Get Ya Gat lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Lucci Lou & Hoodybaby)

Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
To all you rich-ass niggas, all you rich-ass niggas
Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
I went from rich man, nigga, straight to henchman, nigga
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
Too all you rich-ass niggas, all you rich-ass niggas
Kickin' back, gettin' fat, gettin' tats

And to your fuckboy posse with their tough boy postures
It's an act, they ain't never got your back
Gettin' jacked, you ain't never gettin' it back
You gettin' wacked, you ain't never comin' back
And cut 'em slack, we ain't never done 'em that
No, we ain't never done 'em that
And we don't go tit for tat, we just blat
Now he's exposed, when we snap, picture that
He decomposed, he small like cat in the trap
Oh, I go psycho, I go rhino, I know his recital
My whole fuckin' bio, I'mm K-I-L-L-E-R no typo
I'm a dino, I'm the kind of nigga that don't give a flying fuck
About another clique but us
Who fly as us? We flyin' up
Who wanna fuck with us? Who signin' up?
Cause I know my clique tough as tusks on a hippopotamus
I know Ii'mma sip that stuff
I can't say that this is not a must
I must say this shit kinda tough
But fuck it, nigga, bottom's up, pause
I got some time to fuck so I'mma hit little mama up
And I got millions to blow and I got Milian to plush
I got millions of .44's and I got military guns
And these bitches 'bout to go pop, pop, pop, like January 1
Got some bitches on the floor and when I piss, they drink it up
I'mma shit on everyone and, that shit gon' feel like kingdom come
Told my bitch that she don't want that bitch, I’m still Miss Cita’s son
And I'm triple OG, my own girl own a gun

[Hook:]
Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
To all you rich-ass niggas, and you bitch-ass niggas
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
And tell your fuckboy posse, while you stuntin' we be mobbin'
Then we strapped with the gat in all black
So where you at, where you at, where you at?
Yeah, where they at, where they at, where they at?
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat

[Lucci Lou:]
Yeah, get the gat, get the gat, get the gat
When you a rich little nigga, plus some niggas plot to jack
Where they at, where they at, where they at?
Bitch tryna take mine, I'm sendin' bullets through ya back
I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G
Copped the coupe and the wheels, first day I hit the streets
I match the rags with the mags and the seats
And I be saucin' on these niggas so it all match my sneaks
Damn, you know how east niggas do shit
40 on my left, I'mma ride a new bitch
Yesterday hoe was trippin' so she gotta go
One thing about pimpin', man, motherfuck a hoe
Me and Hoody talkin' cocaine
For the slippers outta niggas who want whole thangs
Oh man, feel the trigger, make it go bang
So keep a gat and if they ask we don't know names

[Hook:]
Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
To all you rich-ass niggas, and you bitch-ass niggas
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
And tell your fuckboy posse, while you stuntin' we be mobbin'
Then we strapped with the gat in all black
So where you at, where you at, where you at?
Yeah, where they at, where they at, where they at?
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat

[HoodyBaby:]
All this white powder, screaming, "white power"
Young Money, bad boys, fat Mike Lowry
Wow, I might shoot up your Ferrari, nigga
Oh, tell your passenger I'm sorry, nigga
My young niggas screaming, "put me in the game, coach"
Chopper bullets rain, you gon' need a raincoat
My little homie, he got stripes like a bengal
I got a nephew named Killer, he an angel
Get money, stay real, that's the game plan
I got a bad bitch and all she do is gangbang
My college hoe on the low, she do the same thing
I got a stripper with a gat and a fat cat
Breakin' niggas off, all my homies call her Kit-Kat
Yeah, she let you hit that, bet she bring your shit back
Sleepin' with them hoes, get you tied up and kidnapped
Killers at your door, nigga, knock knock, click clack

Get ya get, get ya get, get ya get
And load it up, load it up, load it up
Where your fuckboy posse, where they at?
Niggas fuck, niggas fuck, niggas fuck
Yeah, shake that ass hoe, shake, shake
Shake that ass hoe, shake, shake
Shake that ass hoe, shake, shake
Shake that ass hoe, shake, shake
Shake-shka-shake-shka-shake shake that ass
Shake-shka-shake-shka-shake shake that ass
Say dicksuckin' hoe, nutsuckin' hoe
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin' but hoes
You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
You ain't got no job, know you wanna be a trick
But I'm a nigga with a rock hard bone
And I'm takin' one of these hoes home, yeah
But I'm a nigga with a rock hard bone
And I'm takin' one of these hoes home, yeah
No Ceilings

No Reason lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. King Los)

If young Freeway don't trust you, I'm gon' murk ya

I told my homie I'll be back, I got some hoes that tryna see me
I'll be double cupping, letting bitches double team me
Only fuck and smoke around a nigga like a genie
Lord, these hoes be schemin', just to get some Neimans
Just to get some Niemans, so I be playing defense
Nowadays these hoes want you to fuck 'em and feed them
Now we at the drive thru, I'm forever Piru
I'm forever connected like AOL and Yahoo, okay
I just be fightin' my demons
I just be righteous or even
I don't be Skypin' or streamin'
I just be high for no reason
I just be Tunechi or Weezy
I just eat cuchi, I'm greedy
Give me the Uzi, I'll squeeze it
Last night was a movie, I seen it
And I just be high for no reason
I just be high for no reason
And I just be high for four seasons
'Round here you can die for no reason
These bitches on diets and vegans
She getting it tight for next season
And me, I'm just high for no reason
And you, you could die for no reason

[King Los:]
I know some niggas pull triggas
That don't value life but put prices on people
My homie name Vic
Because he a stealer but used to be nice with them eagles
I know it's see through for that Niemans
And she move that cuchi for profit
That pussy a Uzi she pop it
I'm in this bitch with Lil Tunechi, what's poppin'?
You could die on my block, nigga, that shit is trill
That clip open up, you get fucked, call it Netflix and chill
You see what this girl do that, that chump might just panic
A crew full of sea men and sunk the Titanic
She suck and fuck or die
Fuck you fuckers, suckers, knuckle up a riot
Homie like Donkey Kong, bundle up them pies
Whipping out them barrels, pistol out of pearl
My bitch so perfect, I nut in that pussy, she piss it out in pearls
No sheets on my bed, just a lot of girls
And I just be fly for no reason
Yeah I just be fly for no reason
They kill my pop at sixteen
Sometimes a nigga just cry for no reason
I used to steal out of Niemans
Now I'm so rich this shit feel like I'm dreamin'
Gotta hit mute on the phone when I talk to you
‘Cause I still got your bitch screamin'
She play with that pussy
FaceTime a nigga with Jodeci on ‘cause she fiendin'
That pussy get killed for no reason
You pussies can die for no reason

