mixtape: "Dedication 6" (2017)



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Fly Away lyrics - Lil Wayne

[DJ Drama:]
Ahem
I'd like for you to take this time
And remember where you was
The first time you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many times you listened to D2
Could you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard
When we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to business
Y'all done copied the rhymes
Y'all done stole the artwork
Tried to emulate my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram', we are the Mixtape Blueprint
Hahaha! You welcome
A Dedication

[Lil Wayne:]
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; that's DNA
Got a dyke ho nympho and your bitch laying next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA, they make me feel A-OK
Feeling like Tony, grrreat
Feeling all on me, TSA
She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all over her T&A
She snort all this KKK, and this broad need AAA
Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys' NCAA
Yeah, we got A-M-M-O but you get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; that my DNA
You get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop hoes, Xanies straight
I got P's, I got weight, I got keys, I got gates
I got moon rock, molly, ecstasy inside this weed, it's laced
I smoke doobies, don't smoke J's
Don't watch movies, don't go to plays
I watch cuties, porn and play
I got Uzis on the way
I don't be choosey, I don't be safe
I don't get woozy, I get the waist
My bitch ballin' like Zhané
Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital-WNBA, I just teach her how to save
I been sleeping with my AK
With my finger around her waist
I been dreaming I caught a body
That's some sweet dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch that ain't even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, it's the home of AJ
Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one line on the plate
She's gon' take it to the face like "Thin line between love and hate"
I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call that my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got Bloods everywhere you lay, but ain't no blood in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like USDA
OMW to your trap (blap) Now I'll be On My Way
I got plugs I ain't got to pay, I got shit I ain't got to say
I got cribs way out of state, ain't got no more pocket space
Sipping slo-mo at my pace, lean like I wear a brace
Queens want to be embraced, Kings wanna be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember that Goose is Grey
Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Sick shit...

[DJ Drama (Lil Wayne):]
Dedicated...
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy
Y'all niggas still watching a master at work
(I already got...)
D6

[Lil Wayne:]
I already got the Ganja
I already got the Fanta
All black like Uganda
Hair back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a condom
Your skull crack, then we crowned you
Shark-bite to a flounder
Bar-fight to a bouncer, wait
All Franks like Sinatra
Face been painted, they ain't never clowned him
Everybody raking cash like it's autumn
Y'all boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y'all take a seat on this toilet
Y'all ain't shit but y'all piss-poor, and
Sitting in the foreign like I'm on a Harley
Keep bloodsuckers away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
Thought about your coffin and started barfing
Thought about your orphans, how they prolly starving
Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
Walking on the marble, feeling like Ricardo
Walking 'round like the campus of Harvard
Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas getting smarter
Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the target
Sitting on the charter, talking 'bout the targets
Waiting on departure, waiting on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures keep an extra cartridge
Make sure my Barbie keep an extra Barbie
My dick is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her pussy better smell like a orchid
Wetter than a wishing well, need a quarter
Damn, I wish I was a lil bit taller
Damn, I wish I drank a lil more water
Damn, my weed stank a lil more harder
Damn, I pull up with a redbone, scarlet
With a yellowbone car; that smoke green, that's Marley
Purple and the orange, you seen, that's horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh, F-R-uh
All the Gs in my corner, them boys so warriors
Believe we deserve every leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters layin' around my headquarters
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em
World on my shoulders but it's lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got white like Crayola
Nut like granola all in your bitch rollers
You never been to jail, ain't never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan
This is that sick shit, the sickness is showing
The sickness is spreading, the disease is growing
The bitches is hoeing, the witnesses knowing
The dollars are torn, they fishing for coins
I continue going, I get to the boar
And I rip off his horns, six in the morning
Then I just yawn and forget to mourn
And give to the star, it's 6, the reward
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Everyday We Sick lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Lil Wayne:]
Everything was meant, everything was meant
I took a L, what comes after L? My nigga, Ms
The AK with the twins, that's Mary Kate and sis
My shooters, they don't miss, fade away then swish
Dedication 6, and everyday we sick
Treating medication scrips like some Revelation scripts
I thought yesterday we quit, but you know, every day we spent
Then we celebrate the win like we'll never play again
Why I just talked to my hitman, he say that he made a list
Nigga always breaking in and he never leave a print
And I never shaved a brick, ok, now I'm talking shit
Where that baking soda mix? Raise my Arm & Hammer fist
And my yellowbone, she thick, and her belly don't exist
And she never saw the gym, she stay healthy 'cause she strip
Doing very late events and I never paid a cent
Pussy never leave a scent, Toni Braxton, breathe again
Every day, all week, we lit, you know every day we sip
And we having steak and shrimp, with some naked waitresses
Told that bitch to bring her friend, you know that we make 'em kiss
She know if it's going down, I keep a elevator lit
Now where the elevator music? Yeah, they better play the hits
I can serenade a bitch, you interrogate a bitch
If we interrogate that bitch, we be like "Where that safe at, bitch?"
Put that barrel to her tits and if she hesitates, that's it
I need that combination, bitch, cause I don't got no patience bitch
I hate to do it, but the line between love and hate is thin
You know every day we win, you know second place ain't shit
You know that we take the kids, just like Freddy, Jason, IT
You know that we spray and dip; 1-8-7, 86
While you eating bacon grits again while police taking tips
You know every day we drip, dripping wet, Mercedes-Benz
Dripping wet and glazy clit, you know every day she drenched
This that Dedication 6, you know everyday we sick
Give me wet, a life, a gift, catch a body like a Lyft
This that Dedication 6, if she starstruck, make a wish
I tell her pussy take your lick, I'm big-headed, make it fit
You know everyday we sick

[Lil Wayne & DJ Drama:]
That's some sick shit, oh
Shoutout Young Money!
You know everyday we sick
That's some sick shit, ohh
My nigga Mack Maine
And that's that Dedication 6
You know everyday we sick
And you are just a patient, bitch
It's that Dedication 6
You know everyday we sick
And that's some sick shit, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
That's some sick shit, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
That's some sick shit, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
You know everyday we sick

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Boyz 2 Menace lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda)

[Gudda Gudda:]
Take that shit off at the front
Gudda!

Sleep on me, I hope you die in your sleep, no one's defiant as me
I know my worth so when you pay me, just know that I am not cheap
On the road to riches, tapping my horn, so watch for the beep
Ripping this shit to pieces, no, I will not look out for the beat
Started out on the block, got on my feet and rose to the top
I'm the cleanup man with the mop, 50 shots disfigured his top, yes
I come from the city of God, I walk around in the city like God
Made it out and still come back, somebody, please tell me, what are the odds?
On this mic, I am a wizard but this is not Oz
Cold but hot, I can turn the summer to fall, I'm sicker than y'all
Don't talk to me unless you talking 'bout paper
I'm buying some makers, no time for a neighbor
I'm from New Orleans, yes, I am a gator
I'll do you a favor, and I'll do you a favor 'cause if I do you a favor
And you don't come back with that paper, I'ma have to lay hands on you
Like I'm giving you prayer, Eastside, we ain't playing it fair
You ever heard of the tortoise and hare? I'm switching the gear
Started off in the back bitch, but now I'm winning, it's clear
Nigga, I'm here

[Lil Wayne:]
For real...

I got my married hoes on single drugs
Got my fattest hoes getting finger fucked
And my trashiest hoes is clean as fuck
And my nastiest hoes is neat as fuck
Take your shoes before you walk inside
Take your shoes off before you cross the line
I snoozed off on Father Time
Got my goons to go kidnap Daughter Time
Come to wet the party up, and whoever in it
Got one gun that shoot for 7 minutes
I'm done shitting, niggas never spit it
I'm high class, niggas' elementary
Repetition, that's the definition
I'm a Hot Boy under air conditionin'
Shoot the gun with the left arm limpin'
George Jefferson in all seven minutes
Got a hot girl off television
With a very sticky unhairy kitty
In the right position, screaming "You're consistent"
I sit there and listen like we talking business
I don't need her out here filming niggas
I'd really rather have her steal from niggas
I really travel like a pilgrim, nigga
Kush loud as Fred screaming "Wilma!" nigga
I've been taking time out to count the bands
Break a promise in the promised land
Going zagga zow off a zagga xans
From the middleman to the Macho Man
I've been talking shit up in Diddy house
Went to Disneyland, talked to Mickey Mouse
Then I figured out how to figure out
What I was figuring out, you figure it out
Got a trigger man with an extra hand
My bitches sleep by my bitch's house
So every party is a slumber party
Sky is the limit, head in the clouds
While you runnin' round, I'ma run it up
You dumb it down, I ain't dumb enough
I hit the courtroom and stunk it up
High coming down, plug coming up
You gon' hold me down, you gon' hold me up
You don't know me, but you know what's up
And the coke was cut with some extra coke
Showed her more than love, she just shoulder-shrugged
She don't know it's love, it's not important love
As long as we can keep extorting the plug
Just let him bleed and ignore the blood
Just let him be and ignore the buzz
Pour it up, catch a sugar rush
Chopper full of rust, but it still bust
Bust good as fuck, every bullet struck
Like a hundred holes, got a hole-in-one
Safe full as fuck, money full of dust
And I'm pulling up in that "What the fuck?"
That's a muscle car, got me looking buff
If you look enough, you a mussel, punk
That's a Bugatti on steroids
Bugatti on Chevron
All-white like an Altoid
All these rings on, call me bellboy
From the Teflon to the Kevlar
Don't mean shit when your head off
Make the top dog jump dead off
And we keep his head for a memoir
I sped off with the head off
Going big Bruno on Mars
Sipping Longstar, turn a pornstar
To a known star, with a phone call
Hold up, murky, murky waters, yeah
Purple, purple rivers, yeah
Floating purple ribbons, yeah
I'm cursed but still religious, damn
I've been popping 10s, yeah
Cause my bitch pop all the 20s, damn
Why you hating on the skinnys? Damn
I met Satan, he was chilling, hold up

Murky, murky waters
Purple, purple rivers
Floating purple ribbons
I'm cursed but still religious
Damn, take your clothes off
Bitch, call your road dog
Bitch, I feel like O-Dog
Bitch, Boyz 2 Menace

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Eureka lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. HoodyBaby)

[DJ Drama:]
See y'all just getting 2018
We already in the year 2020
...

