Waist Of A Wasp lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne

[T-Pain:]
Hey
Whoo, sup girl?
Say Wayne
[Lil Wayne:]
What up dog?
[T-Pain:]
You saw to that?
[Lil Wayne:]
I see her, I see her, I see her, I see her
[T-Pain:]
Hahaha, sop you up with a biscuit

Lately I been tryin' to stop lyin'
But I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't blinded by that ass girl
And I would go to hell as well
If I said you didn't smell like Victoria's Secret when you passed girl
And the plaid skirt you got on
Let's a nigga know you just might have some class girl
So you gotta have you some brain
And with all do respect then you got'sta pass it to Pain
Got'sta pass it to Wayne
And if Wayne pass you on then he pass you to Mac Mane
I could take you solo for dolo
Have you gettin' out of the Lamborghini in slow-mo
But I ain't tryna butter you up
I'm tryna fuck you in the kitchen, let me butter you up
Where's my manners?
Which one you like? Butter or syrup?
Let me show you what your miss butter is worth

[T-Pain (Lil Wayne):]
Ohh what it is?
Baby don't act stupid (Oh no)
Come on now let's do this
Got the waste of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And she already know what it is
Baby you're so perfect (So perfect)
So I know I'm 'bout to murk it (I'm bout to murk it)
Got the waste of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And she already know what it is

[Lil Wayne:]
Shawty want a real nigga
Construction hat Weezy, I'ma build with her
She be my meal after I have a meal with her
Then I deal with her
Now won't you shake like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse, scream and holler 'til you lose your voice
Promise I know how to love
Know what to do with your heart
Shawty you so much of a target
I hit you with a dart
Umm bullseye baby
Ooh aah baby
Can I stick my finger in your apple pie baby?
I know everybody want a piece of the pie
But you know that they ain't greedy as I
Now won't you do it like I told you
Send a pic or download it
'Cause I promise in the Sidekick you got your own folder
If you keep fuckin' with me, you gon' get your own chauffeur
But first put your legs on my shoulders

[T-Pain (Lil Wayne):]
Ohh what it is?
Baby don't act stupid (Oh no)
Come on now let's do this (Let's do this)
Got the waste of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And she already know what it is
Baby you're so perfect (So perfect)
So I know I'm 'bout to murk it (I'm bout to murk it)
Got the waste of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And she already know what it is

[Lil Wayne:]
Now usually I don't go the whole first 9
With a girl on the very first night
But you got the fire to make a nigga feel
Like you supposed to be a niggas wife
And technically I don't believe in fallin' in love
If the love don't don't end with love
So with you I'm gon' begin with love
Yeah
And really I don't be goin' out like that no more unless it's to shop
But with you I wanna go to the top
Now what you, what you think about that?
What you think about that?
What you think about that?
What you think about that?

[T-Pain (Lil Wayne):]
Ohh what it is?
Baby don't act stupid (Oh no)
Come on now let's do this (Let's do this)
Got the waste of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And she already know what it is
Baby you're so perfect (So perfect)
So I know I'm 'bout to murk it (I'm bout to murk it)
Got the waste of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And she already know what it is

Baby don't act stupid (Oh no)
(Oh baby no)
Come on now let's do this (This)
Got the waste of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And she already know what it is
(Bitch it's T-Wayne)
Baby you're so perfect
So I know I'm 'bout to murk it (Young Mula baby)
Got the waste of a wasp and the ass of a horse
And she already know what it is

Oh Yeah lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne

Bitch
Yeah
Been drankin' a little bit
What you wanna say girl?
"Oh yeah"
What you gon' say girl?
"Oh yeah"
Gon' and tell the room girl
"Oh yeah"

[T-Pain:]
Bitch
They call me M.C. Boombox
'Cause when I got a bitch I just boom box
Send her home with no shoes and 2 socks
Keep the shit real like The Boondocks
"Oh yeah"
So call my Teddy McGruger
"Oh yeah"
If her nigga act up then I'ma let out the Ruger
"Oh yeah"
I done ripped this bitch up
Call me Freddy the Kreuger
"Oh yeah"
She won't go to sleep, she stay up watchin' me on computers
Damn, she infatuated
Fell in love with my swag and how fast I ate it
But it's not out of the norm
When I bring the dick storm all these bitches be so fascinated
And they say
"Oh yeah"
Yeah bitch what you tryna say?
"Oh yeah"
What I had you sayin' all day?
"Oh yeah"
I got a bitch from New Orleans she said
"Aww Yay"
Yeah bitch I know, that's what they all say