You pussies can die for no reason
I just get high for no reason
The world be tryna get over
I just get high to get even, yeah
Yellin', that shit was ill, that shit was trill
Had to tell my bitch stop stealing and stashing my pills
That bitch a addict for real
That bitch a addict for real
That bitch is nasty for real, she naked in heels
Fuck Tom, Dick, and Harry and Bill
[?] Sarah and Jill, I carry the steel
In anyone area still
‘Cause shit could get scary for real, I'm aware and I'm skilled
I had to bury some mills somewhere in a field
Please don't ask me where my lips sealed
Very concealed, I got whatever you feel
Like I blow like Derek for real
I got that white like Jaleel
I'm 'bout that life and that's real
I'm 'bout that life and that's real
I say that twice ‘cause that's real
Sometimes it's like I just feel like ain't nothing easy
I'ma get high for that reason
And you could still die for no reason, die for no reason
I just be fightin' my demons
I just be lightin' my cheeba
I just be Tunechi or Weezy
I'm so excited to be him
We kill you on sight just for breathin'
'Round here you can die for your Visa
'Round here you can die for a pizza
'Round here we don't die for no divas
And I just be high for no reason
I just be high for no reason
They kill my pop at fourteen
Sometimes a nigga just cry for no reason
'Round here you can die with your homie
'Round here you can die by your lonely
We come on your side for no reason
Shoot it up and then smile when we leavin'

You could still die for no reason
I be getting high no reason
The world it be tryna get over
I be getting high to get even
I ain't got no ceilings
I ain't got no feelings
And you all in your feelings
I'm like, "Fuck your feelings"
You know I ain't got no ceilings

Plastic Bag lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jae Millz)

Yeah, uh-huh, No Ceilings 2

Yeah, get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
You flashed all night nigga, you deserve it
Get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag

Go ahead, take a nigga cash
You flashed all night nigga, you deserve it
Get a bitch with ass
Drop her off at the nigga pad
Now she goin' through the nigga's stash
You slept all night nigga, you deserve it
Get a Jason mask
Run up in this shit and scare his ass
Where the drugs nigga? Where the cash?
His whole face sand white, we pistol whip it purple
Yeah, pistol whip it purple
Two words, on sight
Yeah, two words, on sight
Yeah, two words, on sight
It's gon' be a murder
Every time you see me, you know Mag be there
You know Hood be there, you know T be there
Family affair, don't you even dare
No, I double dare you to leave your chair
I'm gon' leave you there, I don't even care
And I'm killin' shit, white sheet affair
Gun on my shoulder like Tinker Bell
Take a nigga's shit, sell a nigga's shit
Make some extra money for the holidays
Merry Christmas nigga, I got gifts for niggas
In the back of my big body sleigh
I got pussy set up any time of day
Get you pussies set up any time of day
And your comrades better be about that
Combat like Johnny Cage
Oh you stuntin'? I don't like that shit nigga
I don't like that shit, nigga
I don't like that bitch nigga
And that bitch he with give me mixed signals
Oh yea, there's a lot of bitch niggas
I'm goin' down a list nigga
We stole a lot of base, yeah-yeah
We got a lot of hits, nigga
Alright, we don't fuck with switch hittas
Throw 'em in a river, let the fish get 'em
I'm comin' with the street sweeper
Like a motherfuckin' witch nigga
Like, what nigga, which nigga
Like, a young nigga, rich nigga
Like cremate a coffin
A motherfuckin' bitch nigga, ugh

[Jae Millz:]
You left a trace, now my niggas all up in your place
Now it ain't no money in the safe
Got to do a nigga like Ace
Yeah, go ahead get a plastic bag
Keep your fake jewelry, I need all the cash
Like you shaved your face, go up in your stash
I get stomach aches, throw up in the lab
Got a plastic bag, fuck navigation
Nigga, we a sack
No Ceilings Dos, this is that
Yeah, I hear 'em talkin' this and that
I'm still in the mall, buyin' this and that
And my bitch stay with a different bag
Yeah, I'm in my zone in a different bag
They'll find your body parts in different bags
Hold up
Before rap they was check the check
We was pack the pack
And my girl was blonde now she back to black
We in the Benz bumpin Back To Back
Smokin' loud, poppin' pills, back to back
And I'mma fuck her from the back like the bad
She hit the bathroom then pass a rag
And to the money, yeah I'm back to that
Yeah, Young Money over everything
And I mean everything, that's on everything
Niggas get caught and tell everything
With the Weeknd vocals, I'll never sing
Yeah, two words, on sight nigga
I push the button, green light nigga
To the upper room, here's your flight nigga
Even if it's morning, good night, nigga
Blaow

Get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Go 'head take the nigga's stash
And the money danced all night nigga, you deserved it
Get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Nigga, you dabbed all night nigga, stop twerkin'
Aww yeah, aww yeah
You put on a show all night, now it's curtains, yeah
Yeah, two words, on sight
Yeah, two words, on sight
Nigga, it's a murder, aw yeah
Every time you see me I know Millz gone be there
I know Stevie gone be there
Family affair
Aw, yeah
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Nigga, you danced all night nigga, you deserved it
Nigga, you deserved it
Police gon' be searchin'
We gon' be in your shit splurgin'
Aw yeah, aw yeah
We in your shit splurgin'
We in your shit splurgin'
We watched you all night nigga, you deserved it

Hotline Bling lyrics - Lil Wayne

I used to
I used to
Used to

I used to call you from the jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
I used to call her from a jail phone
Every day like she's my plug
I used to call you from the jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
Call her from the jail phone
Every day like she's my plug
And she know when that hotline bling, yeah
To look down at her diamond ring, yeah
I said she know when that hotline bling, yeah
It's time to drop everything

But ever since you got them titties you
Talkin' 'bout you thinkin' 'bout some ass shots
Taking all these snapshots, different backdrops
Dancing, posting pics after you cash out
Ever since you got them titties you
Been ignoring my calls and my iMessage
Saying you feel like one of my side bitches
So I pop a molly and I cry with you

I used to call you from a jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
Would call you from a jail phone, hey
Every day like she's my plug
I used to call you from the jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
Call her from a jail phone
Every day like she's my plug
And she know when that hotline bling, huh
Just look at that diamond ring, yeah
She know when that hotline bling, yeah
It's time to drop everything

But ever since I left the prison you do you
You never ever try to lock me down
Remember when you used to always hold me down
You used to promise me that you'd be holding out
You used to send me naked pictures too-ooh-ooh-ooh
Now you saying you gettin' older now
Young nigga like me used to show you out
You hangin' in circles you wouldn't go around
Sneaky hoes record me on their cell phone, damn
So everyone can see my love
I used to be your ringtone
I had you listen as the screen lights up

Every time that hotline bling
You just need some time to think, yeah
Don't care what your friends think
Them bitches want that diamond ring
But ever since you met them bitches
You're a new you, you're a new you
Forgot to tell you I fucked them bitches before I knew you
I guess they forgot too

You shouldn't call me from your girl's phone
Cause she ain't gonna delete my number
Press me when she know that you're gone
That bitch is gonna hit me right up
And do I still have my own private ring?
Oh, now you keep your shit on silent ring
Damn, why you think I let you keep your diamond ring?
To remind you of when I was king

