Famous lyrics - Lil Wayne

Greatest DJ in the world
Best Rapper Alive
Young Money
Volume 1
LilWeezyAna
Raj Smoove
Yo Taz, I see you
Greatest DJ in the world

OK
I spit that
Get back
I'm intact
In fact
The author's authentic
OK
I spit that
Get back
I'm intact
In fact
The author's -
OK
I spit that
Get back
I'm intact
In fact
The author's authentic
Oil, slick like Syntec
Inject
Even the paralyzed feel my impact
As I
Skim back
Over my words that's on the page, I'm lyin
I don't write
I get high
And ignite
I got a serious mental plan
And
Dental plan
And
You don't want to bring the giant out of the gentle-man
Gee, golly, gigabytes, and a Gorilla's hand
To the side of a nigga face like I don't give a damn
Even if he's with his mans
And thems
I put his plans
And limbs
All over his pants
And Timbs
And I wasn't fortunate to grow up like The Sims
But instead I blew up
Before I grew up
I spend 8 and put 2 up
Cause you never know when I have to do what
Do when?
Do who?
Do you
And you two
And, you too..
Now, I'm Cuckoo
Like birds
With my words
I'm poopoo
Meaning I am the shit on you turds
Yes, and I get on your nerves
Yes, and I get on your nerves
And yes: And I get on your nerves
And sit on your mind like piss on the curb
Bitch-bitch! Disturb me?
While I'm working?
You are just another Earthling
Be in the game, shit I must be first-string
I like my tucks baggy and my turf clean
Check my pattern/scheme
I probly have on rocks from the Moon, and Saturn's Ring
Uh, whose badder
Give 'em a ladder
Tell them climb on up here and watch me get at her
The badder part about it is, these niggas hate
But you won't even get a bar on my mixtape
I'm probly on a boat feedin a bitch grapes
And crepes
By the way
That's French pancakes
Je parlons Francais tres bien
Garcon adore chaude lesbiennes
Pardon my French
Pardon the stench
But I smoke that Grinch
Til my eyes squinch
I meant
Squint
I'm so bent
Like a dent
But bitch, I'm still no Clark Kent

And my Momma used to tell me
Not to let nobody fuck with me
It stuck with me
I keep it real to the world: Publicly
Unbelievable...
I said my Momma used to tell me
Not to let nobody fuck with me
It stuck with me
I keep it real to the world: Publicly
Unbelievable...

Bitches say they love you
But they hate you
And they say that it's all a part of our animal nature
Son, just watch your damn behavior
Cause every animal has a tamer
I come from where the Gangstas came from
Go down like the rain that the drain sucks
Goddamn the game sucks:
Thank God I'm Famous

I Like Dat lyrics - Lil Wayne

Can I speak on how I feel y'all?
Let my heart do the talkin...
Listen up, princess

I wake up in the morning, take a knee and thank God
Then go to the mirror, look myself in the eyes
Today I didn't wake up with a woman on my side
Yesterday I didn't wake up with a woman on my side
Neither the day before that, nor before that
I just remember the moments, call me Kodak
And know that I do miss ya
But it's your denial that I must hold against ya
Since you been gone
I have been all alone
But alone is steroids, cause it made me strong
Gurl, hurr gone in the wind
Ya cheated on God's son, baby girl, that's a sin
But I forgive you
But I can't give you
Another chance, ma, you're in my rearview
And I put that ring on your finger, I was all in
But now it's just a symbol of what could've been
Goddamn

And now I'm by myself, but..
(I like it)
Damn, she left me all by myself, but..
(I like it)

