Quasimodo lyrics - Lil Wayne

See round here you gotta mumble
Cuz these hoes is like dumbo
Boy these hoes is cut throat
Stop talkin' when you cuddle
I be by the plug though
Watchin' Telemundo
Lord knows when it comes to money trees
We gotta jungle, oh Lord

I was born there, like Tarzan
Go hard man, like the bar exam
It's so hard to shake these feds off
You'd do better trying to shake the Lord's hands
Oh Lord, it used to come hand and hand
Now it come on the boat, and the same bitch
That said she gon' lie on the stand
Ain't even coming to court
And the same lawyer that said he gon' do all he can
Do what you can afford
I now I heard the bitch snitchin' due to reports
Thought she was to cute to report
Lawd, we outchea, ain't that the truth
Just can't catch a break, been trapping so hard
The labor it come with the fruit
I before I bust a grape

I'm trappin' on the low low, just me and my woe no
But I think the feds got a hunch, like Quasimodo
Reppin' for my logo, that's me and my bro bros
Up in all my photos, with that "Yeah, we know" pose
Trapping out the photo, traffic moving so slow
I just come from cholo, cholo got that coco
And my phone bout' to blow though
They looking for that coco
We got them chickens good yo
Yeah we got that pollo

I pull the cash out scream Y.O.L.O
To I get a sore throat I scream Y.O.L.O
Niggas come masked up like Zorro
Fuck your bitch on the lean that's a slow poke
Then I'm scoping the scene like a Go Pro
Niggas know what I mean keep it low pro
I just stick and move like a pogo
Then I laugh to the bank, nigga no joke (L.O.L)

And these niggas showboat with no boat (Yeah)
Me, I got broke for show though (Yeah)
I get that for show dough for sure though (Yeah)
Cause there ain't no dough like mo' dough (L.O.L)
And these niggas showboat with no boat (Yeah)
Me, I got broke for show though (Yeah)
I get that for show dough for sure though (Yeah)
Cause there ain't no dough like mo' dough

Been trappin' on the low low, just me and my woe no
Adderall for no [?] cappin' on you poor hoes
Dapper in my polo, trappin' in my polo
Trappin' out a Volvo (Yeah)

I've been trappin' on the low low, just me and my woe no
But I think the feds got a hunch, like Quasimodo
Snappin' all these photos, tracking down my bro bros
Trappin' with my woe woes (Yeah)

I've been trappin' on the low low, I don't let my hoe know
All this promethazine, bitch I'm bout' to go pro
Reppin' for my logo, that's me and my woe woes
Cappin' on the popos, trappin' on you poor hoes (Yeah)
That's me and my woe woes (Yeah)
Trappin' on you broke hoes (Yeah)
That's me and my woe woes (Yeah)
Trappin' on the low low

I've been trappin' on the low low, just me and my woe no
But I think the feds got a hunch, like Quasimodo
Snappin' all these photos, tracking down my bro bros
Trappin' with my woe woes (Yeah)
Trappin' on the low low (Yeah)
Just me and my woe no, I think the feds got a hunch (I think the feds got a hunch)
Talking to all my bro bros, snappin' all these photos
That's that "Yeah, I know" pose
But they don't know

Trappin' on the low low (Yeah) just me and my woe no
But I think the feds got a hunch (I think the feds got a hunch)
That's that "Yeah, I know" pose
(But they don't know...)
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Skate It Off lyrics - Lil Wayne

Mic check
This the motherfuckin' squad man
You know how we fuckin' it up...
Mic check
We the Fort Knox squad, watch the cream baby
Real squad shit man
Let's go, let's go

Wait, I just skated off on the plug, skrr, skrr
I just skated off like T. Pud, skrr, skrr
I just skated off, on twelve
With the work in one hand like Odell
With the work, yeah
I got eyeballs on the roof, on the roof
I keep nigga's scars just for proof, nigga oh
Money so tall it could hoop, money go
I'm high on my I.D, my IG and IQ
Yeah, I just touched down, what's the scoop?
What's the scoop?
I just hear blasé, blasé, blasé, whoop-de-whoop
Whoop-de-whoop
Yeah, I just touched down, I'm going for two
(Let's go, let's go)
You just hear AK, AK, AK, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
I just touched down, what it do?
What it do?
Me and all my skaters in cahoots, in cahoots
Bitch, I just skated off like Nyjah Huston, switch
Think I need a cake for my soup, yeah
I just skated off on drugs, on drugs
I just skated off sippin' mud, sippin' mud
I just skated off on the Xan, on the Xan
And we just skateboard, we don't dance in our pants, nope