I used to call you from the jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
Used to call her from a jail phone
Phone sex 'til it beeps, time’s up
Girl, talkin' 'bout you thinkin' 'bout some ass shots
Taking beaucoup snapshots, different backdrops
I still fuck that pussy 'til you blackout
Take your tap out, no ceilings

Crystal Ball lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Steph)

I know 'round the world I be gettin' to the money
She crazy for the dick and I'm addicted to the money
It's a dirty world and my cup too, it's so muddy
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
My lighter talkin' crazy, I done listened to the money
She crazy bout this dick and I'm addicted to the money
I gotta watch that bitch, she must be in it for the money
Long story short, I'mma pimp before a dummy

I done got high expectations from the six packs and my money
If I don't get my check, I'm gonna be chin-checkin' for nothin'
If I don't get my check, I'm gonna be chin-checkin' in public
Long story short, I'm just gettin' to the money
Long story short, I'mma keep it short and sweet
I get to the money, I don't let it get to me
All my niggas ballin', it's the way this shit should be
I pull up on my darlin' and I let her dick and leave
She'll thank you for comin'
I'll put that dick in her stomach
You put that cash on the dresser for her
You take the bitch out to restaurants
You took the bitch out the reservoir
And took the bitch straight to the fuckin' mall
I get higher than cholesterol
I see money in my crystal ball

[Hook:]
I see money in my crystal ball
Only answer when my niggas call
Hello, what up nigga
Ringtone 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls
Countin' money, listenin' to 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls
Got stuff walkin' round in the house
And I'm a dog and I'm in my drawers
I mean can I ball
I don't mean no home
I don't need no home
But niggas got their hands out and I don't read no palms

I know these niggas is pussy
I know these niggas is pussy
I know these niggas is lookin'
I know these niggas is payin' attention
I know these bitches got bad intentions
But I just want my money
I just want my money
Got 'em
I'm startin' to feel like wavin' shotties
Started from the bottom, nigga

[Stephanie Acevedo:]
Tryna break me off, you better break me off some money
Talkin' bout you love me? Better show me with the money
Show up at my door? Better show up with the money
Take me somewhere nice? It better be private and sunny
I got what you want, you got what I need
I just take the check and let you take the lead
I might take some shots, I might hit the weed
Put a dollar sign at the beginning of Stephanie
Mula

[Hook:]
I see money in my crystal ball
I'm bout to bust open this crystal ball
What up nigga?
Ringtone 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls
Countin' money, listenin' to 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls
Got stuff walkin' round in the house
And I'm a dog and I'm in my drawers
I mean can I ball
I don't mean no home
I don't need no home
But niggas got their hands out and I don't read no palms

[Stephanie Acevedo:]
Spendin' spaniel, wasted cause my nigga hustle for me
I'm outchea with my girls and we turnin' up for nothin'
So close with all my brothers and so far away from ugly
Racin' in my new car, I see new friends actin' funny
Spendin' spaniel, wasted cause my nigga hustle for me
Break my heart? I break the bank boy, I'm Young Money
All these niggas round me are my brothers, are my brothers
They'll kill anybody if they fuck with me, I love 'em
They'll kill anybody if they fuck with me, I love 'em
All these niggas round me are my brothers
Break my heart? I break the bank boy, I'm Young Money

Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
I be gettin' to the money

Diamonds Dancing lyrics - Lil Wayne

Smoking on strong, money long, we don't reason
Probably with my niggas, but my bitch Polynesian
Met this bad little broad, she was curvy
Sipped out in the middle of the day I started early
Balling in the middle of the trap, we ain't worried
Middle finger up to the judge and I'm smirking
Bring your squad cause you know my gang with me
Drop the top on the car, let the tints breathe
Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds snatching
Michael Myers, Norman Bates, Charles Manson
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas cashing
We fight time and time and time and time and time and time
Again

[Hook:]
I told my plug "You know what I need
From you when I get on
Yeah, uh
Two bricks, a triple beam and a phone
So I can make a storm like I usually do"

Banging with my friends, nigga that's Soo-woo
Calicoe spit like a Uzi do
You'll be so hard to identify when you're
Hit up from your arms to your corns and still bleeding
All my niggas children of the corn like Stephen
King - I met this broad she was curvy
Bitch started twerking when them whips start urr-ing
Getting money since 'Got Money'
And if you real you could vouch for me
I still need my Block Is Hot money
I ain't fucking with these pussies like they got something
Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping

[Hook:]
I told my plug "You know what I need
From you when I get on
Yeah
Two bricks, a triple beam and a phone
So I can make a storm like I usually do"

Bad bitch on my arm that's my new lil boo
Pussy be so warm and it's Juicy Fruit
Trampoline on this dick, I got her twat jumping
Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping
Vaseline on a brick in case the cops coming
Trafficking with the work in her bra for me
Wearing lingerie and heels round the house for me
Wearing lingerie and heels round the house for me
All these bitches try'na chill then thaw out for me
Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping
Got the block

We sipping that dirty
We sipping that dirty
We sipping that dirty
We sipping that dirty, you know
Yeah
This Gat pointed at your nose, nigga
That vest can’t save your soul, no
We sipping that dirty, yeah
We doing them dirty
Haven't even heard from you
You left the kids by they self
They haven't even heard from you
We put your wig on the shelf
We unstable, yeah
We unstable, yeah
Your mama be afraid of us
They haven't even heard from you, now they gotta search for you
We unstable, yeah
It ain't looking too good for you, too good for you
You're ungrateful, yeah
That's why I switched label, yeah
I gotta live for myself, yeah
I gotta give to myself, yeah
Look at all the shit I gave you, yeah
Look what I did for myself
I never hid from myself
I ain't got no ceilings, yeah
I ain't got no feelings for them niggas, no
I don't want no dealings with them niggas, no
Ungrateful