Breathe lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne

Ba-ba-bangladesh

[Lil Wayne:]
Okay, I know it sound crazy, but I will love my lady
Even if she went crazy like a Theraflu patient
You're my Pamela Anderson, I'm your Tommy Lee
We break up every year like T.O. break up teams
I love the way you used to break up all my weed
We'd smoke, we'd drink, then we reach ecstacy
God damn! She got the best of me
808 and Heartbreaks got me drinking extra lean

Gangstas don't ask they just let it be
Too many tears that I would drown, so I'mma let you breathe
Gangstas don't ask they just let it be
Too many tears that I would drown, so I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

[Lil Wayne (Shanell):]
And I remember everything, baby
Traffic jam, remember me like, baby
Yeah, it might hurt, but it's a sweet pain, baby
I know I got you over be my keychain, baby
It's a G thang, she got a G-Strang
Ooh, but she ain't choose to wear it this evening
Now let the beat bang, just let the beat bang
And shawty, yeah, it might hurt, but it's a sweet pain
Weezy (Baby)

Too many tears that I would drown, so I'mma let you breathe
(Baby)
Too many tears that I would drown, so I'mma let you breathe

[Lil Wayne:]
I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

Ohhhhh, ohhhhh
I don't need that hoe no more
Cause I got a shawty from the west side
She tell me let's drive, and she let me
He take the wheel of her sex drive
We pick up Keisha, she on the East Side
And then the three of us do-do-do it three times
Ohhhhh, ohhhhh
I don't need that hoe no more (Ba-ba-bangladesh)

[T-Pain:]
Okay, let's go, listen, aye
I party in the U.S.A. call me Teddy Montana
Yellow Bugatti could've drove you bananas
If you gon' leave, hol' up, let me get my camera
My new bitch finer, lick that jelly out, jam ya
And the head game sick like cancer
Upside down, porn star, breakdancer
I go H.A.M. on Mariah Carey-looking hoes
So all of them bitches call me MC Hammer
Ha, so I'mma say you dead wrong
And I can't hear you like I got on Dr. Dre headphones
Whoever you with, have fun
Cause I know he can't make that pussy talk
So until we meet again, shawty, just go 'head and walk

[T-Pain (Shanell):]
(Walk, walk, walk, walk)
Go 'head and walk, (walk, walk, walk)
Just go head and walk

[Lil Wayne:]
Too many tears that I would drown, so I'mma let you breathe
Too many tears that I would drown, so I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

I'mma let you breathe
I'mma - I'mma let you breathe

[T-Pain {Lil Wayne} (Shanell):]
{Too many tears that I would drown, so I'mma let you breathe
Weezy} (Baby)
Oh okay, T-Peezy (Baby)
{Lil Weezy} (Baby), T-Peezy (Baby)
{Weezy} (Baby), Peezy (Baby)
Yeeaaahh
It's T-Wayne, man
Breathe
So I'mma let you breathe
And I'mma let em breathe
T-Wayne, he rap, he sangs
Okay, Young Mula Baby

Snap Ya Fangas lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne

[T-Pain:]
Yeah, I know you waitin' on another one
So girl here go the other one
And grind on me while ya snap ya fangas
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas
I know you waitin' on a special song
So you and your nigga can get it on
Now grind on him while ya snap ya fangas
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas, yeah

Shawty, lady, what it Mountain Dew?
I can call you later, I can go out with you
If you snap ya fangas
It look so sexy when you do it 'cause you're doin' it good
I need all my babies, report to the parkin' lot
Chevys and Mercedes, everybody lean and rock
Snap ya fangas, I see you doin' it
That's just how we do in my hood

I know you waitin' on another one
So girl here go the other one
And grind on me while ya snap ya fangas
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas
I know you waitin' on a special song
So you and your nigga can get it on
Now grind on him while ya snap ya fangas
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas, yeah

Stephanies and Keishas, you can ride with me
The Haitians and Puerto Ricans, sak pase, mami
Just snap ya fingas
It's 2 A.M. and I got plenty other places to go
All the Sophias and Tinas
You can call me T, you got so many bitches
I just wanna see you snap ya fangas
Let's get it poppin'
Ain't no stoppin', girl, you already know

I know you waitin' on another one
So girl here go the other one
And grind on me while ya snap ya fangas
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas
I know you waitin' on a special song
So you and your nigga can get it on
Now grind on him while ya snap ya fangas
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas, yeah