I just skated off on twelve, fuck twelve bitch
Like a boss, like a fuckin' handrail, that handrail bitch
I just skated off in YSL, YSL, what you do?
And I can eyeball work, fuck the scale, fuck the scale
I got eyeballs on the roof, on the roof
My slimer ollie off this fuckin' roof, fuckin' roof bitch
I got eyeballs on your squad, pop, pop, pop
I just skated off like a shot, so deep
I just skated off with Chaz Ortiz, Chaz Ortiz bitch
I just skated with some SB's, got some SB's bitch
I just skated off with the [?]
I got eyeballs on your whoodie, fuck you, got 'em
Keep your eyeballs off my guap-o, guap-o
I just skated off like El Chapo, Chapo
I just skated off when I chop
A gun in both hands, bitch I'm 'bout to do the Shaba, Shaba
Treat a Rolls Royce like a Honda, bitch back up off me
Nigga I'm the God, you Godiva
She gon' pop it off for a thug, yeah
I just skated off on her love, deuces
I just skated off on the plug
She just skated off on her humps
I just skated off on a thot, thot bitch
And left her thong wetter than my yacht, why not?
I just skeeted off in your wifey (get a lot of hoes)
While I got more cars than the sidekick, I'm good
Black credit card, nigga swipe it, I'm good
We them niggas man
We good
Stripes in these streets, call me stripey I'm good
Long Beep...
Flying in these streets like a pilot
Tissues for the [?] they keep crying 'bout the truce

I just skated off on twelve
Everything that's in my safe that's for bail
Yeah cause I know nigga's turning snake, we turning up
Yeah, I told my hoe I had to turn the page, she turned to drugs
Double barrel, double date and double cup
And no matter how hard I fall, I get up, man fuck you going bitch?
I get up and try again, we call that rebate
Oh your bitch just want this D? Okay it's D-Day
I get flu off on her PJ
I'm gon' make my skaters rich, we ain't no cheapskates, no, no
That AK got that pop like the TJ
Yeah, in the streets we [?] get them sweepstakes
Fuckboi you a hater, what the streets say
These bullets turn your tomato to a v8
Yeah we chilling, we finnesin' very easy
We get the squad, looking for another squad to cremate
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Staring At The World lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Intro]
Weed and syrup, yeah
Who we is? Young Mooolah, baby!
Got that right shorty
Bigg D on the track!

[Hook]
I'm just, staring at the world
From a Cadillac window, baby
Hoping this girl in my passenger don't act funny with me
Get her to my home, we get naked like some new born babies
I'm ready to perform and she's gon' be my audience
And she said "Bravo"
And I said "I know"
And she said "Encore"
Girl, I'm really big on you
So what you wanna do?
Too fly you need a parachute
But that just means you're falling in love

[Verse 1]
In love with a skater
Five six seven, man, I already ate her
She had a coffee mug and a pair of Uggs
Got some makeup on my shirt when she gave me a hug
Shorty got me open
Pussy so good wish I could smoke it
Where your mans at?
Remember me like this one time at band camp, yeah!
Like that man, she on my mind all day, check my CAT scan
Hey, where you going with all that?
I fuck her till she whine and then I drink a tall glass

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Girl you gon' make me take you
To your desired destination
Left leg, right leg, segregation
Cause I know you like that shit, cause I love that shit
Girl that's my hole, I dug that ditch
And when it gets cold, I'm there for her to hold
She climbs my pole, beat that pussy like she stole something
And she so fine
From the front from the side from behind
Pop that pussy like a cork and I'mma fuck you till you whine

[Hook]

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Start A Fire lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Christina Milian)