No Days Off lyrics - Lil Wayne

Face ass

Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam, yeah
Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my, yeah
Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam
Doin' all this dirt and never plantin' seeds
Fuckin' all these hoes and never wifin' one
Fuckin' all these hoes I bet your wife is one
Fuckin' all these hoes and wifin' all of 'em
They say Tunechi hit the coke and I say aw, fuck it
Then I pull the molly out and look what I got
Then she stick her tongue out like some high tops
Then she stick her tongue out like some high tops
Eyes blush all red like she saw a crop
Flag blush all red, when we mob out
Shoot you right up in your head between your eye brows
And then my young niggas break in your trap house
Trigger finger ichin' like it's in an ant pile
I'm just sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam
Standin' and speakin' could be so challenging
Got these niggas in save mode
They know I'm in ape mode
They don't come up to my cage close
Whats the code to that safe though?
Get the chips and dip like queso
Body niggas then lay low
Don't come out til that case closed
Snortin' lines til her face froze
Sittin' on top of yayo
Sittin' on bread like mayo
Like butter on top of beagle
Like tomatoes or egg yo
Hustle like I'm dead broke
Bullshit got my head hurt
Tec-9 in my pants leg
I'm limpin' harder than Fred Durst
I just wanna tie you to the bed and give you head girl
I don't have a problem leaving gun over your head girl
I'mma make it storm on your head girl
Goin' hard, gettin' laid all day
Been goin' hard all day
Pussy nigga would fuck with me
Then I Blow the candles out on my cake
I blow your head off, no call or no stray
No barkin' dogs or stray
I just ordered all the D'usse
Blow a hundred G's without panicking
My homie trafficking, he just savaging
I'm really playin' with money, you just tampering
You playin' with your life, why you gambling?
I'm fuckin' on your wife while you scrambling
I say who this pussy for, she say your majesty
I pull out a bag of white and she hit that and sneeze
She gone cut that nigga off, he an amputee
Now she really bout that life
She the one for me
And every time we see the lights
She hold that gun for me
And every time a package come she sample some for me
She ain't no actress but I got her actin' up for me
And all my niggas in cake mode
All my niggas in Tec mode
Red beam on your face, you look like Rudolph with the red nose
Tunechi rockin' red gold
Slit my wrists and I bled gold
Quick to finnessee a bitch
My gift of gab came with a red bow
When I
Just wanna tie you to the bed and give you head girl
And I, I know I'm probably going over your head girl
And fuck your nigga
He ain't doin' shit, I done said worse
Dirty south, that red dirt
Drop down with that work boy
You ain't leavin' here til I weigh it first
Time to make your burst
Oh, lil mama with the head work
She suck my dick till my leg thirst
She swallow that shit, damn burp
Swallow that shit, damn burp
I fucked her best friend first
Her boyfriend be gettin' on her last nerve
Pussy ass nigga need a pap smear
Pussy ass nigga need a pap smear
All my niggas need cash first
Fresh pair of Vans and a plaid shirt
Skateboard, snowboard, and surf
Ridin' on my wave all day
Squad boys all day
Wish a nigga would fuck with us
We'll put a smile off of his face
And play it all day
Jose chop you up
Put your body parts in the freezer, we got supper for months
Yeah, and I'm just fuckin' all these hoes and never wifin' one
I'm just Fuckin' all these hoes I bet your wife is one
Tell your ho, I said last night was fun

The Hills lyrics - Lil Wayne

Your man on the low talkin' to po-po
I just poured a 4, I'm moving slow-mo
You just tryna get me out my Polo
The sex look even better on the Go-Pro
I already know you go commando
You ridin' me, the Magnum is your saddle
Find out I was cummin' and you swallow
And let me stick my thumb up in your asshole

We still get them chickens for the low low
Pistols got us slippin' like we old folks
I know all my bitches is some homos
All my young niggas got them old souls
We some young niggas with some old money
You that one nigga, let me hold somethin'
And we got that white girl if your nose runnin'
In the middle of the summer sellin' snow bunnies

I already know you go commando
Me and all my goons up in the bando
I just popped two pills before I saw you
You gon' have to drive my fuckin' Lambo
Xannies always send me off to dreamland
Head startin' to feelin' like a bean bag
I'm goin' through some bullshit at the moment
But all them mothafuckas know I'll be back

Pray so much a nigga need some kneepads
Sip so much a nigga need to relax
How the fuck they expect me to relax?
I got crocodile tears under this ski mask
I get so lit, I done forgot what I came to forget
I am a dog, not ashamed to admit
I'm finna pop me a pain pill and sip
I'm finna eat me a mushroom and trip
I'm finna pop with the AK and dip
I am just not from the Nae Nae and Whip
I'm finna pop me a pain pill and sip

And the pills have eyes, the pills have eyes
And they peek-a-boo at us
They seein' through, through us
It's like pills have eyes, the pills have lives
And they livin' through, through us
Livin' through

I was poured up and poppin' Xans last night
I just pulled up to blow some bands, fast life
I'm so fucked up and now you fuck with me
When you feel me
When I'm cuffed up, that's the real me
When I'm cuffed up, that's the real me, yeah
She wasn't fuckin' with your ass last night
I was all up in that bitch ass last night
I did my thing and now she fuck with me
And she feel me
When I'm turnt up, that's the real me
When I'm turnt up, that's the real me, yeah

Me and all my goons in the bando
Listenin' to some old school Jay and Jaz-O
Just got new cocaine before I saw you
You gon' have to take a fuckin' sample
Listenin' to some old school Jay and Jaz-O
And we still get the cocaine from Fernando
Prescriptions got me feelin' beaucoup shallow
I ain't got no ceilings in my castle
No Ceilings!

"Free Weezy Album" (2015)

• Glory lyrics - Lil Wayne
• He's Dead lyrics - Lil Wayne
• I Feel Good lyrics - Lil Wayne
• My Heart Races On lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jake Troth)
• London Roads lyrics - Lil Wayne
• I'm That Nigga lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. HoodyBaby)
• Psycho lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Leah Hayes)
• Murda lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Cory Gunz, Capo & Junior Reid)
• Thinking Bout You lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Without You lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Bibi Bourelly)
• Post Bail Ballin' lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Pull Up lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Euro)
• Living Right lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Wiz Khalifa)
• White Girl lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jeezy)
• Pick Up Your Heart lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Street Chains lyrics - Lil Wayne

Glory lyrics - Lil Wayne

Woo, this that shit they didn’t want me on
I’m ‘bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
The garbage man puttin' on cologne around my room
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory

I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
I'm not accuser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long
I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
But all this fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?

Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
Lord, oh, Lord

Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory

Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless
My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em

He's Dead lyrics - Lil Wayne

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

I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that
I never see your crazy face (Mula)
Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name

He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead

Dead man walkin', through a dead plant garden
Red ants army, Caveman Spartan
Die, come back to life, shaved and corporate
I paved and carved it, made man forfeit
Laid and chalked him, I slaved then bossed it
I don't need flowers around my grave, I need maids and doormen
We not one and the same;
Casper the Friendly, Tunechi Cobain
Ask how I'm livin', I can't complain
Like, it's hot in hell, but it never rain
Shit never sweet, him never changed
I will always be the MF'er Wayne
I been lost conscious, I never regain
Bitches wanna sleep with my remains, lord

Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie
I just double parked the hearse by a fire hydrant
They throw flowers on my body, allergic to pollen
Rest in peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten, no

I never see your crazy face (You don't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You don't see me, nigga, no)
I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You can't see me, nigga, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (You can't see me, nigga, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (I'm the muthafuckin' ghost)

He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead

Dead man walkin', the weed I'm sparkin'
Stank like corpses, got a young nigga coughin'
I was larger than life, should've got a bigger coffin
Bad bitches in my coffin, suck dick 'til they cough
How long will they mourn me?, I had a Rolls Royce Ghost
Now I'm feelin like that motherfucka comin' back to haunt me
We are not one and the same;
I fumble my brain, I'm nothin' but strange
I punctured my veins, I'm loving the pain
I'm ugly and vain, now go get that shovel and dump it on Wayne
Throw dirt on my name, picture on a shirt instead of a frame
I'm dead as a doorknob and I got it locked
So fuck every key on your key chain, boy

Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie
I don't know if I'm comin' or going, Lord, I'm undecided
Throw flowers on my body, you allergic to pollen
Rest in peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten, no

I never see your crazy face (Ohhh)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You don't see me, nigga, no)
I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You can't see me, nigga, no, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (You can't see me, nigga, no, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (I'm the muthafuckin' ghost)
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that

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

I Feel Good lyrics - Lil Wayne

Tunechi, baby

Lord I think I'm ballin' too hard
And my girlfriend think she too much, all she do is get pretty
I get shit faced, don't we make a cute couple?
To a broke heart we look like 2 bucks
I gotta posse full of hittas and a pocket full of In God We Trust
It's been so long since I said "It cost too much"
I'm so addicted to the fast money lifestyle and withdrawal sucks
And dead presidents act immortal, but I know you see money's not a problem
Bald like a butch bitch
Let's go on a shopping spree, take that shit to Goodwill
Money in the shoebox, what's up with all these shoeboxes?
Baby I'm my own boss, "Dwayne you gon' get you fired"

But I feel Good, I knew that I would, yeah, I feel Good
I'm smoking that good, I feel good my girl got that good, yeah
Girl your pussy so good
And these hoes is no good
But I got you, yeah
Girl your pussy so good
And these hoes is no good
But I got you, yeah

(Tunechi, baby, yeah)
They say "Boy put some money aside," "Don't tell me what to do with mine"
All my kids already rich and they kids, and they kids
They think money grow on trees and as tall as they grew I climbed
Knock knock "Who's There?" Ha
I told the bitch it's just money the road can get a lil bumpy
So on the low I got that blow and ya know it's gon' feel like a trumpet
I'm going home to my lil mama, she call me Big Poppa, she get hard dick and McDonalds
Cause she so tired of them Whoppers
I fucked her good so proper, she say my name in opera
I turn into a piranha and eat it like tilapia
She know I'm going through a lot so she say my name in Gospel
No weapon formed against Weezy shall prosper and

And I feel good, yeah I knew that I would, yeah and I'm still hood yeah
Shoutout to my hood, I was sick of stunnin' but I feel cured
Leave yo ass in the woods, yeah and these hoes is no good, no good but I got a few, yeah
These hoes is no good, these hoes is no good but fuck it I got you, fuck 'em I got you

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

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

[Jake Troth:]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us
Love only lasts if my heart races on
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster
‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
I'm racing on it, on
I'm racing on, if my heart races on

[Lil Wayne:]
Uh, I'm priceless, remember me like they remember the Titans
Reality bit me and continue to bite me
Got no degree but where I'm from, that’s the original climate
Where you can’t tell a fiend a crack rock isn’t a diamond
Hold on, Lord if my Bugatti come to a dead end
I've already been everywhere except heaven
And tomorrow’s not promised, when I'm gone but not forgotten
I hope my homies calming down my momma, Lord
I guess I'll see you on that other side
Where the flowers never die, the angels never lie
Yeah, the revolution will be televised
I just hope my contribution will be memorized
Oh, momma hate I got my daddy’s eyes
Never looked into my daddy’s eyes, he ain't have the time
Fuck him, the revolution will be televised
I just hope my contribution will be memorized

[Jake Troth (Lil Wayne):]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us (Hold on)
Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on)
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on)
‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
I'm racing on if (I'm gone), on (I'm gone)
I'm racing on, if (I'm gone), my heart races on

[Lil Wayne:]
Uh, Tunechi you an angel
Must be here for a reason, and that might be the main one
Fuck it, I'm making money before making changes
I sold my soul to the devil, he bought it then exchanged it
Fuck it, I'm working bitch, I know you see me working
Searching for better days, before a better person
I'm perfect, just ask my bitch and she’ll say that’s so urgent
I purchased, my children gifts and I just keep the curses
Yeah, my heart right and my head ain't, cause I'm never in my right mind
But I'm Einstein when I do think, and I grew wings
If you catch a feather just keep it, and I’ll be racing on
No short cuts, no cheating

[Jake Troth (Lil Wayne):]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us (Hold on)
Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on)
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on)
‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
(My heart right and my head ain't)
I'm racing on if (I'm gone), on, (I'm gone)
I'm racing on, if (I'm gone)
My (There’s nothing left but to fly, if you catch a feather just keep it) heart races on

[Lil Wayne:]
This morning I woke up on my good side
Life is just a race against time so have a good time
Heart racing, thoughts racing, competition, goodbye
I turn around, run backwards to see what second place look like
Oh Lord, what are we running from?
The police cause they already killed enough of us
Stay out them streets cause they don’t fuck with us, they hunting us
We in a race against racists, that’s a color run
I keep my feet above the ground, we gon' run the town
Heart racing on, beat, beat, beating, knock and pound
Love marathon, getting deeper by the mile
I see no finish line, on your mark, set, pow

London Roads lyrics - Lil Wayne

(Weed and syrup, yeah)
All I know is paper, I don't know these hoes
I like mouth in my lap, and pussy on my nose
And I'm bringin' home the bacon, it's fryin' on the stove
You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road
Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine
And I swear everyday I'm on my Ariana grind
Erase I got that yay, I got that ladidadida
And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan
Lord I'm a free man like I come from Amistad
Know I come from Hollygrove, turnin' o's to octagons
I get money while I'm sleep, I dream that I'm in heaven
I dreamed I saw Lil Beezy, and smoked a gar with Wessy
All my niggas rest in peace, and my enemies rest pleasant
So when my niggas creep they catch 'em when they least expect 'em
Momma told me if you run these streets, run these streets correctly
Well feet don't fail me now I never knew my feet to test me
Lord knows, I wear new clothes to the mall
Two hoes on my arm, fur boots when it's warm
Church shoes to play ball
We spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog
Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't hear me
All I love is paper, I don't love these hoes
Boy that vest won't save you, neither will heroes
Lord he better hope you save him, better catch the holy ghost
Holy moly hockey mask like Halloween like OVO
Lord all I know is strippers, all they know is poles
All they sell is pussy, cause they been sold their soul
Boy you go 0 to 60, I go 1 and 2 zero's
Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold
Lord all I know is paper, big fat money rolls
Look at how big my safe is, that bitch got double doors
I was runnin' outta patience, 'til I heard "All aboard"
They mad cause I be skatin' at home on marble floors
Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway
I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake
God damn, a pint of lean almost 5k
I be spendin' 25k every 5 days
I sent my girl on a spa day cause Hood just came with them chickens
I don't want you in the house bae
Plus we need the kitchen, Lord, trap house in abundance
We got trap houses in London, y'all don't hear me
Hol' up, had to switch the flow up, had to pour up, roll some more up
Watch me go up, my doors go up, when I show up, why you show up?
Pick my bro up, pick a O up, hit the store up, get a soda
Get us 4 cups, split a 4 up, then we slow up, yeah you know us
Then we toast cups and we post up, don't approach us, we got toasters
That's my slime like we ghost bust and we both bust, give no fucks
Take no stuff and take your stuff, then ho hunt for some choca
I know a ho who'll rock the boat, but I row her, I'm Noah Lord
I remember when I was no one Lord
When I couldn't find jack in no ones cards
Ms. Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer
Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimetres oh Lord
I remember dyin' on her room floor
And wakin' up in some police's arms
He died recent, so I hope heaven made more room for him
And I hope he see me, cause if he didn't save that lil boy there would be no Weezy oh Lord