[Lil Wayne:]
Dropped out of school, I fucked the teacher
Spent a mill on misdemeanor
Miss my brodies, miss Aaliyah
Spending money like amnesia
Spent some money on sativa
Got that strip club diabetes
Make it ran cats and dogs
All night long, I need PETA
White girl, black diva
I'm in here fucking on a zebra
I beat it up like John Cena
Talkin' crazy, bilingual
Put some diamonds in my teethers
It's got me lookin' like a genius
Leave you bloody like a fetus
Cut your tongue off, leave you speechless
Put some money on subpoenas
Could've gave that to Miss Cita
Nigga stunting, he a skeezer
From the heart and out the speakers
I was young, I heard the preacher
I grew up and met the reaper
That codeine my anesthesia
Tried to kick but this ain't FIFA
She snort one line, want a sequel
She snort two and want a threesome
She snort three lines, yell Adidas
When I bust I yell eureka
When I bust I yell eureka
When she bust she yell for Jesus
Drop her off at the cathedral
She come back with a bunch of singles
Phones are tapped, we switch the lingo
Hustle where the grass is greener
Clean the blood off the walls then break out the Stanley Steamer
It's a drought on cocaina
I know routes through Pasedena
I got two keys of that Bieber
Call 'em Justin and Justina
Sippin' on that Angelina
I'm low profile in a Bimmer
Where it's sour, could be sweeter
I got sugar, I got creamer
More extremer, more obscener
Doing numbers, yelling bingo
Coca leaf so come and get some
White power from a negro
Spent some money on my legal
And that money was illegal
That's my bloody, that's my migo
Reppin' cinco like he Tito
I'm gettin' high under gazebo
With a bride and no tuxedo
I'm a bitch magnet, Magneto
Hit that pussy like the R.I.C.O
Young money with no wrinkles
Hot tubbing with the chicas
Run around naked like they streakers
Run around this bitch like Ezekiel
Good Quality coke, that's GQ
Boy this bass don't need no EQ
She snort one line, want a sequel
When I bust I yell eureka

[HoodyBaby:]
Took her out the game, sent her to the bleachers
Kick her out in style, Balenciaga sneakers
Broke up with my bitch, I feel like shit my dog
She kept talking fifty fifty, had to split my dog
She kept on falling in and out of love, I tripped her dog
Told me eat or get ate so I sipped her dog
I'ma go platinum, she single
She blow up my phone but the bitch got no ringer
Bought her a ring but I left with a finger
Stack up my cake and I bust down some zingers
Hello ho, you gots to go ho
I'm on the road ho
High profile, moving work on the low
Smoking OG, girl you gotta go
Know you ain't on, girl you gotta know
Got that backward, girl, you kinda slow
The snakeskin I know you see on, this a no

[Lil Wayne:]
And when I bust I yell eureka, yeah
And when I bust I yell eureka, yeah
And when we fuck it's for no reason, yeah
Record that shit and watch the reruns, yeah
And when I bust I yell eureka, yeah
That's some sick shit, yeah
That's some sick shit, yeah
That's some sick shit

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5 Star lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Nicki Minaj:]
Tunechi
Barbie
Young Money

I been smoking gas, killin' bitches
Man, I feel just like a gang-star
Cover up my face like a ninja
In this Alexander Wang scarf
I'mma drop a bag, they gon' pull up
And then they gon' let them things off
I ain't switchin' up my hairstyle
But my niggas let it bang off

Percocets and Addies, lookin' for a fuck I could give
All these hatin' bitches plottin' why they can't let me live
Me and Weezy in Liv
When my album drop these bitches is gon' cry in the car
All your yes-men out here lyin', had you dyin' to spar
You was tryin' too hard

I'm out here livin' though, I am out here livin' though
Me and Tunechi winnin' though
Slimes out here twinnin' though
I am on my pivot though
I am just so pivotal
Bands, I go get it though
Weezy on his pedestal

A lot of gang shit, a whole lot of gang shit
All these plaques is piling up, it's no where to hang shit
These bitches pussy though
Pushed them out my pussy though
Niggas want my cookie though
'Cause it taste like cookie dough

Smoke, I got a free pack
Flow sick, get a Z-pack
Niggas don't mean my race when they say she blacked
I am the Queen (facts)
I'm everything she lacks
Bitch get on your kneecap
I don't mean C. Kaep
I'll get you checked, pussy, I'll get you a free pap
You bitches don't ball out, you get your QB sacked
I'm OBJ hoes, break records like ankles
I've been that bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles
Tell 'em carry on, they gon' miss me when I'm gone
I'm gone

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got them feelin' like they five stars
Your hoes throwin' fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just like a doctor
Pop some X for my exotic dancer
She start crying and said her job hard
Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' rest in peace to Honda

Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my tongue can go HAM
Put my face up in her pussy and my thumb in her ass
Make her do the jumpman, ayy
I put her face down in the pillow, 'bout to smother her ass
A fly yellow bone to me, I told her to come get a tan
Now she butter pecan
Oh, I got a Draco in the sofa
An Eggo in the toaster
A cradle in the chocha
The yayo doin' yoga
And I wake up, smell the Folgers
I don't know how I woke up
'Cause I was in a coma
But now I'm in the moment
Wearing high socks on the front porch
Two cups with the mud flowin'
The plug ain't charge me nothin' for it
I cried tears of fuckin' joy
"LV"s on my luggage, boy
Don't ask me where I'm fuckin' goin'
I pull up with my skaters
Make them beat you with their fuckin' boards
Sharp shooters like pool sharks
Shoot you down in the Walmart
Shoot you down in the parking lot
Shoot you down in the food court
Hit your crib in the steamboat
And disappear on the speedboat
Act a jackass like Steve-o
Then disappear like Ne-Yo
Leave a red flag on your screen door
Leave a red flag around your queen's throat
Leave a blood stain on your mink floor
Like a red stain on clean snow
That money gang, Five-hundred gang
On that money train, and we walking 'round with bloody fangs
Playin' hunger games; mmm-yummy, man
And we storm the block like the thunder came
When my youngest came, that's your mother's name
Hit the address, knockin' down picture frames and other things
Throwing up peace signs like stomach pains
Sugar cane get took to Spain
A kilo fell and it shook the plane
A nigga screamed, the hoes wouldn't complain
I brought the AK with the knife, so the butcher came
And the Nina came, and her sister came
And what's her name
He'll book a bang
You don't even know where to put the blame, that's cold

I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got them feelin' like they five stars
Your hoes throwin' fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just like a doctor
Pop some X for my exotic dancer
She start crying and said her job hard
Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' rest in peace to Honda

Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' rest in peace to Mazda
Put her ass up in a dumb Mercedes
Now she screamin' rest in peace to Smart Car
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' rest in peace to Kia
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' rest in peace to Uber
That's some sick shit

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Bank Account lyrics - Lil Wayne

Oh God, Dedication 6
Oh God, Dedication 6
Oh God, yeah...

25 million on a nice big old mansion
And bitch, I still haven't invited your family
When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammys
I'ma just kill that pussy, now it's just a closed casket
25 million on a mansion, so precious
Bitch, be careful where you're bringin' your besties
Satin sheets, I ain't got time for no messes
That exorcist told me my wifey possessive
Adderall just so we can go restless
We're fuckin' all, all night long, no breakfast
No confessions, no questions, we both professionals
Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrian

You bought a car for the bitch, I buy the narcs for the bitch
You buy apartments and shit, it's nice, I just walked in this bitch
You buy the art for the bitch, y'all argue too often and shit
You always startin' some shit, that should come off of the bench
Shout out my homies I miss, Nino and Tony and Mitch
This ain't no call you and shit, she won't come snortlin' shit
She won't go hard with a bitch, she knows what happens today
She know we always forget, and she just posted the shit
And he just saw his lil bitch, tell him I want him to trip
Tell him my guns gettin' skinny, tell him they're starvin' for this
Give me the check, give me the throne
My hair is a minute too long, my bitch look like Vivica-Berry
Your bitch look like Rosetta Stone, I made my bitch go get a clone
Fuck 'em together and then on they own
When they catch feelings, I'm gone
I'm whippin' the Winnie the Coupe
I'm drivin' and sippin' the soup
The shit made me drift in the Coupe
As long as I get to the stu'
Ruler clip, Rick the Ruler slick
Pull up on your bitch, you just called your bitch
Got that "Who is this?", she don't know you exist
She on the mula shit, that's the truer shit
Make you eat your words, make you chew your shit
Then we knockin' out every tooth you pick
Nigga fuck you, and fuck who you with
Yeah my bitch broke but her booty fixed
Wait, I just popped a Perc', another for dessert
I washed it down with syrup
I just left planet Earth, ran into Captain Kirk
I pop a Perc, I'm trippy, call me Perc Nowitzki
Just call her Lewinsky
Blurry, blurry vision, blrrp.."Hello, who is this?"
I just hit the line, I got a bitch in mind, I call her anytime
She taller but it's fine, together we're 6'9"
I hit her other line, he like "What other line?", she like "Never mind"
She can tell a lie, and I can tell she lyin'
That's no lie, that's my awesome lil bitch
Got me a saucy lil bitch, got me a bossy lil bitch
Left her for a bossier bitch, it cost me a arm and a dick
I got me a naughtier bitch, she suck on this balls and a stick
I'm about to play golf with the bitch
I'm way on Mars with the bitch
She fuckin' with Martians and shit
You shoppin' at Marshall's and shit
And yeah, your bitch getting trippy with me
Want a quickie with me
Say she wish that I had Nicki with me
Said she'd lick her with me
Wish you wish I had my nigga with me
Bitch, you washy-wishy
Y'all can't trick me
She said "God, forgive me"
I said "Nah, I'm busy"

