah we chilling, we finnesin' very easy
We get the squad, looking for another squad to cremate

Staring At The World lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Intro]
Weed and syrup, yeah
Who we is? Young Mooolah, baby!
Got that right shorty
Bigg D on the track!

[Hook]
I'm just, staring at the world
From a Cadillac window, baby
Hoping this girl in my passenger don't act funny with me
Get her to my home, we get naked like some new born babies
I'm ready to perform and she's gon' be my audience
And she said "Bravo"
And I said "I know"
And she said "Encore"
Girl, I'm really big on you
So what you wanna do?
Too fly you need a parachute
But that just means you're falling in love

[Verse 1]
In love with a skater
Five six seven, man, I already ate her
She had a coffee mug and a pair of Uggs
Got some makeup on my shirt when she gave me a hug
Shorty got me open
Pussy so good wish I could smoke it
Where your mans at?
Remember me like this one time at band camp, yeah!
Like that man, she on my mind all day, check my CAT scan
Hey, where you going with all that?
I fuck her till she whine and then I drink a tall glass

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Girl you gon' make me take you
To your desired destination
Left leg, right leg, segregation
Cause I know you like that shit, cause I love that shit
Girl that's my hole, I dug that ditch
And when it gets cold, I'm there for her to hold
She climbs my pole, beat that pussy like she stole something
And she so fine
From the front from the side from behind
Pop that pussy like a cork and I'mma fuck you till you whine

[Hook]

Start A Fire lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Christina Milian)

[Christina Milian (Lil Wayne):]
(Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it)
(They just don't get it)
(Temperature's risin', her body yearnin' yeah we on that R. Kelly)
(And then she tell me)
Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby I'll be your gasoline
(And they just don't get it)
Lets start a fire, watch the entire
World as it opens up in flames
(And they just don't get it)
Lets start a fire
(Yeah, Mickey & Valerie)
(Yeah, Bonnie and Clyde)
(Thelma & Lil Weezy)

[Lil Wayne:]
I'm like goodness gracious great wall of China
All we do is fuck all day, all mañana
It's a cold world, I stay warm inside her
Make her perspire sweat blood and crying
Goodness gracious, great God almighty
She fuck me like a king, Stephen, Martin, Rodney
We break all of monotony, baby we high commodity
They just don't get it

[Christina Milian & Lil Wayne:]
Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby I'll be your gasoline
And they just don't get it
Lets start a fire, watch the entire
World as it opens up in flames
And they just don't get it
Lets start a fire
Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it
They just don't get it
Temperature's risin', her body yearnin' yeah we on that R. Kelly
And then she tell me
Lets start a fire

[Lil Wayne:]
Like goodness gracious, great balls of fire
She ridin' me like a street car named desire
Stop, drop, roll and shake what her mama gave her
Clap that ass like the choir
Oh, I run into my old thing
I say bitch you broke my heart, but thats just growin' pains
Trust me, she ain't nothin' but an old flame
I threw water on that old flame, no more flames
I'm so glad I'm out the dope game
Cause now I got more time to burn in that pussy like some propane
Now that pussy is my domain
I know they just don't get it

[Christina Milian & Lil Wayne:]
Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby I'll be your gasoline
Lets start a fire, watch the entire
World as it opens up in flames
And they just don't get it
Lets start a fire
They just don't get it
See we already, we already did it
And now we on fire, we on fire
Its me and you
Just don't get it, we already, we already did it
And now we on fire, we on fire, yeah
Mama I'm in love with a a hot girl, and they just don't get it
They just don't get it
Baby I'll be your gasoline
Fuck it, cause Mama I'm in love with a a hot girl
And they just don't get it
Fuck em', cause Mama I'm in love with a hot girl
And they just don't get it
Young Mula baby

Sucker For Pain lyrics - Lil Wayne (with Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons) (feat. Logic, Ty Dolla $ign & X Ambassadors)

[from "Suicide Squad" soundtrack]

[Dan Reynolds & Sam Harris:]
I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I'm a slave to your games
I'm just a sucker for pain
I wanna chain you up
I wanna tie you down
I'm just a sucker for pain

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
I'm a sucker for pain
I got the squad tatted on me from my neck to my ankles
Pressure from the man got us all in rebellion
We gon' go to war, yeah, without failure
Do it for the fam, dog, ten toes down, dog
Love and the loyalty that's what we stand for
Alienated by society, all this pressure give me anxiety
Walk slow through the fire
Like, who gon' try us?
Feeling the world go against us
So we put the world on our shoulders

[Dan Reynolds & Sam Harris:]
I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I'm a slave to your games
I'm just a sucker for pain
I wanna chain you up
I wanna tie you down
I'm just a sucker for pain