[Lil Wayne:]
Aw shawty like
Hello, hi there, then we eye stare
I tell her she can come sit on my high chair
Then we both laugh, she see I'm rare
Like magic, snap ya fingas and I'm there
This a cool song, make it snap on it
If I'd have had more room, I would have snapped on it
And call us by our new names
And that's "Featuring T-Pain and Lil Wayne"

[T-Pain:]
I know you waitin' on another one
So girl here go the other one
And grind on me while ya snap ya fangas
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas
I know you waitin' on a special song
So you and your nigga can get it on
Now grind on him while ya snap ya fangas
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas, yeah

Now lean, back, back, back
Forth and forth and rock
Now everybody snap ya fangas
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas
Now lean, back, back, back
Forth and forth and rock
Now everybody snap ya fangas
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas, yeah, yeah

I know you waitin' on another one
So girl here go the other one
And grind on me while ya snap ya fangas
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas
I know you waitin' on a special song
So you and your nigga can get it on
Now grind on him while ya snap ya fangas
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas, yeah

Heavy Chevy lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne

[T-Pain & Lil Wayne:]
What up, bruh?
What up?
So, y'know, I was thinkin', right?
Y'know, since we doin' the "He Rap He Sang" album, I figured
That you from N-O, right?
Mhm, mhm
Right, right, and I'm from Florida
Tallahassee?
Right, so I got a couple things to, like, teach you
Okay
That you probably need to know about
Since you came to Miami now, and you know what I'm sayin'
You pretty much a certified Florida boy
(Woo!)
So is it cool if, like, I just teach you a couple things you need to know?
It's not much, all you gotta do is sit back, relax, take it in, you ready?
No worries, no homo
Alright, let's go

Heavy Chevys
Heavy, heavy Chevys, man
Bitch
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man?
Bitch
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Yeah, I like this
A'ight big bruh
Fall it out
Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, heavy Chevys, man
I see you
I think I got this one, I think I got it
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man?
Y'know, I was talkin' 'bout, like, Trick Daddy
And y'know, the real Dunk Ryders
Heavy Chevys
Alright
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Let's see what I got
T-W
Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change
The business

[T-Pain:]
So let's start with the
'72 Chevelle, I know that well
'Cause everybody try to buy that bitch from me
But I will never sell, hell
Mids and highs and 4-12s
24 inches, chopped seats, complete with the Pirells
Inside got baby blue 'gator scales
Even on the bottom of the seat, you can see the 'gator tail
My shit hard as a turtle shell
Plus I got a mothafuckin' motor that'll make them tires yell
When I was 11, dawg
I learned 'bout my Chevy, dawg
I burned the Pirellis off
Convertible, take it off
Believe my leather stayin' soft
That's why I'm at the start line, 'bout to take it off

[T-Pain & Lil Wayne:]
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, heavy Chevys, man
A'ight
See?
I see
You gotta learn, big bruh
I see, I see
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man?
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Now, I kinda want you
To come back and tell me what you learned from my lesson
Okay
Y'know what I'm sayin'?
Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change
Mhm, I'ma finish hittin' the weed first
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, heavy Chevys, man
Right, right
Can I hit that bitch one more time, please?
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man?
Oh, but of course, but of course
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
But still, I need to know
That you know that I know that you know
Okay
Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change
Let me get somethin'

[Lil Wayne:]
Well, I went and got that new Chevy truck
The one without the little man step
And I love that bitch so much, tomorrow I'ma wear the fan belt
Speakers in the bed sound like I got band help
Beatin' down yo' block, leave you with a damn welt
I used to have a '64 a few years ago
I had that bitch on three wheels on one of my old videos
Now I got a honey SS, I call it Cheerio
But my neighbors call it "Please turn down the stereo!"
I cut that hoe up louder
24 karat gold pipes on the low Impala
See Pain, I knew a lil somethin', but thanks for the lesson
As a matter of fact, y'know what? I'ma buy you a Chevy

[T-Pain & Lil Wayne:]
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man?
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
See, see Pain
I ain't gon' lie, when I got to Florida
Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change
I haven't saw that many Chevys in my life
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, heavy Chevys, man
I meant to say "seen," but um
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man?
In the spirit of Chevys
Heavy Chevys
Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
I'ma switch to T-Wayne and take it back