I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 bank accounts
Plus a main account
With insane amounts, that's somethin' to think about
Plus the drank in route, now I'm hangin' out
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 bitches ready to drink me down
Ready to drink me down
Ready to drain me out, plus my main in town
And she came around, said they ain't her style

25 million on a nice big ol' mansion
And bitch I still haven't invited your family
When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammys
I'ma just kill that pussy, now it's just a closed casket
25 million on a mansion, so precious
Bitch, be careful where you're bringin' your besties
Satin sheets, I ain't got time for no messes
That exorcist told me my wifey possessive
Adderall just so we can go restless
We're fuckin' all, all night long, no breakfast
No confessions, no questions, we both professionals
Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrians

Oh God, Dedication 6
Oh God, Dedication 6
Oh God, Dedication 6
That's some slick shit
Oh Lord, Dedication 6
Oh Lord, Dedication 6
Oh Lord, Dedication 6
That's some slick shit
Yes Lord, Dedication 6
Yes Lord, Dedication 6
Yes Lord, Dedication 6


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XO Tour Life lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Baby E)

[Lil Wayne:]
I been walking on this water, bone dry, hard times
R.I.P. baby my phone died, but don't cry
Heaven's gates was closed, I went to Hell, there was a long line
Two hoes in the bed, it's hard to wake up on the wrong side
Few bumps in the road, a little bump and grind I don't mind
Please know for your fuckin' piggy bank you could get hog tied
Two Ninas on me, you fuck with me them girls goin' wild
Guilty consciences pimpin' make my ho sit through the whole trial
I been walking on this fucking water for a long time
Molly water got me transforming like I'm Voltron
Smokin' so much weed, I might just fuck around and hug a tree
A tree without a bird because I deserve every fucking leaf
1, 2, 3; triple OG
At the T-O-P, smoking P-O-T
From a D-O-G to the G-O-D
Got OCD and not your CD
Hit her with the D-O-P-E D
That's Dope Dick Tunechi, DDT
You could D-I-E for a F-E-E
I'll D-I-E for my S-E-T
I told my son that "Whatever the sun touch is yours, little nigga"
I told my daughter "Don't give up your love to a poor little nigga"
I told my bitch if she cheat, then she making a poor decision
I told that bitch if she leave, then she leaving the solar system
But hoes don't listen
But I'm on the road to riches, and she can't ignore the engine
I bought myself a medallion that cost an Azure, my nigga
I don't know, guess I was bored, my nigga
Tell fine hoes, "I'm El Señor", my nigga
To the Moon like Warren, nigga
He ain't the plug unless he foreign, nigga
It ain't a car unless it's foreign, nigga
And a R plus another R, my nigga
But I used to want a Ford Explorer, nigga
Had to move the trap house to Florida, nigga
Had to move the car to buy the water, nigga
But I'm still too scared to get in the water, nigga
'Bout to throw another pool party, nigga
I told a op that wherever this gun point is hoes my nigga
Staying on my feet, no tapping on my toes like Moses, nigga
I told the cops that my car is too fast to pull over, nigga
Cool as fuck, keepin' my cool before my composure, nigga
That's poker, nigga
Playin' the cards I was dealt, and shit almost broke a nigga
But I could be broke my nigga
But I'm watching Oprah, nigga
In my white house layin' on my sofa keepin' it soulful, nigga
I'm a young mogul, nigga
I'm a young Hova, nigga
My office is oval nigga
I step out that bitch like, "What's happening?"
Me and that little bitch I was nappin' in
Time to run with no rubber, I'm gamblin'
Just call me the rapper, I'm chancin' it
Got a sassy bitch, told her "I'm daddy, bitch"
Does it look like I'm playing? Kaepernick
Niggas don't know a star from an asterisk
This that new coffin, new casket shit
My killers killin' on purpose by accident
And you felt that shit like a laxative
Ain't where or why you trap, it's who you trapping with
For me it's about who I travel with
Never about the bitch that I be snapping on
It's the one that the picture just snapped me with
That's 'cause I'm the shit, and all of my shit be miraculous

[Baby E:]
Eh, yeah
This that Baby E and Wayne shit
We just landed in a spaceship
So now ain't nobody safe, bitch
That's dedication number six, bitch
Got a hundred in the safe, bitch
I been fucking on a gay bitch
Fuck your set and what you claim, bitch
It's Yung Mula to the grave, yeah
Still finessing, and I'm still progressing
This is tick, tick-tick, I'ma blow up any second, yeah
We the best, bitch, ain't no fucking question
It's six, six-six 'til it's Dedication 7, yeah
Fully loaded, money is the motive
All my brothers G's, take a guess at what the code is
Overflowing, fuck it, pour some more in
Rest in Peace Lil Peep, we already miss you homie

I don't really care if you cry
On the real, you shoulda never lied
Shoulda saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said "I am not afraid to die"
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge

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Let 'em All In lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Cory Gunz & Euro)

I realize you niggas is like the objects in the rearview mirror
You really appear much closer than you are
Got a long way to go, young boy!
Catch up niggas

[Euro:]
Let 'em all in, bet 'em all in
Put me in the jungle, I get us all minks
Don't play with my wave
Know what, let 'em all sink
I don't need therapy, I got so big
Even when they talk crazy I still don't shrink
I'ma black out, Michael Blackson's skin tone
Homie gotta sit for a while back home
Hotline bling if you get his phone
Gotta own up or you get disowned
Eyes dried up, I don't really cry much
And the gold chain match everything I touch
Whip gotta match every bitch I fuck, foreign
Y'all niggas talkin' 'bout what? boring
Bane from it, I came from it
I'm raised by it, I'm stained from it
Shot for the stars from the darkness
I aim from it, now change coming
Who'd have thought a nigga shake somethin'?
All these records, I'ma break somethin'
Playin' my shit around the graveyard
Y'all fuck around and wake somethin'
Mean mug like I hate somethin'
Hit the stu' and I ate somethin'
Great rapper or great hustler
Promise you I die a great somethin'

[Cory Gunz:]
And I am beginning and ending
A nigga run in kicking and flipping
A nigga worth spending
A nigga with the semi admitting Glock is definitive on 'em, iron Emmys
Got an eye on 'em, still on these niggas more than any one of you
We knuck if we buck, if you my brother we up
If not, I don't give a motherly fuck
Only in us we trust, you fuss we hush
They rush we bust, adjusting, dust and flushed 'em
If you don't know what my salary is you 'bout to know what a fatality is
The reality is, if I don't know what my calories is
Then nine times out of ten you won't never know where your cavity is
Hit a forty, know it had to be his
A dude foul with a smile, they would never know how mad that he is
They don't ever know what pattern he is
He gotta be from Earth 2, or somewhere from out on Saturn he is
Now I'm going where no gravity is, some other galaxy shit
But we'd rather talk about the MAC and the bricks
We taking on all names, it ain't no more games
Stand up nigga, Cory Kaepernick bitch
I don't know what to call you
Niggas claimin' they loyal to the soil but boy I'm loyal to the oil that boil
To court with the all you, you cannot avoid it when I'm gonna destroy you
Work from the ceiling to make sure that I fall you
I'm dedicated to this rhyme shit
S double the militia gang, they don't ever try them bitch
I got a nine and click, a high been brick
A bottom bitch, I buy them thick
Driving stick, I'm fly as a bitch, and I give dick
I ride the five, my partner crip
Shout out the east, we parkin' shit
I just revive, I don't remix
I don't remind, until C5 we got D6, nigga

[Lil Wayne:]
The best things in life are free, not cheap, free C5
Message, no reply
Rest in peace, no peace sign
I keep an eye on these guys
My third eye give her sweet eyes
The bird eye's view keep spy
But I can get your wings deep fried
Try, try again, keep trying
All the traffic hours, you a taxi driver, we some maximizers
Ever heard of San Francisco 49'ers, we some masterminders
Made it to the top just to get sniped from the floor at the very bottom
Ain't that a bitch, man tell me about it
But I ain't trippin', that's the trip to fry me
I sip in silence
I tried to make it beautiful, this shit came out perfect
Let the guns speak for they self, I ain't never been a loud person
Walking 'round the house in the turban
These niggas washed up with no detergent
Take your heart and I am not a surgeon
Pulling triggers like shower curtains
Ain't got no soul because my baby sucked it out of me
Me and my whoas in Las Vegas playing the thot machines
Stick to my goals, expectations like a soccer team
Waiting to exhale only to let out some steam
Girl let's make a movie, what's a movie without a shower scene?
Treat my semi like an Emmy, need some nominees
Taught me how to count before they taught me how to read
I knew all my OG's before my ABC's, damn

That's some sick shit
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Young lyrics - Lil Wayne

