[RiFF RAFF:]
Boys, now listen, we got more motherfuckin' TV screens on the outside the damn tour bus than on that motherfucker.
Boys playin' Playstation we come through motherfuckin' hang gliding off motherfuckin' Versace skyscrapers.
I don't get it, what more can you ask for?
[Drake:]
Yeah, sound sound sound
Real 6 side shit
Sickos, ah man
[Drake:]
Yeah, when you get to where I'm at
You gotta remind 'em where the fuck you at
Every time they talkin' it's behind your back
Gotta learn to line 'em up and then attack
They gone say your name on them airwaves
They gone hit you up right after like it's only rap
Jewels look like I found a motherfuckin' treasure map
And ain't told no one where the fuck it's at
Shout out to the G's from the ends
We don't love no girls from the ends
I'm gone hit 'em with the wham once again
I'mma always end up as a man at the end, dog
It's just apparent every year
Only see the truth when I'm staring in the mirror
Lookin' at myself like there it is there
Yea, like there it is there man, whoop
I ain't tryna chance it
I be with the bands like a nigga went to Jackson State or Grambling
Young Nick Cannon with the snare drum, dancin'
Watch the way I handle it
Bring it to the bedroom, you know that shit is candle lit
She know I'm the man with it, uh
With the bands like I must've went to Clark, went to Hampton
I ain't playin' with it
[Hook - Drake:]
I ain't felt the pressure in a little while
It's gonna take some getting used to
Floatin' all through the city with the windows down
Puttin' on like I used to
They never told me when you get the crown
It's gone take some getting used to
New friends all in their old feelings now
They don't love you like they used to man
When you get to where the fuck I'm at
You gotta remind 'em about where you been
About all of the money that done came and went
About the two cents I ain't never spent
When they say you're too famous to pack a gat
I gotta remind 'em about where I'm from
Not about where I'm going, about where I've gone
Steppin' on to squish a roach like a steppin' stone
Goin' at a nigga throat like a herringbone
Boy do I smell beef? Mmmm pheromones
Got a fuckin' halo over my devil horns
Trap pumpin' all night like Chevron
Suck a nigga dick for an iPhone 6
Fuck my nigga Terry for a new Blackberry
You can buried for an ounce of Katy Perry
I was only five but still remember the drought in '87
Lord tell 'em bitches I ain't got no time to play games with 'em
I ain't got no time
Tell her that I love her and I hate her in the same sentence
I'm fuckin' her mind
I got, mind control over Deebo
Parmesan my panino
Promethazine over Pinot
And when my blood start shootin' that's B-roll bitch
[Hook - Drake & Lil Wayne]
[RiFF RAFF:]
Let's just let bygones be bygones, okay?
Let's just go ahead and just let bygones be bygones
I pull up lookin' like a damn cyborg, weighin' 224
Oh man, these boys don't even understand
Listen when you see OVO Jodi pull up on the scene with Drake
For goodness sakes, well for goodness sakes
You see this mixtape you listenin' to? This an album
Yea, we could have, we could have sold it to you for 17.99 or 29.99 with the shirt, buy it at the Target
These motherfuckers trippin' so hard I had to look down and double check cause I thought they had their shoes tied together
Motherfuckers got they shoes tied together
What more could you ask for?
Boys harassing me with these questions
How about this?
How about don't ask me know more motherfucking questions, we ain't doing no interview
No Type lyrics - Lil Wayne
Cuz I ain't got no type
But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite
Counting dirty money all night, where the wipes?
I like my Swisher Sweets, fat as fuck, with cellulite
My bitch got a wife, got me walking round' feeling like Dolemite
These niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line
There pockets saying vacant, and my shit saying occupied
Bad bitch on my team
Bad bitch on my team, just like Katniss Everdeen
Got lipstick everywhere
I got it shaking on this dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick like a electric chair, lord
I got liquor, I got cigarettes
And these pussy ass niggas just got PMS
I don't think you should see him, nor live off per diem
She just took off her clothes, and said you ain't lying
She pretty like the bride of Frankenstein
She kill it like she married to the mob
I can't let one of these hoes let me down, mama
She said don't worry son I help you make one
Cuz these hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades
Don't let it blow up in yo face
Had to buy my dick a barricade
And a mothafuckin' K9, now
Diamonds in my teeth, I'm eating carrot cake
So hard for me to put on a fake smile
Had to buy my dick a barricade
And a mothafuckin' K9, now
I got cocaine, I got cigarettes
I don't do neither, except my bitch request
She like bad boys, I'm her crook in the neck
Her suicide note say she love me to death
For her Lewinsky is so critical
And I didn't mean to get political
I watch her, let figure slither
But I don't look into her snake eyes
I ain't got no type
But when I met codeine, there was love at first sprite
I been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes?
I like my swisher sweet, fat as fuck, with cellulite
My bitch got a wife, got me walking around feeling like Dolemite
And these niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line
Their pockets saying vacant, and my shit saying occupied
But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite
I been counting dirty money through the night, where the wipes?
I like my swisher sweet, fat as fuck, that's how you like
My bitch got a wife, got me walking around feeling like Dolemite
And these niggas talking crazy, and they don't get out of line
I'm sorry for the wait, til I drop Tha Carter 5
But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite
Counting dirty money all night, where the wipes?
I like my Swisher Sweets, fat as fuck, with cellulite
My bitch got a wife, got me walking round' feeling like Dolemite
These niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line
There pockets saying vacant, and my shit saying occupied
Bad bitch on my team
Bad bitch on my team, just like Katniss Everdeen
Got lipstick everywhere
I got it shaking on this dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick like a electric chair, lord
I got liquor, I got cigarettes
And these pussy ass niggas just got PMS
I don't think you should see him, nor live off per diem
She just took off her clothes, and said you ain't lying
She pretty like the bride of Frankenstein
She kill it like she married to the mob
I can't let one of these hoes let me down, mama
She said don't worry son I help you make one
Cuz these hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades
Don't let it blow up in yo face
Had to buy my dick a barricade
And a mothafuckin' K9, now
Diamonds in my teeth, I'm eating carrot cake
So hard for me to put on a fake smile
Had to buy my dick a barricade
And a mothafuckin' K9, now
I got cocaine, I got cigarettes
I don't do neither, except my bitch request
She like bad boys, I'm her crook in the neck
Her suicide note say she love me to death
For her Lewinsky is so critical
And I didn't mean to get political
I watch her, let figure slither
But I don't look into her snake eyes
I ain't got no type
But when I met codeine, there was love at first sprite
I been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes?
I like my swisher sweet, fat as fuck, with cellulite
My bitch got a wife, got me walking around feeling like Dolemite
And these niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line
Their pockets saying vacant, and my shit saying occupied
But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite
I been counting dirty money through the night, where the wipes?
I like my swisher sweet, fat as fuck, that's how you like
My bitch got a wife, got me walking around feeling like Dolemite
And these niggas talking crazy, and they don't get out of line
I'm sorry for the wait, til I drop Tha Carter 5
Fingers Hurting lyrics - Lil Wayne
She live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said, "okay, don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I said shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, I said I couldn't get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin
Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurting
Let my bitches help me, before they leave I check they purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and these verses
Whippin' in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off
I'mma get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch by the curb and like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her pussy taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a fur ball
Fuck the other side nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin' it
Workin' like a slave on my Roots part two shit
Gotta let 'em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi, bitch
Bop bop bop
Fuck with me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I'm home from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
Stompin' the yard like a gamma, niggas was goin' bananas
I'm calm like a camel, I'm smokin' that strong like a camel
I bet my life when we gamble
Y'all shippin' keys, we shippin' grand pianos
I'm in that Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
I'm gone, two fingers up, bitch, I'm gone
Rich forever; Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin' my destiny going
Like the House of Deréon
This plane that I'm on is private, my very own
So no checkin' my carry-ons
She sent the picture naked, I said it's on
But she live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to south beach
I told her to come over she said "Ok don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I say shut the fuck up and put this dick back in your mouth please
I don't see nothin' wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi motherfucker tighter than a pinch nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, said I couldn't get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of bein' a virgin
Now I don't get excited nigga, I just get exotic
I don't get invited to these bitches pity parties
I don't do narcotic even though a nigga got it
Countin' all this money, I feel like I got arthritis
Beggin' up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my bitches help me, 'fore they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution and these verses
Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
I'm gon' get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' 'bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
We yellin' suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Yeah, you hear us yellin', suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Blood gang, nigga
And it's the Sorry 4 the Wait 2
And I'm so sorry for the wait too
Sorry for the wait, I had to drop that part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin' it
Workin' like a slave, talking Roots part two and shit
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch
I told her to come over, she said, "okay, don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I said shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, I said I couldn't get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin
Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurting
Let my bitches help me, before they leave I check they purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and these verses
Whippin' in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off
I'mma get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch by the curb and like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her pussy taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a fur ball
Fuck the other side nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin' it
Workin' like a slave on my Roots part two shit
Gotta let 'em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi, bitch
Bop bop bop
Fuck with me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I'm home from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
Stompin' the yard like a gamma, niggas was goin' bananas
I'm calm like a camel, I'm smokin' that strong like a camel
I bet my life when we gamble
Y'all shippin' keys, we shippin' grand pianos
I'm in that Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
I'm gone, two fingers up, bitch, I'm gone
Rich forever; Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin' my destiny going
Like the House of Deréon
This plane that I'm on is private, my very own
So no checkin' my carry-ons
She sent the picture naked, I said it's on
But she live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to south beach
I told her to come over she said "Ok don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I say shut the fuck up and put this dick back in your mouth please
I don't see nothin' wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi motherfucker tighter than a pinch nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, said I couldn't get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of bein' a virgin
Now I don't get excited nigga, I just get exotic
I don't get invited to these bitches pity parties
I don't do narcotic even though a nigga got it
Countin' all this money, I feel like I got arthritis
Beggin' up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my bitches help me, 'fore they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution and these verses
Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
I'm gon' get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' 'bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
We yellin' suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Yeah, you hear us yellin', suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Blood gang, nigga
And it's the Sorry 4 the Wait 2
And I'm so sorry for the wait too
Sorry for the wait, I had to drop that part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin' it
Workin' like a slave, talking Roots part two and shit
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch
Hot Nigga lyrics - Lil Wayne
I'm sorry for the wait nigga
I'm tighter than these pussy hoes, I'm chaff, nigga
Pockets full of crumbs, I'm a breadwinner
I'm sorry for the wait nigga
I'm aiming at your Beats by Dr. Dre, nigga
I put up some ornaments today, nigga
Cause round here, every day a holiday, nigga
This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
That AK shoot like K do
Had to tell myself, 'Tune just stay tuned'
Swear I got the hardest stroke, my shit break brooms
I been high since 1998, nigga
That's 98 degrees, Nick Lachey, nigga
Hope you know the Feds got Instagram
They liking every photo that you take nigga
I was toting a gun before a switchblade
Cut your head off and put it on display
Boy we find out where you live and then we invade
Boy we do not kill no kids but your bitch dead
Oooh, shawty like the way that you floss out
Till I shoot you in the head, now she grossed out
I'm the boss, you just heard it from the horse mouth
I told a nigga count on me and niggas lost count
This world is only preparation for the next
Money bags under my eyes, money over rest
Tryna get 100 M's out the alphabets
Open up my mouth to smile, oooh treasure chest
Oooh, DJ Stevie J keep the Glock on him
I just bought a new .44 and I'mma proud owner
Belfast and Monroe that was our corner
Fuckin' fast in your ho, oooh Kowa-bunga
Sip some lean, pop a Xan bar
My bougie bitch pussy taste like caviar
Once I fuck a bitch, her pussy is a landmark
I don't know how you like your steak but I'm in rare form
Fuck them bitchass niggas, fuck whoever care for 'em
Momma jumped out a plane, I was airborne
Gold watches, gold chains, watch for Leprechauns
Favorite subject was PE, Pablo Escobar
Kill him when he least expect it at a restaurant
Throw him with the rest of 'em in a reservoir
I'm the renaissance man, peep my repertoire
Excuse my French, but it's menage a trois, au revoir
Oooh, my nina Ross got a bad mouth
Yea, I'm consuming grass like a cash cow
Give a fuck 'bout a police with his badge out
If you ain't got a warrant get up out my damn house
This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
This an all white affair, I brought the yay through
She said Tunechi skate through, and I'mma skate you
I'm aimin' at your grapefruit, blaow, grape juice
Oooh, tell them bitches free dick and blow
Give me head, can't kiss no more
I got free jewelry, car keys, and more
And I just started robbin' like a week ago
Hundred diamonds on my bitch, I don't bling no more
200,000 for a show, you gotta speak to Po
Yeah, got me on my Young Money shit
No Cash Money, just Young Money shit
Woah, got me on my Young Money shit
My nigga Chaz Ortiz in this bitch with me
Young Mula!
I'm tighter than these pussy hoes, I'm chaff, nigga
Pockets full of crumbs, I'm a breadwinner
I'm sorry for the wait nigga
I'm aiming at your Beats by Dr. Dre, nigga
I put up some ornaments today, nigga
Cause round here, every day a holiday, nigga
This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
That AK shoot like K do
Had to tell myself, 'Tune just stay tuned'
Swear I got the hardest stroke, my shit break brooms
I been high since 1998, nigga
That's 98 degrees, Nick Lachey, nigga
Hope you know the Feds got Instagram
They liking every photo that you take nigga
I was toting a gun before a switchblade
Cut your head off and put it on display
Boy we find out where you live and then we invade
Boy we do not kill no kids but your bitch dead
Oooh, shawty like the way that you floss out
Till I shoot you in the head, now she grossed out
I'm the boss, you just heard it from the horse mouth
I told a nigga count on me and niggas lost count
This world is only preparation for the next
Money bags under my eyes, money over rest
Tryna get 100 M's out the alphabets
Open up my mouth to smile, oooh treasure chest
Oooh, DJ Stevie J keep the Glock on him
I just bought a new .44 and I'mma proud owner
Belfast and Monroe that was our corner
Fuckin' fast in your ho, oooh Kowa-bunga
Sip some lean, pop a Xan bar
My bougie bitch pussy taste like caviar
Once I fuck a bitch, her pussy is a landmark
I don't know how you like your steak but I'm in rare form
Fuck them bitchass niggas, fuck whoever care for 'em
Momma jumped out a plane, I was airborne
Gold watches, gold chains, watch for Leprechauns
Favorite subject was PE, Pablo Escobar
Kill him when he least expect it at a restaurant
Throw him with the rest of 'em in a reservoir
I'm the renaissance man, peep my repertoire
Excuse my French, but it's menage a trois, au revoir
Oooh, my nina Ross got a bad mouth
Yea, I'm consuming grass like a cash cow
Give a fuck 'bout a police with his badge out
If you ain't got a warrant get up out my damn house
This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
This an all white affair, I brought the yay through
She said Tunechi skate through, and I'mma skate you
I'm aimin' at your grapefruit, blaow, grape juice
Oooh, tell them bitches free dick and blow
Give me head, can't kiss no more
I got free jewelry, car keys, and more
And I just started robbin' like a week ago
Hundred diamonds on my bitch, I don't bling no more
200,000 for a show, you gotta speak to Po
Yeah, got me on my Young Money shit
No Cash Money, just Young Money shit
Woah, got me on my Young Money shit
My nigga Chaz Ortiz in this bitch with me
Young Mula!