[Christina Milian (Lil Wayne):]
(Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it)
(They just don't get it)
(Temperature's risin', her body yearnin' yeah we on that R. Kelly)
(And then she tell me)
Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby I'll be your gasoline
(And they just don't get it)
Lets start a fire, watch the entire
World as it opens up in flames
(And they just don't get it)
Lets start a fire
(Yeah, Mickey & Valerie)
(Yeah, Bonnie and Clyde)
(Thelma & Lil Weezy)

[Lil Wayne:]
I'm like goodness gracious great wall of China
All we do is fuck all day, all mañana
It's a cold world, I stay warm inside her
Make her perspire sweat blood and crying
Goodness gracious, great God almighty
She fuck me like a king, Stephen, Martin, Rodney
We break all of monotony, baby we high commodity
They just don't get it

[Christina Milian & Lil Wayne:]
Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby I'll be your gasoline
And they just don't get it
Lets start a fire, watch the entire
World as it opens up in flames
And they just don't get it
Lets start a fire
Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it
They just don't get it
Temperature's risin', her body yearnin' yeah we on that R. Kelly
And then she tell me
Lets start a fire

[Lil Wayne:]
Like goodness gracious, great balls of fire
She ridin' me like a street car named desire
Stop, drop, roll and shake what her mama gave her
Clap that ass like the choir
Oh, I run into my old thing
I say bitch you broke my heart, but thats just growin' pains
Trust me, she ain't nothin' but an old flame
I threw water on that old flame, no more flames
I'm so glad I'm out the dope game
Cause now I got more time to burn in that pussy like some propane
Now that pussy is my domain
I know they just don't get it

[Christina Milian & Lil Wayne:]
Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter
Baby I'll be your gasoline
Lets start a fire, watch the entire
World as it opens up in flames
And they just don't get it
Lets start a fire
They just don't get it
See we already, we already did it
And now we on fire, we on fire
Its me and you
Just don't get it, we already, we already did it
And now we on fire, we on fire, yeah
Mama I'm in love with a a hot girl, and they just don't get it
They just don't get it
Baby I'll be your gasoline
Fuck it, cause Mama I'm in love with a a hot girl
And they just don't get it
Fuck em', cause Mama I'm in love with a hot girl
And they just don't get it
Young Mula baby

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Sucker For Pain lyrics - Lil Wayne (with Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons) (feat. Logic, Ty Dolla $ign & X Ambassadors)

[from "Suicide Squad" soundtrack]

[Dan Reynolds & Sam Harris:]
I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I'm a slave to your games
I'm just a sucker for pain
I wanna chain you up
I wanna tie you down
I'm just a sucker for pain

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
I'm a sucker for pain
I got the squad tatted on me from my neck to my ankles
Pressure from the man got us all in rebellion
We gon' go to war, yeah, without failure
Do it for the fam, dog, ten toes down, dog
Love and the loyalty that's what we stand for
Alienated by society, all this pressure give me anxiety
Walk slow through the fire
Like, who gon' try us?
Feeling the world go against us
So we put the world on our shoulders

[Dan Reynolds & Sam Harris:]
I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I'm a slave to your games
I'm just a sucker for pain
I wanna chain you up
I wanna tie you down
I'm just a sucker for pain

[Logic:]
I been at it with my homies
It don't matter, you don't know me
I been rollin' with my team, we the illest on the scene
I been riding 'round the city with my squad
I been riding 'round the city with my squad
We just posted, getting crazy, living like this is so amazing
Hold up take a step back, when we roll up, cause I know what
We been loyal, we been fam, we the ones you trust in
Won't hesitate to go straight to your head like a concussion
I know I been bustin', no discussion for my family
No hesitation, through my scope I see my enemy
Like what's up? Hold up, we finna re-load up
Yes I re-load up, I know what up, I know what up

[Dan Reynolds & Sam Harris:]
I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I'm a slave to your games
I'm just a sucker for pain
I wanna chain you up
I wanna tie you down
I'm just a sucker for pain