Gangsta
Gangsta
Gangsta Grizzils

Well, she lied about my price to the spender
And she cried about our life to the listener
And she asked me for advice, so I pimped her
Turn that chicken head into a chicken tender
In a Wraith, in a Wraith, out of state license plates
I got yay, an AK, and a temper
In a Wraith, In a Wraith
Don't know how I'm driving straight
I sipped a lake of that grape, thirst quencher, oh
Girl, fuck with him and get your money
You fuck with me, you missing money, then you miss your molly
I get the money, spend the money, then I miss the money
But it come right back, right back, right back
That's that Frisbee money
That's Santa climbing down the chimney, money with the duffy
It come back, run around the gang, yeah that's some dizzy money
The Humpty Dumpty, she get on that dick, she's very comfy
I put a Rolie on her wrist, she used to wear a scrunchy
Party times, Tunechi wise
Wifey's size, truly lies
Booty, thighs, bougie pride
Gucci slides, moody, tired
Woozy, high
Movie night, Jacuzzi time
Oooii, ah
Dinner, prime
Sushi, wine
And for dessert I have the cutie-pie
Lied about the price to the spender
And I lied about my height on Tinder
And if I hit it one time I won't remember
Can't forget it if she bring another member
Double date, double date
In a Wraith, in a Wraith
Bitch I'm eating full plate like November
In a Wraith, in a Wraith
In a different mind state
Let her sniff some snowflakes and call her winter (yah)
Fuck with him and get the money
Then come fuck with me and split the money
I'll fuck her when she with her buddy
She guzzle dick and kiss her buddy
She said I love you when he send some money
I said I love you give your pimp some money
And she don't ask how much she just come dump it
And I don't ask how high I just start jumping
You ain't know I kiss below the button, what
Girl close your eyes and let me show you something, what
And if you ride me like the road is bumping, what
I leave my key in and the motor running, what
Oh my god I hope they kissing cousins
If they not it's gon' be consequences, repercussions
Woah, I just count a hundred thousand hundreds
And I told my babe ride the wave, Cowabunga
Lied about her night to her nigga
Her vagina 'bout to cry me a river
If she ask me for advice and I IG'd her
But she know it wasn't me, it was the sizzurp
Gotta wait, gotta wait
'Til I wake, 'til I wake
I wake up and tell bae how much I missed her
She looks straight in my face then start pointing to the space
Where she want it on her face, she's particular
Y-O-U-N-G with money, yeah
We Y-O-U-N-G with money
Y-O-U-N-G with money
Y-O-U-N-G with money
Ayo, Stunna nigga need his money
You heard somethin' da-da-da-da-da-da, ooh
Y-O-U-N-G with money
I hear us coming, six shit
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New Freezer lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda)

[Gudda Gudda:]
I'ma cash out on the AP, new freezer
The coupe sit nice on some new feet, new sneakers
I took your bitch out to Pappadeaux
She tried to order a sloppy joe
I told her give me some sloppy toppy
Then let her know she a sloppy ho
Tune pick me up in this brand new Bugatti
Two million cash this is not a Ferrari
260 the dash I smoke anybody
150K cash it fit in my pocket
This is that D6 shout out to Drizzy in the 6
Mafia like it's the 3-6
Choppers make niggas do B flips
Put the heat to your moon like an eclipse
Burn niggas like a freak bitch
Flip and turn you like a key switch
Cause you bit the hand that I feed with, yeah
Only time will tell nigga
I sat back and tried to tell niggas
If you try to test me watch you fail nigga
Nigga D triple 6 I'm raising hell nigga

[Lil Wayne:]
Death wish, death wish, death wish
I come to fulfill your death wish
First I must refill my beverage
That's promethazine sold separate
That's from Texas
She's from who knows
I got new doors I ain't step in
I got new hoes I ain't hit yet, I ain't hit yet?
Time is precious
I got pre-rolls I ain't lit yet
I got pre-thoughts I ain't think yet
I got money I ain't see yet
And they wan' know why I ain't blink yet
I got big bags in my book bag
Make my walk around like Hunchback
Diamonds so bright on my one hand
Gave all five fingers a suntan
Haters upset that a fun fact
I got pussy in my lunch bag
I got soap and I got towels
Bullet showers lead to bloodbaths
I got hoodies that say 'Young Money'
I got bitches that steal them from me
They go home and then they send pictures
To my phone with nothing under it
What am I to do? I'm loving it
I run a bad-ass bitches company
That's my company, my bitches humble me
I saw your bitches, that was comedy
I got the ramady, oops I meant remedy
I got the chemistry and the amenities
Up in my bedroom, holding assembly
They leave feeling good; physically, mentally
Meditate, meditate; think about yesterday
Fuck what that nigga say, think about yesterday
I can't do everyday, I could do very late
Just hit me up and now go check my resume
Get out that Chevrolet, jump in this better Wraith
I know you see the doors open like Heaven Gates
She think I'm heaven-sent and I would not forgive every sin
But I forget everything, thanks to the medicine
Thanks to the purple stuff
I'm finna pour it up, I'm finna stir it up
If I had a heart it'd be a purple one
Pockets too fat, I'm pulling my girdle up
Shots of Bumble, I'm finna serve 'em up
I got them comfy and kind and courteous
I put the old bodies in the new freezer
Brrrr.. I never heard of her

Six shit

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What's Next lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Zoey Dollaz)

[Lil Wayne:]
I been smoking on the gas
Hocus pocus on the gas
I been snorkling in the cash
Going Krogers with the bags
I done went blind going Hulk Hogan on they ass
Tell my shooters count me out and I end up doing the math
I been fuckin' in the shower so my dreads soaked
I been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked
You know my lean nice and cold like some dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low like I make egg rolls, oh
I got them pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm water whippin'
I rob his ass like Robin Givens
I get them M's a mile a minute
Don't pay your bill, I'm power trippin'
BET, that's how I'm living
I got three hoes following me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm down the chimney
Hello, I make her throw away her pussy toys, yeah
Ain't got a job, I make her look employed, yeah
She do the money count in just her drawers, yeah
I make her count out loud, I listen hard
I been fuckin' models, they been walking 'round in towels
They been snorting powder, I been in here taking downers
They been countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, they be in here watching Power
All my shooters accurate, codeine like a daiquiri
Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Michael Jackson
Brrrt, pull up like a taxi
Stereo on max and nigga bury your own casket
Nigga say hello to Rabbit
My lil homies bang, my lil homies they deranged
They don't want the fame, kill your ass and fly to Spain
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a nice ring
Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just sight seeing
Yeah, staring at the world through an automatic
Sweet mother of pearls, sweet Jesus of Nazareth
Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow baby
I could turn your baby to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I cannot sit down without gettin' down
What's new in town? Let's do it now
A couple marbles ain't been found
A couple screws been screwed around
My father ain't been 'round, my heart ain't missed a pound
The system up or down, and it's been up and down
A psycho, all I'm missing is the gown
Sippin' up, I piss enough to drown, twistin' up a pound
High as fuck, a Bentley truck on clouds, y'all so underground
I break a whole bunch of fuckin' vows, come to hunt you down
All up in your section, use protection when you fuck around
Possession of deception, imperfection, no affection
No correction, transgression, turn depression to aggression
Got an obsession for expression with no pressure, no discretion
And the F is for the "Flesh of all the fleshless ones, I left 'em, F 'em"

[Zoey Dollaz:]
Your bitch open so we run in it
Any club, got my gun in it
I ain't even got to touch you dudes
I'll get you killed young nigga
Eat, sleep, talk shit, rap
Brand new AK, all black
Tunechi gave me this gift wrapped
Your bars sweet, candy, Kit-Kat
Hope you pussy niggas get mad
Keep the voodoo on me, witchcraft
Off-White, Gucci, mix match
All my diamonds drip, shit splash
Black BMW, your bitch gave me top at the W
She told me Dollaz I'm over you
These bitches way too emotional, uh
So much perkies I'm barely sober
Diamond choker, crazy, bipolar
Keep my niggas with me, I tote 'em
Never be committed, I told her
Enough with you niggas, I do not fuck with you niggas
I know I'm stuck with you niggas
Grew up with you niggas
We all was swipin' cards, scammin' it up with you niggas
Miami ballin', it's a hobby, call a nigga Joe Robby
Haitian food or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies
Chris Paul, we load the rocket
Eight ball, corner pocket
Ah man, nigga stop it
You know it's Dollaz
When it comes to rap, no problems
Haha, hold up, talk to 'em
I'm the hottest out in my city
Bad boy too, ask Diddy
Hundred foot yacht, jet skiing
Bitches kissing bitches, lesbian
Niggas talkin' beef, let's see 'em
Y'all don't want beef, y'all vegan
If so, come, no semen
Yeah, you get it?
Future put me on, he from Atlanta
Niggas in my city crabs in a barrel
Made it out without y'all help
I can say I did it myself
Tunechi told me leave this beat blessed
I killed this shit, no stress
First 48, this stretch
Someone tell me what's next?
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Blackin' Out lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Euro)

[Lil Wayne:]
Sick shit
Ay yah, yah, yah...
Six, nigga, Dedication Six, nigga, Six, nigga, Six, nigga
Dedication Six, nigga, Six, nigga, sick nigga, sick six shit nigga...