Hollyweezy lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Flickering lighter]
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Uhh
Hollygrove, Hollywood,
Hollygrove, Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Find out where your parents stay
Tell my goons to go
Straight to your momma room
What's in your pockets
What's in your pocketbook
We think the Bible's a comic book
Bitch this Hollygrove,
Too far from Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
I got cocaine that's
So good, need a name
Call it milk, because
Milk does the body good
I got this heat on my waist
So somebody better
Monitor the thermometer
I just eat pussy and
Pussy-ass niggas all day
And I ain't even kinda full
Hollygrove, Hollywoood,
Hollygrove, Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Woo
I went from Bourbon to Beverly Hills
Show me your tits
I'll show you my weapon and grill
And heaven is real
I get an actress into my bedroom
She lay down and say let's make a film
I be like action
I hold her head down by her neck
This how breathtaking feel
Family first, you get your family killed
That's if you squeal
Pop-pop close range hold that gun
Like the photographer
Hold the camera still
Bad bitch ridin my dick
She swerve cause another
Bitch grabbin the wheel
I ask 'em to chill
They both look at me say shut up
I say my lips are sealed
Oooh
I come from Hollygrove,
I done went Hollywood
I was a match made in heaven
When hell was a pile of wood
I run through hell
With gasoline drawers on
Stop tell the Devil that God is good
Entrepreneur in a Bentley droptop Azure
Vagina connoisseur out the hood
I come from Hollygrove
Everyday Halloween
We shoot your block up
And just say we shot a scene
This is a robbery
I let the chopper squeeze
Turn you to cottage cheese
Been on my beast
Since I was wearing Wallabees
Where paparazzi
I need my privacy
Fuck yo' photography
I react violently
Make sure your camera
Get my good side of me
Lawwwd
I come from Hollygrove
Hollywood should make
A movie 'bout Hollygrove
Whoo
Whoever play me should get
A Oscar and a Golden Globe
This ain't no movie
This is real shit
I don't need a script
'Cause I know my role
My Hollywood bitch just overdosed
All she could snort
More coke than Pinocchio
I come from the streets
But got superstar
Written all over my face
That's why these hoes in my face
I come from Hollygrove
I moved to Hollywood
Just to californicate
Bapapapapapapapa
I ain't finna shoot and
Tell 'em don't check the gate
Hollygrove, Hollywood,
Hollygrove, Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Hollygrove, Hollywood,
Hollygrove, Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Fall asleep to the gunshots
Wake up and smell the embalming fluid
I come from Hollygrove,
My bitch from Hollywood
When I fuck her she say hallelujah
Hollygrove too far from Hollywood
Ohh but I done went Hollywood
Hollygrove, Hollywood,
Hollygrove, Hollywood
Hollygrove ain't far from H-Town
We used to drive back and
Forth with the work prayin
Lord please don't
Let this car break down
[Laughs]
H-Town
Lawwd
I done went from Hollygrove to H-Town
Hollygrove to Houston
Got a bad 5th ward bitch that be boostin
Sometimes she doze off
That's the lean I excuse it
She said if it ain't
Chopped and screwed
It ain't music
She say I never take her out
We went to eat at Houston's
Sometimes I doze off that's
The lean I'm just snoozin
I still got Actavis
Nigga that's exclusive
Kill you for a pint that's a PT Cruiser
I see way too many hoes in my future
I'm gon' nail all them hoes
I'm Freddy Krueger
Grew up on Bun B, Pimp C was my tutor
Pimp Squad for life had
To do this for Houston
Hollygrove ain't far from H-town
We used to drive back
And forth with the work
Praying the car don't break down
Ohhh
Hollygrove ain't far from H-town
We used to drive back and forth with
Codeine, cocaine, the pills, and pounds
Yeah and we got back home safe and sound
If you got pulled over you
Don't give police no names
Or get killed and never found
Word
But I kept some money to bail out
Momma used to say if I ever get caught
They gon' put me under the jailhouse
Damn
I'm too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
One to the chest with this chopper
Leave you with just arms
And a head like a octopus
I got this chopper
Protecting my livelihood
I'm so good
I'm so straight
I'm secure
Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Cut
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Uhh
Hollygrove, Hollywood,
Hollygrove, Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Find out where your parents stay
Tell my goons to go
Straight to your momma room
What's in your pockets
What's in your pocketbook
We think the Bible's a comic book
Bitch this Hollygrove,
Too far from Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
I got cocaine that's
So good, need a name
Call it milk, because
Milk does the body good
I got this heat on my waist
So somebody better
Monitor the thermometer
I just eat pussy and
Pussy-ass niggas all day
And I ain't even kinda full
Hollygrove, Hollywoood,
Hollygrove, Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Woo
I went from Bourbon to Beverly Hills
Show me your tits
I'll show you my weapon and grill
And heaven is real
I get an actress into my bedroom
She lay down and say let's make a film
I be like action
I hold her head down by her neck
This how breathtaking feel
Family first, you get your family killed
That's if you squeal
Pop-pop close range hold that gun
Like the photographer
Hold the camera still
Bad bitch ridin my dick
She swerve cause another
Bitch grabbin the wheel
I ask 'em to chill
They both look at me say shut up
I say my lips are sealed
Oooh
I come from Hollygrove,
I done went Hollywood
I was a match made in heaven
When hell was a pile of wood
I run through hell
With gasoline drawers on
Stop tell the Devil that God is good
Entrepreneur in a Bentley droptop Azure
Vagina connoisseur out the hood
I come from Hollygrove
Everyday Halloween
We shoot your block up
And just say we shot a scene
This is a robbery
I let the chopper squeeze
Turn you to cottage cheese
Been on my beast
Since I was wearing Wallabees
Where paparazzi
I need my privacy
Fuck yo' photography
I react violently
Make sure your camera
Get my good side of me
Lawwwd
I come from Hollygrove
Hollywood should make
A movie 'bout Hollygrove
Whoo
Whoever play me should get
A Oscar and a Golden Globe
This ain't no movie
This is real shit
I don't need a script
'Cause I know my role
My Hollywood bitch just overdosed
All she could snort
More coke than Pinocchio
I come from the streets
But got superstar
Written all over my face
That's why these hoes in my face
I come from Hollygrove
I moved to Hollywood
Just to californicate
Bapapapapapapapa
I ain't finna shoot and
Tell 'em don't check the gate
Hollygrove, Hollywood,
Hollygrove, Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Hollygrove, Hollywood,
Hollygrove, Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Fall asleep to the gunshots
Wake up and smell the embalming fluid
I come from Hollygrove,
My bitch from Hollywood
When I fuck her she say hallelujah
Hollygrove too far from Hollywood
Ohh but I done went Hollywood
Hollygrove, Hollywood,
Hollygrove, Hollywood
Hollygrove ain't far from H-Town
We used to drive back and
Forth with the work prayin
Lord please don't
Let this car break down
[Laughs]
H-Town
Lawwd
I done went from Hollygrove to H-Town
Hollygrove to Houston
Got a bad 5th ward bitch that be boostin
Sometimes she doze off
That's the lean I excuse it
She said if it ain't
Chopped and screwed
It ain't music
She say I never take her out
We went to eat at Houston's
Sometimes I doze off that's
The lean I'm just snoozin
I still got Actavis
Nigga that's exclusive
Kill you for a pint that's a PT Cruiser
I see way too many hoes in my future
I'm gon' nail all them hoes
I'm Freddy Krueger
Grew up on Bun B, Pimp C was my tutor
Pimp Squad for life had
To do this for Houston
Hollygrove ain't far from H-town
We used to drive back
And forth with the work
Praying the car don't break down
Ohhh
Hollygrove ain't far from H-town
We used to drive back and forth with
Codeine, cocaine, the pills, and pounds
Yeah and we got back home safe and sound
If you got pulled over you
Don't give police no names
Or get killed and never found
Word
But I kept some money to bail out
Momma used to say if I ever get caught
They gon' put me under the jailhouse
Damn
I'm too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
One to the chest with this chopper
Leave you with just arms
And a head like a octopus
I got this chopper
Protecting my livelihood
I'm so good
I'm so straight
I'm secure
Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Cut
Drunk In Love lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Christina Milian)
I woke up in that pussy and starting stroking
You woke up and said "Go baby"
She said fuck me hard, don't take it easy on me
Don't do me no favors
No neighbors
Pussy like water, got no smell ain't got no flavor
She treat the tip of my dick like a waitress
She doing tricks on my dick cause I'm a skater
[Christina Milian:]
We've been drinkin' and they've been talkin'
But we ain't worried, we just look the other way
It's time to roll up and get it started
It's bout that time I've been feenin' all day
I want you right now
Right in the skate park, riding on your skateboard
You, right now
We drunk in love
I wanna do it all night
We won't stop, got me feeling like Aaliyah when you make my boat rock
Baby be my leader, tell me how you want it papi
How you want it papi? How you want it?
[Hook - Christina Milian x2:]
We gon' be fuckin' all night
We ain't makin' love
We ain't makin' love
So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
I'ma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
Hol' up, throw that, throw that pussy girl
Throw that, throw that pussy
Got you walkin' crooked, lookin' drunk as Uncle Woody
Hol' up, I don't even drink, I just be on that drank
I just be on that dank and wide awake like I ain't
So I'ma wear that ass out all night
You get hard dick all day, pussy always tight
And warmer than The North Face
Ooh talkin' crazy, dick gon' have you walkin' crazy
Round this bitch lookin' handicapped
At least you'll get good parking spaces
Look at things on the bright side
Hit that ass from the right side
I'ma fuck the shit out ya, no more Mr. nice guy
Ooh girl, you gon' get this dick, we don't do romance
She ride the dick so fast, like look ma, no hands
Oh, I'ma pull her hair, I don't care if it ain't her hair
I'ma paint her pussy lips white, white like Dave Chappelle
You gon' suck your finger, after you play with yourself
I'm like fuck all that signing you about to yell
[Hook x2]
I woke up in that pussy and starting stroking
You woke up and said "Go baby"
She said fuck me rough, don't take it easy on me
Don't do me no favors
No neighbors
Fuck you so hard you turn around like goodness gracious
You ask for this and you know I accommodate ya
She doing tricks on my dick cause I'm a skater
[Christina Milian:]
And that purp mixed with that Sprite
My body high and we gettin' [?] with that swisha, hit that lgiht
Boy no speakin', we freakin'
Play around with my boy toy
He slidin' through that half pipe while I'm ridin' on that skate board
Skate board, skate board
Ridin' on that, grindin' grindin' on that
(Hol' up)
He surfin' all that, he surfin' all that hood hood
I'm ridin' on that, twerkin' on that good good
[Hook x2]
And this that sorry
This that, you won't be sorry
No you won't be sorry
Thank you for your patience
This that sorry 4 the wait 2
You won't be sorry no you won't be sorry
This that sorry 4 the wait 2
And I thank you for your patience, yeah
You Guessed It lyrics - Lil Wayne
Nigga, I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait, was busy
Racing Ferrari with Lil Reginae, that's gangsta
You know I always come in second place
You hating, it's written all over your fuckin'
[Hook:]
Bitch you jealous, and I was right
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga don't like
Tell a fuck nigga, bitch you jealous
I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, bitch you jealous
Now give us our cash and our credit
Riding around like Pablo, still talking that blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we going leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than John Wayne
Make him change his name to John Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom bitch
If I'm falling, it's bottomless, if I'm tripping, it's a power trip
Her pearl tongue like the pearly gates
And what said I'll climb the fence
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and what that said
Bitch you jealous, I'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should headline Cochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And nigga you sleep with the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle your feathers
But I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get lemon peppered
Got too many pistols, too many issues, too many mistakes
Too many miscues, only made me better, it turned me into
The man I am today, I'm new and I'm improved
I got my shit right, it's just you and a tissue
Suit yourself because this suit is a rental
Now the snow is just coming in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch down like un momento
I rather get screwed than scrutinize
I rather get used by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking it's uber time
I rather be advised than supervised
You do the math, we do the numbers
We pour champagne and expensive wine
In water guns, and shoot each other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, preposterous when I get drunk
And my goons is wilder than gunk, my do's is as bad as my don'ts
Met a kind of cute bitch with a donk
As long as the bitch got a donk
And I smell like, pussy, money, and weed
She said "ool I like your cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long
Kill yo wife then take the bitch phone
And text you to please hurry home
And the rain drops just turned into blood
It looks like you just come in from a storm
And if all pussies cover walls, I hope you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't worried about ghost
I married the MOB, we divorced
And all that shit dead with out me of course
It's nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You burnt yourself and was suppose to pass me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in forbes nigga
I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait
It's busy, searching my calender for better days
You either turn the page, or tear the page
Y M Young Money nigga, never age
[Hook]
Racing Ferrari with Lil Reginae, that's gangsta
You know I always come in second place
You hating, it's written all over your fuckin'
[Hook:]
Bitch you jealous, and I was right
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga don't like
Tell a fuck nigga, bitch you jealous
I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, bitch you jealous
Now give us our cash and our credit
Riding around like Pablo, still talking that blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we going leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than John Wayne
Make him change his name to John Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom bitch
If I'm falling, it's bottomless, if I'm tripping, it's a power trip
Her pearl tongue like the pearly gates
And what said I'll climb the fence
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and what that said
Bitch you jealous, I'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should headline Cochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And nigga you sleep with the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle your feathers
But I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get lemon peppered
Got too many pistols, too many issues, too many mistakes
Too many miscues, only made me better, it turned me into
The man I am today, I'm new and I'm improved
I got my shit right, it's just you and a tissue
Suit yourself because this suit is a rental
Now the snow is just coming in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch down like un momento
I rather get screwed than scrutinize
I rather get used by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking it's uber time
I rather be advised than supervised
You do the math, we do the numbers
We pour champagne and expensive wine
In water guns, and shoot each other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, preposterous when I get drunk
And my goons is wilder than gunk, my do's is as bad as my don'ts
Met a kind of cute bitch with a donk
As long as the bitch got a donk
And I smell like, pussy, money, and weed
She said "ool I like your cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long
Kill yo wife then take the bitch phone
And text you to please hurry home
And the rain drops just turned into blood
It looks like you just come in from a storm
And if all pussies cover walls, I hope you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't worried about ghost
I married the MOB, we divorced
And all that shit dead with out me of course
It's nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You burnt yourself and was suppose to pass me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in forbes nigga
I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait
It's busy, searching my calender for better days
You either turn the page, or tear the page
Y M Young Money nigga, never age
[Hook]
Try Me lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Mack Maine)
[Lil Wayne:]
Okay I'ma throw a tantrum on this beat, now who wanna play fetch?
When it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at Payless
Shawty came too many times, left the whole bed wet
Mack they think I'm the Blood, Method Man, Redman
A scared man a dead man, can I get an amen?
You done bought all of them guns and ain't nobody dead yet
Catch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the head rest
Got your bitch on her knees lookin' like she legless
Like I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride for
If I see 'em in the streets, I'ma have to treat 'em like a rival
I'm a pleasure to your eyeballs, I'm so fly, I shop at Skymall
Mama never bought me knockoffs, Lord I need some wood to knock on
Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy bears and popcorn
I got somethin' very hot on my hip, I get my hip hop on
And this little red dot gon' help me hit a nigga spot on
Point guard with the bullets, you say Rajon, I say Rajon
Yeah, Hold up, we them boys, we them wild boys
I hold a pistol sideways when I shoot, that's for style points
Menace to society, menace to myself though
Bend but don't break, my niggas call me elbow
And you don't want no problem, I'ma problem
My AK just keep shootin', it's on autopilot
Tunechi what's your fuckin' problem? I got fuckin' problems
Bad bitch on top of me, she started from the bottom
On that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud pack
You gotta shoot the rat when it gets too big for the mousetrap
Shoot at me and I'ma smile back and then I "Pow" back
Flip you over like a kayak, bitch it's combat
Bitch I'm Tommy gun Tunechi, favorite color ruby
Made enough to quit but I keep makin' up excuses
Triple A dick, that's amazin' and amusin'
I'm sedated and secluded, I'm the greatest and improvin'
Cause my baby mama say I'm livin' wrong
Well if I die then I guess she dead right
Catch me walkin' on this mothafuckin' water, nigga
I catch your pussy ass at a red light
And you gon' hear that blocka, that blocka
I represent my killers like Johnnie Cochran
We kidnap mamas and toddlers
We don't give a fuck if their ass adopted
Brief moment of silence for Chris Wallace
Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they're smilin'
And Weezy still hot as, tamales
My private plane got that wi-fi and that wireless
I'm so sorry for the wait
[Mack Maine:]
Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna break the headboard
I'm a fiend for the bread, I want the whole DeJ Loaf
My Chinese chick just want a blunt and some yaka mein
She a squirter so we don't fuck on my Versace sheets
My whole crew'll skate on you like a hockey team
It's like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey
We Young Money Mafia, I rep what I rep
Try to throw salt on my name and I'll put pep in your step
Put your gloves on, nigga please get you a grip
And I bet you rest in peace when I let this bitch rip
The money runnin' like water, check the cash flow
My weed funky like armpits and asshole
Potato on the nine, when we creep we mash slow
And make sure them kids get everything they ask for
My bitch in London said she's a Mack Mainiac
And her sister love Tune, she a Wayniac
It's like she's two different persons, she be chillin', she be cursin'
Cry a river, squirt a ocean, fuck fast, in slow motion
Man I know Soulja proud of me (yah heard me?)
Man I know Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?)
Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late
And I ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait
Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late
And I usually ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait
Okay I'ma throw a tantrum on this beat, now who wanna play fetch?
When it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at Payless
Shawty came too many times, left the whole bed wet
Mack they think I'm the Blood, Method Man, Redman
A scared man a dead man, can I get an amen?
You done bought all of them guns and ain't nobody dead yet
Catch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the head rest
Got your bitch on her knees lookin' like she legless
Like I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride for
If I see 'em in the streets, I'ma have to treat 'em like a rival
I'm a pleasure to your eyeballs, I'm so fly, I shop at Skymall
Mama never bought me knockoffs, Lord I need some wood to knock on
Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy bears and popcorn
I got somethin' very hot on my hip, I get my hip hop on
And this little red dot gon' help me hit a nigga spot on
Point guard with the bullets, you say Rajon, I say Rajon
Yeah, Hold up, we them boys, we them wild boys
I hold a pistol sideways when I shoot, that's for style points
Menace to society, menace to myself though
Bend but don't break, my niggas call me elbow
And you don't want no problem, I'ma problem
My AK just keep shootin', it's on autopilot
Tunechi what's your fuckin' problem? I got fuckin' problems
Bad bitch on top of me, she started from the bottom
On that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud pack
You gotta shoot the rat when it gets too big for the mousetrap
Shoot at me and I'ma smile back and then I "Pow" back
Flip you over like a kayak, bitch it's combat
Bitch I'm Tommy gun Tunechi, favorite color ruby
Made enough to quit but I keep makin' up excuses
Triple A dick, that's amazin' and amusin'
I'm sedated and secluded, I'm the greatest and improvin'
Cause my baby mama say I'm livin' wrong
Well if I die then I guess she dead right
Catch me walkin' on this mothafuckin' water, nigga
I catch your pussy ass at a red light
And you gon' hear that blocka, that blocka
I represent my killers like Johnnie Cochran
We kidnap mamas and toddlers
We don't give a fuck if their ass adopted
Brief moment of silence for Chris Wallace
Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they're smilin'
And Weezy still hot as, tamales
My private plane got that wi-fi and that wireless
I'm so sorry for the wait
[Mack Maine:]
Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna break the headboard
I'm a fiend for the bread, I want the whole DeJ Loaf
My Chinese chick just want a blunt and some yaka mein
She a squirter so we don't fuck on my Versace sheets
My whole crew'll skate on you like a hockey team
It's like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey
We Young Money Mafia, I rep what I rep
Try to throw salt on my name and I'll put pep in your step
Put your gloves on, nigga please get you a grip
And I bet you rest in peace when I let this bitch rip
The money runnin' like water, check the cash flow
My weed funky like armpits and asshole
Potato on the nine, when we creep we mash slow
And make sure them kids get everything they ask for
My bitch in London said she's a Mack Mainiac
And her sister love Tune, she a Wayniac
It's like she's two different persons, she be chillin', she be cursin'
Cry a river, squirt a ocean, fuck fast, in slow motion
Man I know Soulja proud of me (yah heard me?)
Man I know Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?)
Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late
And I ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait
Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late
And I usually ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait
Preach lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. 2 Chainz)
With my first hundred G’s bought my mom a house
Bitch don’t try to suck my dick if you got cotton mouth
Watch these snitches, man these rats think they Mighty Mouse
In the kitchen, Arm & Hammer, just the right amount
Got the dope spot popping, dope spot jumping
Car parked by itself, robot stunting
And it’s voice activated, I just tell it something
I ain’t even got to press a button
Viper with the rally stripes, I don’t eat no Rally’s
I don’t eat my words, nigga I don’t eat no salad
I got too much on my plate, I got too much on my pallet
Never seen my car before, it’s like a unicorn in traffic
Too much fucking talent, rap Shakespeare go Hamlet
You other boys could kiss the game goodbye, be romantic
Please don’t worry Nancy, all my weed is organic
If my children end up smoking, I whip they ass if they don’t pass it
Hol’ up , I just got a package
I let my bitch test it, with flying colors passed it
Burning money fast, like fire on the plastic
You a dead man walking, throw some tires on your casket
They say niggas in wheelchairs are half dead as it is
I still keep the heat on me, attitude cavalier
Boy I think your whole clique’s Summer’s Eve, Massengill
Minus that seven Vagisil
Uh, and my name don’t need no adjectives
And my flow don’t need no adlibs
The booth the battlefield
Flag red like I’m Russian, call me Vladimir
Took a picture with the pistol, gave it rabbit ears
These niggas got fast careers, fast as Batmobiles
My bitches got sex appeal, they like sex and pills
For reals, I’m sorry if you hate you
And I’m sorry for the wait too
[2 Chainz:]
Boom, It’s my shot like Biloxi
Even my shadow don’t trust me
Big dog in this shit like a husky
285, 20 pounds of musty
Stopped by the spot, had to serve Pooh bear
He buy one, I front him one, so I left two there
In a two seater, pull up popping 2Pac
Didn’t have a safe, so I stashed it in my tube sock
Eat so much Benihana I need nunchucks
You just a old nigga always saying big bruh
You a bad bitch always saying big daddy
You a real nigga talking ‘bout you want a selfie
Uh, a baby bottle with my shit in
And my role model was a kingpin
I say let’s work, he say let’s work
Let your next work be your best work
And it’s that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
And I’m so sorry for the wait too
From New Orleans to the A, TRU
You test my homies, we ace you
Tity, these niggas monkeys in ape suits
I got a city, got a ocean, got a lake view
She took some shots, til she shot down a grey goose
This that Sorry for the Wait Deuce
Bitch don’t try to suck my dick if you got cotton mouth
Watch these snitches, man these rats think they Mighty Mouse
In the kitchen, Arm & Hammer, just the right amount
Got the dope spot popping, dope spot jumping
Car parked by itself, robot stunting
And it’s voice activated, I just tell it something
I ain’t even got to press a button
Viper with the rally stripes, I don’t eat no Rally’s
I don’t eat my words, nigga I don’t eat no salad
I got too much on my plate, I got too much on my pallet
Never seen my car before, it’s like a unicorn in traffic
Too much fucking talent, rap Shakespeare go Hamlet
You other boys could kiss the game goodbye, be romantic
Please don’t worry Nancy, all my weed is organic
If my children end up smoking, I whip they ass if they don’t pass it
Hol’ up , I just got a package
I let my bitch test it, with flying colors passed it
Burning money fast, like fire on the plastic
You a dead man walking, throw some tires on your casket
They say niggas in wheelchairs are half dead as it is
I still keep the heat on me, attitude cavalier
Boy I think your whole clique’s Summer’s Eve, Massengill
Minus that seven Vagisil
Uh, and my name don’t need no adjectives
And my flow don’t need no adlibs
The booth the battlefield
Flag red like I’m Russian, call me Vladimir
Took a picture with the pistol, gave it rabbit ears
These niggas got fast careers, fast as Batmobiles
My bitches got sex appeal, they like sex and pills
For reals, I’m sorry if you hate you
And I’m sorry for the wait too
[2 Chainz:]
Boom, It’s my shot like Biloxi
Even my shadow don’t trust me
Big dog in this shit like a husky
285, 20 pounds of musty
Stopped by the spot, had to serve Pooh bear
He buy one, I front him one, so I left two there
In a two seater, pull up popping 2Pac
Didn’t have a safe, so I stashed it in my tube sock
Eat so much Benihana I need nunchucks
You just a old nigga always saying big bruh
You a bad bitch always saying big daddy
You a real nigga talking ‘bout you want a selfie
Uh, a baby bottle with my shit in
And my role model was a kingpin
I say let’s work, he say let’s work
Let your next work be your best work
And it’s that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
And I’m so sorry for the wait too
From New Orleans to the A, TRU
You test my homies, we ace you
Tity, these niggas monkeys in ape suits
I got a city, got a ocean, got a lake view
She took some shots, til she shot down a grey goose
This that Sorry for the Wait Deuce
Alphabet lyrics - Lil Wayne
A for Angelina
Tongue like anaconda, lips like Angelina
Ohh, B is for Bianca, she was a ballerina
Now she just a stripper making singles to my singles
C is for Chiquita, put the nana on Chiquita
Introduced me to Diana, fucked Diana with Chiquita
So D is for Diana, Diana like it deeper
So I get in her stomach like Mylanta at my leisure
And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
Yea, these are my bitches, my alphabet... bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
Oh, these are my bitches, my alphabet... bitches
I swear to drunk I'm not god
Drops microphone but I swear to drunk I'm not god
And the E is for Ebony, that pussy heavenly
Lord knows I be swimming in that thing like a aquarium
The F is for Felicia, freaky ass Felicia
Oh, I treat that pussy like a sleeping bag Felicia
The G is for Gina, her pussy so convenient, I mean it
She treat my dick like jalapeno and my cum like Aquafina
She need it
The H is for Holly just like Hollygrove
And the I is for Ivanka, don't let Donald know
And the J is for Joanne, I just call her Jo
What goes around, comes around, K for Karma so
These are my alphabet bitches
Alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet... bitches
I swear to drunk I'm not god
Drops microphone but I swear to drunk I'm not god
The L is for Lisa, she like my libido
We do the La Bamba, I'm so multi-lingual
The M is for Melanie, she like my melodies
Don't like my baby mamas she be so negative
The N is for Natasha and my lil mama
She holler at me when she want that Oscar Myer
She got a man she tell me please do not remind her
He not romantic, I'ma scene from Casablanca
She swallow the whole enchilada
She get off her knees and say "de nada."
She ask me "what's the reason for the choppa."
Girl it's a jungle out her ask Mufasa
O is for Olivia and the P is for Patricia
And the Q is for the queen
The R is for Raven and the S for Sharlene
And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
Bitches, bitches
I swear to drunk I'm not god
Drops microphone but I swear to drunk I'm not god
The T for Tatianna, she can put her legs behind her
She can bend all the way over, I just thank the lord for that yoga
And the U is for Uma, the position of Suma
She so flexible we try angles like Bermuda
And the V is for Vanessa, voluputous Vanessa
The W's for Wintour, I'm under the weather
And the X is for my exes, fuck'em altogether
The Y is for Yolanda, the Z is for Zelda
And these are my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet... bitches
I swear to drunk I'm not god
Drops microphone, I swear to god I'm not god
Drops microphone, I'd rather park and not drive
Drops styrofoam, I can't talk I might cry
I say I be on some G shit, I be on some G shit
Check that other nigga for that Louie shopping spree shit
Not me bitch, no you won't rob me bitch
I say I be on some G shit, I be on some B shit
When it comes to bitches, I be on some A to Z shit
I'm me bitch, it's like ABC 123 bitch, to me bitch
I'm the alpha, the alpha, the OG bitch
S-O-rry for the W-A-I-T bitch
Tongue like anaconda, lips like Angelina
Ohh, B is for Bianca, she was a ballerina
Now she just a stripper making singles to my singles
C is for Chiquita, put the nana on Chiquita
Introduced me to Diana, fucked Diana with Chiquita
So D is for Diana, Diana like it deeper
So I get in her stomach like Mylanta at my leisure
And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
Yea, these are my bitches, my alphabet... bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
Oh, these are my bitches, my alphabet... bitches
I swear to drunk I'm not god
Drops microphone but I swear to drunk I'm not god
And the E is for Ebony, that pussy heavenly
Lord knows I be swimming in that thing like a aquarium
The F is for Felicia, freaky ass Felicia
Oh, I treat that pussy like a sleeping bag Felicia
The G is for Gina, her pussy so convenient, I mean it
She treat my dick like jalapeno and my cum like Aquafina
She need it
The H is for Holly just like Hollygrove
And the I is for Ivanka, don't let Donald know
And the J is for Joanne, I just call her Jo
What goes around, comes around, K for Karma so
These are my alphabet bitches
Alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet... bitches
I swear to drunk I'm not god
Drops microphone but I swear to drunk I'm not god
The L is for Lisa, she like my libido
We do the La Bamba, I'm so multi-lingual
The M is for Melanie, she like my melodies
Don't like my baby mamas she be so negative
The N is for Natasha and my lil mama
She holler at me when she want that Oscar Myer
She got a man she tell me please do not remind her
He not romantic, I'ma scene from Casablanca
She swallow the whole enchilada
She get off her knees and say "de nada."
She ask me "what's the reason for the choppa."
Girl it's a jungle out her ask Mufasa
O is for Olivia and the P is for Patricia
And the Q is for the queen
The R is for Raven and the S for Sharlene
And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
Bitches, bitches
I swear to drunk I'm not god
Drops microphone but I swear to drunk I'm not god
The T for Tatianna, she can put her legs behind her
She can bend all the way over, I just thank the lord for that yoga
And the U is for Uma, the position of Suma
She so flexible we try angles like Bermuda
And the V is for Vanessa, voluputous Vanessa
The W's for Wintour, I'm under the weather
And the X is for my exes, fuck'em altogether
The Y is for Yolanda, the Z is for Zelda
And these are my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches
These are my bitches, my alphabet... bitches
I swear to drunk I'm not god
Drops microphone, I swear to god I'm not god
Drops microphone, I'd rather park and not drive
Drops styrofoam, I can't talk I might cry
I say I be on some G shit, I be on some G shit
Check that other nigga for that Louie shopping spree shit
Not me bitch, no you won't rob me bitch
I say I be on some G shit, I be on some B shit
When it comes to bitches, I be on some A to Z shit
I'm me bitch, it's like ABC 123 bitch, to me bitch
I'm the alpha, the alpha, the OG bitch
S-O-rry for the W-A-I-T bitch
No Haters lyrics - No Haters
We catch a body and we laugh about it
I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it
Grindin' is agonizing but it's gratifying
Skinny tires - on a salad diet
I lost my mind, I'm like fuck everybody
I lost my mind but I got extra copies
I fuck so long it feel like exercising
I test the lying before testifying
All I got is hitters in my squad
I could get you killed all my niggas want the job
I could get you killed it just take a head nod
I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline
Zero fucks given, I make her come to the condo butt naked
Cause bitch ain't no stealin'
She still come visit, she don't wanna leave
She compared it to me leaving a witness
I said I get it
I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches
And this AK is not for decoration
Fuck boys give me the heebee-jeebees
I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages
If she can suck a dick or snort a Quaalude
Then ooh baby you got my full attention
Champagne expensive, it taste gooder vintage
Open your nose, I put some sugar in it
I don't fuck around with them fuck arounds
I might fuck around and catch a body
I got some niggas that'll hunt ya down
And catch you slippin' like you playin' hockey
We catch a body, and we laugh about it
I fuck her friend, I don't feel bad about it
Money and drugs, I'm talkin' Math and Science
Skinny tires - on a salad diet
Chopper leave you with a half a body
Make sure he dead before we leave my nigga grab his wallet
I got the hook up on them rocket launchers
I told Obama fuck with me, you know I got it
Slim, you need to fuck with me you know I got it
I know somebody that know somebody
Look, traffic dying, we still trap or dyin'
It's agonizing but it's gratifying
Squad, I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job
I could get you killed it just take a head nod
Want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline
You ain't got no hitters in your squad
I could get you killed, that's my real day job
I'mma crime of passion, I'mma fuckin' hate crime
Spit like I ate bombs
Eminem on 8 mile
I'm a motherfuckin' man
Scarface, face-mob
Pockets lookin' like the Blob
Chips like Cape Cod
Bust your motherfuckin' egg till I see egg nog
My bougie bitch ratchet, my ratchet bitch a straight snob
Hold up, who know how to read gang signs?
Cause we gone throw 'em up and we gon give 'em hang time
I got white, I got brown, sell it at the same time
That's that James Brown, that's that James Bond
We catch a body and we laugh about it
It's catastrophic but we glamorize it
It's agonizin', but it's gratifyin'
Skinny tires - on a salad diet
Chopper leave you with a half a body
No hesitation, no stall, like the bathroom crowded
Chopper so big, so tall, it could wrap around me
Triple A, astronomic, anatomic
Tunechi, and it's that sorry for the wait
And I'm so sorry for the wait
I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it
Grindin' is agonizing but it's gratifying
Skinny tires - on a salad diet
I lost my mind, I'm like fuck everybody
I lost my mind but I got extra copies
I fuck so long it feel like exercising
I test the lying before testifying
All I got is hitters in my squad
I could get you killed all my niggas want the job
I could get you killed it just take a head nod
I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline
Zero fucks given, I make her come to the condo butt naked
Cause bitch ain't no stealin'
She still come visit, she don't wanna leave
She compared it to me leaving a witness
I said I get it
I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches
And this AK is not for decoration
Fuck boys give me the heebee-jeebees
I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages
If she can suck a dick or snort a Quaalude
Then ooh baby you got my full attention
Champagne expensive, it taste gooder vintage
Open your nose, I put some sugar in it
I don't fuck around with them fuck arounds
I might fuck around and catch a body
I got some niggas that'll hunt ya down
And catch you slippin' like you playin' hockey
We catch a body, and we laugh about it
I fuck her friend, I don't feel bad about it
Money and drugs, I'm talkin' Math and Science
Skinny tires - on a salad diet
Chopper leave you with a half a body
Make sure he dead before we leave my nigga grab his wallet
I got the hook up on them rocket launchers
I told Obama fuck with me, you know I got it
Slim, you need to fuck with me you know I got it
I know somebody that know somebody
Look, traffic dying, we still trap or dyin'
It's agonizing but it's gratifying
Squad, I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job
I could get you killed it just take a head nod
Want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline
You ain't got no hitters in your squad
I could get you killed, that's my real day job
I'mma crime of passion, I'mma fuckin' hate crime
Spit like I ate bombs
Eminem on 8 mile
I'm a motherfuckin' man
Scarface, face-mob
Pockets lookin' like the Blob
Chips like Cape Cod
Bust your motherfuckin' egg till I see egg nog
My bougie bitch ratchet, my ratchet bitch a straight snob
Hold up, who know how to read gang signs?
Cause we gone throw 'em up and we gon give 'em hang time
I got white, I got brown, sell it at the same time
That's that James Brown, that's that James Bond
We catch a body and we laugh about it
It's catastrophic but we glamorize it
It's agonizin', but it's gratifyin'
Skinny tires - on a salad diet
Chopper leave you with a half a body
No hesitation, no stall, like the bathroom crowded
Chopper so big, so tall, it could wrap around me
Triple A, astronomic, anatomic
Tunechi, and it's that sorry for the wait
And I'm so sorry for the wait
Admit It lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. SNL)
[Hook - SNL:]
I'm a thick motherfucker, I sit this on his lap
With my hand on his shooter, I lay them niggas back
Got somethin' for them niggas that react
I'm a bad motherfucker, I got this nigga's back
She said I know you ain't had yourself a good thick bitch in a minute
I saw some pictures of you boo'd up
It looks like you're starting to like 'em skinny
I said girl, you're a trip
She said "I might be a trip but I ain't trippin'"
She said, "watch these hoes cause they leeches like robbin'"
I say no, Robin Givens
She was sittin' on my lap and you know a nigga strapped
I know she feel it
It's crazy outchea, I'm just protecting myself
You know I'm winnin'
She say, "I get it and if anything was to happen to you I be livid"
You ain't gotta be worried 'bout that
I kill a pussy nigga, put his head on exhibit
Come up missing think they caught a big fish
Till his body come up drippin'
I treat her legs like like a grand opening
Smilin' while I cut the ribbon
I took a pill, she took a pill
We was chillin' 20 minutes now we feel it
She said "I know you probably hear this shit a lot but you the shit in my opinion"
I said it never gets old, thought I'd never say never but I did it
She said "Who you kiddin' boy"
You like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties"
I admit it, big booty, big titties, I admit it
[Hook]
[Interlude:]
I like my girls BBW
The type that wanna suck you dry then eat some lunch with you
She bout that foolishness, bout that trouble too
Booty on bubble, titties so fuckable
[SNL:]
Okay, I know you ain't had yourself a good thick bitch in a minute
Saw a flick of ya boo'd up, boy you never liked them skinny
You tell me I'm a trip, well I might be a trip but I ain't trippin'
I'm just sayin' oooh ahhh
Boy this here will keep you warm at night
Feed you good before you catch a flight
Stop actin' like you ain't got no type
Who you kiddin'?
I admit it, I admit it
But I got these guns on me right now
I got these drugs on me right now
I got the feds on me right now
I got two buyers, want it right now
She took her clothes off and I stopped
Looked at my watch like "fuck it why not?"
Guess I could fuck her once then I'm out
Fucked so many times a nigga lost count, Lord
She said "I know you thought that you was about to get a quick fix, hit and quit it
But you know you ain't been with a good thick bitch in a minute"
I said you ain’t never lying thought I’d never say never but I did it
She said speakin' of a line, are you finished?