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

I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl fuck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, you love to hate

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

Cause I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
Fuck these niggas, on second thought baby don't fuck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, you love to hate

[HoodyBaby:]
Gon' berserk, I been whippin' the work
Grimy as fuck, I sell a brick in the church
Now baby pass me my Hammer, go bail my bro out the slammer
Soon as I pour up this Fanta, I'm kickin' ass in Atlanta
I'm in L.A. with some women, I'm in Miami with hoes
Go overseas with my woes, merci beaucoup I suppose
My ho on the globe, I'm pourin' the 4
They got coke on the table, they got dope on the floor
You're really reading me wrong, phone roamin' in Rome
It's like I set it in stone, we blowin' blunts of the strong
My safe like steak, I'm tryin' to filet mignon
What's left to say, I say we kill 'em and gone

I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
Fuck these niggas, on second thought baby don't fuck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate, you love to hate

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

I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl fuck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, you love to hate

Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga
Because I'm the nigga, the nigga
Because I'm the nigga, girl fuck these, girl fuck these niggas
On second thought baby don't fuck these niggas
Pullin' triggers, my home up diggers, don't try me nigga
Pullin' triggers, my come up figures, don't try me nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga that nigga, I'm not them niggas
I'm that nigga, that nigga that nigga, I'm the nigga, yeah

Psycho lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Leah Hayes)

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

I never knew the girl would have me out here trippin'
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'
I thought I was whippin' till that pussy whipped me
I fell asleep in it like Whitney
I go hard for my baby, psycho ward for my baby
Swipe that card for my baby, body guard for my baby
Bobby Brown for my baby, lock it down for my baby
I knock that pussy out then I growl for my baby
Even psycho's need love too, I save all her text messages
I smell her panties while she in the bathroom
And taste whatever she left in them
I take pictures of her when she not lookin'
Study 'em microscopically
Marry me and then bury me and then bury her on top of me

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

Girl I'm so crazy for you, I left my old lady for ya
Now she done went crazy, you know she be hatin' on ya
Say she gon' be waitin' for me, but she gon' be waitin'
'Cause she know I'm crazy 'bout you
You got me all psychotic, girl I'm your patient
I'm just tryna kick it with ya, but I don't even know karate
But I know crazy
Crazy bout her attitude, crazy bout her shampoo
Jealous of her shadow dude, I'm crazy
Crazy bout her vaginal and every other avenue
Jump without a parachute, I'm crazy
Shoulda said I never do, if she says pleasure boo
Then it's my pleasure boo, you ain't gotta never move
Lookin' all edible, and I'm ready when you're ready to
You already knew
Girl you already know I ain't never lettin' go
I ain't never lettin' go
Addicted to your love a motherfucker need a Betty Ford
Your gon' have to cut me off with a sword
And if you ever leave me I ain't leavin' nothin' but a note
While I'm hangin' from the second floor
And when you don't come home then its vroom vroom vroom
Nigga ridin' round checkin' doors, oh lord

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

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

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

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

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

[Lil Wayne:]
Real niggas say soo woo and such and such kill such and such
The street talking, bullshit walks on crutches but it's strut to strut
Niggas panic button pressing the end is coming
Count your blessings
We living in the day and time where the ten commandments are now suggestions
How depressing, how invested click clack, pow intestines
Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies
I found the crevice
AK bullets move mountains
Break them bitches down to pebbles
That tough talk is like music to my ears so keep it a capella
Based on a true story we not worry you too worried
I faced my fears and told them motherfuckers y'all too gorgeous
Dread head from New Orleans
Where the youth dem got two choices
Shoot or get shot or a nigga choose for you
We murdered them

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

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

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

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

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

Thinking Bout You lyrics - Lil Wayne

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

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

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

It go U N L V
It go, it go U N L V
It go U N L V, U N LV
Uptown nigga living violent do I smell beef
I was chilling on a corner bout to get fucked up
My nigga T got a 40 and he brought two cups
That nigga Mack was chilling po was home talking on a phone
Lord it's been such a good year we need some Armor All
That nigga Hood he on a set he got his hoodie on
Euro's the future, fuck your future, like I'm reading palms
Wayne Chong chinky eyes like I'm from Vietnam
Got my bitch with chinky eyes like that bitch Nia Long
Lord I know I do my thing can’t let my thing do me
Lord I know I ain’t a saint still rep that fleur-de-lis
Lord just keep Lil Reginae away from birds and bees
Let her be strong as the woman that gave birth to me
Fuck your degree this murder in the first degree
I got that tech under my arm like right guard, sure, degree
Lord sometimes I just be so gone I be like earth to me
I burn some weed, I burp some lean, I serve a fiend while I was

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

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

Tell 'em

[Bibi Bourelly:]
I done spend so many of my days without you
I done lost all my love and found no way without you
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you
Without you

Uh
How you doing? Me, I'm a mess
I feel powerless, hands around this bottleneck
Oh you got a new one, I'm not impressed
And if he trying to flex you can give him my address yeah
I be trying to rest but lord the devil busy
And when I do I dream of you and then the Devil pinch me
Do you ever miss me?
Do you ever wish we get it right and the rest is history?
I wish I could go back in time and fix my lack of time
Because back then I had to grind but see you thought I’d rather grind
You thought I had the time, thought I was lying half the time
And now I fantasize and agonize to pass the time lord

[Bibi Bourelly:]
I done spend so many of my days without you
I done lost all my love and found no way without you
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you
Without you

Uh
How you doing? I can tell
You look like yourself and I look like I'm by myself, fuck
But I'm getting through it, I might as well
Cause I know will time tell but it be moving like a snail yeah
You got a new one, I wish you well
Then I bite my nails, I'm scared I might hear wedding bells
I guess I blew it, it never fails you was tired of waiting to exhale
I wish I could go back in time and fix my frame of mind
Back when everything was fine and we would never think of dying
And I was yours and you was mine and we combine and intertwine
And now we in decline finish line end of time lord

[Bibi Bourelly:]
I done spend so many of my days without you
I done lost all my love and found no way without you
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you
Without you

Now you've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong
I'm left to live life alone, I'mma need more styrofoams
If you find your way home you know that porch light is on
I lay in bed wishing your side was warm
We wish we could go back in time and push it in reverse
Cause this shit ain't for us baby, this shit for the birds
But I know what I'll do, I'll move on I got to
And this is to you, for you, about you, without you girl
I done spend so many, way too many
Of my days without you
I'm lost on my love
Love