Yo!
I love my niggas, no homo
I swear I hope they all get cheese, like Digiorno
And something bout the Hot Boys that you don't know
I got a lot of love for 'em that I don't show
And B.G. been my nigga since the front do'
I hope Chopper City Records blow, fo sho'
And me and Juvey never really got along
But you still would let your nigga
Come get on your hottest song
Damn, I fuck wit ya for that
I fuck wit ya lil Wack
And me and Skip go back
(Skip what up)
When you see a real nigga you gotta tip your hat
And since I'm a real nigga, I do just that
I had my own lawyer working on Turk's case
After I heard him dissing me on the mixtape
Cause he's locked up and I'm free
He got a lot more to worry bout than me
I ain't trippin

Y'all niggas left me by myself, but I can't front
(I like it)
And so, now
I became the President of the spot y'all left me at, hm
A lot has changed, but, I can't front
(I like it)

Money In The Bank lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Mack Maine)

Money, I'm paid (blast off on these niggas)

I got money on the drank
And half on the dank
(The greatest DJ in the world), (east side)
[x4]

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, thank god I'm a millionaire
Hard body, these other boys teddy bears
Fuck with me momma, I know you want a G
And I'm a real blood, if you want R&B
Just call me Carter honey, if you can't say the baby
Bitch I'm so fuckin' hot, I feel radiated
Ho I'm so fuckin' fly, my eyes are aviaters
I'm stuck at the top floor in the elevater
Cause I'm high, dumb high
Nigga, I could look into the sun's eyes
Young guy, but rich though
And I keep a rag on me like a 64, like a 64
You know I got that bounce
It's mister-quick-to-pour-a-eighth into a 20 ounce
Okay I'm Terminater, you niggas Minnie Mouse
And I'm Young Money, anyhow

I got money on the drank (drank)
And half on the dank (dank)
(Mack Mizzle)
[x9]

[Mack Maine:]
It's hood shit baby, so you know it's all thug's
Rockstar life, lotta sex and alot a drug's
It's OG Kush, purple dro and kind bud
Have a real nigga feelin' like he's so fucked up
Have a fake nigga feelin' like he's so bucked up
There go the weed man, spitta back the truck up
There go the lean man, thugga we done lucked up
I mix the two dro by my bitch and then we rough fuck
I leave a Crego to the lot and pick a Jag' up
If you was in my shoes, nigga you could brag cuz
Weezy Wee got me, Baby he got me
Young Money, Cash Money, bitch that's my posse
40. cals with brokes, safeties just try to rob me
Million dollar man Ted DiBiase
Now let me tell you, if I'm missin' a bush
Shit'll get ugly than New York from the Flavor Of Love

I got money on the drank (drank)
And half on the dank (dank)
(Mack Mizzle)
[x9]

Now we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds)
Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we on the grind (on the grind)
Cause we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds)
Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we on the grind (on the grind)

Nigga Wit Money lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Hook:]
Work on the kitchen table
Where the bags at
Work on the kitchen table
Where the bags at
Work on the kitchen table
Where the bags at
Work, work
I'm a nigga with money
I'm a nigga with money
I'm a nigga with money
And I don't love that bitch
I tell her; bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, make me rich
I'm a nigga with money
And I don't love that bitch

Yeah
Backpack
Full of stacks
All the bitches love me
Don't compare me
To these rappers
I'm on a different budget
I ain't even gotta practice
Never getting rusty
No I ain't lookin down
But I see no one above me
The paper bag brown, wit dirty green money
The bank account good, full of clean money
Fuck chain money
I blow ring money
I got that motherfuckin never-see-the-bank money
Magazine money
Do a spread on me
And you can turn your back, but never turn the Feds on me
Read the note attached: We got ya lil homey
We need bread homey, or that's ya dead homey
I'm like a Corleone, meet the fucking mob
I can get you whacked, or give your ass a job
Weezy F B
I holla CMB
Coca Cola classic, caffeine free

[Hook]