[Euro & Lil Wayne:]
I hear y'all new shit and I cringe (I cringe)
Your girlfriend likes me and my friends (my friends)
If we hit it, that oui is not French (not French)
I'm anti-social, pardon my tints (my tints)
We left E11even, at 11 AM (yeah)
Raw papers full of peace, cups full of mayhem (yeah)
We all wavy, I'm just sort of on a different wavelength (yeah)
See they more like superstars, I'm more like Super Saiyans
Bein' the greatest ever is my destiny still
Since a child, I focused on my Kelly, Bey, and Michelle (okay)
Sittin' back, getting head from Mademoiselle
Tryna put every ghetto kid with a dream in my will
Dedicated to you for the 6th time, killed it on 5th one
Now they say I'm big time
While them niggas skipped lunch, I learned how to skip lines
I learned how to kick, punch, power through to get mine
Used to fuck with Sega, my uncle had a pager
I knew this drug king-pin that tried to run for Mayor (skrt!)
Posted on the back-blocks talking player-player
If she bad and I am greater, get her unlimited data
They tryna build a wall, man my dogs gon' hate that shit
And build underground railroads, so the Maybachs fit, yeah
We in the game but we don't play that shit
Cover your soul before they take that shit
Young

[Lil Wayne:]
Right nigga, wrong nigga
Dope nigga, ill nigga
Rich nigga, Polo nigga
House bigger, bills bigger
Sick nigga, Hill nigga
Lit nigga, chill nigga
Racks nigga, real bigger
Shaq bigger, lil nigga
Facts nigga, trill nigga
Tax nigga, still nigga
Coke-on-coke, nigga
Slopes, niggas; hills, nigga
Joke, nigga? No, nigga
Clip bigger, quick trigger
Thick strippers, I ain't into stick figures
Mixed signals, O.J. with the brick
Nigga run through the white
Nigga, O.J. on my wrist, nigga that's Sunny D-Light
Nigga, diamonds in my teeth, shining like some pearly whites
Nigga, straight from New Orleans, like a plate of dirty rice
Nigga bought a lot of art, and I brought a lot to snort, hey
Beat around a bush, right after we beat the court case
Talking 'bout a a war, that's a convo at the bar, wait
Drugs in the Broncos, start the motherfuckin' horse race
I take off from Earth and take your bitch up into MySpace
I tell her keep her mouth shut
If not I got some scotch tape
Got to keep the lock-safe, referring to the safe-lock
The shelves fall, the ground shake
It make it do the James Brown
I still wear the same crown, light-skin or light-brown
I still dick her right down, hit her with the pipe bomb
Some niggas like fight crime, some niggas like to fight fair
Some niggas got the right time, you ask him he'll say "Time'll tell"
Some niggas think they're icons, some bitches think that I care
Niggas got a iPhone, some niggas had a SkyTel
Niggas really pythons, I'm watching out for myself
Tattoos, black skin, red eyes, blonde hair
Lyin' there, lookin' like, "Aww, yeah", lawn chair
Jump right off the Con-Air and landed on the time-share
I wear Versace eyeware, feelin' like top shelf
Cool as two Ls and rock bells hot as Scottsdale
Bombshell

Blackin' out, blackin' out, we on the drugs
Blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out
All the guns, blackin' out, blackin' out, black-black-blackin' out
On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out (bow!)
Yeah, blackin' out, blackin' out, we on the drugs
Blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out
All the guns, blackin' out, blackin' out, black-black-blackin' out
On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out
That's some sick shit

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Suwu lyrics - Lil Wayne

Yeah, I really don't wear shades when I do my verses
But uh, sometimes I don't want to see my words
This for you, Six shit
Yeah, hello?
(Free BLACK)
Brrr, Hello?
Fuck it, fuck it, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Dedication 6

Roses are red, our eyes are too, yeah
The pillows, the bed, the light bulbs too, Suwu
The scarf on my head and her drawers too
None of this shit she heard before
My lies all new, true
I cross my heart, I won't cross you, damn
Ride me so good I need horse shoes, ohh
Eat that shit out like some soul food, yeah
Cut the shit down, you'll hear old Tune, brrp
She come to my house and I got drugs laying 'round
So easy to pick up, and they so hard to put down
Gift and a curse
And she don't mind fucking with girls
As long as Tiffany's first
Hello, fuck it

That's my little baby, that's my little baby
She get a little brazy, but she still wavy (Suwu)
That's my little baby, that's my little baby
She get a little faded, but she still savin' (Fuck you)

Roses are red, our eyeballs too
We go from the sofa, to floor, to the bed, these nice walls too
Roses are red, our skin tone too, yeah
Let's go off to space, the way stars do, (Pewm)
We gone, it's all in our heads, and our hearts too, (Vroom)
I'm gone, she waiting in bed for that part two, (Skrt)
I'm back, and we argue all morning, fuck all noon, (Err-Ehh)
That's what the bed and the walls do
He-Hello? She come to my house and I got guns laying 'round
But, she treat each one of them like it's her own child
Gift and the curse
And she don't mind fuckin' with girls as long as Tiffany's first
Hello, fuck it (Suwu)
Roses are red and my stones too
The roses are dead and my phone too
Damn, I'm changing her life, her ringtone too
Cut that shit down, you'll hear old Tune

That's my little baby, that's my little baby
She-she get a little brazy, but your bitch basic
That's my little baby, that's my little baby
She said, "Fuck that nigga, baby
I'm your real baby"
That's my little baby, that's my little baby
She get a little faded, but she steal safely

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My Dawg lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. HoodyBaby)

[HoodyBaby:]
That's my dog for sure
That's my dawg
We pullin' up in the Rolls
Me and my dawg (me and my dawg)
To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you hoes
To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you hoes

HoodyBaby really, really rich
HoodyBaby pull up with the clique (hello)
Hoody creepin' rollin' with the six
Now I'm in a 'Rari bumping Nip
Black and yellow bitches on my stick
Black and yellow, treat me like I'm Wiz
Hustle in Atlanta like I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
College bitch tweakin' for my dick
Hit her college park like I'm Tit
I want turkey pasta with the shrimp
That ain't have shit to do with this
30 bitches tellin' me I'm the shit
Juice man screamin' 32
Juice man screamin' 32
O.J. know my number's 36
Diamonds crip walking on my chest
Sent a package right to Bouldercrest
I heard your boy sippin Quali, y'all some qualiticians
Yeah we politic, but fuck a politician
You be smokin' Bobby Brown, new edition

[Lil Wayne:]
Run off with your bitch, she change her number
Run into another bitch and fumble
Money talkin' more than Bryant Gumbel
Too much shit on my mind, I need a plumber
Made love to a whore and changed my number
Pull up on a boat like I'm Columbus
Tongue all in her throat, all in her tunnel
Pussy monster, I'ma need a muzzle
Wake up Sunday night and go to LIV
A bitch back at the crib tryna live
A pool in the back, I let her swim
I give her phone back and let her film
Free will like the goodwill
She real thick, waist real lil
Weed real bright, it look teal
Coke real white, it look clear
0 to 100 to a mill
From nothin' to somethin' to a big deal
Got to keep it trill in the field
I ain't Cash Money no more
And I put some carats on my bitch's wrist
Put some carats on my bitch's fist
Put some carats in my bitch's ears
I came fast money, let's go
And my heart goes out to Vegas, keep it real
I just met some strippers on the strip
Flew 'em to Miami, take a trip
Flew 'em back to Vegas with some gifts
That's just how it is, is, is
Ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga rich
I feel like satan, nigga lit
Dedication 6-6-6
G-Wagon on six wheels
They in they feelings, fuck how niggas feel
Coke in the car, man it's no more bills
Im sippin that Evander Holyseal
This is that codeine overkill
My mud colder than Soldier Field
In love but all these hoes is weird
These hair triggers, I might grow a beard
Brazy ass but you know the drill
I'm way up there, you right over here
Have you ever seen the light hit my grill?
I stand there and smile in the mirror
Snap my fingers, dollars appear
Out of nowhere and I don't do L's
And I married the mob when I was like twelve
Turned out well, like Tom and Giselle
Ain't reading texts 'cause I'm reading checks
I don't text 'cause that is finger sex
Then I'm turning off my ringer next
Airplane mode, no I'ma need a jet
I'm dope babe, I need a needle set
Chains rock it, can't see the neck
Pockets crowded like the Beatles set
I drop it off and gave Ms. Cita that
Whip milky, I'ma sip filthy
I sip this shit just like it's healthy
Who spilt it, wait my bitch guilty?
Uber, Uber; she'll be missed dearly
Sincerely, yeah it's yours truly
Call me Tune, the hoes call me Tunechi
Rockin' Louis while the pot brewin'
With a Chinese bitch that look like thot suey
Told the straight hoes I'm taken
Told the gay hoes I'm vacant
Took some diamonds out her old bracelet
Put 'em on the quotes in my statements
I'm a born slanger, a born slanger
One more time, I'm a born slanger
Draco like a volcano
You can fuck around and get your stars spangled
Burberry, yeah your bitch staring
I look very good, good very
It ain't all about the werewolf
It's all about what the wolf wearing
You a popped cherry, yeah a Cherry Bomb
We everywhere like the Marriott
Shots sprayed like Malaria
Hit your head like a Triceratops
For my dawg, I'll kill you and your ho
Yeah, me and my dawg, we put another on the road
Hold up my female dawg, she 'bout to put on a show
But to get my dawg back, I'd give up all of these hoes
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Yeezy Sneakers lyrics - Lil Wayne

Dedication 6...
This that 6 shit...