All we need is a witness
Girl you trippin', young nigga still livin'
She said "Who you kiddin' boy, you like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties"
I admit it, I like a thick bitch - big booty, big titties, I admit it
[Hook]
[Interlude]
I'm a thick motherfucker, I sit this on his lap
With my hand on his shooter, I lay them niggas back
Got somethin' for them niggas that react
I'm a bad motherfucker, I got this nigga's back
She said I know you ain't had yourself a good thick bitch in a minute
I saw some pictures of you boo'd up
It looks like you're starting to like 'em skinny
I said girl, you're a trip
She said "I might be a trip but I ain't trippin'"
She said, "watch these hoes cause they leeches like robbin'"
I say no, Robin Givens
She was sittin' on my lap and you know a nigga strapped
I know she feel it
It's crazy outchea, I'm just protecting myself
You know I'm winnin'
She say, "I get it and if anything was to happen to you I be livid"
You ain't gotta be worried 'bout that
I kill a pussy nigga, put his head on exhibit
Come up missing think they caught a big fish
Till his body come up drippin'
I treat her legs like like a grand opening
Smilin' while I cut the ribbon
I took a pill, she took a pill
We was chillin' 20 minutes now we feel it
She said "I know you probably hear this shit a lot but you the shit in my opinion"
I said it never gets old, thought I'd never say never but I did it
She said "Who you kiddin' boy"
You like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties"
I admit it, big booty, big titties, I admit it
[Hook]
[Interlude:]
I like my girls BBW
The type that wanna suck you dry then eat some lunch with you
She bout that foolishness, bout that trouble too
Booty on bubble, titties so fuckable
[SNL:]
Okay, I know you ain't had yourself a good thick bitch in a minute
Saw a flick of ya boo'd up, boy you never liked them skinny
You tell me I'm a trip, well I might be a trip but I ain't trippin'
I'm just sayin' oooh ahhh
Boy this here will keep you warm at night
Feed you good before you catch a flight
Stop actin' like you ain't got no type
Who you kiddin'?
I admit it, I admit it
But I got these guns on me right now
I got these drugs on me right now
I got the feds on me right now
I got two buyers, want it right now
She took her clothes off and I stopped
Looked at my watch like "fuck it why not?"
Guess I could fuck her once then I'm out
Fucked so many times a nigga lost count, Lord
She said "I know you thought that you was about to get a quick fix, hit and quit it
But you know you ain't been with a good thick bitch in a minute"
I said you ain’t never lying thought I’d never say never but I did it
She said speakin' of a line, are you finished?
All we need is a witness
Girl you trippin', young nigga still livin'
She said "Who you kiddin' boy, you like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties"
I admit it, I like a thick bitch - big booty, big titties, I admit it
[Hook]
[Interlude]
Dreams & Nightmares lyrics - Lil Wayne
Turn the music down in my headphones, (yeah) that noise in the background that's my skateboard...that nigga Mack crazy..
I put my shooters on they feet
I just give em' yo address and go to sleep
The money turn my niggas into monsters
The white don' turned my niggas into Nazi's lord
The money turn my face into a stocking
Don't make me Turn yo baby to a hostage boy
Don't make me turn the kid to a Foster
My Woman turn my dick into a Mazda lord
Body ports in the duffel, the bullets turn your body to a puzzle
The money turn my bitch into a monster she know how to get a check and turn a 0 to a comma lord
The money turn my niggas into killers
The sugar turned the cocaine to Vanilla
The money turned the bitches into hoes
The money turned my niggas into foes lord...
I put my shooters on they feet
Give em' yo address and I go out to eat
Had that Snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze
She from the hood but look like she from overseas
I say "Girl you know I Love You and I care for ya
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya"
She say "Fuck these other niggas they ain't half of ya
Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious"
I got a stay at home Gun and a Travel gun
Boy we can sell white in Africa
It's like I can't explain, yall asked me to spit
Now I'm drooling on my chain what happened to Wayne?
I'm like hold up wait a second, yall thought I was second?
Hating on a champ throwing salt and not confetti
We pull up and we shoot then we park the car and at it
Watch me pull up with no roof that's cause I walk the dog and pet it,
I'm like hold up wait a minute yall thought I was finished?
Shoot you in your head then just walk off like I didn't
Let my money talk so much put my jawbone outta business
Doing numbers in this bitch I'm like a smart bone with the digits, Bitch!
Riding round with the volume down, with the windows up and the choppers down
Soon as we get to yo block it's the fucking other way around
My bitch say I'm too wild she don't even know why she stay around
I get home and I dick her down now she talking bout' exchange the vows
If these bullets was paint balls I could fuck around and I could paint a house
You could tell I pimpin' the way I hit the blunt with my pinky out
I bring Wine to Amy House we smoke it out and we drank it out,
and talk about these pussy niggas that ain't about what Wayne about
I'm hanging out a mussane without a brain is outta his mind
I pull over I push a button it change like Optimus Prime
Speaking of change it's a shame how these lames dropping them dimes
We aim at your grape knock it off now you just Vines
Blood Gang red rain on these niggas hot if you dry
My gang top of the line yelling out "Squad Take it outside!"
Imma tax player, imma Axe player, getting in through the back wayer,
Red double to the Blue collar unenvelope black mail
Fed up with the Fed shit and Fed-ex lost my package
My white girls say "Yeah nigga" my white homies act blackish
Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL
Should've been in N.W.A. fuck the police, 5-0 and 12
One time If you don't mind bitch, never say nevermind bitch
You a penny short of a dime bitch no nonsense had a nine since i was nine bitch, Yeah!
Born to murder bank account on fat bustin' out the girdle
Tell 'em boys and nothing sweet it's sauerkraut Ya heard me?
They find ya body in New Orleans from Mardi Gras on Bourbon
Like oh lord! Humphrey Bogart
It's a bird it's a plane, it's a crowbar
For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard...
AK-47 spitting flame like a blow torch
Sorry 4 The Wait
I put my shooters on they feet
I just give em' yo address and go to sleep
The money turn my niggas into monsters
The white don' turned my niggas into Nazi's lord
The money turn my face into a stocking
Don't make me Turn yo baby to a hostage boy
Don't make me turn the kid to a Foster
My Woman turn my dick into a Mazda lord
Body ports in the duffel, the bullets turn your body to a puzzle
The money turn my bitch into a monster she know how to get a check and turn a 0 to a comma lord
The money turn my niggas into killers
The sugar turned the cocaine to Vanilla
The money turned the bitches into hoes
The money turned my niggas into foes lord...
I put my shooters on they feet
Give em' yo address and I go out to eat
Had that Snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze
She from the hood but look like she from overseas
I say "Girl you know I Love You and I care for ya
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya"
She say "Fuck these other niggas they ain't half of ya
Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious"
I got a stay at home Gun and a Travel gun
Boy we can sell white in Africa
It's like I can't explain, yall asked me to spit
Now I'm drooling on my chain what happened to Wayne?
I'm like hold up wait a second, yall thought I was second?
Hating on a champ throwing salt and not confetti
We pull up and we shoot then we park the car and at it
Watch me pull up with no roof that's cause I walk the dog and pet it,
I'm like hold up wait a minute yall thought I was finished?
Shoot you in your head then just walk off like I didn't
Let my money talk so much put my jawbone outta business
Doing numbers in this bitch I'm like a smart bone with the digits, Bitch!
Riding round with the volume down, with the windows up and the choppers down
Soon as we get to yo block it's the fucking other way around
My bitch say I'm too wild she don't even know why she stay around
I get home and I dick her down now she talking bout' exchange the vows
If these bullets was paint balls I could fuck around and I could paint a house
You could tell I pimpin' the way I hit the blunt with my pinky out
I bring Wine to Amy House we smoke it out and we drank it out,
and talk about these pussy niggas that ain't about what Wayne about
I'm hanging out a mussane without a brain is outta his mind
I pull over I push a button it change like Optimus Prime
Speaking of change it's a shame how these lames dropping them dimes
We aim at your grape knock it off now you just Vines
Blood Gang red rain on these niggas hot if you dry
My gang top of the line yelling out "Squad Take it outside!"
Imma tax player, imma Axe player, getting in through the back wayer,
Red double to the Blue collar unenvelope black mail
Fed up with the Fed shit and Fed-ex lost my package
My white girls say "Yeah nigga" my white homies act blackish
Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL
Should've been in N.W.A. fuck the police, 5-0 and 12
One time If you don't mind bitch, never say nevermind bitch
You a penny short of a dime bitch no nonsense had a nine since i was nine bitch, Yeah!
Born to murder bank account on fat bustin' out the girdle
Tell 'em boys and nothing sweet it's sauerkraut Ya heard me?
They find ya body in New Orleans from Mardi Gras on Bourbon
Like oh lord! Humphrey Bogart
It's a bird it's a plane, it's a crowbar
For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard...
AK-47 spitting flame like a blow torch
Sorry 4 The Wait
mixtape: "Dedication 5" (2013)
- I'm Good lyrics - Lil Wayne
- How Dedicated lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Don't Kill lyrics - Lil Wayne
- New Slaves lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Drama: Weezy lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Typa Way lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. T.I.)
- You Song lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Chance The Rapper)
- Ain't Worried lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Before Tune Gets Back lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Started lyrics - Lil Wayne
- New Signees To Young Money? lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Live Life lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Euro & T@)
- Itchin lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Way I'm Ballin lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Future, Mack Maine & Birdman)
- Fortune Teller (Interlude) lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Thinkin About You lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Pure Colombia lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Bugatti lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Boo)
- Still Got The Rock lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Competition (Interlude) lyrics - Lil Wayne
- FuckWitMeUKnowIGotIt lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. T.I.)
- U.O.E.N.O. lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Levels lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Vado)
- Living Legend (Interlude) lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Cream lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Euro)
- Devastation lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda)
- Fuckin' Problem lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Euro & Kidd Kidd)
- Feds Watching (Remix) lyrics - (performed by 2 Chainz) (feat. Lil Wayne & T.I.)
I'm Good lyrics - Lil Wayne
(performed by The Weeknd)
[Intro: The Weeknd]
Everything I said I do, I did
I'm good, I'm good
Everything I said I do, I did
[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Baby lets face it, I'm not into dating
I haven't been patient
Ever since I been famous my time has been racing
My motives are basic, this life I been chasing
These hearts I been breaking (Sorry)
And these girls I been tasting don't never get naked
They like it in a head lock fuck them from behind
Fuck them with their clothes on, put it to the side
Feelings to the side like a Don do
Get 'em wet, let it slide like a sunroof
Got goals, got dreams
Got a hotel, Crib
Got niggas that'll die for the prince
Got my city on lock, XO till the death
Left town in a coach came back in a jet
[Bridge: The Weeknd]
I'm good, I'm not living like I did before
I'm good, I'm good, I said I'm good
Everything I said I do, I did
I'm good, said I'm good
Oh, I been good
I've been out there putting down that work
I'm good, said I'm good, I said I'm good
Everything I said I do, I did
I'm good, motherfucker I'm good
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
This is dedicated to everybody who forgot
Forgive 'em motherfuckers
Remember, don't you remember?
I been good, we good
[Intro: The Weeknd]
Everything I said I do, I did
I'm good, I'm good
Everything I said I do, I did
[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Baby lets face it, I'm not into dating
I haven't been patient
Ever since I been famous my time has been racing
My motives are basic, this life I been chasing
These hearts I been breaking (Sorry)
And these girls I been tasting don't never get naked
They like it in a head lock fuck them from behind
Fuck them with their clothes on, put it to the side
Feelings to the side like a Don do
Get 'em wet, let it slide like a sunroof
Got goals, got dreams
Got a hotel, Crib
Got niggas that'll die for the prince
Got my city on lock, XO till the death
Left town in a coach came back in a jet
[Bridge: The Weeknd]
I'm good, I'm not living like I did before
I'm good, I'm good, I said I'm good
Everything I said I do, I did
I'm good, said I'm good
Oh, I been good
I've been out there putting down that work
I'm good, said I'm good, I said I'm good
Everything I said I do, I did
I'm good, motherfucker I'm good
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
This is dedicated to everybody who forgot
Forgive 'em motherfuckers
Remember, don't you remember?
I been good, we good
How Dedicated lyrics - Lil Wayne
What does dedication mean to you?
Umm, nowadays, dedication mean to me... umm, the same thing it's meant all the rest of-whatever, same thing it's always meant man. Just get on the mixtape, have fun, enjoy myself. Say things that I wouldn't say on my album or, you know what I mean, say things that I wouldn't on a album. On anyone's album for that case or whatever.
Anyway, yeah, dedication still means the same thing: just get on this shit and go crazy and just talk what I want to talk, say what I want to say. And all the people that's featured on the mixtape, shoutout to them anyway. I tell them the same thing, man do what you want, say what you want, let's just have fun, enjoy ourselves, and show people that we could rap. We can make words rhyme. Yeah and it's still dedicated to you fuck-niggas.
D5! Whattup 5!?
Umm, nowadays, dedication mean to me... umm, the same thing it's meant all the rest of-whatever, same thing it's always meant man. Just get on the mixtape, have fun, enjoy myself. Say things that I wouldn't say on my album or, you know what I mean, say things that I wouldn't on a album. On anyone's album for that case or whatever.
Anyway, yeah, dedication still means the same thing: just get on this shit and go crazy and just talk what I want to talk, say what I want to say. And all the people that's featured on the mixtape, shoutout to them anyway. I tell them the same thing, man do what you want, say what you want, let's just have fun, enjoy ourselves, and show people that we could rap. We can make words rhyme. Yeah and it's still dedicated to you fuck-niggas.
D5! Whattup 5!?
Don't Kill lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Hook]
And If I fuck her, she gon' get attached
Who invited all these Fuck Nigga's?
Man shit ain't never smell this good
Why them snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us?
Way too cool to die young
Way too young to die sober
Way too cool to die young
Way too young to die sober
Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over
I'm so tired of these Nigga's, wake me up when it's all over
[Verse 1]
Bitch come kill my time
But bitch don't steal my shine
I'm cooking up two quarters, bout' to get rich or die tryin'
I got some killa's on my side, some kill up in my swisher
All this hatin' drive me crazy, take the key out the ignition.
Oh my god it feel like Coogi weather
I lost my mind, but I got it back like groovy Stella
Tell the hoes I got that Victoria Secret weapon
I hope you live a double life cause' you gon' need an extra
Me and my nigga's, we got bad bitches up in the pool
Bad bitches up in the pool
She gon' learn tonight, call that shit night school
And life is a bitch on her cycle, delightful
Got ho's on that powder, like Light Blue
Nice move, now king me nigga, badass bitch, you seen me with her
We on that, GT Vodka, straight out the bottle, genie nigga
The difference between me and these nigga's, is
I go hard and they go wrong
She says "hit it from the back", I'm trying to leave that crack alone baby
[Hook]
And if she love me, Imma' love her back
Who indicting all the tough niggas
We smoke that Skunk that's always smelling good
But why these snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us
Way too cool to die young
Way too young to die sober
Way too cool to die young
Way too young to die sober
Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over
I'm so tired of these Nigga's, wake me up when it's all over
[Verse 2]
Street sweepers and millimeters, AK's and skateboards
Let them know we got beef for anyone who got a taste for it
Real nigga to the bone, bristle
Cocaine, like co cripple
Heard nigga's been waitin' on me, well I might as well go and tip em'
I'm smoking on that Hulk Hogan
I call shots, you call forward
I pimp my ride, my car's hoeing
And all my bars be bar-coded
These YMCMB stars glowin'
Hate a ho nigga, like Anchovies
My young bitch keep on snappin' on me, I told that bitch I ain't posing
That pussy feel like a pot of gold
The money old and the night is young
All them nigga's keep talking shit
I make you eat your words and bite your tongue
And when the guns ring, I'm the ring leader
Got those ho's on pens and needles
I'm so high I left Earth
And ran into Venus and Serena
Get head like a mind reader
You washed up, I'm the dry cleaner
Don't worry about me, nigga I'm one
Hundred like a high fever
Got pounds taking up closet space
Guns all in my bitch crib
Since all you nigga's fly now, bugs all on my windshield
Uh
And if she tense, then I'mma rub her back
She alright, I think I fuck with her
Man, I wish a motherfucker would
I feel like a hockey puck nigga
Way too cold to die young
Way too young to die sober
Way too cold to die young
Give these nigga's a cold shoulder
Sleeping with a bad bitch, another bitch when I roll over
We fuck until we fall asleep, wake up and do it all over
Uh
D5
What up 5?
Kendrick
What up 5?
And If I fuck her, she gon' get attached
Who invited all these Fuck Nigga's?
Man shit ain't never smell this good
Why them snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us?
Way too cool to die young
Way too young to die sober
Way too cool to die young
Way too young to die sober
Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over
I'm so tired of these Nigga's, wake me up when it's all over
[Verse 1]
Bitch come kill my time
But bitch don't steal my shine
I'm cooking up two quarters, bout' to get rich or die tryin'
I got some killa's on my side, some kill up in my swisher
All this hatin' drive me crazy, take the key out the ignition.
Oh my god it feel like Coogi weather
I lost my mind, but I got it back like groovy Stella
Tell the hoes I got that Victoria Secret weapon
I hope you live a double life cause' you gon' need an extra
Me and my nigga's, we got bad bitches up in the pool
Bad bitches up in the pool
She gon' learn tonight, call that shit night school
And life is a bitch on her cycle, delightful
Got ho's on that powder, like Light Blue
Nice move, now king me nigga, badass bitch, you seen me with her
We on that, GT Vodka, straight out the bottle, genie nigga
The difference between me and these nigga's, is
I go hard and they go wrong
She says "hit it from the back", I'm trying to leave that crack alone baby
[Hook]
And if she love me, Imma' love her back
Who indicting all the tough niggas
We smoke that Skunk that's always smelling good
But why these snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us
Way too cool to die young
Way too young to die sober
Way too cool to die young
Way too young to die sober
Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over
I'm so tired of these Nigga's, wake me up when it's all over
[Verse 2]
Street sweepers and millimeters, AK's and skateboards
Let them know we got beef for anyone who got a taste for it
Real nigga to the bone, bristle
Cocaine, like co cripple
Heard nigga's been waitin' on me, well I might as well go and tip em'
I'm smoking on that Hulk Hogan
I call shots, you call forward
I pimp my ride, my car's hoeing
And all my bars be bar-coded
These YMCMB stars glowin'
Hate a ho nigga, like Anchovies
My young bitch keep on snappin' on me, I told that bitch I ain't posing
That pussy feel like a pot of gold
The money old and the night is young
All them nigga's keep talking shit
I make you eat your words and bite your tongue
And when the guns ring, I'm the ring leader
Got those ho's on pens and needles
I'm so high I left Earth
And ran into Venus and Serena
Get head like a mind reader
You washed up, I'm the dry cleaner
Don't worry about me, nigga I'm one
Hundred like a high fever
Got pounds taking up closet space
Guns all in my bitch crib
Since all you nigga's fly now, bugs all on my windshield
Uh
And if she tense, then I'mma rub her back
She alright, I think I fuck with her
Man, I wish a motherfucker would
I feel like a hockey puck nigga
Way too cold to die young
Way too young to die sober
Way too cold to die young
Give these nigga's a cold shoulder
Sleeping with a bad bitch, another bitch when I roll over
We fuck until we fall asleep, wake up and do it all over
Uh
D5
What up 5?