Stop playing with me, stop playing with me bitch
Stop playing with me, stop playing with me bitch
I'm a cash money stunner on my 14th summer
Dick a bitch down and take everything from her
Now run to the kitchen, I ain't hungry, I ate
Bitch put 36 O's on my plate
See my pa was cooking slabs while my mom was cooking dinner
See my momma is a chef and my daddy was a dealer
Grandaddy was a dealer and my auntie is a killer
I hope she know I love her, pray the pigs never get her
My brother still a baby, and my uncle kinda raised me
Y'all pray for his wife, cause that cancer shit is crazy
And my daughter's so smart that it scares me
Her mother is an angel, she's always there for me
And me, I'm just wild; I think I need therapy
Because I'm going after that money, no matter where it be

[Hook]

Donks lyrics - Lil Wayne

Look here
SB donks, five-seven-five jeans
Five thousand dollars on my fuckin wallet chain
I be wildin maine, I'mma island man
There ain't nothin' else by me mane
I tell em float on and go on to the ozone
Im so gone, my blunt like a pole long
I prolong, and hold on
To it like a trombone, I'm so blown
And um, I got that cock back, I don't need that thumb bone
So come on, you get the one with the drum on, it
That's that one that goes dit, dit dit dit dit dit dit dit
I'm so terrific when I spit, put my foot up in your ass
Now I'm kickin in your shit
Now I'm pitchin at your bitch
And she catch it with her lip, naw she catch it wit her mouth
And since I'm the president, she tried to catch it on her blouse
I tell her whoa, easy baby
I'm king cake, so she eat the baby
Wait, shit gets way more crazier
We flipped the bitch like she was in the gymnasium
I ain't fuckin with them bitches with that stadium
That's no dome, bitch go home... b bi bitch, bitch go home

Bitch I spent a hundred winters on my snow cone
Lil nigga walking like he get his bowl on
Boss man, pimp stroll, pimp stroll
I can let my money go when the wind blow
Bet it come right back like a rental
And bet them bitches understand me like 10-4
Niggas is simple, like instrumentals
I bet you bitches understand me like info
Get your top chopped, and get trimmed low
Sumn like my Benzo
Riding with my friends hoes
No I mean my hoes friends
Fucking all my hoes friends
Takin all my hoes ends, that what make the globe spin
I tell these young niggas; pimp or die
Don't get that Benz, if they don't split them i's
Dig them thighs, thin them ties
And if you reach at I
I don't preach I speech and give you beef wit them fries
Come to the beach and find
I live where all the little seagulls fly
See, baby I'm so high
All I need you to do is just shut up and ride
Bitch bitch shut up and ride

Look, and me and Mac was just two niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree, cut from the same wool
I'm just the lion and he the young bull
Not Sammy the bull
That pistol on my hip then I got a hammy to pull
I had a Lammy in school, I think it was diablo red
I'm T.I. red, I'm t.I.red, you d.I.ed because of what you said
Chea, I'm as sharp as an image
And I keep it bumpin like a motherfuckin blemish
Two twins drink me up like Guinness
When I'm finished I say "Brilliant!"
When I'm finished they say "Weezy you killed it"
I hop on your shit and they say "Weezy you healed it"
So fly, got wings tattooed on me, the gun glued on me
But I pop you in your stomach, now I got ya yesterdays food on me
Now that was real rude, homie
And I smell like a weed plant
Young Money motherfucker, where cheese at

Triggaman lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Curren$y)

Fuck that nigga
Pussy ass nigga
Straight murder that boy and every pussy that's with em
Sit em in the trunk, tell him let's have fun
No noise fat potato on the end of the gun
My boy’s get that paper just as quick as it come
And if you're standing in the way then mama missing her son
I remember back in the day it was me and Brandon
Cut school, smoke weed, I was strapped, he had one too
Rest in piece from the Hollygrove crew
Tell ya momma I will do whatever she needs me to do