[Bibi Bourelly:]
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you
Without you

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

Post Bail Ballin' lyrics - Lil Wayne

Hundred thousand on a small ass chain
Hundred thousand on a bottle champagne
Half a million for a watch with no diamonds
Brought cash to the jewelers, still had change
Ooh, sharks in the crib and in the back yard
Elevator in the house, never got stuck
I just looked in the mirror, got star struck
I just looked at your bitch and got eye fucked
Who the fuck wanna race? Put your money up
All you see is license plates, far in front of you
I gave a bad bitch a taste of the good life
She licked her lips twice and told me I'm yummier
Glass house on the block, 5 floors in it
Got a picture on the wall that costs more than it
You observing it, I'm absorbing it
Judge mad cause a nigga make more than him
Ignoring him, I know you can't ignore the rims
I'm going in until I'm pourin' in more than M's
I'm courting in swimsuit models that don't know who I am
In foreign twins, I tell 'em that I star in films
My warrant clear as day like Doris is
When I ain't trippin', my lawyers is
So what the charges is? Put it on my tap, baller shit
I'm from the cell to the mall with this

Now tell them motherfuckers sign
I'm post bail ballin', post bail ballin'
Go tell the warden I'm, I'm post bail ballin'
Post bail ballin', go tell the warden I'm

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

One time for the hustlers and the young moms
My presidential is crunch time, looking in my son's eyes
Only time I see a upside
I tell him he gon' be a tough guy and never be a punchline
Tell him never wait in one line, tell him not even a lunch line
Pray more than some times
When the cops come you tongue-tied
Take dirt, make a mud pie
Lookin' out the window, in the coupe with a bimbo
Talking 'bout who she resemble
Bitch you in a Enzo, stop being so simple
Now fuck me like we in a limbo
I ain't got time to kill, I got voids to fill
I got ocean views, I got water bills
I got cards to deal, i got hearts to steal
I got larger wheels on my automobile
I lost appeal, the bullshit cost me a mil
It brought me to tears, I came home and brought me a crib
I walked through that bitch, strapped when it's dark in that bitch
And through hell and high water, I just walk through that bridge
I got a full cup of lean that I saw in the fridge
I started to swig, but ended up drinking all of that shit
Cause I deserve it, I be working hard for all of this shit
I step into a Rolls Royce when I walk out then pen

My nigga I'm, I'm post bail ballin, post bail ballin'
Go tell the warden I'm, I'm post bail ballin'
Post bail ballin', go tell the warden I'm, I'm post bail ballin'
Farewell warden, I'm post bail ballin'
Go tell the warden I'm, post bail ballin'
Inmate Carter, post bail ballin'

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

Pull Up lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Euro)

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

[Lil Wayne:]
D-boy D-boy D-boy
My pockets look Keloid
My dead presidents reborn
When I'm naked I got three arms
Got a big house with a green lawn
Got a cigar full of neon
Like my ho cold and my tea warm
Close this casket he look deformed
I got bitches on my dick

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

[Lil Wayne:]
I got coke under my nails
I got niggas takin them L's
Nigga, we don't need no scale
I'm sick with it no get well
Trigga man, trigga man, trigga man please don't shoot
Bout it, bout it, bout it like T-R-U
Young nigga ridin in a V-1-2
Chop bricks like karate, judo, kung fu
Like jiu-jitsu split a brick in two

[Euro:]
You do you I'ma do what it do
Niggas dropping dimes in a 2-6-2
Bout it, bout it, bout it like hoody hoo
Started from the bottom, and I grew into
Everything I'm driving is new improved
When she fucking with me it's a new experience
Fucking with you it's a new excuse

[Lil Wayne:]
Nigga who is you
I looked in the mirror said, "Ooh it's you"
All my goons be too enthused
So don't open your mouth like you're chewing glue
Light blue Michael Jordan's
My shoe get checks like swoosh
Hear you niggas talking about what you going do
Or might do, I invite you
I entice you, but I advise you
Not to god bless you like achoo
Police find you in the bayou with your friends by you
With your shit knocked loose
Nigga that's what you'll get like Ken and Ryu
I been piru I'm in my mood
So you know what you can do

[Lil Wayne:]
Fuck nigga pull up, I'll be waiting, yeah
Fuck nigga good luck, yeah, I'll be waiting, yeah
Fuck nigga pull up

[Lil Wayne:]
Fuck nigga pull up, fuck nigga pull up
I'll be waiting with my muhfuckin foot up
I ain't even stood up, fuck nigga good luck
Fuck nigga put up or muhfuckin shush up
Fuck nigga pull up, my young niggas stood up
Like fuck nigga what up, fuck nigga shook up
I been out here since P had the hook up
So if you wanna meat, nigga I'm a butcher
If you want beef, nigga I'm a butcher
My niggas wanna eat, nigga I'm a cook ya
If you with your bitch and your bitch want me
Nigga I'ma pull up like a trigger and she's the bullet
We the illest, we the coolest
We the illest, we the coolest
The sickest and the smoothest, the gifted and the goofiest
Read a scripture out your movie, get a picture I'ma zoomin
I'ma hit em, I'ma lose em, I'ma kill em, I'ma bruise em
I'm a sinner, I'm a suitor, not to mention I'm a mover
I come at you when I'm moving, the bitch I'm with bad
I'ma pinch her in her booty and bitch it's Lil Tunechi
Aw yeah aw yeah fuckin right

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

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

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

[Lil Wayne & Euro:]
I say fuck nigga pull up
Fuck around and never pull off
They see the guns we pull out
Say never mind and pull off
They see the guns we pull out
Say never mind and keep going
I put the gun in his mouth
I say be quiet and breath soft
Shifty eyes I see four
Flip them pies like DDOS
These bitches tired they sleepwalk
Brilliant mind I'm street smart
And deep thought, and we are
What she want, and she want
And he don't, but keep on and we gone see

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

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

Niggas that's me in that nice ass house
Butt-naked bitch with a nice ass
Walking around saying "you got a nice ass house"
My phone keep ringing though, my bad
I think my girl got me on Spycam, now
My homies call cocaine white trash
Charge you double just to take my trash out
I can not fuck with you bitch, cause you gon' get a nigga busted
Worrying 'bout the wrong things while I'm hustling
Put the dick up in your mouth while it's running bitch don't ask no questions
Soon as I heard they said "young nigga killed it"
Cause I go too hard I eat beats, mmm scrumptious delicious
You chewing your kidneys I hope you see blood in when you pissing
And we run up in your house on Christmas, and don't ask no questions
Just shoot whoever's present, why they open their presents up
Please Lord forgive me, I just talked to my reverend
Asked him if I'm the devil he said "that's these bitches"
See I'm from New Orleans, that bitch is infested
Shoot out like the Westerns, kill you and your bestie
Pay niggas to do it correctly, two ninas they lesbians
I gotta shoot you with both or else one would get jealous
I make money not exceptions, take pills like breath mints
She just get dick and refreshments, free all my dogs in corrections
We all we got don’t need extras, we don’t expect shit
We don’t get mad over pussy, I’m probably lying in some pussy
While fools out here dying over pussy, and that’s what I don’t understand

