Don't Like lyrics - Lil Wayne


Girls that don’t do girls,
That’s that shit I don't like
Dick in the mouth,
Bitch eatin’ her out,
That’s that shit my girl like
I’m layin’ back with my feet up, bad bitch: D cups
All I had was one mile and she took half: prenup
I just licked my thumb and thumbed through that pussy like a catalog
All my niggas wanna fuck, and she gon let us like a salad bar
Yeah that’s right, real shit
Murderer I kill kill
Cash Money, cash cow that never cry over spilled milk
I’m way high on the highway, my girl call to get my lies straight
My machine gun go “brrrrr” like I got that bitch on vibrate
Niggas think they hot, I cut off the hand they fan with
Call me DMX, cause I keep me a bad bitch
T called some of them hoes up, Marley G roll up
I’m gettin’ bread like cold cuts, she suck dick till her nose run, yeah

A rich nigga that that shit they don’t like
All you niggas pussies, naw none of yo pussy’s tight
Gettin’ head while I drive make me run lights
These hoes wanna ride my dick you gotta hitchhike
No lie, I’m fuckin’ bitches and gettin’ paid
She suck my dick for 60 seconds and swallow all my Minute Maid
No lie, I’m gettin’ paid and fuckin’ bitches
The Feds on me, gotta switch plates:
In the streets we call that washin’ dishes
Left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on the nine-milly
T-roll my blunt long as a lifespan then I kill it
Eatin’ pussy, tongue kissin’ and all that
She ridin’ a nigga so fast, my dick feel like it’s been carjacked
Two guns drawn, art class, what that is thats y’all ass
Mo money, mo money, we gettin’ mo like tall grass

We are not one and the same
Blood is the game, you run in my veins
I bagged your bitch then fuck her
Now come get your bitch from baggage claim, nigga!
Dr. Carter, fuck her harder
All my homies bald, nigga
And guess what? I’m the barber
I’m too high if I come down my fat pockets my shock absorber
Like Hang Gathers I’m a diaballer, you flamin’ faggots put him out with water
Ugh! See that’s that shit I don’t like
Knock off your whole left side, now you all right
Yeah white diamonds, Vanilla Ice
My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice
Dedication 4, ho
(My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice)
CB fuck with me!

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No Lie lyrics - Lil Wayne


[Intro]
Hey turn the music up
It sound like I’m loud as fuck and the music’s not
I don’t like that

[Verse 1]
I am sippin’ on that lean, don’t bring me no bottles hoe
I make it rain so hard, flowers grow, Hollygrove
Four baby mamas, no baby mama drama
Bad bitch at home sleepin, I go home and sleep behind her, uh
Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man
I’m sittin’ on these muthafuckin’ millions like a beanbag
Fuck you, don’t judge me, drug me then love me
Eat me some pussy when I got the munchies
I’m trippin’, tell Pippen, to beam me up Scottie
Got pounds of that kush watch me go on a diet
That’s no lie, I’m so high, you pussy ass niggas Massengill
I got them yellow xanax, I slipped on a banana peel
Trukfit t-shirt, blunt dipped in syrup
Pass that weed around like some fuckin’ hors d’oeuvres
Man I’m shit faced and your bitch facin’
She high too, fuckin’ right
My number one F-A-N, you know what that mean, Fuck All Night, ugh

Yeah, I’ma let that breathe
Let that breathe

[Verse 2]
Uh, nigga I fucked that bitch that’s with ya
And she send me naked pictures
If I was you I wouldn’t kiss her, you know why?
You know why, yeah, uh, now all my bad bitches say word
You ain’t never jocked no nigga, you ain’t never sweat no nigga
Yeah, you don’t want none of these niggas
Bitch, I ain’t one of these niggas, ho
I be doin’ my own thing, red bone with a tongue-ring
We get home and she go straight for that head, gun range
Fuck your feelings I’m feelin’ me, you want real? That’s real as me
Mask on, trick-or-treat, my sign say “Dick for free”
All my homies ride or die, all my bitches ride or die
I look her pussy eye-to-eye then suck that muthafucka dry

Yes Lord
Yeah and she say “Yes Lord”
Yeah, Dedication 4, hoe
Scoob in this bitch with me?