[Lil Wayne:]
I said, a long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance, I could make the people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
Oh, but February made me shiver with every paper I deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
But somethin' touched me deep inside the day the music died
So bye-bye Ms. American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys was drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die, day that I die

mixtape: "No Ceilings 2" (2015)

• Fresh lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Mannie Fresh)
• Back 2 Back lyrics - Lil Wayne
• My Name Is lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Where Ya At lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Cross Me lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Future & Yo Gotti)
• I'm Nice lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Duck lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda & Shanell)
• Poppin lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Curren$y)
• Jumpman lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Destroyed lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Euro)
• Finessin lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Baby E)
• Millyrokk lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Lucci Lou & Turk)
• Live From The Gutter lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Hoodybaby & T@)
• Big Wings lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Too Young lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Lil Bitch lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Get Ya Gat lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Lucci Lou & Hoodybaby)
• No Reason lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. King Los)
• Plastic Bag lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jae Millz)
• Hotline Bling lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Crystal Ball lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Steph)
• Diamonds Dancing lyrics - Lil Wayne
• No Days Off lyrics - Lil Wayne
• The Hills lyrics - Lil Wayne

Fresh lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Mannie Fresh)

[Mannie Fresh:]
No Ceilings 2, No Ceilings Dos
No Ceilings Bisexual, that means two
Freaky! Here we go!

[Hook - Mannie Fresh:]
Tunechi in the buildin'
His house ain't got no ceilin'
These hoes, they catchin' feelings
We 'bout to make a billion
Stop that bitch
Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune
Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune
Step up to the mic, nigga
Get that bitch right, nigga
Step up to the mic, nigga
Get that bitch right, nigga

Tunechi
No Ceilings 2, No Ceilings 2
Next to Lil' Tunechi, you are so minuscule
So pitiful, dope in the spoon
'Bout to go grizzly bear, no Winnie Pooh
Tunechi
Gun under table, hand on the Bible
My homies on my side, oh you dead on the Bible
I'm tatted up, I'm tribal, and I'm duckin' trial
I used to throw my money away, now I recycle
Shout out to the Vice Lords and the Disciples
That's that gang talk, you need subtitles
We send his Scud Missile, your bitch in love with us
We sippin' mud, sippers, more cane than a cripple
Look I am nobody cause nobody's perfect
Abracadabra, I make a hoe out a virgin
I treat her like a servant, thanks for your service
I'm cold like sherbet, got it sewed up like a surgeon
It's me and Mannie Fresh back together, bitch we mergin'
The jokes on them and we smirkin'
Man fuck them niggas, they hurtin'
She deep throat like a serpent
I stole out too many purses
Got too many bitches flirtin'
It's No Ceilings 2, curtains

[Hook - Mannie Fresh:]
Tunechi in the buildin'
His house ain't got no ceilin'
These hoes, they catchin' feelings
We 'bout to make a billion
Stop that bitch
Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune
Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune
Step up to the mic, nigga
Get that bitch right, nigga
Step up to the mic, nigga
Get that bitch right, nigga

Mula, baby!