Kendrick
What up 5?
New Slaves lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Verse 1]
I got old money, take a bath in hundreds
My way or the highway, and I see traffic coming
It's Tunechi in this ho, watch them hoes go crazy
Pass that weed around, like that shit contagious
And I got news for all these snitches, tell these feds stop bitching
If pussy lips could talk, I'd go down there like it's whispering
You know life is so uncertain, and death is so unwanted
My navigation system say it's death around the corner
I got a condo for a stash house, a condo for a stash house
Get that boy a mirror, so he can watch his damn mouth
See I get it from Sosa, he got it from Frank
And Sosa alright, but I'm trying to meet Frank
He said business is well, he ain't got no complaints
You'll be Batman, and I'll be robbin' the bank
I know I ain't gon' fall, even though I'm power tripping
Glass house nigga, you see how I'm living
I know that we the new slaves, I know that we the new age
Ain't no such thing as too paid
[Hook 1]
Like it's freezing and you naked, shake that ass ho
Shake that ass ho
[Verse 2]
When we throw a pool party, we put sharks in the pool
I got bloods in the cut, so don't throw salt in the wound
AK wet niggas up, I don't throw water balloons
Better call the patoon
If it's fuck it then fuck it, now you speaking my language
Put your dead body under them white sheets with no blankets
I'm so rich I go pour
Champagne and don't drink it
Ice on my neck like I fainted
These are the thoughts of the brainless
No new friends, we don't talk to strangers
Man I'm so serious with this pimp shit
Full clip in my Mac 10
Ain't no exit out the game, nigga cut off your blinkers
And if she married I fuck her, if she lonely I fuck her
If she crazy I love her, ya'll just don't understand her
She say you got it made, I say no I got a butler
They tell me to turn up, but I'm the knob on the oven
I got a knife in my pocket if there's a fork in the road
I'm the Man of Steel, but I won't say what I stole
[Hook 2]
Bring that coke to the stove, and whip it like a new slave
Whip it like a new slave
Like it's freezing and you naked, shake that ass ho
Shake that ass ho
D-5
Whatup five
[Hook 3]
Take that coke to the stove
And whip it like a new slave, whip it like a new slave
Like it's freezing and you naked shake that ass ho
I got old money, take a bath in hundreds
My way or the highway, and I see traffic coming
It's Tunechi in this ho, watch them hoes go crazy
Pass that weed around, like that shit contagious
And I got news for all these snitches, tell these feds stop bitching
If pussy lips could talk, I'd go down there like it's whispering
You know life is so uncertain, and death is so unwanted
My navigation system say it's death around the corner
I got a condo for a stash house, a condo for a stash house
Get that boy a mirror, so he can watch his damn mouth
See I get it from Sosa, he got it from Frank
And Sosa alright, but I'm trying to meet Frank
He said business is well, he ain't got no complaints
You'll be Batman, and I'll be robbin' the bank
I know I ain't gon' fall, even though I'm power tripping
Glass house nigga, you see how I'm living
I know that we the new slaves, I know that we the new age
Ain't no such thing as too paid
[Hook 1]
Like it's freezing and you naked, shake that ass ho
Shake that ass ho
[Verse 2]
When we throw a pool party, we put sharks in the pool
I got bloods in the cut, so don't throw salt in the wound
AK wet niggas up, I don't throw water balloons
Better call the patoon
If it's fuck it then fuck it, now you speaking my language
Put your dead body under them white sheets with no blankets
I'm so rich I go pour
Champagne and don't drink it
Ice on my neck like I fainted
These are the thoughts of the brainless
No new friends, we don't talk to strangers
Man I'm so serious with this pimp shit
Full clip in my Mac 10
Ain't no exit out the game, nigga cut off your blinkers
And if she married I fuck her, if she lonely I fuck her
If she crazy I love her, ya'll just don't understand her
She say you got it made, I say no I got a butler
They tell me to turn up, but I'm the knob on the oven
I got a knife in my pocket if there's a fork in the road
I'm the Man of Steel, but I won't say what I stole
[Hook 2]
Bring that coke to the stove, and whip it like a new slave
Whip it like a new slave
Like it's freezing and you naked, shake that ass ho
Shake that ass ho
D-5
Whatup five
[Hook 3]
Take that coke to the stove
And whip it like a new slave, whip it like a new slave
Like it's freezing and you naked shake that ass ho
Drama: Weezy lyrics - Lil Wayne
Shout out my nigga Drama for still fuckin’ with me with this crazy shit man
Cause obviously he could be like
Man, you know I don’t really fuck with you no more
Man, I’m doin’ this shit with other motherfuckers
But he still fucks with ya boy and I appreciate that man
I hope we can make the fuckin’ computers crash again
Ya digg?
Typa Way lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. T.I.)
[Intro: Lil Wayne]
My niggas been stunting since way back when
CNN I got news for you haters.
I'm a nasty ass nigga, ask your bitch I ain't lying
69, that's a favor for a favor.
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Them hoes biting they lip
Cause when I say shit like that she feel some type of way
I hit it from the front, from the side, from the back
I hit it all type of ways
She throw it at me like I'm just one strike away
Sometimes life is hard to swallow, but she like to taste.
Naenaenaenaenae my lawyer fight the case
I got them flowers in me, I feel like a vase
Monsters in my closet no more closet space
Niggas want to be this fly
Too many flights to take
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Enough with the small talk, my girl pussy is a waterpark
Every little thing I do turn her on, that's autostart
I kiss every single body part, her body is a work of art
I'm way too high, her skirt too short
I think I love her, it was just a thought
I pop up in that coupe about to go back to the future
She said Tune' not in my mouth damn you should've said it sooner
I be shittin on these niggas, like I'm sippin Metamucil
And we smoking on that gas, pass it like excuse you.
And it's 66 2's Pyru all day my nigga
Before these niggas play with us, they'll play dead my nigga
And if you looking for my I'll be on these bitches mind
These niggas chicken and I've never seen a chicken fly
My bitch been fussing at me about nothing
Ain't no telling what she'd do I replace her.
Like bae, I'm straight there's plenty fishing, I'm bait
We can't even have a decent conversation.
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I pop the seal on my sip, and she be like see you gonna drink your life away
Bitch it's my life, my life, my life shout out Mary J
And tell them boys that beef tastes like a slice of cake
And Old Folks get shot too they write down license plates
I hope that ho don't call saying her cycle late
All this fuck ain't gotta stop, but I need tighter brakes
And don't run from this dick girl I don't like to chase
I wax that ass she make that Mr. Miyagi face
And she ain't all that pretty but I like her shape
They say numbers don't lie she shaped like a 8.
She say she ain't no dyke, but she gonna dyke today
It's curtains for these niggas I feel like some drapes.
We turnt up niggas burnt up stop the microwave
This shit might cost her side life but that's the price we pay
I'm hotter than the peppers Peter Piper ate
This that Dedication 5, what up 5?
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Ay Tune' I gotta turn up on the D5 man!
Hustle Gang, bang, green mean, anybody get it
Anything will do for the paper
And we live this shit, talk slick get kill't
Got nothing but a 2 for a hater (Spent 100K on my wrist nigga!)
This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!)
Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!)
The car I'm driving make you feel some type of way (They can't afford this nigga!)
The cash I get it make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)
This typa way know you feel some type of way (Hustle Gang my nigga!)
That shit ain't hot, we out here popping that's all I can say (G.D.O.D!)
My only problem is trying to decide what I'm a drive today (Hustle Gang my nigga!)
We shine all in they face I know they feel some type of way (Hey!)
I wake up in a multi-million dollar crib get dressed I plan on having a nicer day,
When these punk ass rappers keep my name in they mouth, like they some type of gay
Ay, you know me dog, so watch what you say. (You better watch your mouth!)
We ain't playing no games with your lame ass nigga, fuckboy you can die today (I swear you can!)
I keep a chopper in my backseat, actually it's my Glock partner, (My Glock, partner!)
Play crazy if you want to, fuck around and get shot partner. (Get shot partner!)
I don't like these niggas, and really fuck these niggas.
Talk crazy in ya raps if you want, when you see me you won't touch these niggas! (Won't touch these niggas!)
Ball all around in my flip flop, you think TIP soft?
Well then why don't you try me.
If you do then it goin' be dramatic
We going to need some music, the queuein the violin
Talkin' slow single?
Flower bringer?
Empty a clip in you earing, and you chest thing, and you out the door
This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!)
Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!)
The car I'm driving make you feel some type of way (They can't afford this nigga!)
The cash I get it make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)
My niggas been stunting since way back when
CNN I got news for you haters.
I'm a nasty ass nigga, ask your bitch I ain't lying
69, that's a favor for a favor.
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Them hoes biting they lip
Cause when I say shit like that she feel some type of way
I hit it from the front, from the side, from the back
I hit it all type of ways
She throw it at me like I'm just one strike away
Sometimes life is hard to swallow, but she like to taste.
Naenaenaenaenae my lawyer fight the case
I got them flowers in me, I feel like a vase
Monsters in my closet no more closet space
Niggas want to be this fly
Too many flights to take
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Enough with the small talk, my girl pussy is a waterpark
Every little thing I do turn her on, that's autostart
I kiss every single body part, her body is a work of art
I'm way too high, her skirt too short
I think I love her, it was just a thought
I pop up in that coupe about to go back to the future
She said Tune' not in my mouth damn you should've said it sooner
I be shittin on these niggas, like I'm sippin Metamucil
And we smoking on that gas, pass it like excuse you.
And it's 66 2's Pyru all day my nigga
Before these niggas play with us, they'll play dead my nigga
And if you looking for my I'll be on these bitches mind
These niggas chicken and I've never seen a chicken fly
My bitch been fussing at me about nothing
Ain't no telling what she'd do I replace her.
Like bae, I'm straight there's plenty fishing, I'm bait
We can't even have a decent conversation.
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I pop the seal on my sip, and she be like see you gonna drink your life away
Bitch it's my life, my life, my life shout out Mary J
And tell them boys that beef tastes like a slice of cake
And Old Folks get shot too they write down license plates
I hope that ho don't call saying her cycle late
All this fuck ain't gotta stop, but I need tighter brakes
And don't run from this dick girl I don't like to chase
I wax that ass she make that Mr. Miyagi face
And she ain't all that pretty but I like her shape
They say numbers don't lie she shaped like a 8.
She say she ain't no dyke, but she gonna dyke today
It's curtains for these niggas I feel like some drapes.
We turnt up niggas burnt up stop the microwave
This shit might cost her side life but that's the price we pay
I'm hotter than the peppers Peter Piper ate
This that Dedication 5, what up 5?
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Ay Tune' I gotta turn up on the D5 man!
Hustle Gang, bang, green mean, anybody get it
Anything will do for the paper
And we live this shit, talk slick get kill't
Got nothing but a 2 for a hater (Spent 100K on my wrist nigga!)
This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!)
Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!)
The car I'm driving make you feel some type of way (They can't afford this nigga!)
The cash I get it make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)
This typa way know you feel some type of way (Hustle Gang my nigga!)
That shit ain't hot, we out here popping that's all I can say (G.D.O.D!)
My only problem is trying to decide what I'm a drive today (Hustle Gang my nigga!)
We shine all in they face I know they feel some type of way (Hey!)
I wake up in a multi-million dollar crib get dressed I plan on having a nicer day,
When these punk ass rappers keep my name in they mouth, like they some type of gay
Ay, you know me dog, so watch what you say. (You better watch your mouth!)
We ain't playing no games with your lame ass nigga, fuckboy you can die today (I swear you can!)
I keep a chopper in my backseat, actually it's my Glock partner, (My Glock, partner!)
Play crazy if you want to, fuck around and get shot partner. (Get shot partner!)
I don't like these niggas, and really fuck these niggas.
Talk crazy in ya raps if you want, when you see me you won't touch these niggas! (Won't touch these niggas!)
Ball all around in my flip flop, you think TIP soft?
Well then why don't you try me.
If you do then it goin' be dramatic
We going to need some music, the queuein the violin
Talkin' slow single?
Flower bringer?
Empty a clip in you earing, and you chest thing, and you out the door
This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!)
Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!)
The car I'm driving make you feel some type of way (They can't afford this nigga!)
The cash I get it make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)
You Song lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Chance The Rapper)
[Intro: DJ Drama]
Shout to Chi-Town!
Dedication 5!
Since oh five!
Know that!
[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass
Witchyo' fine ass
You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cast
You the best dressed with ya breasts showin'
Like a salad no dress-on
Take ya to ya favorite restaurant
Ask for the bread then fuck in the restroom
They don't ask for a pass when yo ass waltz in my dress room
You the best bride and I'm the best groom
Wedding presents got my best man
At the Best Buy buyin' the Best of Fresh Prince for the bedroom
I'mma buy a summer house, with a rec room
And a car with no backseat and some leg room
And some strawberries and some chocolate
And a fridge and some some broccoli
Cause I know you like vegetables even though I don't
I won't say I won't eat it if you chef it
Fuck it I'll hire Geoffrey to get a beverage if you should ever get parched
You feel like Ruby Dee to me, great and powerful Ossie
Who's behind the man behind the curtain? Foxy
Coffee brown as the bosom I flew in on
Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on
Lips full like the light on
The dash was flickin'
Oh wait it wasn't
Oh and I forgot I'll take a microwaver oven
So we can kick the butler out and we can make a muffin
Maybe bake a dozen
My homeboy like yo sister maybe they can bake some cousins
Ooh isn't that sweet
You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass
[Hook: Chance the Rapper (x4)]
This is not a love song
This is a you song
I just happen to love you
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Give you the world if it was for me
My diamond grill make it hard to see I'm lying through my teeth
And now I'm flying on my PJ, looking at the clouds
Thinking about yo ass and how it look like a big smile
I get mental flashbacks of you asscrack
Lemme get back on track...
You say I act like I don't miss you, that's because I don't act
But anyway, we can role-play or get straight to it
Sorry, my mind in the gutter, better yet sewer
And when you say I love you, I stutter "I-I-I love you too"
It's Wayne's world, she say "what is this world coming to?"
And she know me and whoever together, she hope we come a loose
She told if she ain't the one, she gon' throw up the deuce
I laughed at her, we took a bath together and splashed each other
Then she got serious, she said "Tune I gotta ask you something
Do you really love me?" I tried to change the subject
So I said some crazy shit to her like: "what if you and I were just letters?
That be unfortunate we'd have to rob a fortune teller
But I swear I think I love you, fingers crossed in my pocket
Okay that's a dead subject, you bring it up that's a zombie
You remind me, of my memory ain't what it used to be"
She said she ain't tripping, I know cause I move my feet
And when she figure out that she been swindled
I'll be cleaning that love bird shit off my window
I-I-I love you too...
[Hook: Chance the Rapper]
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I mean how many times...How many times I gotta...How many times do I gotta say it for it to count? Are you counting? I loved the pictures. I needed that I swear I did. I was just thinking about you when you sent them too, you don't believe me. Ha, I know. D5. What up 5. I-I-I love you too. I do.
Shout to Chi-Town!
Dedication 5!
Since oh five!
Know that!
[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass
Witchyo' fine ass
You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cast
You the best dressed with ya breasts showin'
Like a salad no dress-on
Take ya to ya favorite restaurant
Ask for the bread then fuck in the restroom
They don't ask for a pass when yo ass waltz in my dress room
You the best bride and I'm the best groom
Wedding presents got my best man
At the Best Buy buyin' the Best of Fresh Prince for the bedroom
I'mma buy a summer house, with a rec room
And a car with no backseat and some leg room
And some strawberries and some chocolate
And a fridge and some some broccoli
Cause I know you like vegetables even though I don't
I won't say I won't eat it if you chef it
Fuck it I'll hire Geoffrey to get a beverage if you should ever get parched
You feel like Ruby Dee to me, great and powerful Ossie
Who's behind the man behind the curtain? Foxy
Coffee brown as the bosom I flew in on
Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on
Lips full like the light on
The dash was flickin'
Oh wait it wasn't
Oh and I forgot I'll take a microwaver oven
So we can kick the butler out and we can make a muffin
Maybe bake a dozen
My homeboy like yo sister maybe they can bake some cousins
Ooh isn't that sweet
You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass
[Hook: Chance the Rapper (x4)]
This is not a love song
This is a you song
I just happen to love you
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Give you the world if it was for me
My diamond grill make it hard to see I'm lying through my teeth
And now I'm flying on my PJ, looking at the clouds
Thinking about yo ass and how it look like a big smile
I get mental flashbacks of you asscrack
Lemme get back on track...
You say I act like I don't miss you, that's because I don't act
But anyway, we can role-play or get straight to it
Sorry, my mind in the gutter, better yet sewer
And when you say I love you, I stutter "I-I-I love you too"
It's Wayne's world, she say "what is this world coming to?"