[Logic:]
I been at it with my homies
It don't matter, you don't know me
I been rollin' with my team, we the illest on the scene
I been riding 'round the city with my squad
I been riding 'round the city with my squad
We just posted, getting crazy, living like this is so amazing
Hold up take a step back, when we roll up, cause I know what
We been loyal, we been fam, we the ones you trust in
Won't hesitate to go straight to your head like a concussion
I know I been bustin', no discussion for my family
No hesitation, through my scope I see my enemy
Like what's up? Hold up, we finna re-load up
Yes I re-load up, I know what up, I know what up

[Dan Reynolds & Sam Harris:]
I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I'm a slave to your games
I'm just a sucker for pain
I wanna chain you up
I wanna tie you down
I'm just a sucker for pain

[Lil Wayne:]
I'm devoted to destruction
A full dosage of detrimental dysfunction
I'm dying slow but the devil tryna rush me
See I'm a fool for pain, I'm a dummy
Might cut my head off right after I slit my throat
Tongue kiss a shark, got jealous bitches up in the boat
Eating peanut butter and jelly fishes on toast
And if I get stung I get stoked, might choke
Like I chewed a chunk of charcoal
Naked in the North Pole
That's why my heart cold, full of sorrow, the lost soul
And only Lord knows when I'm coming to the crossroads
So I don't fear shit but tomorrow
And I'm a sucker for pain, it ain't nothing but pain
You just fuckin' complain, you ain't tough as you claim
Just stay up in your lane, just don't fuck with Lil Wayne
I'mma jump from a plane or stand in front of a train
Cause I'm a sucker for pain

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Used to doing bad, now we feel like we just now getting it
Ain't got no other way so we started and finished it
No pain, no gain
Never stand down, made our own way
Never going slow, we pick up the pace
This is what we wanted from a young age
No emotion, that's what business is
Lord have mercy on the witnesses

[Dan Reynolds & Sam Harris:]
I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I'm just a sucker for pain

[Sam Harris:]
More pain
Got me begging, begging, begging, begging, begging, begging
For more pain
Got me begging, begging, begging, begging, begging, begging
For more pain
Got me begging, begging, begging, begging, begging, begging
For more pain
Got me begging...

That's Not Luv lyrics - Lil Wayne

That's not love
That's not love
(On the real side)
That's not love, (You dig)
Not real true love

Snakes in the grass, so I stay on the pavement
Survived the battle when Adam was a cavemen
And dead animals and dead men
I'm all in and my only friend is Amen
Keep your mouth closed, you wanna know why you die?
The answer's right under your nose
Expose to the streets, in the game I don't cheat
I had to play my position, get MVP
I get money don't shit come free
It's my life and I'm runin' even with numb feet
Keep my business in my pocket, don't wash with bleach
And I never show my hand, not even to me, you see

That's not love
That's not love

Look, as the crooked world revolves
Love spelled backwards is evolve
The evil spelled backward was just live or live
And When death comes you better have life to give
I spit that real talk like knives to ribs
And rats die ugly, die with kids
These niggas stitchin' and still livin'
I hope my words are like razor's to them bitches
Niggas pretend like they there to dig in
But when they go down and fuck around and be them
That blood live for millon when it's leakin'
If you scared go see a deacon, nigga
That ain't love

That's not love
That's not love

Vizine lyrics - Lil Wayne

Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust what I see?

My scene just a crime scene
Got the high beams and the sirens, yeah
My team we could buy teams
Talking dirty money? Check the hygienes
All the dirty money get dry cleaned
Talking dirty money, say I'm rasting
All my goons kidnap your offsprings while I was working on my golf swing
Oh, sweet dreams, having nightmares
It's a cold world, I got an ice grill
No one man should have all that power if he can't afford to pay the light bills
I got a forcefield over my heartbeat
The window seal with no door key
I'm popping pills to feel more me
Cut off the wings now I'm soaring
And I never feel like poor me
I'd rather feel like the old me
I was born with wheels and I roll deep
I could make the devil get cold feet
Don't like the clove unless it's four leaf
Get a pussy wetter than a coral reef
On my face I tatted me a Fleur de Lis
Should I get it covered with a coca leaf?
I could tell you better than you showed me
I could show you better than you told me
I'm an OG up in OT and it's no sleep till it's roast beef
I better not hear a Little Bo-Peep
Better go figure, better go deep
Pass no judgement, pass your weed
I'm the goat nigga, no goatee

Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust what I see?

Sipping on purple like it's herbal
Bad brown bitch, Lisa Turtle
On turbo, you don't wanna disturb him
Momma put too much sugar in my gerber
Damn, I done dropped too many ashes in my turban
I done see so many titties on Bourbon
Live a different kind of lifestyle
Different color diamond got a nigga looking like sherbert
Stepped up to the plate, knocked it out the park
Eat a nigga face like tiger shark
Dressed in all red like Olajuwon
My niggas hit your safe like the holocaust
My niggas catch a case, feel like I got Mossed
My nigga treat the K just like a [?]
Got a lawyer and an agent but I'm the boss
And my heart always racing but never lost
Hello? I was the illest nigga on child support
Now I'm looking at the riot report
Went and looked at the final score
Bedroom got revolving doors
Bitches in and out smiling more
Than children smiling at a carnival
Ain't got nothing in common but the common cold
Big B's nigga, honor roll
Hold up, a nigga found the flow
Started from the bottom bitch
Never been monogamous
Never been monotonous
Never been anonymous
Money is unanimous
Always had accomplices
Always had conglomerates
Always let chopper clip stick out like a bottom lip
You running out of time, so you better know what time it is
You running out of tears and you running out of volunteers
Young Moolah bitch, I die for the logo
Cocaine price low, call that a low blow
Tunechi like Pablo, keys in the rowboat
Tunechi in the yacht though, still don't showboat
Sipping on the slowpoke, moving like a tugboat
Smoking like a steamboat, fucking on a love boat
Better read the ransom note before you read the love note
Don't know if its sore throat, deep throat or cut throat

Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust what I see?

Oh why am I so kamikazee
Why can't I stay in my seat?
I'm so hyphy
Try me, why do I see these bloody bodies?
Why do I love what I see?
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
RIP, if you can't live in peace, you can die in peace
As your eyes close and mines bleed, I need Vizine

YFS lyrics - Lil Wayne

Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless
About to body slam the beat, Love Wrestlemania
Love miscellaneous, fuck instantaneous
I'm busting nuts in her mouth, young macadamia
Young, rich and famous, young rich and famous
Young Money but the money so fuckin' ancient
Buy wine, drink it, by God, amen
Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh and shameless

Back to it, waste no time
Black Uzi, Draco, 9
Back smokin' bomb
[?]
Black Mamba, coke lines
Snake eyes open wide
Rap poison, you know why
Hair trigger, no salon
Can't lose, in overtime, hit Miami for LeBron
Swam through whole Ocean Drive
Smoke a stick, porcupine
All these bitches want be mine
Yeah she lit I blow her mind
Look at how I make all these looking ass niggas roll they eyes
Go retarded on them, Tunechi
Openhearted on them, Tunechi
I'm the father, I wear the pants, I'm talking Corduroy or blue jeans
Smoking harder on a doobie, holy water running through me
Polariods they tryna shoot me
[?]

Young niggas famous, my young niggas go in
My OGs are no different, identical twins
1-7 amen, that's my set, amen
Can't forget to thank him
Fuck these hoes, I blame them
Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless
Bout to body slam your bitch
Lord, Wrestlemania
Young, rich and famous, young, rich and famous
If you hating on me you can tongue kiss the anus
Bigger picture painting, fine art framing
Don't forget to hang it, fine wine drank it
Turn a trap house to the wine house, Amy
My God, amen
Don't forget to thank him
Don't try to play him, your whole squad be dead man
We pull up in the AM, toast, waffles, bacon
More fiyah blazin', the chopper sound Jamaican
I stay armed like a cowboy
Troy Aikman [?]

That's a Polo blanket, she under it naked
I'm under influences, got me overthinking
Got me syrup drinkin', popping Percs to painers
Niggas talking about they gods, they just Kirk Franklins
And my dreams are so big, feel like the Earth's shrinking
I wake up and chase my dreams, catch 'em and contain 'em
Still the best rapper alive, still the steel is stainless
I feel like the Yankees, but my hittas [?]

Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless
About to body slam your bitch
Love Wrestlemania
Love miscellaneous, we fuck instantaneous
I'm busting nuts in her mouth, young macadamia
Young, rich and famous, young rich and famous
Young Money but the money so fuckin' ancient
Buy wine, drink it, by God, amen
Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh and shameless

Young, fresh and shameless
(Hold up)
Got me syrup drinkin', popping Percs to painers
Niggas talking about they gods, they just Kirk Franklins
Oh

"I Am Not A Human Being II" (2013)

• IANAHB lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Curtains lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Boo)
• Days And Days lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. 2 Chainz)
• Gunwalk lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda)
• No Worries lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Detail)
• Back To You lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Trigger Finger lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Soulja Boy)
• Beat The Shit lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gunplay)
• Rich As Fuck lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. 2 Chainz)
• Trippy lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Juicy J)
• Bitches Love Me (Good Kush & Alcohol) lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake & Future)
• Romance lyrics - Lil Wayne
• God Bless Amerika lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Wowzers lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Trina)
• Hello lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Shane Heyl)
• Lay It Down lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Nicki Minaj & Cory Gunz)
• Hot Revolver lyrics - Lil Wayne
• My Homies Still lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Big Sean)
• Shit Stains lyrics - Lil Wayne