You ain't gotta lie to me
But you might have to lie for me
You might have to trap for me
You know I got mouths to feed
You know they got bitches that'd die to be
The bitch that'll die for me

Strap doves to a body and fly to me
But you get too high to me
And you don't even believe in Yeezus
Why you wearing Yeezy sneakers
She ain't never swallowed semen
I don't even believe her speeches
You can't even keep a secret
Why you have Victoria Secret
You don't even believe in peace
I'm fucking you with both my fingers

Maybe, I'm out your league, bitch
You know there's no more me's bitch
You need to show more cleavage
V-neck polo tees, bitch
You need to patch your weave, bitch
You need to pack your things, bitch
You on some "I had a dream" shit
It's back to reality, bitch
She don't even roll the weed
All she do is roll her eyes
All she know is social media
We don't even socialize
I feel like North Korea
Even though we oceanside
All I say is "mama-mia"
She don't even know her moms
All she say is "This your pussy"
She say that to most of the guys
She don't even know it's dry
I can't even open fire
She don't even close her eyes
She don't even close the blinds
She spit all over the D
I'm sticky like porcupines
She don't even compromise
I still make her cum three times
I still make her snort some lines
And make her look so surprised
I still her make her recognize
Make her exercise to a sexier size
Then I tell her how to tell her better lies
Now her extra guys think she never lie
We got a better bond, we have a better time
She got a wetter pine
I cum ahead of time and a second time
And in record time, I'm a New Orleans nigga
I make a second line, I'm a Megatron
I got her legs up like the Omega sign
And I know she rolling 'cause I checked her tires
Then I checked her eyes, she a little rough around the edges, fine
Like Checkers fries
And the X was mine
She requested five
So I gave her twenty, told her stretch the high
We had sex 'til nine, ate breakfast tired
Fell asleep eye-to-eye, on her thigh
Then she woke up like "Oh my God" and tried to rectify
But if you naked, why?
If you mesmerized, be mesmerized
If you scared to love, I'm death-defying
Got to make your mind, I'ma make the guap
Got to take your time, I'ma take the shot
I'ma wake the block, I'ma break the lock
Then rape your thot, then shake the spot
I'ma shake your hand when I see you out
I'ma shake my head when you turn around
Cops shake they head when they see your house
We shot it up, but look like we burned it down
Hor-Horror scene, bitch
Everyday Halloween, bitch
Kidnap, hide and seek, bitch
I'm a legend like Socrates, bitch
I aim at your collard green, bitch
Bada-boom, bada-bing, bitch
I'm looking for a solid, clean bitch
I told her "Look, honestly", bitch

You ain't gotta lie to me
But you might have to lie for me
You might have to trap for me
You know I got mouths to feed
You know they got bitches that'll die to be
The bitch that'd die for me

Sticking to a nigga like Siamese
And you just on the side of me
And you don't even like Adidas
Why you wearing Yeezus sneakers?
She ain't never had a threesome
I don't even believe her speeches
She don't even believe in freedom
But all she giving me is freebies
You don't even believe in peace
I'm fucking her with both my fingers

Six shit
To be continued...
D6!
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mixtape: "In Tune We Trust" (2017)



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Loyalty lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda, HoodyBaby)

[Gudda Gudda:]
Ok, I'm shining, beaming, glossing
Big timing, stunting and flossing
Dangerous, approach with caution
If I sneeze, you in a coffin
Chasing paper, we do that often
Two bad bitches, thick like horses
Let 'em snort cocaine at a party
Leave 'em stiff like rigormortis
Don't try to race, this car got horses
The pint we drink, it costs a mortgage
Flow so dope, man, you can't copy
You can't bite it, you can't forge it
I got bars with more in storage
Watch me blossom, watch me flourish
If you try to touch my porridge
You will feel my chucks like Norris
All my bitches think I'm gorgeous
Get a massage while I'm recording
Single like a dollar bill
I am a free man, call me Morgan
Come and slob on my knob like corn on the cob
Check in with me and go and do your job
Now lay in the bed and then give me head
I don't have to ask, I don't have to beg
Yeah, I'm bumping Three Six Mafia in the Phantom of the Opera
Choppers from Yugoslavia, bake niggas like talapia
LAT, Young Money mafia
Try but it ain't no stopping us
Why? We back by popular demand
Quit baller-blocking us
Lord Gudda, praise a nigga
MOB, I'm brazy, nigga
Hard at work, I'm slaving, nigga
Yeah, surfs up, I'm wavy, nigga
Percocet and adderall, man, I could walk on water
I got a son, his name Jaylen and he want all your daughters
I'm a landmine, got this by a landslide, I'm racing, nigga
Cruise control, I'm pacing nigga
Turn around, I'm waving, nigga

[HoodBaby:]
There's a Glock clocked by my pantsline
Young dread head, throwing gang signs
I got bands like it's band time
Posted up at granny house, trappin' off the landmine
What's all that hootin' and hollerin'?
I'm who bring the dollars in
Drop the top, it was botherin'
Now go let your mother in
The cocaine from Colombia, the chopper is sovereign
Got a house full of bricks, you can call it remodelin'
Bitch, grow up, it's only head if you swallowin'
Baby, get to geekin', get to geekin' and gobblin'
Your friends think I'm bad, they must be looking for trouble then
It's a foam party, I be bustin' they bubbles then
Then I hop in the whip, make a plan on some bricks
My homies say pull up, we just came up on a lick
I'm in the ends with the sticks, it's the revenge of the Crips
Hoe, you know it's OHB, I brought the gang in this bitch

[Lil Wayne:]
Hoe, you know it's LAT, we almost famous, lil bitch
On our toes and on our feet like Usher Raymond, lil bitch
And you know Lil Wayne is the shit and you straining and shit
Fat head, long, like she 'bout to strangle this dick
I got more bang bang in a stick than butane in a vic
I got my whole gang gang in this bitch and you came with a bitch
I got more purple rain than Prince and more cocaine than Mitch
I got more shit and piss and make more money than cents (sense)
She got more hips than tits, she got more tricks than tips
She put my name on her tongue and then she licks her lips
LW, Lil Wayne, to them, to her, that's length and width
Kill you for me, she will like Jada Pinkett Smith
It's the return of the Blood, 'bout to turn up and thug
We wan' know who got the chicken and show the colonel the gun
Man, my dirty-ass stripper take a bath in ones
Make her milk these fuckin' niggas like some Cap'n Crunch
Motherfuckers try to test me, I ain't cram for one
All these fuckin' karats on me, bitch, I'm Rabbit son
Happy birthday, I already got the gift of gab at one
Motherfuckers run they mouth until they cramp they tongue
Play pussy, get fucked; play ass, get stuck
Playtime is over, that ass is grass and now that grass get cut
Duct tape and we quackin' up then beat 'em with more bats
Than a vampires and Draculas, ashes to ashes to dust
Buried just for staring, yellow tape like canaries
We all bite and no talk, my sharks breaking your aquarium
Out of the ordinarys and went to the art of hustling
When you see them thieves coming
Know that loyalty's amongst them
LAT
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Magnolia (Freestyle) lyrics - Lil Wayne

(Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)

Uh
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Yeah, Stunna number block
This New Orleans milly rock
Let 'em milly rock
Me and woe don't really rock
Evidently not, brrrr
Yeah, tell 'em it's the ROC
In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks
I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
I did a show with Ja
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped
Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon' drop
The bitches' drawers gon' drop, and then the call's gon' drop
Hello?
I ball too hard, they flop, woah
And all of these bitches got ass
How did they get it so fast?
They ain't have that in the past, I still smash
In L.A. they gettin' shots, bitch I know the docs
M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock

Hollup, I ain't from the 'Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah

And I, fuck, these, hoes
If, I, don't, doze
Off, on, that drank
If I, do, bitch you to blame, coochie lame
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
Big bank, take lil' bank, you know the game
All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter
The fireman and fire starter, need water
Woo, all of your bitches, they poo
All of my bitches, they're new
They got more bitches than you
All of these hoes is gon' loose
But my bitch keep me in the loop
She blow me like hot Campbell's soup
My woadies come out like a troop
Innocent bystander, oops
Ain't tryin' might find out your fruits
I'm in a pineapple coupe
Passin' you up like juke
Turnin' heads like a screw
Give that ho a tip
Enough to buy a whip
Give that ho some sip
She fall asleep, I dip
I'm rich, bitch
Money, Mitch
What's in that, bag?
14, bricks
You got 14 bricks in that bag?
Used to, used to drive a Masi'
Used to be locked up, with the dude that stopped Ashanti
Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
Tell your bitch I'm Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley
I'm kamikaze-in' you niggas, Ronda Rousey
It's New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't dropped, uh
Waitin' for Carter 5 to drop, uh
It's the, it's the Roc, uh
Tell them bitches it's the Roc, yeah, yeah
I'm throwin' up the Roc, yeah

I ain't from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
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Fireworks lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jeezy)

[Young Jeez:]
(Ear Drummers!)
Yeah, yeah
[Lil Wayne:]
Mike WiLL Got-It

Yeah, uh

[Jeezy:]
Yeah the flow is ice cold, but I'm a hot boy
You out here fuckin' anything then you's a thot, boy (damn)
What you call a dozen bricks? A bouquet, nigga (woo)
Only trust them two letters, AK, nigga (boom)
Yola whippin', I'm the chef, gourmet, nigga (Young)
That Rollie lookin' like it's doin' ballet, nigga (dance)
House six stories, nigga, that's a true story (story)
Rafaela Cuban linkin', call me 2: 40
Yeah I swear these thirsty bitches need to drink some water (water)
I'm just tryna put a hundred mil' up for my daughter (daughter)
Straight player, yeah I think I got that from my father (uh)
Coupe don't cost a half a mil', dawg don't even bother
Catch-catch me with the gang, gang, I'm gang affiliated (hey)
If I want it, go get it, never hesitated (never hesitated, uh)
I can stretch that 28 a long way, nigga (yeah)
I can count these blue hundreds all day, nigga

[Lil Wayne:]
Big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
I'm the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, poppin' shit all day, nigga
Fireworks, big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
Whip the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, whip the shit all day, nigga

Whip it like a big booty bitch
Like a cup of coffee with a spoon in it
There's a pot of gold, no food in it
Culinary arts like the students in
I'm the teacher, baby, Chef Tunechi in
And I whip it hard if it come easy
Whip it up like I'm Young Jeezy
Free pussy and Free Meechie
Big smoke got me deep breathin'
Deep dick got her sweet dreamin'
You ain't shit, you just pre-season
You ain't lit, you just pre-heated
Can't quit, I'ma keep leanin'
Smoke gas, I'ma keep premium
Green, green, in the money scene, yeah
Dope man with a hundred needles
No ass ever come between us
Dirty cash, not a money cleaner
Use the black card to split the coke
Jungle fever, cheatin' on the Visa
Speakin' of jungle, bitch work at Cheetahs
Had stripes since my first Adidas
Bought pints now I purchase liters
Shark bite, I'm a person eater
Walk light on the dirt beneath you
I'm in the throne and you in the bleachers
All day long, even on the weekends
Get off my lawn, cuttin' on the sprinklers, yeah

Big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga
Yeah, I'm the shit all day, nigga
Yeah, presidential suite or the penthouse

Black skinny jeans, get the lint out
Damn, I left my lint roller at your bitch's house
That's his house
She sent some nude pics for me to pick out
The pussy fat and clean like a pig, I'ma pig out
Yeah I'm Blood, but I got some cool Crips that I can send out
Ain't no loose lips, take the cruise ship, ain't tryna swim out
Brrrt, brrrt, that the money counter, let it print out
Brrrt, brrrt, that's the Uzi, we call it big mouth
Huh, I lost my mind but I'm still mastermindin'
Tryna find the silver linin', find 'em, pat 'em, line 'em
Cut his head off, cut his arms off, look like Aphrodite
Young Money all day, nigga, and mañana

Yeah, big house, long hallways (okay)
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
I'm the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, poppin' shit all day, nigga
Fireworks, big house, long hallways (yeah)
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga
Yeah, with your bitch all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, give her dick all day, that's how it works

[Lil Wayne (Jeezy):]
I store that cocaine on that gutta bitch
Yeah, they can't check her left and right
Ooh, my boo, yeah, no one's fuckin' with it
Uh, I got 'em bathin' like they elephants
Fireworks
Give her dick all day, yeah that's how it works
(All day, nigga)
Coppin' shit all day, nigga, fireworks
Mula
Mula, baby
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Mula Gang lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jay Jones, HoodyBaby, Euro)

[Jay Jones:]
Man, starting five when it's game time
Talking drugs on my main line
That's a strange sign, I can't really trust you
Ain't have a clue that I was working so hard to get where I'm at
I can vision this shit, had a dream
Call me Jay Luther King
Now I woke up and I'm living this shit
Time change, people change too
Never let the people change you
Pack made it safe, we straight
Pull off in a cocaine coupe
Got two snow bunnies with me
One Becky one named Sue
Sue don't really do what Becky do
Becky sexual with the crew (gang)
2000 at HollyGrove
This the year of the Mula
I put that on Mula
Pull out the passports, fuck a city hoe
I need a bitch from Aruba
She say my dick like a ruler
She lemme fuck her medula
Then I pass that hoe to Euro
When it come to head, that hoe better than Super
I'm gone

[Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
Wait, I think I'm made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo'
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang

[Euro:]
Check
I'ma do 'em like Big Meech
This strip club's in '03
Like when MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT
Keith Moore with a low fade
Fiends still in the Stone Age
Goons in the crowd strapped ho
They don't clap while I'm on stage!
Side talk, I'm immune to
Been the new kid in the new school
I ain't too fond of the new school
I'm an old soul in a young man
Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through
Two cokes still a hot boy
But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge 'till I beat whoever I lose to
We the ones who had good girls, by the pool snortin' up lines
I'm the reason all the bad college bitches never showed up on time
We the one who had Cristiano in Japan throwing up signs
Born to lose but I built up, always knew growing up
I think I'm made for this shit

[Jay Jones:]
Wait, I think I'm made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo'
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang

[HoodyBaby:]
I'm Steph Curry I'm Wardell
I'm all hell, when the Warriors come out to play ya'll all fail
I got fish scale, I got four scales
I'm the nigga in the city pushing dope deals
Hoodybaby in the kitchen when the smoke clears
I can clear 200, 000 like my throat, yeah
I make it rumble in the jungle where koalas lie
Bitches call me Hoody bear, I'm koala-fied
Oh that went over your head? I'm over qualified
Really make them guns fly, bitch I'm stuck in overdrive
Trick or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide
All this trapping in my Jesus piece like show you right

[Lil Wayne:]
L-A-T
Moms just hard on me with grades
Had to turn them B's to A's
Now I'm turning words to paper
Turning birds to haters fry their wings and legs
I prefer a lake, I deserve a raise
Should be overpaid, I just toast the bread
I ain't burn the bread
Man the Golden State turning more than heads
Take it in my hand, turn it into bread
Got the golden dreads, got me on the meds
Had a talk with Tez about me on the meds
Forgot the shit he said, Le Mantra on the ears
Don't try to son me Reg
I'll knock ya off the ledge
I'll pop off on sketch
Praying like pledge, bullets gon' spread
Catch 'em like Dez, all in ya ass
Handguns in the console
I'm a shark in the fishbowl
Running plays on my rich hoes
Sunny days in the North Pole
I'm a play, play my part hoe
Turn a rock to the charcoal
Heart thrives but my heart closed
Short ride on a long road
Long days and them long nights
Big dogs and we all bite
Big words just all hype
Small talk, large price
Alright, not nice
Heart cold, hot ice
She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, drops mic
Stop light, stop running your mouth 'fore I run in your mouth
From a hundred dollas to a hundred of commas
Got fuckin problems, tryna figure 'em out
Niggas run in your house waiting on my count
Bitches in they house waiting on my call
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang
Yes Lord
I think I'm made for this shit

[Jay Jones:]
Wait, I think I'm made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo'
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Gang, gang
Mula Gang
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"T-Wayne" (2017)



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He Rap He Sang lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne


[T-Pain:]
Wayne I'ma hold you down on this rap shit, mane

Ha, once again it's on
My respect level now is unheard of
Niggas was laughin' now they wish they never heard of him
Now they gon' learn to respect me, bruh
A lick a shot, 9 millis get burned in their retina
Have that lead come out the back of your head
One word is what I said, click clack and you're dead
Put one more of them claps in the back of your leg
I hit ya arm, leg, leg, arm, head
Damn, if you was just a version of Pain
Just think of me as the R&B version of Wayne
But since we're doin' the same thing now it's no difference
Ice grill, hood niggas put your dentures in
He so sweet make her wanna lick the singer
So me and Weezy gang bang her
Pullin' on my roots, I had to hang her, whip her
Tallahassee dick her, I'm back on the map

[T-Pain & Lil Wayne:]
'Cause he rap, he sang
And he do, his thang
And he does, he does
Everything you wish you was, it's T-Wayne
It's T-Pain
Bang, bang
He rap, he sang
And he do, his thang
And he does, he does
Everything you wish you was, it's T-Wayne
Alright, bang, bang
Weezy

[Lil Wayne:]
It's the white cup dranker
Baby I'm a trapper turnt rapper turnt sanger
Darlin', suwoo to the bangers
If you want beef, I'll cook that angus
And... thank God I'm famous
'Cause a lot of these ballers'd be around here chainless
But I made bling bling
Yeah, ching, ching
Any sorry ass rap nigga, nigga wanna sing
I'm in love with a stripper
And I send shots like the bartender
And I'm like bitch ain't me get in line with the rest
'Cause even the best say Weezy the best
Okay shawty gettin' handsome with Lil Wizane, Lilzane
It's a Lil Wayne and a whole lot of Pain
You know what I'm sayin'? Like...
I'm mind rockin' models with a bottle, if you can't swallow
Shut up, bitch, gargle, that's the motto, holla

He rap, he do
He does
Everything you wish you was, it's T-Pain, baby
He rap, he do
He does
Everything you wish you was, it's T-Pain, babe
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Listen To Me lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne

[T-Pain:]
Oompa loompa doompa dee doo
I've got a perfect puzzle for you
Oompa loompa dooma dee dee
If you are wise you'll listen to me
If you are wise you'll listen to me
Hey
If you are wise you'll listen to me
Hey
They said they did it before Wayne, not like this!
They tryna stop us, Wayne! They can't do it, man, this is T-Wayne
Tell these fuck niggas that this is what we doompety doo
Hahaha, hey! Hey!
If you're fuckin' with Wayne then you're gon' get the T
If you are wise you'll listen to me

If you was wise enough to get wise and wise up and listen
You wack niggas wouldn't sound so fuckin' insufficient
I'm fishin' for some bitches to give me some Southern fixins
Fucked her good and when I finished, left her belly button glistenin'
This isn't just one of them rappin' R&B niggas
I'm fuckin' with Tha Bizness, some of the hardest beat rippers
Fuckin' with Lil Wayne then you're gon' get the T
If you are wise you'll listen to me
It's like oompa loompa, I am on my new job
Gettin' at your girlfriend, liftin' up her tube top
Call your lady super lube, givin' niggas lube jobs
I'm Teddy Pain, my money long like a tube sock
I'm cold as fuck but I am also what and who's hot
So I'm obligated to authorize what and who's not
You think I'm wack, but one day you're gon' see
If you are wise you'll listen to me

[Lil Wayne:]
Straight out the backseat of the dually with the toolie
I am truly unruly, mic check, one two me
It is money mouth colder
Smokin' like runnin' hot water
Better yet like runnin' hot lava
I am somethin' like a barber 'cause I'll cut your fuckin' head off
And if I'm in the buildin', I've been mothafuckin' paid off
Let me take my shades off so I can fuckin' see, and bitch
If you are wise you'll listen to me
Yeah, shawty got that rebel rap
Where-where-where your shovel at?
I take a trip to hell and nigga I'ma bring the devil back
And if you want some trouble I can have my people schedule that
Damn your face clear, that's 'cause it's up in Reynold's Wrap
This ain't no Nintendo rap 'cause I don't play no games
Bitch I murder, kill, rob, steal, and fuck on the same watch
That mean at the same time, and my nina sang fine
And I got that alto, that's that T-Pain kind

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DAMN DAMN DAMN lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne

[Lil Wayne:]
You know I give shawty the business
You know I'ma give mama the business

Like woah, woah, woah
Like woah, woah, woah
And I was like woah, woah, woah
And she was like damn, damn, damn
And I hit her with the wham, wham, wham

Ah, like hey lil mama
What you say lil mama?
Can you stay lil mama?
I'll pay lil mama
No women I ain't trying no finger
But I shout real deep in ya
And I was doing what alpha
I gotta do it for
You, you, you, you, ooh
That's what you say when I do
When I do, do, do, do you, ooh, ooh, ooh

And it was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And I was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And she was like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
'Cause I hit her with the wham, wham, wham, wham, wham, wham

Like wait lil mama
Can I take you on a date lil mama?
If I had my way lil mama
We'd be dating every day lil mama
Like wait lil mama
We could go to my estate lil mama
You know I ate lil mama
Like a straight piranha
I face your flower
And I taste your flower
And I take your flower
And never give it back to
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

And it was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And I was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And she was like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
'Cause I hit her with the wham, wham, wham, wham, wham, wham

[T-Pain:]
I said hey there shawty
Look what I bought ya
It's the brand new Ferrari
Equipped with no top-a
And I'ma get something for that
Yeah you already know that
Put on my old glass
And baby I'ma give it to you, you, you
Give it to you, you, you, ooh, ooh, ooh
Now what we gon' do, do, do, do-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

And it was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And I was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And she was like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
'Cause I hit her with the wham, wham, wham, wham, wham, wham

So break it on down
Break it on down
Shit, damn
Damn
Bet you know my name
It's Lil Pain, and T-Wayne
What we gon' do, do, do
What we gon' do, do, do

[T-Pain & Lil Wayne:]
And she was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And she was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And she was like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
'Cause I hit her with the wham, wham, wham, wham, wham, wham
Break it on down
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Waist Of A Wasp lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne

[T-Pain:]
Hey
Whoo, sup girl?
Say Wayne
[Lil Wayne:]
What up dog?
[T-Pain:]
You saw to that?
[Lil Wayne:]
I see her, I see her, I see her, I see her
[T-Pain:]
Hahaha, sop you up with a biscuit

Lately I been tryin' to stop lyin'
But I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't blinded by that ass girl
And I would go to hell as well
If I said you didn't smell like Victoria's Secret when you passed girl
And the plaid skirt you got on
Let's a nigga know you just might have some class girl
So you gotta have you some brain
And with all do respect then you got'sta pass it to Pain
Got'sta pass it to Wayne
And if Wayne pass you on then he pass you to Mac Mane
I could take you solo for dolo
Have you gettin' out of the Lamborghini in slow-mo
But I ain't tryna butter you up
I'm tryna fuck you in the kitchen, let me butter you up
Where's my manners?
Which one you like? Butter or syrup?
Let me show you what your miss butter is worth

[T-Pain (Lil Wayne):]
Ohh what it is?
Baby don't act stupid (Oh no)
Come on now let's do this
Got the waste of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And she already know what it is
Baby you're so perfect (So perfect)
So I know I'm 'bout to murk it (I'm bout to murk it)
Got the waste of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And she already know what it is

[Lil Wayne:]
Shawty want a real nigga
Construction hat Weezy, I'ma build with her
She be my meal after I have a meal with her
Then I deal with her
Now won't you shake like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse, scream and holler 'til you lose your voice
Promise I know how to love
Know what to do with your heart
Shawty you so much of a target
I hit you with a dart
Umm bullseye baby
Ooh aah baby
Can I stick my finger in your apple pie baby?
I know everybody want a piece of the pie
But you know that they ain't greedy as I
Now won't you do it like I told you
Send a pic or download it
'Cause I promise in the Sidekick you got your own folder
If you keep fuckin' with me, you gon' get your own chauffeur
But first put your legs on my shoulders

[T-Pain (Lil Wayne):]
Ohh what it is?
Baby don't act stupid (Oh no)
Come on now let's do this (Let's do this)
Got the waste of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And she already know what it is
Baby you're so perfect (So perfect)
So I know I'm 'bout to murk it (I'm bout to murk it)
Got the waste of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And she already know what it is

[Lil Wayne:]
Now usually I don't go the whole first 9
With a girl on the very first night
But you got the fire to make a nigga feel
Like you supposed to be a niggas wife
And technically I don't believe in fallin' in love
If the love don't don't end with love
So with you I'm gon' begin with love
Yeah
And really I don't be goin' out like that no more unless it's to shop
But with you I wanna go to the top
Now what you, what you think about that?
What you think about that?
What you think about that?
What you think about that?

[T-Pain (Lil Wayne):]
Ohh what it is?
Baby don't act stupid (Oh no)
Come on now let's do this (Let's do this)
Got the waste of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And she already know what it is
Baby you're so perfect (So perfect)
So I know I'm 'bout to murk it (I'm bout to murk it)
Got the waste of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And she already know what it is

Baby don't act stupid (Oh no)
(Oh baby no)
Come on now let's do this (This)
Got the waste of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And she already know what it is
(Bitch it's T-Wayne)
Baby you're so perfect
So I know I'm 'bout to murk it (Young Mula baby)
Got the waste of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And she already know what it is

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Oh Yeah lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne

Bitch
Yeah
Been drankin' a little bit
What you wanna say girl?
"Oh yeah"
What you gon' say girl?
"Oh yeah"
Gon' and tell the room girl
"Oh yeah"

[T-Pain:]
Bitch
They call me M.C. Boombox
'Cause when I got a bitch I just boom box
Send her home with no shoes and 2 socks
Keep the shit real like The Boondocks
"Oh yeah"
So call my Teddy McGruger
"Oh yeah"
If her nigga act up then I'ma let out the Ruger
"Oh yeah"
I done ripped this bitch up
Call me Freddy the Kreuger
"Oh yeah"
She won't go to sleep, she stay up watchin' me on computers
Damn, she infatuated
Fell in love with my swag and how fast I ate it
But it's not out of the norm
When I bring the dick storm all these bitches be so fascinated
And they say
"Oh yeah"
Yeah bitch what you tryna say?
"Oh yeah"
What I had you sayin' all day?
"Oh yeah"
I got a bitch from New Orleans she said
"Aww Yay"
Yeah bitch I know, that's what they all say
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Breathe lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne

Ba-ba-bangladesh

[Lil Wayne:]
Okay, I know it sound crazy, but I will love my lady
Even if she went crazy like a Theraflu patient
You're my Pamela Anderson, I'm your Tommy Lee
We break up every year like T.O. break up teams
I love the way you used to break up all my weed
We'd smoke, we'd drink, then we reach ecstacy
God damn! She got the best of me
808 and Heartbreaks got me drinking extra lean

Gangstas don't ask they just let it be
Too many tears that I would drown, so I'mma let you breathe
Gangstas don't ask they just let it be
Too many tears that I would drown, so I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

[Lil Wayne (Shanell):]
And I remember everything, baby
Traffic jam, remember me like, baby
Yeah, it might hurt, but it's a sweet pain, baby
I know I got you over be my keychain, baby
It's a G thang, she got a G-Strang
Ooh, but she ain't choose to wear it this evening
Now let the beat bang, just let the beat bang
And shawty, yeah, it might hurt, but it's a sweet pain
Weezy (Baby)

Too many tears that I would drown, so I'mma let you breathe
(Baby)
Too many tears that I would drown, so I'mma let you breathe

[Lil Wayne:]
I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

Ohhhhh, ohhhhh
I don't need that hoe no more
Cause I got a shawty from the west side
She tell me let's drive, and she let me
He take the wheel of her sex drive
We pick up Keisha, she on the East Side
And then the three of us do-do-do it three times
Ohhhhh, ohhhhh
I don't need that hoe no more (Ba-ba-bangladesh)

[T-Pain:]
Okay, let's go, listen, aye
I party in the U.S.A. call me Teddy Montana
Yellow Bugatti could've drove you bananas
If you gon' leave, hol' up, let me get my camera
My new bitch finer, lick that jelly out, jam ya
And the head game sick like cancer
Upside down, porn star, breakdancer
I go H.A.M. on Mariah Carey-looking hoes
So all of them bitches call me MC Hammer
Ha, so I'mma say you dead wrong
And I can't hear you like I got on Dr. Dre headphones
Whoever you with, have fun
Cause I know he can't make that pussy talk
So until we meet again, shawty, just go 'head and walk

[T-Pain (Shanell):]
(Walk, walk, walk, walk)
Go 'head and walk, (walk, walk, walk)
Just go head and walk

[Lil Wayne:]
Too many tears that I would drown, so I'mma let you breathe
Too many tears that I would drown, so I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

[T-Pain {Lil Wayne} (Shanell):]
{Too many tears that I would drown, so I'mma let you breathe
Weezy} (Baby)
Oh okay, T-Peezy (Baby)
{Lil Weezy} (Baby), T-Peezy (Baby)
{Weezy} (Baby), Peezy (Baby)
Yeeaaahh
It's T-Wayne, man
Breathe
So I'mma let you breathe
And I'mma let em breathe
T-Wayne, he rap, he sangs
Okay, Young Mula Baby
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