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Magic lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Flow)


[Verse 1: Flow]
Ah.. Pop another percocet, my flow is retarded
I think I got a birth defect
Highway to heaven Bow!
Where the fuck your chauffeur at?
These niggas softer than the pillows on my sofa set
I’m fighting myself cause
I don’t see no competition, I don’t write
I join that pistol make your face a composition
So please walk away before we stomp your ass
Everyday is halloween and
You can get your pumpkin smashed
The ones you think your friends is really
Your haters so just do me
A favor and don’t do me no favor
All I need is a blunt and a cup of purple
I put this together
I could’ve been a construction worker
Niggas looking funny but I’m just getting
Blunted and everybody’s wondering If
I’m really with Young Money
Well is a Pig Pussy Pork?
Do bears be shitting in the woods and wipe they ass with
A rabbit when they finish?
Turn my swagger super mean but my bitches bad too
And my flag bright red but my lower tab blue
Isn’t it Ironic I tell tunechi pass the chronic
Purple syrup yellow fanta you can call it Magic Johnson

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Gone off the shrooms, I’m stoned like tomb
Bitch, I do what I do like the groom
Looking death in the eyes, kissing fear on the lips
I’m so faded my nigga I’m bout to disappear in this bitch
Like poof, there go my roof
Pow, there go my hammer
Come around here stuntin’, get Jack like O’Lantern
Two times for them haters, head shots for them snitches
If the best things in life are free then why the fuck we pay attention?
Uh, pockets on Neimans, I go dumb on dental dust
Two many pills, too many blunts
Two bitches named Such & Such
It’s Young Money we out chea, we turnt up
Bout that life, my pockets fat like Jack Black
If I go broke I’mma jack white
My bitch bad as fuck nigga, my goons bout that trigger play
Murk one of these soft niggas, now I’m in court for a pillow case
This is the magic show but Tune ain’t no trick ho
Fuck niggas no crystals, it’s me, flow, D4
Fishtailing out the parking lot like salmon
She swallowed all my kids, bitch we could of had a family
The way I make the purp disappear, straight vanish
Smoke fire, spit fire
Puff the magic dragon
Tunechi!

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Wish You Would lyrics - Lil Wayne


[Verse 1]
I’m looking up at heaven, hoping my niggas made it
While I’m tryna get them demons, out of my demonstration
I’m like fucking right I’m flexing on these pancake ass niggas
These niggas must be nuts, I castrate these niggas, pause
Then she stuck out her tongue
Well since you act like a dog I’mma fuck you like one
I got this Tec in my draws, and I murder for fun
Man all these niggas the same, it’s like we watching re-runs
And I am salt in the wound, I am soap in ya eye
These bitches thinkin’ they fly, I tell em’ roaches can fly
Even at my low bitch I’m high, I’m tryna stay focused I’m fine
But if I crack one of these niggas like a glow stick he shine
But it’s TrukFit: skate or die, them bitches wasting my time
And when they ask me where I’m from I say the Great State of Mind
OK that loud got me stanky, that lean got me cranky
They tell me think it over over and I end up over-thinking, yeaagh!

[Bridge]
Cause I don’t know how fake feel nigga
Cause all my life I’ve been a real nigga
Yeah all my life I’ve been a real nigga
Kidnap yo wife, fuck her and still kill her
Yeah and I don’t wanna take pills nigga
But it’s either that or take chances nigga
Run up on you, click-clack: pay yo taxes nigga
We bout that action, these niggas action figures

[Verse 2]
Uhh, Young Money on another level
I like her pussy tighter than my fucking schedule
Man I love hitting yo bitch, like a Lucky Seven
I’m running this shit, you niggas running errands
Money ain’t shit to me
I smoke all these niggas, call it Niggatine
Yellowbone pussy, uh lemon squeeze
I ain’t too proud to beg, so nigga please
Fake ass, bitch ass
You faker than yo bitch ass
We good, bitch bad
Fat mouth, slim chance
I see you niggas hatin’, with ya hatin’ ass
I’m just lightin’ up, like laser tag
Chopper clips is too long, send you back to where you came from
Yeah, pussy niggas get banged up, I wish you would give a name up
I wish you would nigga, I wish you would nigga
They find yo motherfucking body in the woods nigga
We on that good nigga, we ain’t no G.O.O.D niggas
You niggas stand under me, understood nigga?
D4

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A Dedication lyrics - Lil Wayne


[Andre Benjamin]
It's just my interpretation, of the situation

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, and this is my dedication
What's poppin? (Dedication 4) hoe
And this is dedicated, first off
To my city (a dedication)
The lost city of New Orleans
But um, I wanna speak to my city
And I wanna let them know that
We can't be lost for long
And we damn sure can't be lost forever
So it's time to find ourselves
within all that water
Within all that dirt, within all that blood
Within all that pain, within all them cries
It's time to find ourselves
New Orleans, because
Memories are everything
When I say memories are everything, I mean
It's important what you are remembered by
And trust me
I, you, we don't wanna be remembered as the lost city
Rather be remembered as the city that found glory after all that tragedy
Strength, yeah!
Also I built a skate park down there to get them kids off the streets
You're welcome!! But ummmmm
We gotta get up mayne...
Fuck it! Rise above it, yeah
So, lotta people ask me, what'chu gon' do for yo' city
I be like - motherfucker? Ye' ain't hear what you just said?
What'chu gon' do for yo' city motherfucker?
That's my city! Therefore I still got family members, in that city mayne!
What the fuck I'ma do for THEM, y'knahmean?
And I do my best, trust me
And that's what the fuck I do for my city, yeah
I do this behalf of my city man
That's what the fuck I do for my city, I do me, for my city
So therefore, I am remembered by... my city
Ya dig?
And this is also dedicated to
Them bitch niggaz
You hoe niggaz
You pussy niggaz
You broke niggaz, yeah
Fuck you with a sick dick - pause
I cain't stand you pussy-asses
And this also dedicated
to them rat bitches
First off... them chocolate women
I know talk about them yellow bitches and red bitches all the time
But umm, this dedicated to them chocolate women
Ya dig? I ain't say bitches or hoes I gotta chill down, hehehe
Yeah, and this is dedicated to the yellow bitches and the red bitches
Uhh, y'knahmtalkinbout? Uhh
This also dedicated to my niggaz, my homies
They still pump that bass, hehehe
Fo'-nick' with a dick nigga (yeah)
What'chu gon' do about that? (god, damn)
This dedicated to all my muh'fuckin niggaz that fucks with me, pause
Been down with me since day one
Niggaz that been down with me since day two
Niggaz that been down with me since today
It's love nigga
And uh, this also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out this mixtape
My nigga Mike Banga, that nigga Young Jeezy
Jae Millz, J. Cole, J Gudda, Lil Flo, Lil Mouse
The beautiful Nicki Minaj
DJ Drama, that nigga Taz Bo, Mack Maine
You know what it is, Stunna Man
All Young Money Cash Money niggaz
This also dedicated to my skatin niggaz
Trukfit truk the world, 5-0
E.G.K., you know what it is
Supra, all that shit
Shout out to the whole skatin world
I appreciate y'all for acceptin a real nigga
Bustin my ass and shit but umm, pause
I get it
We that shit nigga, fuck wrong wit'chu?
And this also dedicated to you
Whoever you are, wherever you are, however you are
I hope I'm remembered
[OutKast continues to the right before the end]
(D4) hoe, rest in peace Chris Lighty

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"Tha Carter IV" (2011)




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Intro lyrics - Lil Wayne


Lil' Wayne
Ha ha
Uhh, man fuck them bitches and them hoes
And them niggas pussies, camel toes
I got some money on me and the weed nice
My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light
Bitch it’s Carter 4, murder’s all she wrote
Now it’s fuck everybody like a Scorpio
Still running shit, I’m on my cardio
Boy I’m going in, like my water broke
Suicide note, suicide doors
I put in overtime, like a tied score
Tinted windows bitch, that mean mind yours
And the weed loud, like a lion’s roar
Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever
Hear no evil, see no evil, Helen Keller
No music on, rock it a-capella
And I don’t need a watch, the time is now or never
Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit
A nigga countin’ money, you niggas counterfeit
Real nigga, nigga, proud of what I am
Young money is an army, bitch I’m Uncle Sam
Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune
I left the bullshit, in the waiting room
Straight to the money, no short cuts
Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus
We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups and bitch I be so high, I get starstruck
Millz in this bitch he said fuck them hoes
And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes
And I keep some bud like Rudy Huxtable
I’m bout to slam the beat, nigga, Dusty Rhodes
I’m from Eagle street, I go Hercules
I get on the beat, murder 1st degree
YMCMB, we don’t give a fuck
You faker than some titties, you get tittie fucked
This the best-worst feeling and nigga if I die I die a death worth living
This that textbook G shit
I’ve been in that water but I’ve never been seasick
(Yeah)
Knock me I knock ya face off, life’s a crazy bitch, Grace Jones
Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone
Ha
C4, Mr. Carter’s home!

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Blunt Blowin' lyrics - Lil Wayne


[Verse 1:]
Yeah
I'm a put my shades on
Uh
I live it up like these are my last days
If time is money, I'm an hour past paid
Ughh, gunpowder in my hourglass
Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag
Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurtin'
I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect
Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters
But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper
So love or hate me, I stay hate-free
They say we learn from mistakes so that's why they mistaking me
I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers
All hail Weezy, call it bad weather
I stick to the script, I memorize the lines
Cause Life is a movie that I've seen too many times
You're on the outside looking in, close the blinds
And they say never say never, but fuck it never mind
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong (ha ha)
Hello Weezy, welcome home

[Hook:]
Yeah
And I'm a
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my money growing, no matter where you're goin'
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

I'm a blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I-I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my money blowing, don't matter I got more and
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

[Verse 2:]
Stunna, I got em, I'm back on them bitches
All about my riches, my name should be Richard
Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward with the scissors
Life is a choice, and death is a decision
Times have changed, but fuck it get a new watch
I still got the vision like a line between two dots
Young money's eating, the label getting fatter
And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at em
I'm a bad motherfucker, cause the good die young
Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one
Man when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb
Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum yeah
Big money, big money, deep pockets
Money talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping
Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting
East side, My Piru Damu, I'm a

[Hook:]
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

I'm a blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I-I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my money blowing, no matter where you going
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

[Verse 3:]
Light that Ashton Kutsher, I'm a limit pusher
See y'all dead meat, and me I'm just a butcher
I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker
And freedom was my girl, until they fucking took her
You could look into the future, it's right behind your eyelids
But I don't wanna know, cause shit I like surprises (ha ha)
Why that, why this, why you on that why shit?
Motherfucker ask me why, I say YM
Beach bum (yeah), call me ocean drive slim (bitch)
Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin
Young moola, (yeah) skinnies and some supras
Belly of the beast till it pukes
Motherfucker

[Hook:]
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

I'm a Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my money blowing, no matter where you going
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

[x3:]
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong

Hello Weezy, welcome home
It's young mula, baby
Young mula, baby

Bitch I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Hello Weezy, welcome home

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MegaMan lyrics - Lil Wayne


[Verse 1:]
Faded off the kush I'm gone
Only 2 years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home
Looking like my grandmaw, my niggas got that ammo
We jack son then light up that "L", Samuel
Tunechi in this bitch nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas
Rats gone rat and snakes gone hiss nigga
Baseball rich nigga, do this shit for all my homies
Where them bad bitches at? Come and put that pussy on me
Tunechi you a murderer, boy you just be killing shit
Yeah you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist
Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep man
Birdman Jr. got the world in my wingspan
How you niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King
I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery
Fucking with a real nigga, fucking right, certainly
Break in your fucking home, take your life, burglary
Woah nigga, die slow nigga, for dear life your holding on En Vogue nigga
Unload nigga, reload nigga, tools on deck, Home Depot nigga
Well if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger
And all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner
Everyday I go so hard and work my ass off
I'm good, I'm 100 like a fastball
It's Carter 4!
(I'm going back in man)
(Yeah)

[Verse 2:]
We get fuck y'all money, how you want to play it?
That AK sleep on the side of my bed
That's one eye closed, one eye open
Your cap get peeled like I-B-Profen
I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the nigga to fuck with
This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young Money man we got this shit by a land slide
Boy I send them bloods at your ass like a tampon
Uptown shit, wet the whole party, Weezy gone ball
Ball like Steve Harvey, the heater I'm a tuck her
Tuck her like D. Lawrence, that's my word like, word like the-saurus
I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard
Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord
Fear nobody but God almighty
Shoot that motherfucker till I get arthritis
I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class
I'm a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash
I don't talk it, I live it. I paint a picture vivid
And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet
I go so hard, I go so mean, I'm so New Orleans
Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me
Forget the bullshit and remember me
[Laugh]

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6 Foot 7 Foot lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Cory Gunz)


[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
you don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher
so misunderstood, but what's a World without enigma?
two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her
life is the bitch, and death is her sister
sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture
you know father time, we all know mother nature
it's all in the family, but I am of no relation
no matter who's buying, I'm a celebration
black and white diamonds, fuck segregation
fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
I'm going back in
okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
but hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self defense
swear man, I be seeing through these niggas like sequins
niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
talking to myself because I am my own consultant
married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery
you full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off
real nigga all day and tomorrow
but these muthafuckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya
try me and run into a wall, outfielder
You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights
the fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe
bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
if these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon
tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
and I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
but most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
satisfied with nothing, you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
paper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna
people say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her
you niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
yeah, with a swag you would kill for
money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell

[Cory Gunz]
Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean
don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you niggas that's tryna front, and see
son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me
pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
disturb me, and you'll be all over the flow like Luda
bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bald like Cuba
and I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya
I be macking, 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind
I done told these fuck niggas, so many times
that I keep these bucks steady on my mind
tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause
to feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love?
keep throwing my sign in the middle
hit 'em up, piece on my side, 'cause ain't no peace on my side, bitch
I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I'm shooting when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard?
Gunna

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Nightmares Of The Bottom lyrics - Lil Wayne


Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em
But who am I to talk? I ain't shittin' roses
We in the same picture but we all got different poses
Now I'm looking in my rear view, I see the world in it
I try to slow down, and I get rear ended
Pause! Like a red light, I'm dead right!
Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?
They say "you don't know what you're doing till you stop doing it"
Well call me clueless cause I do this
Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting star
Life is a course and I'm a shoot for Par
I'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow
And I put that shit right back man I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money CMR, blood like a scar
Weezy F baby and the F ain't for "Flaw"

(Uh)
(Uh)
(Yup, yup, yup, yup)

It's like I have it all
But I don't have to worry
Married to the money, a true love story
Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury
Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security
Back to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me
If I knew I was going to jail I would have fucked my attorney
If you sleeping on me nigga, than I hope you toss and turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will confirm it, yeah,
Now what we doing with it
Keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it
I know my shit already tight so I ain't screwing with it
Some say this game is a joke well I hope they get it
OK, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point
Yeah the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser
And don't call me sir, call me survivor,

(Uh)
(Yeah)
(Uh)
(And they go yup, yup, yup, yup)
(Uh)

Call me killer 'cause I make a killing
I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon
That's them twin Glocks, you can call 'em siblings
And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribbling
I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails
These bitches think they fly like Tinkerbell,
But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell.
I let 'em be, 'cause you know how that stinger feel.
Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
And I fuck up any track; train derail
Know how to roll, never need training wheels
And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
Uh, all or nothing, or nothing else
I bleed reality, I should cut myself
Just had a bowl of riches and a cup of wealth
And the "F" is for fuck yourself

(Uh)
(Yeah)

And I ain't doing nothin' but getting my share
Breathin' this air
And Mack's mom told me she gonna keep me in her prayers
So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay aware
And if you wanna trip than I'm a meet ya there
To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair
Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer
I'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear
Weezy F baby and the F ain't for fear

(Uh)

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She Will lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)


Young Money

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne:]
I tell her “now goin’ pop that pussy for a real nigga"
I already know that life is deep but I still dig her
Niggas is jealous but really I couldn’t care less
I’m in hell’s kitchen with an apron and a hair net
Devil on my shoulder, the lord as my witness
So on my Libra scale, I’m weighing sins and forgiveness
What goes around, comes around like a hula hoop
Karma is a bitch? Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful
Life on the edge, I’m dangling my feet
I tried to pay attention but attention paid me
Haters can’t see me, nose bleed seats
And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap
I rock to the beat of my drumset
I’ve been at the top for a while and I ain’t jump yet
But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now jump up on that dick and do a full split

[Hook - Drake:]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and told me “baby, it’s real”
And I say I ain’t doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
But she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit then again maybe she will
Yeah,

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, I tell her “now go on, pop that pussy for me”
Haters can’t see me, but them bitches still looking for me
And you could take that to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I’m all about “I” give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her 'til she cry, call that “wine and dine”
Try to check me and I’ma have ‘em checkin’ pulses
They say choose wisely, that’s why I was chosen
Rocking like asphalt, it's the cash fault
Looked in the face of death and took its mask off
Now I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl face South and her ass North
But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now hop up on that dick and do a full split!

[Hook - Drake:]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and told me “baby, it’s real”
And I say I ain’t doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
But she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit then again maybe she will
Yeah,

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will

(Ladies and gentlemen, Drizzy…)

[Hook - Drake:]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and told me “baby, it’s real”
And I say I ain’t doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel (I feel like the sky is opening, and I'm get to it)
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
(Feel like like the world is falling and I am rising)
But she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit then again maybe she will
Carter 4 Tunchi Yeah

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will

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