Cashed Out lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Fuck nigga, them fuck niggas

My blunt bigger than these lil niggas

Keep stuntin with your bitch ass

You’ll get Jacked and Jilled, nigga

Fuck wrong with these sissy niggas?

I’m smoking that Bill Bixby nigga

I’m spendin money, spendin money

Ben Franklin dizzy nigga!

Your bitch on my dick, I told her I was busy

She say “Wayne on me, Wayne on me” cause yo ass need drizzlin’

That pussy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon

And if she bounce that ass then I’m dribblin

That pussy so wet, it turned into a Gremlin

There’s only one me, ain’t no equivalent

She give me brain, brain like trivia

I got a black bitch and a red bitch

I call them hoes Aunt Vivian

Chopper knock your face off

Black shades, Ray Charles

I be killing young hoes

I got your ho up in my graveyard

I ain’t working with a full deck

But I pull out that Ace card

She grab that dick with 2 hands

Like she about to pray for it

Clips hanging, no curfew

Fuck you and who birthed you

I’m shining like church shoes

Birdman Jr.: y’all birdfood

I’m bout it.. I said I’m about to cum

She opened her mouth: water fountain

When I’m on the scene I’m on that lean

Bitch, I’m drowsy

Man, I’m so high I don’t know what I’m laughing about

I got bars, nigga

And it’s happy hour!

[Verse 2]

Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas

Riding around with a bitch named Molly and she on Molly – ha!

Bitch I put my foot in your ass: karate

Man these niggas can’t see me like a diary

Smoke that weed, let’s get irie

Nina shut up, that bitch got a silencer

Top of the gun there is a scope

I close one eye, I look like a pirate, fuck it!

Trukfit my bitch up, Tunechi lee big nuts

I’m getting my dick sucked

I blow weed like it’s dust!

Spacehead: love pussy, hate feds

Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider

Told her drive it like it got 8 legs

I’m a made nigga: Machiavelli

That Mack-11 necessary

I’m a hard head: I pop the cherry

No pussy, no rats, no Tom and Jerry

They say your friends are your enemies?

Well, my friends are imaginary

I’m the motherfuckin resolution like the 1st of January

My ride cold and my bitch hot

I’m tired as hell but my dick not

I don’t gas no bitch, no pitstop

Smoke Barney and Baby Bop!

Y’all niggas act like lady cops

My niggas smoke like coffee shops

That’s syrup gang, wafflehouse

Gunfight, I’ll knock you out

My bitch titties is poppin out

We poppin up and we get it poppin

Mask on, gloves on

Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin out

Like Nicki’s ass

Smoking on that sticky bag

Weezy F: I’m big and bad

Small feet, but I kick your ass

I’m the trigger man, that shooting star

Eat that pussy like caviar

She treat that dick just like a straw

How you like them apples, Microsoft?

Now wipe it off..

I do Liv on Sundays: church!

Step off in that motherfucker fresher than some Certs

Uuh! Who the fuck is Stevie J?

I got the ball, playing keepaway

Kidnap your ass, kill your ass

Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg!

It’s Hollygrove to my deathbed

Just make sure my pillow’s fluffed

Hit a nigga with a million shots

What you call that? A million bucks

Good weed, we pass around

Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth

It’s Young Money, Cash Money

Til the motherfuckin day I’m Cashin Out!

Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas

Your bitch wanna come round her where the grass is greener

And if you passing that weed I’m the wide reciever

@liltunechi follow the leader, bitch

No Worries lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Detail)

[Hook: Detail]

You can look me in my face (I ain’t got no worries) [x3]

See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain’t got no worries) [x3]

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 redbone mangos right there

See them sh-roomies right there we ain’t got no worries

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Tunechi in this bitch, e’rybody 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, 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 said 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 Wanye]

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 trynna 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 bars

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 ho, I swear she was with my ho

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 would be a long story

[Hook: Detail]

Mercy lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Hook (x4):]

O-O-O-Okay

Lamborghini Mercy

Your chick she so thirsty

I’m in that two seat lambo with your girl

She tryna jerk me

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

Drop it the floor make that dick shake

My home girls slurp it like a milk shake

All you niggas want some Nick cake

If you eat ass I got a thick plate

Weezy, Weezy don’t we do this very easy

I came from Trinidad on a temporary visa

Cause motherfuckers know I put the hex on bitches

I fuck a bitch over like I’m sexing bitches

Tic-tac-toe then I put the X on bitches

Point game I score who’s next you bitches

Cause all you niggas fake

And all you niggas broke

So all you niggas fuck you

All you niggas choke

Cause all you do is boast and argue over hoes

So all you niggas toast

Cause all you deep throat word

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]