Lil Beezy we use to get ready,
Can't believe my nigga dead ah

I'm an apple street killer, a eagle street soldier
Lil Spitter I'm a ropa
Silver duck tape her
I'm a kidnapper
If ya bitch look good bet I'm a get at her
She see me in the coupe I put the petal to the metal
If ya boy wanna trip I put the ratta to the tatta
Everybody scatter tryna get the fuck away
Sparks fly, glass shatter, situation gets sadder
Daddy I'm a pitcher, who's the next batter
I whip it like gadda and I throw it right at em
Junior high school, high school when I had em
Had 10 dollar bags 25 dollar package
We ain't even in the same lane, stop lacking
Damn even Mack Maine tell me I'm macking
Nigga stop trippin, bitch shake ya laffy taffy
This is New Orleans classic, young Wayne the main attraction

I got that goose in my system, somebody gone be my victim

Talkin with ya bitch, meeting with ya bitch, creeping with ya bitch
Now I'm sleepin with ya bitch
You can keep her, she a bitch
I don't love her, I don't trust her
Nigga own mother told me the bitch loves to hustle
Gotta get that paper baby, gotta get that cake
Cop a black lamborghini, put gold on the plates
Gone to the beach, sand at my feet
R1 one wheel hanging off the seat
My nigga Lil Naughty was down town g
We use to blow 2 or 3, tell him all about the streets
My nigga Soulja Slim had the mutha fuckn message
[?] was a uptown legend

Lil Naughty we use to get red eye,
Can't believe my nigga dead ah
Lil Soulja he meant what he said ah,
Can't believe that nigga dead ah

My nigga Lil Spitta that's my nigga all day
First bullet out the barrel nigga better guard your face
My nigga Lil Spitta he in the game let's play
He about to take over for my half time break

Now once upon a time not long ago
He was in the hospital and damn near broke
And all he had was a mask and a Glock
A box of baking soda and a couple of pots
The streets was empty, the fiends was hungry
He wanted to give em just what they wanted
To get cheap coke all he needed was connect
So he called his homie Wayne from the Hollygrove set

Yes
Then I got his call, I'll be on the way
Don't worry about nothing but that money to be made
Met up Spitter we got the shit straight and I gave him the dope and I kept the ye
Now we on the grind and the bitches know who we are
I come through in the car like gosh
My posture as delicate as fur, I'm all hers
Cut niggas head like barbers
Fruity ass niggas is starburst
Throw em in the ceiling fans
Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking triggaman
Yea yea, throw em in the ceiling fans
Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking triggaman
Yea yea the motherfucking triggaman

Secretary lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Curren$y)

[Lil Wayne:]
She is so sick, and I would love to be her patient
And I will work every day as long as she's my occupation
Be, be, don't you wanna be
Be my secretary, she's my secretary
He's just secondary, we do what we wanna
He don't have the slightest
He thinks she's the nicest
I think she's so nasty
We do it so often
It seems like a job now
Like a nine to five now

Don't you wanna be (don't you wanna be)
Be my secretary (be my secretary)
Come and work for me (come and work for me)
Whatever's necessary (whatever's necessary)

[Curren$y:]
She's my employee of the month
Because of her I never learned how to role a blunt
She do everything for me, roll magazine for me
Shawty act like she gotta run away from him for me
Wayne, lemme quit talkin' and watch where I'm walkin'
I don't wanna step on toes, 'cause her homey gettin' angry
Overtime at the job is keepin' his girl from home
Nine to five or regular hours, but her shift's six to ten
She goes home at ten to be happy with her man
Till I need her too clock back in

[Lil Wayne:]
You can check her resume and see what you will find
She has never missed a day and she has always been on time
When he's not in, that's when she clocks in
And if the bible says it's wrong, God don't forgive us for our sins

Don't you wanna be (don't you wanna be)
Be my secretary (be my secretary)
Come and work for me (come and work for me)
Whatever's necessary (whatever's necessary)

Weezy F, motherfuckin' Baby
Weezy F, motherfuckin' Baby
Come and see the motherfuckin'
Come and see the motherfuckin'
Weezy F, motherfuckin' Baby
Come and see the motherfuckin' hospital
Weezy F, motherfuckin' Baby
Come and see the motherfuckin' hospital

Vans lyrics - Lil Wayne

Ayo, Paul, why'ont you roll up a
'Young L'
Hahah
Young Money, Volume 1
Yeah
LilWeezyAna
Yeah
DJ Raj Smoove, greatest DJ in the world
Weezy F Baby, best rapper alive
[?]
Let's go

Yeah, young Wayne
Up in this thang
The boy get money like the summer get rain
I got game, that's just that
Baby, I'm a player, check my stats
She just wanna caress my tats
And then I jumps up in that pussy and run laps
Yeah, it's Weezy baby
Now keep me in your mouth like you're teethin baby
Haha, and I swear I go dumb
I smoke so much, niggas call me No Lungs
I'm just trying to stack mo' funds
Baby I'm a god, I should walk around with nuns
Haha, but I walk around with guns
Use your head or you'll walk around with none
Haha, and that'll be no fun
Now is my era
Bring terror
Like Pun

Fugue, roll up a 'Young L'
Hahah

Amen lyrics - Lil Wayne

(Raj Smooth)
Yeah
The greatest DJ
Yeah
In the world (Ooh, boy)
Yes!
(We about to say a prayer for all our loved ones)
I'mma call this one Real Rap
(Anybody you lost, put 'em on yo heart)
Because this rap is real (light it up for 'em)
Ya know?
I hope you ain't too tired to cry
And I hope you know you ain't never too live to die, heh

Listen..
I grew up where the people call them people on us
Think we slangin, but we just got beepers on us
Grinding all day like we got sleep insomnia
Living like the videos, write a treatment on us
Stuck in the hood like they poured cement on us
Ghetto bird still shitin on us
Government still quittin on us
Lost a few homies and the grief's still sittin on us
So we got their names written on us
White folks still spittin on us
And them bitchass police K9's teeth still grittin on us
But we smoke, ashes still gettin on us
Older bitches still hittin on us
I remember well..
Beezy rolled a L
Beezy ain't here
Where's Beezy at?
Beezy got killed
...and that was my nigga
I go way back with my nigga
But I know that's how it happened, my nigga
Shit is much deeper then this rappin, my nigga
But now they all rappin, my niggas
So now I must make it happen
So I'mma play the captain
Sailboat flappin, my nigga
No fingers, I'm snappin
Happy for my nigga lil Tagus
Cause even though we couldn't
The Lord saved him
Last time we seen him was when Katrina hated
Sh, found his body like a month later
Rest in peace, boy
He was a East boy
And so was Wessy West
He was a good nigga
So I know he blessed
And his daughter is a princess
This shit is harder than a bench press
But I'mma keep goin
And I swear I got a lump in my throat
But I'mma keep on pumpin the flow
So if I cry don't stop the beat
I feel like my heart just stopped a beat
My nigga lil Derek was quick to cop a key
Either that or load the gat and go pop a G
And because of that
He's just a name in a rhyme of mine
I pray his family and his momma's fine
So much shit just sit on this mind of mine
I think about it all the time
I drink about it all the time
I smoke back to back
Cause if my thoughts got to me, I'd be in this rap
Or I'd be in the can
Thank God I had dreams of being the man
Yeah
And fuck a man with a badge
Cause he ain't shit to a man on the edge
The 5-0 killed Naudy, good boy dead
Man, you woulda thought they killed cornbread
Shot him up, face down on the lawn
Not to mention, wit his handcuffs on
Not to mention, they had plain-clothes on
And the complaint goes on...
But nobody do nothing about it
The jail house and the morgue is too fucking crowded
And hate is at an all time high
Everybody gotta hate, it's like a fuckin iPod
Shit, and they tried to burn my Phantom up
But I got my gun license, haha
I got my hammers up
I'm ready to shoot like a camera
Stay still motherfucker
I'mma have to write my will this summer
Cause if they don't kill me
I'mma kill this summer
Yeah
And you can put that on my late father
Or my late grandmother, Miss Mercedes Carter
Or my grandfather, Larry Balsock
The old man hustled til his heart stopped
And all I know of my real Pops is that he had money
No bank account, that brown paper bag money
Yeah, he might hit me off with a little brag money
But the nigga still wouldn't be a dad for me
But look how I turned out, I hope he glad for me
But that's why when I see him I acts mad funny
Cause he's a joke to me
Don't message, don't call, don't talk to me
It's just me and my momma
How it suppose to be
And I make sure she paid like she wrote for me
And I know she gets all hope from me
And I don't never wanna see her mope for me
Hopefully!
But truthfully
There is a day that's due for me
But we gon' pray that it's as far as the future sees
You are listening to the future Weez-y F. Baby
Amen

[DJ Raj Smooth:]
Rest in peace to my cousin Kim Carbo
My nigga Vick, Rest in peace lil Harold
Shoutout to my nigga Steveland, rest in peace pimp
Quiet Storm in the building

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Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Rock Remix) lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Hook - Lil Wayne:]
"Pyong" on the Yamaha, chromed out 11 hundred
What I'm doing? Getting money. What we doing? Getting money
What they doing? Hating on me, but they never cross
Cash Money still the company and bitch I'm the boss
And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
I'm the Young Stunna, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy

Yeah bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
Can't see you little niggas cause the money in the way
And I'm - I'm sitting high, a gansta ride, blades
If you ain't gonna ride fly than you might as well hate
Shit, I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate
No it ain't my birthday but I got my name on my cake
Shit, believe that: if your mans wanna play
I'mma fuck around and put that boy's brains on the gate
Hey pick em up! Fuck em, let em lay
Where I'm from we see a fuckin' dead body everyday
That's - Uptown! Throw a stack at em
Make a song about me, I'm throwing shots back at 'em
Ya bitch on my pipe, and she like a crack addict
She saw me cooking eggs and she thought I was back at it
I grab the keys, "ho I gotta go"
I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle locs

[Hook]

[Birdman:]
Shorty, 98's, 45 paper plates
Tint the whole thang, big money heavyweight
A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a Caddy, 25 on the pinky
Bought a pound of blow and bounced back
Matching grills, big houses on the hill
Got them hoes in the kitchen all cooking, paying bills
I start to holler, dollar after dollar
Flipping chickens, getting tickets. Want the money and the power
Born Stunna, Uptown hunter
3rd ward G, nigga, been about money
Ice chunky, Birdman, red monkeys
White Tees on the chromed-out 11 hundreds
You know we shine every summer, we grind every summer
And this is how we spend money
You see them Bentleys and them Lambs'
Them ounces and them grams, bitch we was born hustlas

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah when I was 16 I bought my first Mercedes Benz
I must've fucked a thousand bitches and they girlfriends
White leather, hot new bare rims
Brand new pistol with a trigger like a hair pin
Big work, we don't need a scale man!
Big papers: say "good morning" to the mailman
What you know about putting bricks in the spare, man?
I can stuff a coupe like a motherfuckin' caravan
I'm in my zone, my form is so rare, man
If there's a throne, you looking at the chairman
How you want it, show me my opponent
Show me my opponent
I'm still ballin, a bullet gotta get me
And I've never been a pussy cause my hood never let me
A made nigga, got made niggas with me
I'm a motorcycle boy, so I'm about to park the Bentley

Shooter lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Robin Thicke)

[Lil Wayne:]
Yea, yea, yea
Weezy baby y'all, don't get shot
Rappin' fire, what you know about it
I brought my homie along for the ride
He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel

[Robin Thicke:]
I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even louder we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security good
Jumped right over counter
Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her
I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter

My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
[x2]
[Lil Wayne:] (I think they want me to surrender, but no, I can't do it) [x2]

[Lil Wayne:]
So many doubt 'cause I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake
I'ma play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow

[Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne:]
With all these riches and, all these riches
But ain't no loaners around
They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that
Guns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners that
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter

Put my hands up
They want me with my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter

But I'm not
I just cry mama, I think they, hey
Me think they want me to surrender (shooter)

[Lil Wayne:]
And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' being patient
Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers
It's outrageous, you don't know how sick you make us
I want to throw up like chips in Vegas
But this is Southern face it
If we too simple then y'all don't get the basics

[Robin Thicke:]
Lady walks into a shotgun surprise
Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyes
He said "Bitch is gonna get it", everybody gon regret it
I'm your, shooter

My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
[x2]
[Lil Wayne:] (Me won't surrender, me no pretender)

[Lil Wayne:]
Sock soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, every hundred yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, for, I'm some shit you never saw
I take you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And then they ask who when where how
And, my reply was simply pow!

Mama, I think they, hey, me think they want me to surrender
(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender)
[x2]

No, me won't surrender, no, no
I promise no surrender
I got my burner
And I'm your shooter

Lil Wayne other songs:

1 Arm lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Juelz Santana)

[Lil Wayne:]
What is this!
(Mic check)
I can't feel my fucking face!
(I can't feel my face, bitch)
Ohhhhhhh!

Louisiana live wire, New Orleans nightmare
Got these niggas scared, they growin' white hair
I'm from the swamp lil mud on my Nike airs
Stomp in your face lil blood on my Nike airs
Stomp in your face till your face says Nike air
I'm with my pack and we attack like bears
And we can go anywhere like air
Motherfuckin' temper shiftin like bike
Head high, I got the world on my back they told me I can turn around, but never look down
They told me if I shoot the AK I better aim down
They say even a train collision produces the same sound
I said, wow!
And I went and got two two
So you better be listenin' for that choo choo
Soowoo!

I ain't really the nigga you gon really wanna front on
I put your whole life on your front lawn, come on
Stunt on some shit that none on, gun on
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm

[Juelz Santana:]
Big city terrorizers, you can bet some dollars (boy)
My guns touch kids like pedafilers
I stretch your mouth I'm the excersizor
Gun in his mouth like a breathalizer
Swallow lead saliva, you ain't straight I'm a 12 o'clock ya
Niggas pour cement on your body and cinder block ya
But I really think they shocked at how clear my rocks are
Why my neck look like shots of vodka (damn)
Them boys don't want it with me, (nope)
I'm on that rah rah, uh huh, they sweet like peach, cobla
My bills gotta be paid, my kid gotta get fed
So if a nigga gotta lay down I'm making his bed
So I hope he like his sheets red, (red)
Medium rare I hope he like his meat red, braaap!
You see my homies dressed in deep red (red)
They scramble niggas hope you eat eggs
Onefiftyfirst bitch!

[Lil Wayne:]
I ain't really the nigga you gon really wanna front on
I put your whole life on your front lawn, come on
Stunt on some shit that none on, gun on
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm

[Juelz Santana:]
They say God protect fools and babies
I'm a G, so I depend on my tool for safety
I roll on niggas like skate key
Skate broads, Tony Hawk on a skateboard
Who fucking with me?
With arm on the wheel, with arm on the steel
Could it be I'm crazy, Gnarls Barkley forreal
You play dumb and you lay numb
Face [?] like when the [?] demo tapes come

[Lil Wayne:]
The world is so happy and my gun is too
So how I can take a life when it's dark in the room
When that means it's nighttime so I talk to the moon
And it tells me that I'm flier than the stars on a broom
Yes I'm wicked [?]
And I don't care what niggas say nor what bitches said
We like green all got a different bread
Push my eraser and I will give you [lead]

I ain't really the nigga you gon really wanna front on
I put your whole life on your front lawn, come on
Stunt on some shit that none on, gun on
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm
I can drive the whip and work the tooly whop with one arm

Amazing Amy lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Migos)

[Intro:]
Whoa, I'm in love with that ho bro

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne:]
She crazy as fuck but she sexy as fuck
And she just hit me up, she text me "let's fuck"
I'm just waking up but fuck it I'm up
Ooh! I'm on my way (where?)
Get out my way bump-bump-bump-bump
I'm Norman Bates and this bitch ain't normal, our kids gon be nuts
But when I had the yay
And the police would come she wouldn't give me up
She knew what not to say
And when they would leave, she gave me heads up
Lord I feel like Plies, that's my lil' baby
But that bitch so crazy
That bitch gon kill me, and then she'll be famous, that'll be crazy
Amazing Amy, amazing Amy, my bitch so crazy
But that's my bitch though, I must be crazier, she must be schizo
Fuck it, I love her, fuck it, I love her, don't fuck with my lover
Boy I'll put you under
Her last nigga shunned her, she ride me like Honda
Amazing Amy, amazing Amy, that bitch so crazy
That bitch gon' kill me, then she'll be famous
That's what's amazing
But I'm in love with that ho though
Even though she loco
That pussy got me bozo
I'm in love with that ho bro
Amazing Amy, amazing Amy, my bitch so crazy
That bitch gon' kill me, then she'll be famous
That's so amazing

[Hook - Lil Wayne:]
She's so amazing
Lord I feel like Plies, that's my lil' baby
That bitch gon kill me, that'll be crazy
But that's what's amazing, that's my lil' baby
That bitch so crazy, amazing Amy
And this that Sorry 4 The Wait, Amy
And I'm so sorry for the wait, Amy...

[Verse 2 - Quavo:]
She told me wait on it
I told her she gon have to put a date on it
You already let Tunechi skate on it
My hook in the water, lil' mama, she bait on it
Damn, I mean she bite on it
Kawasaki she can ride on it
She too good for me like some vitamins
She swallowed the dick like a Heineken
I love her she came with a frying pan
Her mama black, her daddy from Japan
So amazing she deserve a Birkin bag
She so crazy she gonna take all of my cash
She in love with my money
And I am so crazy I'm gonna keep spending blue hunnids
And for the jabronis
Waiting for Migos and Wayne to fall off
Nigga you can wait on it

[Verse 3 - Offset:]
Choppa like Tony watch how I do my opponent
Wait on my moment I beat it I own it
Keep that thang on me you won't catch me lonely
She wanna suck and fuck and put it on me
She plotting on me trynna get some money
Had to cut her cause the millions coming
Run off with the work, started trappin dummies
Caucasian, Black and Asian you amazing
We poppin' them seals we not in the Navy
We won't take a deal cause we got the paper
That people hate it, we still nominated
Young Rich Niggas yeah we graduated
I got bitches in the kitchen cookin' Sarah Palin
Smoking up the gas bag you can smell the fragrance
Got me buying handbags, man this bitch is crazy

[Verse 4 - Takeoff:]
Amazing Amy
Amy wanna have my baby
(Nah) she been patiently waiting
Waitin' for me to get famous
Want me to buy her Mercedes
I thumb through the check then I looked at her crazy
I'm focused on the M&M's
You want Benjamin Franklins you gotta have patience
I pull up in the coupe and its disabled
I'm drinking on maple these bitches watching me on cable
Nigga's trynna copy but they can't be the creator
I'm a legend, feel like Will Smith, can you be my Jada?
And I'm in the Oakland Audi looking like a Raider
When the Migos in your city we pack out your stadium
In the kitchen with the Dominican's I'm creating em'
Trappin and dabbin', pull up at the bando I'm raiding it!

[Hook - Lil Wayne]

[Outro - Quavo:]
Amazing, amazing, ohh kill me! Crazy!
Amazing Amy! Oh! Oh!