And she know me and whoever together, she hope we come a loose
She told if she ain't the one, she gon' throw up the deuce
I laughed at her, we took a bath together and splashed each other
Then she got serious, she said "Tune I gotta ask you something
Do you really love me?" I tried to change the subject
So I said some crazy shit to her like: "what if you and I were just letters?
That be unfortunate we'd have to rob a fortune teller
But I swear I think I love you, fingers crossed in my pocket
Okay that's a dead subject, you bring it up that's a zombie
You remind me, of my memory ain't what it used to be"
She said she ain't tripping, I know cause I move my feet
And when she figure out that she been swindled
I'll be cleaning that love bird shit off my window
I-I-I love you too...
[Hook: Chance the Rapper]
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I mean how many times...How many times I gotta...How many times do I gotta say it for it to count? Are you counting? I loved the pictures. I needed that I swear I did. I was just thinking about you when you sent them too, you don't believe me. Ha, I know. D5. What up 5. I-I-I love you too. I do.
Ain't Worried lyrics - Lil Wayne
(performed by Euro, Mack Maine & Jae Millz)
Yeah,
Euro Nigga
[Verse 1: Euro]
I'm that Dominican nigga, yo bitch be talking bout'
I'm in a different city, you can fuck her now
I got a whole collection, of my ho collection
Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection
I said fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas
Security don't check my niggas, all y'all niggas gon respect my niggas
Either that or get a wack or get a bat to back of the neck my nigga
Yeah that shorty with y'all, with y'all cause she never met a big dog 'til she met my niggas
Got a big dream, from a small town
Got a small circle, you'll never get around
Old hoes thinking I'mma put em on now
Room full of bad bitches, I'mma put em all down
Hoes been broke, who's rich now?
I ain't never had change, why switch now?
Money talks nigga, I ain't never heard shit
Til y'all heard me spit, [?]
Gotta mojo, with a flow-flow
Gotta whole load, don't know if it's a promo
Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no
Cooling in the cut with a [?] sipping romo
No love for the po-po's, gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole
Never tell though, I'mma need a little more dope for my uncle
Cause I sell flows and he sell dope
Nigga work
God Euro
What up this Mack The fortune teller
The nigga that put y'all on Miley Cyrus
Negrodamus my nigga
Predicting futures
You need some lottery numbers holla at me nigga I got you
[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
Put a nigga in that hearse,Long ass K no nino
Word to Martin I'm cole but just call me buck shots
Like Pam make a nigga say "Damn Gina"
Millzy! money don't mean nothing, my youngin'
Will kill you for some sneakers (blah)
This Dedication 5, no vacations slime
We in the endzone and they in bleachers
Cheerleaders, we ain't worried bout nothin, nothin
Nigga act dumb, push the buttonm, fuck em
Get'em out of here like the sixth foul in the NBA, little nigga no discussion
Boy I'll close ya case, like judge Millz Lane
All y'all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane
Big guns that go over the should dog
My team strapped, no overalls.
So please don't make me do it
Got soldiers and shooters
These bullets will swallow
Like shots of khalua
When we light up the weed
We fly like a rumor
Then hop on the plane
And fly over you losers
Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer
I'm not from this era that beef on computers
Look boy if it's war then all we coming after you
Especially if I'm smashin your sister like [?]
Shots in your challenger, shots in your passenger
Hittin your girl then I'm passing her
Jae Millz ain't worried bout nothin
Young Money ain't worried bout nothin
D5!
We ain't worried bout nothin (Young Money)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin (Jae Millz)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin (not a thing)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin
D5
Yeah,
Euro Nigga
[Verse 1: Euro]
I'm that Dominican nigga, yo bitch be talking bout'
I'm in a different city, you can fuck her now
I got a whole collection, of my ho collection
Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection
I said fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas
Security don't check my niggas, all y'all niggas gon respect my niggas
Either that or get a wack or get a bat to back of the neck my nigga
Yeah that shorty with y'all, with y'all cause she never met a big dog 'til she met my niggas
Got a big dream, from a small town
Got a small circle, you'll never get around
Old hoes thinking I'mma put em on now
Room full of bad bitches, I'mma put em all down
Hoes been broke, who's rich now?
I ain't never had change, why switch now?
Money talks nigga, I ain't never heard shit
Til y'all heard me spit, [?]
Gotta mojo, with a flow-flow
Gotta whole load, don't know if it's a promo
Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no
Cooling in the cut with a [?] sipping romo
No love for the po-po's, gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole
Never tell though, I'mma need a little more dope for my uncle
Cause I sell flows and he sell dope
Nigga work
God Euro
What up this Mack The fortune teller
The nigga that put y'all on Miley Cyrus
Negrodamus my nigga
Predicting futures
You need some lottery numbers holla at me nigga I got you
[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
Put a nigga in that hearse,Long ass K no nino
Word to Martin I'm cole but just call me buck shots
Like Pam make a nigga say "Damn Gina"
Millzy! money don't mean nothing, my youngin'
Will kill you for some sneakers (blah)
This Dedication 5, no vacations slime
We in the endzone and they in bleachers
Cheerleaders, we ain't worried bout nothin, nothin
Nigga act dumb, push the buttonm, fuck em
Get'em out of here like the sixth foul in the NBA, little nigga no discussion
Boy I'll close ya case, like judge Millz Lane
All y'all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane
Big guns that go over the should dog
My team strapped, no overalls.
So please don't make me do it
Got soldiers and shooters
These bullets will swallow
Like shots of khalua
When we light up the weed
We fly like a rumor
Then hop on the plane
And fly over you losers
Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer
I'm not from this era that beef on computers
Look boy if it's war then all we coming after you
Especially if I'm smashin your sister like [?]
Shots in your challenger, shots in your passenger
Hittin your girl then I'm passing her
Jae Millz ain't worried bout nothin
Young Money ain't worried bout nothin
D5!
We ain't worried bout nothin (Young Money)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin (Jae Millz)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin (not a thing)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin
D5
Before Tune Gets Back lyrics - Lil Wayne
(performed by Lil Chuckee)
[Lil Chuckee:]
Man...Mike, cut something on!
Man, they don't never let me get on nothin' dog
Man cut-man cut-man cut something on, man!
Man, hurry up though, before Tune get back, come on!
Yeah, D5 motherfucker!
It's Tunechi Jr. bitch!
Pops, lemme go ahead and get 'em one time, ya heard me?
Hol' up!
Turn my motherfuckin' mic on
And I ain't leavin' 'til the motherfuckin' lights on
This ain't a dick, this a motherfuckin' python
And if it's war call me, fuck Tyrone
You know what? It's time for y'all niggas to sit
Big ass house, no room for bullshit
Such and such told me, "Chuck, you ain't rich!"
Well tell such and such they can suck my dick
Cause I got a lot of sperm if you need it, sperm if you need it
I made you go crazy for no fuckin' reason
I beat you pussy niggas up 'til you start bleedin'
Menstrual cycle, fuck it, go ahead bleach 'em
Diarrhea, I'm running this shit, I'm just gettin' my laps on
All my niggas strapped up and y'all pussy niggas got strap-ons
Bitch we breed this 5-stars, bitch we bleed these 5-stars
YMCMB, you can come get fucked by 5 stars!
She ain't got too comfortable, I done made her stupid ass walk home
I kill the beat the barrel on the yopper round as a motherfuckin' Super Dome
You know I'm a fuckin' beast, yeah I'm a fuckin' creep
You could get these 30 clips if you wanna make a scene
Tune let me off the leash, now I run the fucking streets
Two fingers in her pussy, then I tell her pussy, "Peace!"
It's Chuckee, she say, "Yo' name Chuckee?"
I said, "No, my name's Suck Me!"
Introduce you to T if your stupid ass lucky
Fuke roll 'em fat, kinda got my nose stuffy
All my niggas on gas, Quik Trip
And all my niggas gon' blast this shit
See, all y'all niggas doin' bad and shit
So really I'mma act a fuckin' ass this year
Trukfit on my neck, that Truk mean I'll truck your ass
She got junk up in her trunk, I guess it's time to take out the trash
And you thought this shit was over
Got paper like a fuckin' school folder
If her grass ain't cut, get the lawnmower
Tony, tell them bitches it's Libra gang
Vocal lessons, let the nina sing
Before I leave up out this bitch, they gon' know my fuckin' name
Birdman Jr. Junior! Fuck a dog, bitch I got a puma
Man these niggas' pussies stink, no wonder why I was smellin' tuna
Lame ass boys don't want no trouble, pussy niggas just a bunch of suckers
Smashing all they moms, you could call me a motherfucker
Man I'm about to act an ass and this shit here? Just a little tease
Pull big willie out my pants and all them girls say, "Hercules!"
Bitch I'm livin' B.I.G., my gun is little cease
If that girl don't pop it off, I'll just skeet right on her weave
Okay that gold pack in my pocket; I'm like a rag up in a socket?
And when I cock that nina nine, you better not cock block me
YM be the shit, I say, "Damn everybody else"
I be kicking girls out the condo, I got a black belt
Big bro said, "It's your time nigga"
You heard what the fuck the man said
Boy I body these verses, that's why they cost a arm and a leg
Left that coochie smokin', she gon' fail her drug test
My chain on freeze, call my shit under arrest
I'm gone!
Mike turn the mic off dog!
Fuck, I'm just playing around dog
Man cut the beat off before Tune get back!
[Lil Chuckee:]
Man...Mike, cut something on!
Man, they don't never let me get on nothin' dog
Man cut-man cut-man cut something on, man!
Man, hurry up though, before Tune get back, come on!
Yeah, D5 motherfucker!
It's Tunechi Jr. bitch!
Pops, lemme go ahead and get 'em one time, ya heard me?
Hol' up!
Turn my motherfuckin' mic on
And I ain't leavin' 'til the motherfuckin' lights on
This ain't a dick, this a motherfuckin' python
And if it's war call me, fuck Tyrone
You know what? It's time for y'all niggas to sit
Big ass house, no room for bullshit
Such and such told me, "Chuck, you ain't rich!"
Well tell such and such they can suck my dick
Cause I got a lot of sperm if you need it, sperm if you need it
I made you go crazy for no fuckin' reason
I beat you pussy niggas up 'til you start bleedin'
Menstrual cycle, fuck it, go ahead bleach 'em
Diarrhea, I'm running this shit, I'm just gettin' my laps on
All my niggas strapped up and y'all pussy niggas got strap-ons
Bitch we breed this 5-stars, bitch we bleed these 5-stars
YMCMB, you can come get fucked by 5 stars!
She ain't got too comfortable, I done made her stupid ass walk home
I kill the beat the barrel on the yopper round as a motherfuckin' Super Dome
You know I'm a fuckin' beast, yeah I'm a fuckin' creep
You could get these 30 clips if you wanna make a scene
Tune let me off the leash, now I run the fucking streets
Two fingers in her pussy, then I tell her pussy, "Peace!"
It's Chuckee, she say, "Yo' name Chuckee?"
I said, "No, my name's Suck Me!"
Introduce you to T if your stupid ass lucky
Fuke roll 'em fat, kinda got my nose stuffy
All my niggas on gas, Quik Trip
And all my niggas gon' blast this shit
See, all y'all niggas doin' bad and shit
So really I'mma act a fuckin' ass this year
Trukfit on my neck, that Truk mean I'll truck your ass
She got junk up in her trunk, I guess it's time to take out the trash
And you thought this shit was over
Got paper like a fuckin' school folder
If her grass ain't cut, get the lawnmower
Tony, tell them bitches it's Libra gang
Vocal lessons, let the nina sing
Before I leave up out this bitch, they gon' know my fuckin' name
Birdman Jr. Junior! Fuck a dog, bitch I got a puma
Man these niggas' pussies stink, no wonder why I was smellin' tuna
Lame ass boys don't want no trouble, pussy niggas just a bunch of suckers
Smashing all they moms, you could call me a motherfucker
Man I'm about to act an ass and this shit here? Just a little tease
Pull big willie out my pants and all them girls say, "Hercules!"
Bitch I'm livin' B.I.G., my gun is little cease
If that girl don't pop it off, I'll just skeet right on her weave
Okay that gold pack in my pocket; I'm like a rag up in a socket?
And when I cock that nina nine, you better not cock block me
YM be the shit, I say, "Damn everybody else"
I be kicking girls out the condo, I got a black belt
Big bro said, "It's your time nigga"
You heard what the fuck the man said
Boy I body these verses, that's why they cost a arm and a leg
Left that coochie smokin', she gon' fail her drug test
My chain on freeze, call my shit under arrest
I'm gone!
Mike turn the mic off dog!
Fuck, I'm just playing around dog
Man cut the beat off before Tune get back!
Started lyrics - Lil Wayne
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
These niggas wear dresses and y'all call me weird nigga?
Go in niggas' pockets while we here
What kind of cologne do you wear because all I could smell is fear nigga
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Boy I'm from New Orleans where the dope fiends kill niggas
Brains came out his fucking ear
I got a full clip, I empty the whole thing up in here
Now I'mma keep a pill and a blunt
I might pass the motherfucker but most likely I'mma flunk
Tell my bitch I could do bad on my own
She say "You gon' miss me nigga." I say "Bitch the thrill is gone"
I ain't drove it look better in the driveway
Married to the MOB, man you niggas just some bridesmaids
Bitches give me head instead of playing mind games
Tattooed tears for my homies, it's a cryin' shame
You could get a Dom P bottle to your face
Niggas just construction workers, trynna build a case
Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait
Why your bitch blowing me up? If I answer, I deflate
Motherfucker I'm like,
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
I fuck her 'til she cry, make that ho drink her fuckin' tears
Knowing that ho, she'd swallow more than tears
Then her homegirl came in the room and volunteered
Man, dreads hanging out the ski mask,
Run up in your house, the couch potatoes getting mashed
Run up in the kitchen get your stash out the oven
You wonder how we know? stop talking while you cuddlin'
Ain't nothing like some pussy when you going through something
Just called a bad bitch, I said I'm going through something
Bugatti sitting still, look like it's going 200
Pussy nigga keep your mouth closed like you chew onions
Mother fucker I'm like,
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Rather be judged by my jury, not a jury of my peers
And I got some kush to hide in brassiere
And we only selling what the boat bring here nigga
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Cause I got shooters on the roof like some fucking reindeer
And I'm probably with the model of the year
I'm about to go Pac with the nose ring up in here
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Young Money motherfucking Entertainment
And y'all know Marley got the chopper up in here
Yeah, me, myself and I, the fucking Three Musketeers
Smoke like I fucking disappeared
I check your pussy ass, and wait for it to clear nigga
Tunechi, everybody know your name like Cheers, nigga
Started from the bottom now my whole team here nigga!
Tunechi!
Yeah, D5.
Whatup Five?
Worry bout me, give a fuck about you
Just as a reminder to myself
Bust every single nut in her motherfucking mouth
I'm like, Lord I hope she swallow more than tears...
These niggas wear dresses and y'all call me weird nigga?
Go in niggas' pockets while we here
What kind of cologne do you wear because all I could smell is fear nigga
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Boy I'm from New Orleans where the dope fiends kill niggas
Brains came out his fucking ear
I got a full clip, I empty the whole thing up in here
Now I'mma keep a pill and a blunt
I might pass the motherfucker but most likely I'mma flunk
Tell my bitch I could do bad on my own
She say "You gon' miss me nigga." I say "Bitch the thrill is gone"
I ain't drove it look better in the driveway
Married to the MOB, man you niggas just some bridesmaids
Bitches give me head instead of playing mind games
Tattooed tears for my homies, it's a cryin' shame
You could get a Dom P bottle to your face
Niggas just construction workers, trynna build a case
Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait
Why your bitch blowing me up? If I answer, I deflate
Motherfucker I'm like,
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
I fuck her 'til she cry, make that ho drink her fuckin' tears
Knowing that ho, she'd swallow more than tears
Then her homegirl came in the room and volunteered
Man, dreads hanging out the ski mask,
Run up in your house, the couch potatoes getting mashed
Run up in the kitchen get your stash out the oven
You wonder how we know? stop talking while you cuddlin'
Ain't nothing like some pussy when you going through something
Just called a bad bitch, I said I'm going through something
Bugatti sitting still, look like it's going 200
Pussy nigga keep your mouth closed like you chew onions
Mother fucker I'm like,
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Rather be judged by my jury, not a jury of my peers
And I got some kush to hide in brassiere
And we only selling what the boat bring here nigga
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Cause I got shooters on the roof like some fucking reindeer
And I'm probably with the model of the year
I'm about to go Pac with the nose ring up in here
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Young Money motherfucking Entertainment
And y'all know Marley got the chopper up in here
Yeah, me, myself and I, the fucking Three Musketeers
Smoke like I fucking disappeared
I check your pussy ass, and wait for it to clear nigga
Tunechi, everybody know your name like Cheers, nigga
Started from the bottom now my whole team here nigga!
Tunechi!
Yeah, D5.
Whatup Five?
Worry bout me, give a fuck about you
Just as a reminder to myself
Bust every single nut in her motherfucking mouth
I'm like, Lord I hope she swallow more than tears...
New Signees To Young Money? lyrics - Lil Wayne
Man, are there new signees to Young Money?
Uhhm, yeah there are
Uhhm, you know you got, uhm Chanel West Coast
Pj Morton, junior
Uhhm, Austin Mahone
You heard me
We got NaeNae and LoLo, they gon’ kill it
Whatever they do, they gon’ kill it
Shout out my daughter, shout out lil LoLo
I know how y'all do
Y'all stay turned, ya dig?
I can’t forget about my daughter, my beautiful daughter
Her future is bright, I'mma make sure that
Speaking of new signees
Christina Milian, to Young Money
And we got uhhm
Lil Eureka Franklin [laugh] Eufradis [laugh]
Nah, we got a new lil cat name Euro
But his real name is Eufradis [laugh]
So, we call him Eureka Franklin
You heard me, or Eurpatti LaBelle
You heard me
So, either one of them you can rock with, you heard me?
As a matter of fact, a-one, a-two
A-one, two, three, four
[Singing:]
This is not a love song
This is a you song
And I’m talking to you
Eureka Franklin
Me oh miya
Eureka Franklin
Me oh miya
Uhhm, yeah there are
Uhhm, you know you got, uhm Chanel West Coast
Pj Morton, junior
Uhhm, Austin Mahone
You heard me
We got NaeNae and LoLo, they gon’ kill it
Whatever they do, they gon’ kill it
Shout out my daughter, shout out lil LoLo
I know how y'all do
Y'all stay turned, ya dig?
I can’t forget about my daughter, my beautiful daughter
Her future is bright, I'mma make sure that
Speaking of new signees
Christina Milian, to Young Money
And we got uhhm
Lil Eureka Franklin [laugh] Eufradis [laugh]
Nah, we got a new lil cat name Euro
But his real name is Eufradis [laugh]
So, we call him Eureka Franklin
You heard me, or Eurpatti LaBelle
You heard me
So, either one of them you can rock with, you heard me?
As a matter of fact, a-one, a-two
A-one, two, three, four
[Singing:]
This is not a love song
This is a you song
And I’m talking to you
Eureka Franklin
Me oh miya
Eureka Franklin
Me oh miya
Live Life lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Euro & T@)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm a live my life, have my fun, act like I don't give a fuck
Live my life, have my fun, smoke like I don't give a fuck
Live my life, have my fun, fuck that shit, you only get one
Fuck that shit, I gotta sip some
I gotta bitch leaving, I gotta bitch coming (Aye)
I'm getting more pop on my skateboard,
Niggas don't want me to pop like a bungee cord
I got my redbone hair gone
That Bugatti go skirt like the legs showing
You think you street? I'm a jaywalker
I'm a basket case, where the fucking lawyer?
Yeah, Tunechi lee in this motherfucker
Niggas fuck with me in this motherfucker
I'm a smoke until I get lung trouble
And these... niggas saying they the truth
But your pants on fire
Like I was born in the pool
I came up from the bottom
I'm a live my life, have my fun, skate like I don't give a fuck
Keep a brand new bitch, bout to get her ribbon cut
Rich, but I ain't rich enough
Your bitch is down, you bitchin up
Rolls Royce, topless, is bout to get tittie fucked
[Verse 2: Euro]
Okay, live my life, have no fun, 'less you give my niggas some
Live my life, what the fuck, can't recall me giving one
Live my life, have my fun, fuck like I don't give a fuck
And question, who the realest niggas?
Okay, that's a given one
Well welcome to the murder show
Show starts when the curtains close
Pass the scalpel to me, on my open-hearted surgeon flow
Why are all these coppers trippin?
Bitches down there, searching clothes
Yeah, I'm drinking stupid
What the fuck you think I'm swerving for?
Look, I be with that nigga from New Orleans
Who be asking if you heard me, even though he wasn't talking
Seen a straight chick do some dyke shit and didn't pause
And she was probably brokenhearted
I'm so gone, I probably caused it
I'm just saying
They ain't fucking with me
Bet they talking bout murdering me
But, look, Tune, I just don't see the killer in these niggas
2Pac's hologram was realer than these niggas
[Verse 3: T@]
I'm a get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck
Get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck
Get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck
Rudy Gays up on the coupe, and Black Mambas on the Truk
I'm a dream chaser for stacking cheddar
I'm in my Olympic Dream Team's Retros Number 7s
What you know about getting money?
Hop out the coupe, I got your bitch in there, I leave the engine running
I hit the block, talk shit, roll a few stogies
Pop a bar, kill a lil' time on my Rollie
David Copperfield, I make a hundred disappear
Like I know magic, but ball like Jordan
Nigga hating on my new deal, James Harden
I guess cause I'm the shit, and you lil' niggas fartin'
With the weed, I did coke numbers, real talk
A buck fifty every three months, real talk
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
W-T-F, what the fuck nigga?
Tell them fuck niggas get the fuck nigga
Now who the fuck is with the fuck nigga?
It's just us, it's just us nigga
We the fuss nigga
That's a plus nigga
And we don't fuck with snitches trying to bust niggas
So tell them fuck niggas get the fuck nigga
I'm a live my life, have my fun, skate like I don't give a fuck
Live my life, have my fun, act like I don't give a fuck
Get this money, live my life, and ball like I don't give a fuck
Smoke weed with the windows up
High as fuck, but inching up
Pussy niggas tensing up
Are these niggas men or what?
I got your bitch antenas up
You can judge us, but don't sentence us
Blow me like the wind would gust
We trukfit and we supered up
W-T-F, who to fuck?
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
And this, bitch I'm rolling with is cute
And her ass on fire
And the whole time, I ain't feel a tooth
Then I ate that pussy 'til I lost a diamond and I'm gone...
I'm a live my life, have my fun, act like I don't give a fuck
Live my life, have my fun, smoke like I don't give a fuck
Live my life, have my fun, fuck that shit, you only get one
Fuck that shit, I gotta sip some
I gotta bitch leaving, I gotta bitch coming (Aye)
I'm getting more pop on my skateboard,
Niggas don't want me to pop like a bungee cord
I got my redbone hair gone
That Bugatti go skirt like the legs showing
You think you street? I'm a jaywalker
I'm a basket case, where the fucking lawyer?
Yeah, Tunechi lee in this motherfucker
Niggas fuck with me in this motherfucker
I'm a smoke until I get lung trouble
And these... niggas saying they the truth
But your pants on fire
Like I was born in the pool
I came up from the bottom
I'm a live my life, have my fun, skate like I don't give a fuck
Keep a brand new bitch, bout to get her ribbon cut
Rich, but I ain't rich enough
Your bitch is down, you bitchin up
Rolls Royce, topless, is bout to get tittie fucked
[Verse 2: Euro]
Okay, live my life, have no fun, 'less you give my niggas some
Live my life, what the fuck, can't recall me giving one
Live my life, have my fun, fuck like I don't give a fuck
And question, who the realest niggas?
Okay, that's a given one
Well welcome to the murder show
Show starts when the curtains close
Pass the scalpel to me, on my open-hearted surgeon flow
Why are all these coppers trippin?
Bitches down there, searching clothes
Yeah, I'm drinking stupid
What the fuck you think I'm swerving for?
Look, I be with that nigga from New Orleans
Who be asking if you heard me, even though he wasn't talking
Seen a straight chick do some dyke shit and didn't pause
And she was probably brokenhearted
I'm so gone, I probably caused it
I'm just saying
They ain't fucking with me
Bet they talking bout murdering me
But, look, Tune, I just don't see the killer in these niggas
2Pac's hologram was realer than these niggas
[Verse 3: T@]
I'm a get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck
Get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck
Get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck
Rudy Gays up on the coupe, and Black Mambas on the Truk
I'm a dream chaser for stacking cheddar
I'm in my Olympic Dream Team's Retros Number 7s
What you know about getting money?
Hop out the coupe, I got your bitch in there, I leave the engine running
I hit the block, talk shit, roll a few stogies
Pop a bar, kill a lil' time on my Rollie
David Copperfield, I make a hundred disappear
Like I know magic, but ball like Jordan
Nigga hating on my new deal, James Harden
I guess cause I'm the shit, and you lil' niggas fartin'
With the weed, I did coke numbers, real talk
A buck fifty every three months, real talk
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
W-T-F, what the fuck nigga?
Tell them fuck niggas get the fuck nigga
Now who the fuck is with the fuck nigga?
It's just us, it's just us nigga
We the fuss nigga
That's a plus nigga
And we don't fuck with snitches trying to bust niggas
So tell them fuck niggas get the fuck nigga
I'm a live my life, have my fun, skate like I don't give a fuck
Live my life, have my fun, act like I don't give a fuck
Get this money, live my life, and ball like I don't give a fuck
Smoke weed with the windows up
High as fuck, but inching up
Pussy niggas tensing up
Are these niggas men or what?
I got your bitch antenas up
You can judge us, but don't sentence us
Blow me like the wind would gust
We trukfit and we supered up
W-T-F, who to fuck?
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
And this, bitch I'm rolling with is cute
And her ass on fire
And the whole time, I ain't feel a tooth
Then I ate that pussy 'til I lost a diamond and I'm gone...
Itchin lyrics - Lil Wayne
Uh, she say my dickhead need a crown on it
She say my cum tastes like holy water
She say she get hiccups just thinkin' of me
I said next time bring your drinkin' buddy
I told her, this that dedication 5
And anything else is a consolation prize
I said I'm cumming she say take your time
Yeah, I told her take her drawers off and she says I ain't wearin' none
I asked her who this pussy for, she said ransom
And when she says "I Love You", I say shut up take this dick
She treat me like a God and tell her man she atheist
And then he calls with all that bitchin', who is this?
She busy, call her later, now we switchin' positions
We in here getting creative
I put Champagne on her titties
Then sip it out her navel, boy
I live in, pussy
Let me speak to my neighbors I say
Clean the puke off of the toilet bowl
Treat the pussy like revolving doors
Ran outta rubbers at the corner store
She in my ear, like what you want them for
Well give me brains since you a smart aleck
Fuck her all night and don't smell it
Open her mind like a watermelon, haha, you jealous
I told her take her drawers off and she says I ain't wearin' none
I asked her who this pussy for, she said ransom
And when she says "I Love You", I say shut up take this dick
She treat me like a God and tell her man she atheist
He on that phone with all that bitchin', who is this?
She busy, call her later
Now we kissin' we twisted
My dick in a tornado
She say hit it, I hit it
I hit it raw like yayo
I admit it
(That fuckin' corner store man)
Uh, we makin' love like money
Yeah, yeah, like money
Like money
Told her this that Dedication 5
Dedication 5
I killed that pussy, it came back to life
I told her take her drawers off
And she said why you playin' dumb?
I asked her who this pussy for, she didn't answer
And she say ew, I love you
I said shut up take this dick
Would tell her say my name, but I gave her an alias
And oh my god she swallowed triplets
She gripped with the hand that rocks the cradle
I'm so lifted? What is this?
This here a Dedication, it was scripted
Predicted, and shout out to my skaters
Boy, I live in pussy
Let me speak to my neighbors
I say
D5
What up 5?
I told her this that Dedication 5
We makin' love like money
She say my cum tastes like holy water
She say she get hiccups just thinkin' of me
I said next time bring your drinkin' buddy
I told her, this that dedication 5
And anything else is a consolation prize
I said I'm cumming she say take your time
Yeah, I told her take her drawers off and she says I ain't wearin' none
I asked her who this pussy for, she said ransom
And when she says "I Love You", I say shut up take this dick
She treat me like a God and tell her man she atheist
And then he calls with all that bitchin', who is this?
She busy, call her later, now we switchin' positions
We in here getting creative
I put Champagne on her titties
Then sip it out her navel, boy
I live in, pussy
Let me speak to my neighbors I say
Clean the puke off of the toilet bowl
Treat the pussy like revolving doors
Ran outta rubbers at the corner store
She in my ear, like what you want them for
Well give me brains since you a smart aleck
Fuck her all night and don't smell it
Open her mind like a watermelon, haha, you jealous
I told her take her drawers off and she says I ain't wearin' none
I asked her who this pussy for, she said ransom
And when she says "I Love You", I say shut up take this dick
She treat me like a God and tell her man she atheist
He on that phone with all that bitchin', who is this?
She busy, call her later
Now we kissin' we twisted
My dick in a tornado
She say hit it, I hit it
I hit it raw like yayo
I admit it
(That fuckin' corner store man)
Uh, we makin' love like money
Yeah, yeah, like money
Like money
Told her this that Dedication 5
Dedication 5
I killed that pussy, it came back to life
I told her take her drawers off
And she said why you playin' dumb?
I asked her who this pussy for, she didn't answer
And she say ew, I love you
I said shut up take this dick
Would tell her say my name, but I gave her an alias
And oh my god she swallowed triplets
She gripped with the hand that rocks the cradle
I'm so lifted? What is this?
This here a Dedication, it was scripted
Predicted, and shout out to my skaters
Boy, I live in pussy
Let me speak to my neighbors
I say
D5
What up 5?
I told her this that Dedication 5
We makin' love like money
Way I'm Ballin lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Future, Mack Maine & Birdman)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got shotguns under my staircase
Grab yo ho ass girl face
Then have this bitch on lock, I’m bout to get this bitch a cellmate
All my life I been this cold
All my nights I spend with hoes
I keep change on me now
‘Cus this shit’s startin to take a toll
I just flew 2 hoes in, oh how times I clip his wings
Make you spit that safe combination, I’m like Listerine
And even though I’m not an artist this is where I draw the line
We don’t feel none of you niggas
Y'all some fuckin porcupines
I still got residue all on my dinner plates
Real niggas in my inner circle
None of my checks come late, I ain’t having that, I give em curfews,
Dressed up like a old lady, uzi under my first dress
Surprise yo ass like a baby… taking his first steps
I’m too good but just in a bad bitch
Smoke like I’ve been kissing dragons
9 mill conjure her missing panties
That pussy felt like a hidden valley
Thank God that I’m so gifted
I wouldn’t return a single gift
But all good things must come to an end
Like this blunt burning my fingertips
Lil' Tune
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
This ain’t what you want
Put that gun to yo ho head
Make her tell me what you don’t
Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones
Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw!
Neil Armstrong aw! Neil Armstrong
Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw!
Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones
Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw!
[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Striper pole on the yacht
Striper pole in my spot
I got yo girl in my condo
Bitch I’m ballin like Rondo
Flexin ranches up in Texas
I know it’s a blessing but I don’t know what’s a recession
If we talkin mew mew’s, Jimmy Chews and Giuseppe she got it
I star 6-7, my flights I fly private
I’m a walkin hedge fund
I copped a 62 for leg run
This bitches texted and her lights on
I bought her a new crib, it’s a tax right on
[Hook: Future]
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Foreva
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Hold it
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Step up in this kitchen
Just step back til you look at me
Listen , that Ferrari unreleased
Stop getting so just pissed, I’m making real decisions
And that’s real if you win it
Now I’m ready so I’m ballin that shit
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Rich Gang, we drop feathers to vall
Rich Gang fall til you fall
We hit the block dippin cuz the block hot
Record sales, ship it from the Hard Knox
Live it like we live it twice
Ballin with them bright lights
Bad bitches stand tall
Bad bitches want em all
Hella choppas on the circus
Mansion on the beach, nigga that’s the purpose
Blow it cuz the swag is perfect
First class flights, nigga we done murked em
[Hook: Future]
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Foreva
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Hold it
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Step up in this kitchen
Just step back til you look at me
Listen , that Ferrari unreleased
Stop getting so just pissed, I’m making real decisions
And that’s real if you win it
Now I’m ready so I’m ballin that shit
I got shotguns under my staircase
Grab yo ho ass girl face
Then have this bitch on lock, I’m bout to get this bitch a cellmate
All my life I been this cold
All my nights I spend with hoes
I keep change on me now
‘Cus this shit’s startin to take a toll
I just flew 2 hoes in, oh how times I clip his wings
Make you spit that safe combination, I’m like Listerine
And even though I’m not an artist this is where I draw the line
We don’t feel none of you niggas
Y'all some fuckin porcupines
I still got residue all on my dinner plates
Real niggas in my inner circle
None of my checks come late, I ain’t having that, I give em curfews,
Dressed up like a old lady, uzi under my first dress
Surprise yo ass like a baby… taking his first steps
I’m too good but just in a bad bitch
Smoke like I’ve been kissing dragons
9 mill conjure her missing panties
That pussy felt like a hidden valley
Thank God that I’m so gifted
I wouldn’t return a single gift
But all good things must come to an end
Like this blunt burning my fingertips
Lil' Tune
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
This ain’t what you want
Put that gun to yo ho head
Make her tell me what you don’t
Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones
Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw!
Neil Armstrong aw! Neil Armstrong
Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw!
Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones
Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw!
[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Striper pole on the yacht
Striper pole in my spot
I got yo girl in my condo
Bitch I’m ballin like Rondo
Flexin ranches up in Texas
I know it’s a blessing but I don’t know what’s a recession
If we talkin mew mew’s, Jimmy Chews and Giuseppe she got it
I star 6-7, my flights I fly private
I’m a walkin hedge fund
I copped a 62 for leg run
This bitches texted and her lights on
I bought her a new crib, it’s a tax right on
[Hook: Future]
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Foreva
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Hold it
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Step up in this kitchen
Just step back til you look at me
Listen , that Ferrari unreleased
Stop getting so just pissed, I’m making real decisions
And that’s real if you win it
Now I’m ready so I’m ballin that shit
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Rich Gang, we drop feathers to vall
Rich Gang fall til you fall
We hit the block dippin cuz the block hot
Record sales, ship it from the Hard Knox
Live it like we live it twice
Ballin with them bright lights
Bad bitches stand tall
Bad bitches want em all
Hella choppas on the circus
Mansion on the beach, nigga that’s the purpose
Blow it cuz the swag is perfect
First class flights, nigga we done murked em
[Hook: Future]
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Foreva
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Hold it
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Step up in this kitchen
Just step back til you look at me
Listen , that Ferrari unreleased
Stop getting so just pissed, I’m making real decisions
And that’s real if you win it
Now I’m ready so I’m ballin that shit
Fortune Teller (Interlude) lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Talking: Lil Wayne]
Is Mack Maine a fortune teller?
Because he predicted Miley would
Be ready for the world years ago
What Miley they talkin' 'bout? [Laughs]
I saw some shit recently with her
She wild man [Giggles]
She must be on that other one
Pop it off
Pop it off
Pop it off
(Ahh) Pop it off
(Ahh) Pop it off
A molly
A molly
A molly
Molly
Molly
(Ahh) Pop it off, yeah
Y'heard me!
Eureeekaaaa
What up 5?
[Laughing] Aye!
The problem is I believe in you too much (Miley/Molly)
You don't know which one I'm talking 'bout though
So, Is Mack Maine a fortune teller?
I don't know, If he is I'm gon' get some cookies
Is Mack Maine a fortune teller?
Because he predicted Miley would
Be ready for the world years ago
What Miley they talkin' 'bout? [Laughs]
I saw some shit recently with her
She wild man [Giggles]
She must be on that other one
Pop it off
Pop it off
Pop it off
(Ahh) Pop it off
(Ahh) Pop it off
A molly
A molly
A molly
Molly
Molly
(Ahh) Pop it off, yeah
Y'heard me!
Eureeekaaaa
What up 5?
[Laughing] Aye!
The problem is I believe in you too much (Miley/Molly)
You don't know which one I'm talking 'bout though
So, Is Mack Maine a fortune teller?
I don't know, If he is I'm gon' get some cookies
Thinkin About You lyrics - Lil Wayne
Come on, come on, come on, come
Shout for the 17, shout for the Hollygrove
Shout for the 17
I'mma take it uptown, uptown
You dig
You understand me
[Verse 1]
Woke one morning
Tears in my eyes
And you had left me without a kiss or a note
Or goodbye
Now I got to learn to live alone
But my heart can't take it
I guess that's why I wait by the phone
For a call, a call from you
Sayin' she needs me back
Just as much as I need you
But I guess for the time, you need to spill it
Let me tell you baby, now I'm thinkin' of you every day
[Hook]
I'm thinkin' about you
I'm thinkin' about you....
[Break]
Oops upside your head
I said oops upside your head
I said feet, don't fail me now
White man came down to my city
On my corner
And asked me what do I do
I said, do what I wanna
Said, do what I wanna
[Verse 2]
I keep thinkin' 'bout the good times we had
And how we let jealousy
Turn all we had good into bad
Now I realize
If you just try it again
Love will play out
You'll be my girl
I'll be your only man
Shout for the 17, shout for the Hollygrove
Shout for the 17
I'mma take it uptown, uptown
You dig
You understand me
[Verse 1]
Woke one morning
Tears in my eyes
And you had left me without a kiss or a note
Or goodbye
Now I got to learn to live alone
But my heart can't take it
I guess that's why I wait by the phone
For a call, a call from you
Sayin' she needs me back
Just as much as I need you
But I guess for the time, you need to spill it
Let me tell you baby, now I'm thinkin' of you every day
[Hook]
I'm thinkin' about you
I'm thinkin' about you....
[Break]
Oops upside your head
I said oops upside your head
I said feet, don't fail me now
White man came down to my city
On my corner
And asked me what do I do
I said, do what I wanna
Said, do what I wanna
[Verse 2]
I keep thinkin' 'bout the good times we had
And how we let jealousy
Turn all we had good into bad
Now I realize
If you just try it again
Love will play out
You'll be my girl
I'll be your only man
Pure Colombia lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Verse 1:]
I can't trust these niggas, throw some water on 'em,
They say "Go to Hell, " Okay I know the owner,
Strip clubs gettin old all the strippers hoein',
All these bitches think they dimes, watch me flip a coin,
Thank You Jesus, My dogs is off the leashes,
Had to leave my spanish bitch 'cause she was startin' to get suspicious,
Tell The Beef I mean business, suit and tie nigga
You and all your dogs can get euthanize nigga
Trigger happy nigga, I just can't stop smiling
Thank God I'm fly, I had to thank my pilot
You think you're calling shots, you got the wrong number
I love Benjamin Franklin more than his own mother
Throw that pussy, throw that pussy
And I don't want no throw back pussy, man fuck these pussy-
Ass niggas, I lay back and ash Swishers
My new shoes is ass-kickers, she drink cum like she had hiccups
Rest In Peace to my last victim
We be passing blunts, they be passing judgement
5 blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers
AK's with Chiquitas, you shell-shocked like Adidas
Whoever find your body, finders keepers, yeah
It's that pure Colombia
'Cause soon as the bitch tasted it her tongue was numb
It's loaded, so I just let her jump the gun
It's that Dedication 5 and another one, I love it!
Tunechi
[Bridge:]
Yeah, free Scooter, I'm outchea
Let's get it
[Verse 2:]
I done lost a couple hoes but I'm still a pimp
This change of face on my Rollie, shout out Lil Kim
Park my cars in front my house like I ain't got no garage
Just looking for a bitch to stay down like I'm throwing knives
Mac so paid we 'bout to start calling him MacIntosh,
I really beat that pussy up them niggas shadow box
These niggas sending threats, I'm a start sending hits
Bring me his head, so I can make sure it's him
It's lonely at the top, it's lonely at the top
I think I'm 'bout to jump, niggas phony as a prop
Ain't nothing on me but this chop, turn you, your homies into slop,
Put your brains all over the window, people passing window shop
Like ugh, this that pure Columbia
It's just us, fuck the rest we got insomnia
Most likely I done fucked that bitch that's laying under ya
She said she trying to see me, bitch that's Stevie Wonderful
You better, mind your business, hitman with a hit list
YMCMB, the world is ours, seconds minutes
I'm a movie motherfucker, camera man, are you getting this?
Burning blunts like bridges, turn up, missing
Ahhhhh
We out here with that clean work, these niggas selling remix we got clean work
Kill everybody ya'll gone need a limousine hearse
You see I'm armed like a fucking short sleeve shirt!
D5, what up five?
Yeah
I can't trust these niggas, throw some water on 'em,
They say "Go to Hell, " Okay I know the owner,
Strip clubs gettin old all the strippers hoein',
All these bitches think they dimes, watch me flip a coin,
Thank You Jesus, My dogs is off the leashes,
Had to leave my spanish bitch 'cause she was startin' to get suspicious,
Tell The Beef I mean business, suit and tie nigga
You and all your dogs can get euthanize nigga
Trigger happy nigga, I just can't stop smiling
Thank God I'm fly, I had to thank my pilot
You think you're calling shots, you got the wrong number
I love Benjamin Franklin more than his own mother
Throw that pussy, throw that pussy
And I don't want no throw back pussy, man fuck these pussy-
Ass niggas, I lay back and ash Swishers
My new shoes is ass-kickers, she drink cum like she had hiccups
Rest In Peace to my last victim
We be passing blunts, they be passing judgement
5 blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers
AK's with Chiquitas, you shell-shocked like Adidas
Whoever find your body, finders keepers, yeah
It's that pure Colombia
'Cause soon as the bitch tasted it her tongue was numb
It's loaded, so I just let her jump the gun
It's that Dedication 5 and another one, I love it!
Tunechi
[Bridge:]
Yeah, free Scooter, I'm outchea
Let's get it
[Verse 2:]
I done lost a couple hoes but I'm still a pimp
This change of face on my Rollie, shout out Lil Kim
Park my cars in front my house like I ain't got no garage
Just looking for a bitch to stay down like I'm throwing knives
Mac so paid we 'bout to start calling him MacIntosh,
I really beat that pussy up them niggas shadow box
These niggas sending threats, I'm a start sending hits
Bring me his head, so I can make sure it's him
It's lonely at the top, it's lonely at the top
I think I'm 'bout to jump, niggas phony as a prop
Ain't nothing on me but this chop, turn you, your homies into slop,
Put your brains all over the window, people passing window shop
Like ugh, this that pure Columbia
It's just us, fuck the rest we got insomnia
Most likely I done fucked that bitch that's laying under ya
She said she trying to see me, bitch that's Stevie Wonderful
You better, mind your business, hitman with a hit list
YMCMB, the world is ours, seconds minutes
I'm a movie motherfucker, camera man, are you getting this?
Burning blunts like bridges, turn up, missing
Ahhhhh
We out here with that clean work, these niggas selling remix we got clean work
Kill everybody ya'll gone need a limousine hearse
You see I'm armed like a fucking short sleeve shirt!
D5, what up five?
Yeah
Bugatti lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Boo)
Microphone check, I still don't hear my...
Oh yeah I do, yeah I do
Who the fuck is Stevie J?
[Hook 1: Lil Wayne]
Don't be lookin' for no donations
You get dick, then reservations
I get pussy then hibernation
I start humpin' soon as I wake up
I woke up in some new punani
He woke up bleedin' like "who shot me?"
I kept shootin'; Boo said "you got 'em".
Now, all we gotta do is get rid of the body.
But anyway I woke up in some new punani
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I was drunk as a bitch, drunk as a bitch
But not drunk as that bitch
I got in that shit acted donkey in it
Junk in her trunk, hope my trunk he can fit
Then she jumped on my dick like a monkey and shit
Monkey see monkey do, banana clips
Shoot at them niggas, no camera glitch
Wax that ass, no candle stick
And I run with some killers I eat with the mob
Got some shit built up I keep it inside
Red in my eyes, Mount Everest high
Look dead in my eyes, see death in my eyes
The TEK on my thigh and my aim so good
I could shoot a fly or a bull in the eye
Hold up, all bullshit aside
A nigga almost died but I'm outchea
Fuck around with a real nigga get murked
I been paid my dues will I get reimbursed?
Love it when she make faces
Pussy feel like vacation
Eat it like I'm dyin' of starvation
I'm at the finish line, her heart racin'
Give her the View, if she Caucasian
My niggas wild as Jumanji
You can call me an S.O.B
Cause its skateboards over bugattis
I used to be at them Heat games
With better seats than Pat Riley
Don't stop, pop that don't stop
Pop that Ollie, Tunechi
[Verse 2: Boo]
Sippin' on dumb, puffin' a J
Met her tonight, fuck her today
You tuck her away, I'm fuckin' her face
Wine head, she's guzzling grapes
Back shots, I'm holding her waist
Freaky, I always freak...
You know Tune my bro, but he ain't tryna meet ya
Just bring your friend, both of us'll eat her
Hater niggas be hungry
Got a hundred shots to feed 'em
Her panties are down, her legs is up
We finally fucked, she starved for months
Don't give a fuck, still I'll hit
Never no feelings, no love for these hoes
No flowers, we're simple, we fucked in the Rolls
No flowers, we're simple, we fucked in the Rolls
Royce - trick!
Now they mad, I told they was
Bitches'll be lying, I did the same
Far from a square, don't mistake me for lame
She's suckin' me off, I'm pokin' her brain
She tell me keep goin', I'm doin' my thing
That pussy so wet, I'm calling it rain
I'm giving her hundreds, she's keeping my change
I keep it a hundred, you do the same
Most women front, but who do you blame?
I gave you dick, you gave me pussy
It's safe to say it's an even exchange...
Bitch!
[Hook 2: Lil Wayne]
Don't be givin' out information
You know niggas still on probation
I get higher than expectations
You know this is the Dedication
I'm on that kush she on that molly
I turn that pussy to Dasani
Shout out my nigga Luca Brasi
I don't know this ho
So I must dash, no disguises
Tunechi, I had to Dedication 5 it
Oh yeah I do, yeah I do
Who the fuck is Stevie J?
[Hook 1: Lil Wayne]
Don't be lookin' for no donations
You get dick, then reservations
I get pussy then hibernation
I start humpin' soon as I wake up
I woke up in some new punani
He woke up bleedin' like "who shot me?"
I kept shootin'; Boo said "you got 'em".
Now, all we gotta do is get rid of the body.
But anyway I woke up in some new punani
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I was drunk as a bitch, drunk as a bitch
But not drunk as that bitch
I got in that shit acted donkey in it
Junk in her trunk, hope my trunk he can fit
Then she jumped on my dick like a monkey and shit
Monkey see monkey do, banana clips
Shoot at them niggas, no camera glitch
Wax that ass, no candle stick
And I run with some killers I eat with the mob
Got some shit built up I keep it inside
Red in my eyes, Mount Everest high
Look dead in my eyes, see death in my eyes
The TEK on my thigh and my aim so good
I could shoot a fly or a bull in the eye
Hold up, all bullshit aside
A nigga almost died but I'm outchea
Fuck around with a real nigga get murked
I been paid my dues will I get reimbursed?
Love it when she make faces
Pussy feel like vacation
Eat it like I'm dyin' of starvation
I'm at the finish line, her heart racin'
Give her the View, if she Caucasian
My niggas wild as Jumanji
You can call me an S.O.B
Cause its skateboards over bugattis
I used to be at them Heat games
With better seats than Pat Riley
Don't stop, pop that don't stop
Pop that Ollie, Tunechi
[Verse 2: Boo]
Sippin' on dumb, puffin' a J
Met her tonight, fuck her today
You tuck her away, I'm fuckin' her face
Wine head, she's guzzling grapes
Back shots, I'm holding her waist
Freaky, I always freak...
You know Tune my bro, but he ain't tryna meet ya
Just bring your friend, both of us'll eat her
Hater niggas be hungry
Got a hundred shots to feed 'em
Her panties are down, her legs is up
We finally fucked, she starved for months
Don't give a fuck, still I'll hit
Never no feelings, no love for these hoes
No flowers, we're simple, we fucked in the Rolls
No flowers, we're simple, we fucked in the Rolls
Royce - trick!
Now they mad, I told they was
Bitches'll be lying, I did the same
Far from a square, don't mistake me for lame
She's suckin' me off, I'm pokin' her brain
She tell me keep goin', I'm doin' my thing
That pussy so wet, I'm calling it rain
I'm giving her hundreds, she's keeping my change
I keep it a hundred, you do the same
Most women front, but who do you blame?
I gave you dick, you gave me pussy
It's safe to say it's an even exchange...
Bitch!
[Hook 2: Lil Wayne]
Don't be givin' out information
You know niggas still on probation
I get higher than expectations
You know this is the Dedication
I'm on that kush she on that molly
I turn that pussy to Dasani
Shout out my nigga Luca Brasi
I don't know this ho
So I must dash, no disguises
Tunechi, I had to Dedication 5 it
Still Got The Rock lyrics - Lil Wayne
Nigga I be hard on a ho cause a bitch ain't shit
And every ho I done fucked done sucked my dick
I had to pour out some drank for niggas I miss
I hope my weed ain't too loud to hear the snakes hiss
It's Dedication 5, medication high
I got to clean up after these niggas cause they be wasting time
And boy my hoes don't get in line because they stay in line
I'm shining on these hoes so hard they getting tan lines
It's Tunechi
I go hard, I put in work
Twin clocks, the gift and the curse
Dirty money, no footprints in dirt
We geeked up, the revenge of the nerds
I swear, play with these niggas that's that shit I don't do
As long as money talks, I got someone to talk to
Watch my dogs treat the beef like dog food
I got the power but a short fuse, let's go
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
You know snitches get stitches nigga needle and thread
You better walk it like you talk it or we cut off your legs
Pretty please don't kill my vibe, I ain't too proud to beg
Alright fucking right, shoot you up at the light
Straight take all yo possessions, call that shit poltergeist
And my homie he a sniper, we call him Wesley Snipes
I call my bitch Plain Jane cause she catch nut like a flight
I'm on a mission to get movie money, stick to the script
Your bitch leaking information, I just follow the drip
Soon as I get that coupe, I'mma go get the rims
Toss the keys to my homie, tell that nigga it's his
I feel like he-man when I'm in your ho
You tell that bitch give me my space like a telescope
In her throat like the cola, my system solar
I'm too young to die sober, your man a cobra
Watch that nigga, let's go
Boy my bitches got bitches badder than your bitches
But I can't trust none of them bitches though, like magicians
Straight blowing money fast, I'mma get a ticket
Soon as I get off paper I'mma smack a nigga
No broken mirrors, I can't see myself broke
Right back pocket flag redder than a velvet rope
Never say never, she might do her friend, you never know
Shorty make that dick stand up like it's telling jokes
I swear to god, I put in work
I'm on them shrooms, my goons on alert
I spit these bars, this a universe
You better duck, like Dooney and Bourke
I'm telling you, shot out Turk, it's Hot Boys, bitch the block is hot
If I ain't have the keys to success, I would have picked the lock
Diarrhea shit don't stop until my fucking casket drop
Still got that crack, maybe one day I'mma pass the rock
Tunechi
Dedication 5, what up five
And every ho I done fucked done sucked my dick
I had to pour out some drank for niggas I miss
I hope my weed ain't too loud to hear the snakes hiss
It's Dedication 5, medication high
I got to clean up after these niggas cause they be wasting time
And boy my hoes don't get in line because they stay in line
I'm shining on these hoes so hard they getting tan lines
It's Tunechi
I go hard, I put in work
Twin clocks, the gift and the curse
Dirty money, no footprints in dirt
We geeked up, the revenge of the nerds
I swear, play with these niggas that's that shit I don't do
As long as money talks, I got someone to talk to
Watch my dogs treat the beef like dog food
I got the power but a short fuse, let's go
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
You know snitches get stitches nigga needle and thread
You better walk it like you talk it or we cut off your legs
Pretty please don't kill my vibe, I ain't too proud to beg
Alright fucking right, shoot you up at the light
Straight take all yo possessions, call that shit poltergeist
And my homie he a sniper, we call him Wesley Snipes
I call my bitch Plain Jane cause she catch nut like a flight
I'm on a mission to get movie money, stick to the script
Your bitch leaking information, I just follow the drip
Soon as I get that coupe, I'mma go get the rims
Toss the keys to my homie, tell that nigga it's his
I feel like he-man when I'm in your ho
You tell that bitch give me my space like a telescope
In her throat like the cola, my system solar
I'm too young to die sober, your man a cobra
Watch that nigga, let's go
Boy my bitches got bitches badder than your bitches
But I can't trust none of them bitches though, like magicians
Straight blowing money fast, I'mma get a ticket
Soon as I get off paper I'mma smack a nigga
No broken mirrors, I can't see myself broke
Right back pocket flag redder than a velvet rope
Never say never, she might do her friend, you never know
Shorty make that dick stand up like it's telling jokes
I swear to god, I put in work
I'm on them shrooms, my goons on alert
I spit these bars, this a universe
You better duck, like Dooney and Bourke
I'm telling you, shot out Turk, it's Hot Boys, bitch the block is hot
If I ain't have the keys to success, I would have picked the lock
Diarrhea shit don't stop until my fucking casket drop
Still got that crack, maybe one day I'mma pass the rock
Tunechi
Dedication 5, what up five
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