Fuck fuck your Lambo

Fuck fuck your Merce

I got more money

In in my fucking purse

Court side you in the C Section

I’m with them bloods you-you with the C Section

In Malibu I’m bout a sea section

And all these bitches is my sons

Yeah C-Section

I’m a Republican voting for Mitt Romney

You lazy bitches is fucking up the economy

Out in Miami I be chilling with a zombie

Diablo Alejandro de mello Gandhi

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

I’m the shit turn your nose up

I threw some bad bitches on my tour bus

I threw some bad bitches on my private jet

If them bitches ain’t fucking give them parachutes

Walked up to a redbone like I’m the shit

Told her give me that pussy, and fuck my bitch

Yeah skate rebel gun at my waist level

Bitch yellow, tape yellow, give you an H-A-L-O

I don’t do pussy niggas, but get the most pussy nigga

I’m popping purps I’m sipping lean

Smoking pot like cooking dinner

My homie T, roll up my blunt

Skinnier than Rex Ryan

I’m counting money I’m smoking plants

Call that shit math and science

Now suck dick, Trukfit

Snapback on your dog ass

These niggas broke like Mr. Glass

They don’t want none, Sister Act

Cause Young Money you bitch you

My weed louder than pimp suits

Your bitch swallow my pimp juice

Her pussy wetter than swim suits

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

Swish, Michael

Phelps nigga in your ho

Coupe the color of Yoohoo

Rude boy free Buju

Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas

I been balling since '98

Fuck y’all I’d rather skate

Shoot you up in your database

I fell in love with drop tops

I fell in love with shotguns

Our guns bigger than cop guns

Y’all ain’t spitting, dry tongue

I like wet pussy, she like hard dick

Hard head make her soft fast

Tatted up from head to toe

Guess you can call me a marked man

Wayne soaring

All my whores is whoring

All you rappers is boring

Trukfit hat and some Jordans

[Hook]

Burn lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Verse 1]

Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove

I’m sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose

Red bone naked, in the bed flexin’

I say bitch I ain’t impressed you must of got the wrong impression

I ain’t with the BS, I’m flyer than PF

Man we living in hell like a deep breath

Real niggas with real money real bitches with fake asses

If she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her

Money on the table, guns on the table

Bitch I’m on that syrup tell that hoe leggo my Eggo

And my girlfriend is that choppa, I finger fuck that ho

Hello I am Tunechi you had me at hello

Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax

Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks

We got that work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax

I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks

Pussy nigga I’ll murder you then dance at your funeral

Blood I’ll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion

Wake up like Bone Thugs I’ll call your bluff pick the phone up

Her titties fake but they look real cubic zirconia’s

Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups

Your bitch call me when she hot Krispy Kream donuts

Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes

I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe

Bitch what they gonna say?

Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break

Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake

I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake

[Hook]

And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn

Yeah I let that kush burn

Smoking gasoline bitch

The booth on fire I’m in here getting higher

Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire

[Verse 2]

Money on my mind I ain’t thinking bout no bitch

I’m talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch

Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch something

Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan

Shit get real if ya scared go to catholic school

And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room

Shoot your ass 100 times and stand over you

Lil’ Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia

Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip

Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons

Preach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech

I be faded like bleach, double barrel Siamese

I like my swisher obese fuck that bitch like police

Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked goatee

Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach

That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech

Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell

My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield

We’ll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell

We pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums oatmeal

I’m stuntin getting new money

Trukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em

I get better like fine wine I'm fire like cayenne

In the words of my nigga BP I’ll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM

Lil’ bitch

Niggas gonna talk they ain’t talking bout shit

Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick

Fuckin’ fuck niggas on that fuck shit

Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit

[Hook]

And let that kush burn let that kush

Yeah I let that kush burn

Smoking gasoline bitch

The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher

Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer

Amen lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Boo)

[Verse 1: Lil Wanye]

Gangsta Grillz ya bastards!

There’s a couple married bitches in the building

Fucked them!

I get them out I get that pussy

The End

I see you niggas got no life.. Sixth Sense

She said she wanna fuck my brains out

But she gonna have to suck this dick first! Preach!