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

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

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

My homie got the pistol and he might spazz out
Light span, mothafuckin’ light span
That shit all depend on how tonight pan out
Oh, I said these hoes ain’t right man
I left my shady bitch, I got a nice tan now
Red bandana in my right pocket
So if I pull the trigger I can wipe that down
I just put my gun up in her Coach bag
I won’t hesitate to pull it right back out
Life Coach, I don’t need no life coach
To coach me through my motherfuckin’ ups and downs
Tell a bitch don’t ask no questions, my money so old
I tell my new money, respect your elders
I’m starting to get jealous of my own reflection
The young nigga sexy, a young nigga healthy
A young nigga flexing, I’m counting my blessings
Achoo, God bless me, thank you, you’re welcome
I talk to my reverend, asked him if there’s a heaven
A heaven for a G, because me and my gangstas
Done done it all but never tell, he say “we already in hell”
I said “ain’t that a bitch” ‘cause I work too hard
But still thankful as if this shit came as a gift
I just pray for my niggas that’s out there still slangin’ that shit
Keep my distance, I can’t take that risk, I hope they understand

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

White Girl lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jeezy)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pick Up Your Heart lyrics - Lil Wayne

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

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

Perfect attendance on the block I'm booming
When it's cold, when it's rain, when it's muggy, when it's hot, when it's humid
I walk into the corner store feeling like a king
World on my back shit feel like a mink
Mad at some motherfucker dropped my pill down the sink, hold up wait
I got xanax, I got percocet
She give me pussy and her income tax
I send my goons to rob the dope man
They bring it back now I'm the dope man
Suitcase, dead body in the suitcase
Molly in the Kool-aid, we put molly in the Kool-aid
I'm still watching boot legs cause I can't go to the movies
Cause I'm bigger than the actors in the movies
Me and your bitch made a movie
I'm on a new wave
I been wilding in these streets mamma but still remember everything you said to me
Don't believe these hoes they be lying through they teeth mamma toothache

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

Wait bitch
I hop in my Bentley and drive until my phone start roaming
Lord I don't want to talk to nobody I want my moment
I use to be fun loving now I'm a gun loving killer
But these niggas made me like this
Now they all afraid of they own invention
I walk with a limp cause this AR will not allow me to walk straight
I come to a stage in my life and I just can't let my life move me upstage
Tuxedo on and a cummerbund, finger crossed behind my back

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

I wear black cause I can't find nothing else to wear
I wear dreadlocks cause I can't do nothing else to my hair
I kiss you cause it just happen
I do what I do cause it got to be done
But I guess I oughta take credit for something
Yesterday I met a woman on the stairs that wasn't there
She wasn't there today, I really hope she go away
(These hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody
I don't want to do it no more no)
Cause you know sometimes that last doesn't happen at first
I'm the pimp and the problem
She said you don't think of me when I know you think too much
(I don't want to do it no more
These hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck everybody
And I don't want to do it no more)
She said I think you think I think you think of us
(I'mma get this paper baby, I'mma get this paper baby)
She said she wanted sprinkles I said sprinkles are for winners
Free Weezy
Mula!

Street Chains lyrics - Lil Wayne

Straight from the East side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli when we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone ringin' off the hook
Bitch that's the plug
Ocean view bedroom baby
See through showers and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I don't dance
Heater on my waist hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my hands I ain't prayin'
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I’m at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand than Sudan, lord

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

I could fly around that bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I need a format
I put the shit on horseback and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke plain never
Had a date with the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a paid killer
Better yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no love
That's from the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' whole fucking block red
And get out of my car and admire my art
Then smile at my thoughts
My bitch from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti
While it was parked
Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want war?
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the Bible too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my won't's
Lord please, Kilo's OZ's
Cause my bitch act like she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda pink
I'm a freak-show to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, hope my bartap is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt long as a speech
Roach look like a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
Like my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, like prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine, like Connery

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

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

• Coco lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Shit Freestyle lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Trap House lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Selsun Blue lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Used To lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)
• No Type lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Fingers Hurting lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Hot Nigga lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Hollyweezy lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Drunk In Love lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Christina Milian)
• You Guessed It lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Try Me lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Mack Maine)
• Preach lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. 2 Chainz)
• Alphabet lyrics - Lil Wayne
• No Haters lyrics - No Haters
• Admit It lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. SNL)
• Dreams & Nightmares lyrics - Lil Wayne

Coco lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Intro:]
(Juice 808)
Look what you made me do
Me! That's who
I'm sorry for the wait, I'm sorry for the wait (tell 'em)
Tha Carter gon' be late so I cooked up a tape (tell 'em!)
The garden's full of snakes so I had to escape
Lil homie gon' be straight, lil homie gon' be straight!

[Hook 1:]
Woo! Oww
And this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
Yeah, and I'm sorry for the wait too
I told myself to save yourself cause I can't save you
I send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof
Fuck it, this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
I ain't trippin; I got Barbie, I got Drake too
I send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof
Then they come through and sit it on my coffee table
Boop

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

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

[Hook 2:]
And this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
No more am I my brother's keeper - Cain and Abel
Young Money sharp, I'm still eatin', I just chipped my tooth
Tell them niggas no love lost, cause I ain't got shit to lose
I told myself to save yourself cause I can't save you
I send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof
I found the needle in the haystack, put the thread through
I tried to stitch the wound back up, but I just bled through

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, it's compensation over conversation
(Money talks)
Lord I must got blurry vision, a nigga's got two faces
Lord, this game is a vampire
Blood, you gotta protect your neck
It'll suck you dry like raisins, Lord
But fuck that, nigga
Got it drawn out
Fuck that nigga, I'm a ball out
The day you met me is the day Hell froze
On the day I left is when it thawed out
I'm still in the buildin', I just had to knock a couple walls down
Had to kick y'all out
Life is a movie
But sometimes a nigga get too tired of watchin' and walk out

[Bridge:]
Takin' over, Lord I'm takin' over
Dropped the Sorry 4 The Wait until the wait is over
Sippin' lean out a flask, nigga
And all I do is smoke, fuck, and thrash, nigga!

[Hook 3:]
And this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
Fuck these haters, throw your board up if you skate too
I send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof
Then they come through and sit it on my coffee table
Tunechi - niggas don't appreciate you
You've been down since day one, it meant nothin' on day two
Sometimes the truth is hard to swallow, and to say, too
But I graduated from that bullshit, now I hate school

[Outro:]
And now I'm takin' over, now I'm takin' over
The old me dead and gone, that's who I'm prayin' over
Might have to go back to slangin' yola 'til the wait is over
If so, then I got bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda...