My Homies Still RMX lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Young Jeezy, Jae Millz & Gudda Gudda)

[Intro: Sample of "Pump That Bass" by Original Concept]

"Get a lil' stupid and" "Get a lil' stupid"

"Get a lil' stupid and" "Get a lil' stupid"

"Get a lil' stupid and" "Get a lil' stupid"

"Get a lil'" "Get a lil'" "Get a lil' stupid"

"Get a lil' stupid and" "Get a lil' stupid"

"PUMP THAT BASS!"

[Jae Millz]

Don't make my snub go stupid, go stupid

Hehehe, Millzy!

That AK like Aretha, it's gon' sing and you gon' respect me

You niggaz just good at playin gangster roles, Joe Pesci

That's yo' girl, but it's my world, cause she ridin me like a cruise ship

My flight land, I check in my suite, she bust it open like a new gift

We ain't from the water fightin but you will get supersoaked

My goons'll catch you in that ghost, and turn yo' ass into a ghost

My flow, super stupid, Forrest Gump, that's retarded dumb

It's from my lungs and my clique bang, keep the change, rich gang

Millzy!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

("Pump that bass!") 

Yeah, my homies still - ("Pump that bass!") 

Ha, my homies still - ("Pump that bass!")

Yeah my homies still - ("Pump that bass!") 

("PUMP THAT BASS!") Don't make my goons 

go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, yeah 

Don't make my goons 

go stupid, go stupid (go dumb), go stupid, yeah

[Gudda Gudda]

Okay my bass pump and my face pump, one bump leave ya face numb

Let my white girl hit, watch that bitch go straight dumb

All my Yola 8-1, been that way since day one

Plus I speak that cocaine, watch me bake this cake up

Wake up; y'all sleepin on me, bass song in my speakers homey

And I ain't talkin 808, changin places like I'm Aretha homey

Tony Hawk got grind, holla at my slimes

We don't drop no dimes and you still fuck one time cause we

[Chorus]

[Young Jeezy]

I'm 'bout to get stupid on this motherfucker

Tunechi I got you nigga!

Yeah you know (It Takes Two), yeah nigga (Rob Base)

What'chu watch, when you cookin yo' blow, "Scarface"

Got-got a big gold chain around my neck, neck brace

You should go there nigga on them old cold case

Yeah all I serve is raw, straight sushi yeah no goo

Hell naw nigga can't serve you I don't know you

Nigga talkin beef shit? Boy-boys likes Oprah

DJ Magic Mike got that bass, I done told you

[Chorus w/ Jeezy ad libs]

Green Ranger lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. J. Cole)

[J. Cole]

When this shit drop, I was like 16

Tryna get some head from a mixed thing

Big dreams, say goodbye to ripped jeans,

Nigga got a job, have my little wad

Worst fear is getting robbed for my last 50 dollars that I had left over

5 dollars in they pocket, nigga in his left shoulder

Minimum wage 5.15. 13′s on the whip

Kept my shit clean

Actually that was my momma shit

But I’m driving round town on my Obama shit

Middle class my ass, just to get a tank of gas

Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the shit

But, yeah I’m headed for a scholarship

Little scrap game but I got a lot of lip

Thats why them niggas don’t like me and always wanna fight me

A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth most likely

I know the game I’m an expert

Nigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work?

Nigga I’m gone, showed up at the crib tryna bone

And I aint fuck yet cause her momma always home

God damn, Lor-Lord have Mercy

Please God don’t let this little broad have herpes

My nigga says she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee

Gold medals if we gave hoes medals

No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos

Spiderman sheets got us singing falsetto

Tall white tee’s, can’t believe we used to wear those

White folks looking at us like we’re weirdos

But we was only kiddo’s

Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of skittles

Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle

Tryna get the Diddy, cause I murder instrumentals

It’s that good old fashioned Mark Jackson

Fucked then I’ll pass, y’all Utah Jazz

And ya’ll borin’, I don’t play nigga I’m Mark Madsen

Thats why my knots thick like a fucking Kardashian

I’m not asking my nigga I don’t need favours

I’m in the streets with the fiends, I done seen danger

My team major, we party like teenagers

I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the green ranger

(I fucking ran out of breath)

Team major, we party like teenagers

I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the green ranger

Cole

[Lil Wayne]

I don’t even like this beat, but fuck it

I’m only gon spit a few bars cause I don’t like this beat

Bitch I’m not old news, I’m more like gold shoes

She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods

They say I’m old school, but I dropped out

Drop ya body off at a cops house

They throwing up them bricks, you better box out

My niggas got enough white to build Barack house

I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein

44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans

I’ve been faded, stone wash jeans

New pussy new money, New Orleans

50 up in that uzi, g-g-g-unit

I murk you with that bitch scratch the serial number, re-use it

I’m from the N-O, stretch you niggas out like limo’s

Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, thats pimples

I’m bout to go banana puddin’

Haha, you a dyke cause your man a pussy

Hit you from the blindside no Sandra Bullock

Never bite the hand that feeds you, always wash the hand that’s cooking

Tunechi, D4 Hoe

Shout out Cole

You already know what it is, Cole World

Wayne’s World

We in this bitch hoe

Special delivery at your front door

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!

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?

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!

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

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

"Tha Carter IV" (2011)

• Intro lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Blunt Blowin' lyrics - Lil Wayne
• MegaMan lyrics - Lil Wayne
• 6 Foot 7 Foot lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Cory Gunz)
• Nightmares Of The Bottom lyrics - Lil Wayne
• She Will lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)
• How To Hate lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. T-Pain)
• Interlude lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Tech N9ne, André 3000)
• John (If I Die Today) lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Rick Ross)
• Abortion lyrics - Lil Wayne
• So Special lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. John Legend)
• How To Love lyrics - Lil Wayne
• President Carter lyrics - Lil Wayne
• It's Good lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake and Jadakiss)
• Outro lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Bun B, Nas, Shyne and Busta Rhymes)
• I Like The View lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Mirror lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Bruno Mars)
• Two Shots lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Up Up And Away lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Novacane lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Kevin Rudolf)
• I Got Some Money On Me lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Birdman)

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!

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

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]

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