Fucking right, I’m deep

She sat on my dick, she sat on my face

I told that bitch she got good seats

Man, these niggas softer than fleece

2D niggas, and they obliques

You talked that shit, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep

Bitch you know the motto!

It’s Young Money over hoes

Lying to these bitches, they call my dick Pinnochio

Gettin’ to the money, now the money getting to me

She say my ver-dick is hung like a jury

I’m on the track: DOA

Some of these niggas be DEA

Money tall: NBA

Broke niggas: SMH

Hit em like Canseco

But she be like “No way Jose!”

I got all that white

What you call that? OKKK!

Every night I go hard

She blow me like Boston George

She like it in her ass, mouth and pussy

3 car garage!

These niggas is false alarms

They don’t mean no fuckin harm

Hey baby let’s make a porn!

Ba-bum! Devil horns

You know that I ain’t got no ceilings

The money changed me, I’m making chameleons

Only God can judge me, can’t appeal it

In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit

Amen!

Tell them alphabet boys it’s a “G” thing

I’ve got a street sweeper, do you need your street cleaned?

Young Money bitch! We colder than a ski team

Red beam, if you scared, mufucka go to church!

Preach! Security breach

I’m on that grass harder than cleats

I’m on that gas, y’all on E

Nigga my cash out of your reach

I run shit like the reverend

She get on her knees for this dick

Then swallow all of them blessings

Church!

[Verse 2: Boo]

It’s just a way of life

Bought my mama a crib

Bought my daddy a car

Let him go meet Tune

Now they think I’m a star

Damn I love this life wouldn’t trade it for nothing

Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain’t standing for nothing

I smoke that loud so I don’t hear haters talking

Plus these bitches be stalking trying look for a fortune

In the Chi we say church when the pussy gets purchase

Got a bitch so bad she make a player get nervous

Now good ain’t good enough and my hood is hood as fuck

I be praying for them shortys trynna get their dollars up

Swag so dope you probably think I’m dealing

And I only give head if baby girl swallow children

Boo ain’t got a ghost and bitches still be catch the holy ghost

She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose

Pimpin’ so cold put that on my overcoat

Only ride foreign

We don’t do 100 spokes

When broke niggas talk that’s 100 jokes

Ha Laughing at you fuck boys

Skate gear I’m a truck boy

On my truck right I don’t give a fuck boy

Get Smoked lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Lil Mouse)

[Lil Mouse]

09, we tote; my niggas ain’t no joke

And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Lil Wayne]

uh.

I’m rollin, all my niggas rollin,

Keep that fuckin red bandana, Hulk Hogan

I’m cuttin up like scissors

Comin down hard like blizzards

I’m getting head while giving head that’s a head on collision

I’m on a pain pill

I keep this shit trill

These niggas ain’t forreal, Like a fire drill

Your hoe on my back, like a fuckin 5th wheel

that bitch make her pussy open and close like fish gills

I put all my niggas on, but some of them niggas gone

Them niggas callin my phone, leave me alone

I’m lightin up that strong, then pass it to my bro

Numbers don’t lie, except 5-0

Different color Trukfit shirts

You niggas pull down your skirts

If I die of these purp, put a bad bitch in my hearse

My hoes lift up they shirts, I’m high as Captain Kirk

If we run out of work, we Rob like Burke.

ugh

[Hook (x2)]

09, we tote; my niggas ain’t no joke

And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Lil Mouse]

Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him

If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them

My niggas rollin for for features; that bitch going, she a eater

She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater

Hit squad [?], yea nigga

.30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man

Glock 40 I’m tuckin it; I’m rolling with my hitters

I’ll send my hitters out to go get you

Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands

Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance

Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands

Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance

Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self

Melly got the .30 on his hip, he gone need some help

I’m a gangster, nigga, and I could do this shit my fucking self

Pistol hit his melon; it ain’t gone be nothing left

[Hook (x2)]

09, we tote; my niggas ain’t no joke

And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Lil Wayne]

Runnin around with my gangstas, Runnin up in these yellow hoes

Everybody wanna fuck my bitch, her pussy lips like heaven doors

It’s pussy, money, and kush,

Skateboards and shrooms

These niggas think they the shit,

these niggas perfume

Hollygrove, so Hollygrove, all I know is Hollygrove

I’m sick with it, I’ve been diagnosed

We don’t cut the coke, that’s diet coke

These niggas broke, I’m paid in full

Blood gang, Red Bull

My tounge is like a surf board, and her pussy is like a wave pool

Tunechi!

[Hook (x2)]

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!