[Lil Wayne:]
I'm devoted to destruction
A full dosage of detrimental dysfunction
I'm dying slow but the devil tryna rush me
See I'm a fool for pain, I'm a dummy
Might cut my head off right after I slit my throat
Tongue kiss a shark, got jealous bitches up in the boat
Eating peanut butter and jelly fishes on toast
And if I get stung I get stoked, might choke
Like I chewed a chunk of charcoal
Naked in the North Pole
That's why my heart cold, full of sorrow, the lost soul
And only Lord knows when I'm coming to the crossroads
So I don't fear shit but tomorrow
And I'm a sucker for pain, it ain't nothing but pain
You just fuckin' complain, you ain't tough as you claim
Just stay up in your lane, just don't fuck with Lil Wayne
I'mma jump from a plane or stand in front of a train
Cause I'm a sucker for pain

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Used to doing bad, now we feel like we just now getting it
Ain't got no other way so we started and finished it
No pain, no gain
Never stand down, made our own way
Never going slow, we pick up the pace
This is what we wanted from a young age
No emotion, that's what business is
Lord have mercy on the witnesses

[Dan Reynolds & Sam Harris:]
I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I'm just a sucker for pain

[Sam Harris:]
More pain
Got me begging, begging, begging, begging, begging, begging
For more pain
Got me begging, begging, begging, begging, begging, begging
For more pain
Got me begging, begging, begging, begging, begging, begging
For more pain
Got me begging...
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That's Not Luv lyrics - Lil Wayne

That's not love
That's not love
(On the real side)
That's not love, (You dig)
Not real true love

Snakes in the grass, so I stay on the pavement
Survived the battle when Adam was a cavemen
And dead animals and dead men
I'm all in and my only friend is Amen
Keep your mouth closed, you wanna know why you die?
The answer's right under your nose
Expose to the streets, in the game I don't cheat
I had to play my position, get MVP
I get money don't shit come free
It's my life and I'm runin' even with numb feet
Keep my business in my pocket, don't wash with bleach
And I never show my hand, not even to me, you see

That's not love
That's not love

Look, as the crooked world revolves
Love spelled backwards is evolve
The evil spelled backward was just live or live
And When death comes you better have life to give
I spit that real talk like knives to ribs
And rats die ugly, die with kids
These niggas stitchin' and still livin'
I hope my words are like razor's to them bitches
Niggas pretend like they there to dig in
But when they go down and fuck around and be them
That blood live for millon when it's leakin'
If you scared go see a deacon, nigga
That ain't love

That's not love
That's not love
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Vizine lyrics - Lil Wayne

Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust what I see?

My scene just a crime scene
Got the high beams and the sirens, yeah
My team we could buy teams
Talking dirty money? Check the hygienes
All the dirty money get dry cleaned
Talking dirty money, say I'm rasting
All my goons kidnap your offsprings while I was working on my golf swing
Oh, sweet dreams, having nightmares
It's a cold world, I got an ice grill
No one man should have all that power if he can't afford to pay the light bills
I got a forcefield over my heartbeat
The window seal with no door key
I'm popping pills to feel more me
Cut off the wings now I'm soaring
And I never feel like poor me
I'd rather feel like the old me
I was born with wheels and I roll deep
I could make the devil get cold feet
Don't like the clove unless it's four leaf
Get a pussy wetter than a coral reef
On my face I tatted me a Fleur de Lis
Should I get it covered with a coca leaf?
I could tell you better than you showed me
I could show you better than you told me
I'm an OG up in OT and it's no sleep till it's roast beef
I better not hear a Little Bo-Peep
Better go figure, better go deep
Pass no judgement, pass your weed
I'm the goat nigga, no goatee

Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust what I see?

Sipping on purple like it's herbal
Bad brown bitch, Lisa Turtle
On turbo, you don't wanna disturb him
Momma put too much sugar in my gerber
Damn, I done dropped too many ashes in my turban
I done see so many titties on Bourbon
Live a different kind of lifestyle
Different color diamond got a nigga looking like sherbert
Stepped up to the plate, knocked it out the park
Eat a nigga face like tiger shark
Dressed in all red like Olajuwon
My niggas hit your safe like the holocaust
My niggas catch a case, feel like I got Mossed
My nigga treat the K just like a [?]
Got a lawyer and an agent but I'm the boss
And my heart always racing but never lost
Hello? I was the illest nigga on child support
Now I'm looking at the riot report
Went and looked at the final score
Bedroom got revolving doors
Bitches in and out smiling more
Than children smiling at a carnival
Ain't got nothing in common but the common cold
Big B's nigga, honor roll
Hold up, a nigga found the flow
Started from the bottom bitch
Never been monogamous
Never been monotonous
Never been anonymous
Money is unanimous
Always had accomplices
Always had conglomerates
Always let chopper clip stick out like a bottom lip
You running out of time, so you better know what time it is
You running out of tears and you running out of volunteers
Young Moolah bitch, I die for the logo
Cocaine price low, call that a low blow
Tunechi like Pablo, keys in the rowboat
Tunechi in the yacht though, still don't showboat
Sipping on the slowpoke, moving like a tugboat
Smoking like a steamboat, fucking on a love boat
Better read the ransom note before you read the love note
Don't know if its sore throat, deep throat or cut throat

Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust what I see?

Oh why am I so kamikazee
Why can't I stay in my seat?
I'm so hyphy
Try me, why do I see these bloody bodies?
Why do I love what I see?
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
RIP, if you can't live in peace, you can die in peace
As your eyes close and mines bleed, I need Vizine

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YFS lyrics - Lil Wayne

Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless
About to body slam the beat, Love Wrestlemania
Love miscellaneous, fuck instantaneous
I'm busting nuts in her mouth, young macadamia
Young, rich and famous, young rich and famous
Young Money but the money so fuckin' ancient
Buy wine, drink it, by God, amen
Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh and shameless

Back to it, waste no time
Black Uzi, Draco, 9
Back smokin' bomb
[?]
Black Mamba, coke lines
Snake eyes open wide
Rap poison, you know why
Hair trigger, no salon
Can't lose, in overtime, hit Miami for LeBron
Swam through whole Ocean Drive
Smoke a stick, porcupine
All these bitches want be mine
Yeah she lit I blow her mind
Look at how I make all these looking ass niggas roll they eyes
Go retarded on them, Tunechi
Openhearted on them, Tunechi
I'm the father, I wear the pants, I'm talking Corduroy or blue jeans
Smoking harder on a doobie, holy water running through me
Polariods they tryna shoot me
[?]

Young niggas famous, my young niggas go in
My OGs are no different, identical twins
1-7 amen, that's my set, amen
Can't forget to thank him
Fuck these hoes, I blame them
Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless
Bout to body slam your bitch
Lord, Wrestlemania
Young, rich and famous, young, rich and famous
If you hating on me you can tongue kiss the anus
Bigger picture painting, fine art framing
Don't forget to hang it, fine wine drank it
Turn a trap house to the wine house, Amy
My God, amen
Don't forget to thank him
Don't try to play him, your whole squad be dead man
We pull up in the AM, toast, waffles, bacon
More fiyah blazin', the chopper sound Jamaican
I stay armed like a cowboy
Troy Aikman [?]

That's a Polo blanket, she under it naked
I'm under influences, got me overthinking
Got me syrup drinkin', popping Percs to painers
Niggas talking about they gods, they just Kirk Franklins
And my dreams are so big, feel like the Earth's shrinking
I wake up and chase my dreams, catch 'em and contain 'em
Still the best rapper alive, still the steel is stainless
I feel like the Yankees, but my hittas [?]

Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless
About to body slam your bitch
Love Wrestlemania
Love miscellaneous, we fuck instantaneous
I'm busting nuts in her mouth, young macadamia
Young, rich and famous, young rich and famous
Young Money but the money so fuckin' ancient
Buy wine, drink it, by God, amen
Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh and shameless

Young, fresh and shameless
(Hold up)
Got me syrup drinkin', popping Percs to painers
Niggas talking about they gods, they just Kirk Franklins
Oh
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"I Am Not A Human Being II" (2013)



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IANAHB lyrics - Lil Wayne


I'm in the crib butt naked bitch
She said my dick could be the next black president
Americans hate the I'm American
Medicine, I treat it like peppermints
Uh, I'm in the ocean getting shark pussy
Shoot you in ya fuckin' mouth and make you talk to me
Sometimes I need someone to talk to
Cause I Am Not A Human Being... Part Two
Getting paid, show money for walkthroughs
Lettin' all these hoes ride my dick, car pools
My bars passed the bar exam, no law school
Cash Money Army, veteran with my war wounds
Uh, whatcha man doing?
I pop his muthafuckin' top like a canned good
And all my niggas that I roll with are hella armed
And last night I took a transformer
And had a dream that my dick turned to Megatron
But my girl, was sleeping with Decepticons
Money talks man and mine talk lecture long
P-U-S-S-Y... my second home
I be grindin' on them hoes like a half pipe
She say "Tunechi you the shit, you need your ass wiped"
I say "Before you gas me up, check the gas price"
Then I make her take this dick like advice
She see-saw it, she suck it and enjoy it
I stick it in her ass like some fucking steroids
Jose Canseco, make no mistake
Like a white boy wearing black paint
You're a fake ass nigga
Break pads nigga... wait
You ain't in my weight class nigga
Lookin' for the muthafuckin' man in the mirror
Runnin' this shit like a faucet... Farrah
Barra... cuda, who the fuck you are?
I can make ya bitch root for me like I grew her
Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure
90 billions bitches on my dick like a skewer
That's swag, I'm a True Blood, bitch no fangs
Been went pro, now I'm going propane
Tell the bitch get off me, bitch get off me
I got her over here blowing me like coffee
Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated
And I get head while it's decapitated
Think it's a game nigga come play
I'm with my killer bees, fuck bug spray
Yeah, Young Money so gangsta, I personally know strangers
It's so strange but this girl named Dana, like to go anal
Shoot 'em in his head, what's that? A no brainer
Plain ol' nigga, but a break from the norm
I wear my heart on my sleeve so don't be breakin' my arm
I rather ring ya fuckin' neck before I ring the alarm
I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me alone
Wit 'em, I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair
Fuck with me, ya ass is grass... get a lawn chair
I was fucking before my dick started growin' hair
Bitches sweatin' me like John Mayer, or warm air
Man, nuts and bananas
You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners?
If you fake, put a egg in ya shoe and scramble
No rubber... I just fucked this piano
Nigga

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Curtains lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Boo)


[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas and that pussy shit they doin'
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay I swear to god I ain't nervous
I swear to god I ain't nervous, I say, I swear to god I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping my sepernt
Ain't got no problems in this bitch-for certain
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't workin
Just want some mouth and lip service
Yeah, I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ok I'm straight action-no ricochet
That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid
Niggas cryin wolf, well I'll wipe them tears away
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes that work
They say the best things in life are free, that's why it cost for you to get get murked
And my pants saggin like fuck it I'm still on my business
Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light, I told Marley light the weed
Then I lit them niggas up before that motherfucker turned green
Your bitch ride me like a go kart
I play that pussy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they wordless

[Hook 1: Lil Wayne]
Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I said I swear to God I ain't nervous
I dont know, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And that pussy don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't working
I like em long haired and curvy
And if niggas think its a game, I'll leave their brains on their jerseys

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
She say she love me, thats the molly talking
Her pussy so wet it keep sliding off it
She got a nigga but he ain't me bitch
I'm the original gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, fuck your honor
And her birthday suit is her pajamas
She say, I didn't know your dick was a recliner
I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam like Yolonda
Young Money Cash Money's Obama
Its fuck the world, no condom
If he twisted, I'll unwind him
And this pistol came with a silence

[Hook 2: Lil Wayne]
But I swear to God he heard it!
Yea, and I swear to God I ain't nervous
Na, I swear to God I ain't nervous
Bitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and thats for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service
She gone ride this dick like the Kentucky-Derby

[Verse 3: Boo]
On that Pat-ron, I'm swerving
Game tight like virgins
I gotta bad bitch, she Persian
Call her AK when she's squirting
You see the niggas I'm with, that boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face, yo bitch got a place to sit
Yea, I'm wilding off them shroomies
Ain't got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be boogey, wanna hold hands then watch movies
I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it
Ain't no talking- lets get to it
Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing
Bitch I'll leave that pussy with bruises

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I swear to god I ain't nervous
No, you know I swear to god I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping
My serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a Missing Person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive
I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains
Ya

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Days And Days lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. 2 Chainz)


[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Money ain't shit, bitches ain't neither
You know I'm on that grass, don't cut on the sprinklers
Pussy on my mind, on my breath and on my fingers
Niggas try to bite my style, but my style a jalapeno
I got skinny ass jeans, trucks on the pocket
Money talks, nigga, I'm caught up in that gossip
You know all my bitches badder, and all my swishas fatter
I milk this shit like cattle, that's my word like Scrabble
And yo main girl is a ho, I go Wayne's World in her throat
She swallow so many nuts, you fuck around, find a squirrel in her throat
I go tape worm in that ho, let my snake squirm in that ho
Nigga we take turns in that ho, these niggas so green they glow
I am the best thing since wet pussy, on my private jet with my chef cookin'
So big headed my neck crooked, my niggas foul when the ref's lookin'
My big bro is Mack Maine, so much weed I got grass stains
These nuts, that's baggage claim, I'm on them trees like Candy Canes
Lil Tunechi

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I might book me for a show
Charge my ass the low and pick up the whole dough
That's hustlenomics, I was high in my class pictures
I like math, all I did was add bitches
Swagger galore, got your girl on all fours
It's not doggystyle, I call it froggystyle
You dog her out, I tell her, hop in
2 Chainz, my first chain had a twin
Gas in my blunt, watching ESPN
And, if that pussy good I wanna see her again
Yeah, I'm from College Park and I got ya broad with me
Salt water pool, I can put a shark in it
Everything authentic, plus I named my pistols
Last name Fuck, first name I Don't Give A
Pockets look pregnant, they 'bout to deliver
So when I start pimpin', you know the procedure

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
All my niggas gangstas, all my bitches freaks
I tickle her pussy, got that pussy tickle pink
I'm the heart of the streets, and I just skipped a beat
And if that pussy sweet, I want that candy, trick or treat
I got diamonds in my teeth, so all my words are precious
I'm so fuckin' hot I sssssss... I'ma need some more S's
Man I'm on some other shit, I want another bitch
That want another bitch, and I don't cuddle bitch
I hit her with that shovel dick, I got in that pussy and dug a ditch
Some people gotta punch the clock, man I rather punch a brick
Cause I'm that nigga, and I'm so cold I just shivered
These niggas think they hard, these niggas just nipples
I pop a nigga like a sicle, drop a nigga like a missile
Mo' money mo' issues, I'll size you up and fit you
Tunechi

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Gunwalk lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda)


[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And there's no talkin' back when my gun talk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga
Leave that nigga with a toe tag nigga
Barrel so long, you can pole dance, nigga
Run up in ya house, where the dope at nigga
Murder she wrote on a notepad nigga
Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga
Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga
I walk around with this shotgun
And this bitch bigger than me nigga
Don't open up yo fuckin' mouth
Cause I'll pull the trigger like teeth nigga
Shoot 'em up, then leave nigga
I smell summer's eve nigga
We shoot first, it's better
To give than receive nigga

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And there's no talkin' back when my gun talk

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Keep that ho shit over there
And we don't shoot in the air
I can't fuck with these niggas
Man these niggas gummy bears
Hair trigger on the gun
I pull that muthafucka hair
It's like man you can't trust nobody
I don't even have a trust fund
Don't buck, nigga, don't stunt, nigga
Don't duck, nigga, cause I duck hunt
Bitch rock with me, that Glock with me
That chopper with me, obviously
I'ma empty this muthafucka
That's fifty shots, approximately
Now fuck with me, get fucked over
Emergency room: rushed over
Hollow tips, in the clip
My gun loaded: yours sober
I pull yo card like a lawn mower
Fall back or I'm goin' forward
I see you got yo gun drawn
I send you back to the drawin' board

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
Walkin' round this muhfucka limpin'
Cause the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scotty Pippen's
On the molly and I'm twisted, throw ya body with the fishes
Double back around that corner and I'm bodying the witness
Uh, real niggas don't talk much, do drive by's and walk ups
Lame rappers that talk tough get a broke jaw, star struck
I don't fuck with the lame niggas, I got good aim nigga
Pop a pill, pop you, my nick name is Pain Killer
I'm still that same nigga, Eastside I rep that
Pussy niggas better get right or where I see you, you get left at
Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk
Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk
Gudda!

[Hook: Gudda Gudda]
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And there's no talkin' back when it go off
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Speechless
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

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No Worries lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Detail)


[Hook: Detail]
You can look me in my face
I ain’t got no worries [3x]
See the sh-roomies keep me up
So I ain’t got no worries
I ain’t got no worries [2x]
You see money right there, yeah,
That’s Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah, that’s Mack Maine right there,
And we ain’t got no worries
You see pussy right there
Red bone mangoes right there
See them sh-roomies right there, yeah
We ain’t got no worries

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tunechi in this bitch, everybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel buried
And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant
Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private
Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers
Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleek
All these bitches think they’re the shit, I sent them up shits creek
You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas
It’s OK if you turn up just don’t turn off my light years
All I know is I do it what I’m smoking I grew it
These are Blood gang Piru it, all rats gotta die even Stewart
On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch nigga
I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers
You don’t get dissed, you get disfigured
She say, "Sorry, I didn’t shave so that pussy is a little furry."
I put that pussy in my face
I ain’t got no worries
Tunechi

[Hook: Detail]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
We ain’t got no worries
She bad as a hooker, so she ain’t got no worries
She want me to eat her sugar. I say, "Why you in a hurry?"
She say, "Why you asking questions?" I say, "Bitch, you tryna be funny!"
Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that donkey kong
I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bar
That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose
These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show
I swear I saw my hoe, I swear she was with my hoe
You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat
Bitch it’s Tunechi and I’m out here, no worries no worries
I would talk about my dick, but man that shit'd be a long story

(Yeah, oh shit, uh huh, yeah, young mula, baby!)

[Hook: Detail]

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Back To You lyrics - Lil Wayne


[Hook]
Now I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you
And I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you

[Verse 1]
She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs
She ride me like a drive by, I'm real these niggas Sci-Fi
But that's neither here nor there
She been contemplating short hair
She said she tryna be different
But she just like the rest of these bitches
But that's neither here nor there
And my dick is her chair
It be sexual warfare, I be loaded like software
Got so many hoes, I'm ho'in, but she the only one worth knowin'
And yeah I do my dirt, but that's for the flowers to grow in
I ain't trippin', but she be trippin'
They ain't got shit on me, but she keep sniffin'
Look girl, just gimme that brain, and I'll return the favor
Them hoes say I'm a dog, but how come I don't chase 'em
I lick her with no chaser, I pick her out a line up
I just wanted some time, she say "okay I'm ya honor"
But she been wantin' to break up, since Dolce and Gabbana
All that ass I just be like come sit yo groceries on my counter
I drink tea, she drink wine, call it Tijuana
I dyin' to meet a girl, but she want me to meet her momma
Swear I may go Issey Miyake, Bond no. 9
The weed is funky, but I'm smelling fine
Tunechi

[Hook]
Now I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you
And I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you

[Verse 2]
I got that shit in my system
Somebody gon' be my victim
Eh, so where you at wit' it
Cause I can't do it by myself, I need an ass-istant
I got that good good, that get right
That early morning, that midnight
I beat it up, like a fist fight
One, two, three, four, five, six nights
That dick all in yo windpipe
Some of her friends I dislike
Some of yo friends, they alright
Sometimes I think y'all all dykes
But fuck all that, I'm on one
Don't wanna be with the wrong one
That cold head, that warm tongue
My third leg run marathons
I feel you like I'm blind girl
Can't you see, it's meant to be
So come to me, then come for me
My game cold, one degree
I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cause misery loves company
One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee
I miss you in the worst way, ride that dick no speed bumps
No redlights, no stop signs, just get to Lil Tunechi

[Hook]
Now I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you
And I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you

[Verse 3]
Should I call somebody else?
Cause girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself
Girl you know it need some help, it'll make a nigga's day
If you said you on your way, yeah
Should I call somebody else?
Cause girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself
Girl you know it need some help, it make a nigga's day
I just hope you know the way
And she said

[Hook]
Now I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you
And I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you

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