Back 2 Back lyrics - Lil Wayne

Dope man
Dope man, coke man

I play the porsche, 918
I mean the spider you do not know what I mean
I got a driver for my drop top limousine
Go ask yo bitch I bet she know 'bout Mr. G
Yeah he like to talk, she like to talk
So when he drop her off, they have a heart to heart
Cause he got all the answers
And I got all the verses
My Benz don't got no ceilings
But the windows came with curtains
So me and G swerving, me and G swerve
I keep the double R, me and Steve Kerr
Popping these percs like I'm on injury reserve
And when the pockets full of lint, we want that lint to be fur
Amen, amen
No baking soda, my nigga, we play it raw
We put some holes in them niggas, we playin' golf
Want you to know it's me nigga, my mask off
Cut out his tongue put that bitch in a glass jar
Then drop it off to your kid's classroom
Dirt bags, we belong in a vacuum
A pad room, I fuck in my bathroom
Long hallways my room is the last room
Long hard days, my schedule don't have room
You home all day, you stuck on your Mac book
I'm gone all day I'm chasing that checkbook
I'm stoned all day, I'm stoned all day, I'm on D'usse
Back in the day we was on section eight
Now we got our own section, motherfucker like "hey"
All y'all niggas know what time it is like Flav
Public Enemy Number One like Flav
Fifteen with a mouth full of golds like Flav
Fifteen with a house full of hoes like Hef
Gave G the day off cause the car park itself
Shots take off like a stealth and they landed in your scalp
Letting human heads replace the Grammies on the shelf
Put a bitch head right below the belt 'til she belch
And she do not get a dollar, zero, zilch
Cup muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy
Tunechi pass the blunt, I'm gon' need time to study
They don't know who got the gun but they know who got the money
We don't wanna know what's up, we wanna know who got the money
What these niggas wanna do? What these bitches want from me?
Bitches claiming I'm a dog, but these bitches want puppies
These bitches bring luggage, my bitches bring others
My bitches bring rubbers, your bitches burn rubbers
Your bitches burn supper
I'm still major and I made y'all niggas
You getting bodied by a skater nigga
I'm not the typa nigga that be skyping bitches
Shout out to all my bitches one nighting niggas
Make sure you hit 'em with that Slut Walk
Then text that man to fuck off
See I pour up another one, another one
Got the cream started tasting like bubble gum
Woah, straight swerving on these niggas
From condos to islands to Bourbon on them niggas
Them other niggas just wasn't deserving of me niggas
So I'm swerving on them niggas
No more Family Matters, no more Urkel on them niggas
I'm feeling like a born again virgin on them niggas
I'm running to the bank, quick as Herchel on you niggas
What's in your wallet? I done went commercial on them niggas
On purpose on them niggas
I got the all black hoodie, all black gat to match
Yeah, put it to your head and blat
When we see you boy shots, we coming back to back
Long hair, don't care, nigga, Cactus Jack
No ceilings

My Name Is lyrics - Lil Wayne

My name is
My name is
My name is
Weezy Baby
And I'm high like maintenance
I'm smokin, I'm drinkin
Leanin daily like
Hi, my name is
You know what my name is
Bitch, I'm famous
Like Tom Brady
And hi, your name is?
Not important
Who cares?
Not Weezy Baby, uh

Wake up I see bad bitch, bad bitch, bad bitch
Make-up on my pillows make me mad bitch
Without no make up I see that bitch as just average
Uber, Uber, Uber, Uber, Taxi!
Looking at my rollie I got boogers on my rollie
Bout to hook up with my whoadies
Got the hook up on that codeine
Got the sugar for your nose ring
Got the blooka I'm reloading
And according to my darling
This dick feels so damn rewarding
I'm reporting out of shorty
She so naughty me so horny
Kilo on me like I'm Tony
Break it down, the rice-a-roni
Take her out look like she lonely
I'm gonna candle, light the moment
I'm a fan I like the pussy
She told him my phone was roamin'
She be moaning to the morning
I be gone and I be on it
I be in it I'm like foreman on the grill
And I got doorman at the entrance
They got pistols in they trenches
They got rituals religion
And I'm like bitch you know I'm sipping till I die

My name is
Lil Wayne bitch
Weezy F Baby
Her name went
From whatever it was
To Lil Wayne bitch
Now that's crazy and I
I camed in, regain strength
Rebanged it, rotation
Her guy is nameless
He ain't shit
Always on the same shit
Poor baby

I pour up so much they call me pour baby
Kush man I need a sack like Charles Haley
Sipping to the Big Moe, I'm the bar baby
Zip got me moving slow but my thoughts racing
My long days give me short patience
My heart vacant, awards taken
What in tarnation, no information
No statements, young mula, old mula, mula all ages
Ha-Hallelujah I'm the Hollygrove 2Pac
Roc-a-fella new rock hundred K in a shoebox
AK and a new Glock, a-what-baba-lou-bop
Pray the best you got, I save you like a coupon
Hustle till my dreadlock is grey as Poupon
Everyday is my birthday I'm a new born
Stay on my toes ask a shoe horn
I ain't got no roof on
Gettin' my, No Ceilings 2 on

I'm high, I'm brainless
I'm stainless, entertainment
His lady and um
If she ain't thick, then she ain't it
I can't fuck with, a slim lady
I tried, superhead, keep complaining
Bitch ancient, bitch shady and she tired
Okay then, I'm skating
Doing tricks, call me trick swayze
Okay

In other news, in other niggas hoes
Your wife taste like honey nut cheerios
I'm in the mirror like oh baby
Who needs a miracle when I got you baby
Pimping in my last life, I'm the shit you ass wipe
Beat the pussy cat fight, my teeth look like a flashlight
Weed is like an airline cause easily I'm that high
Fist full of money mix some green in with your black eye
Greedy like a fat guy, I eat a nigga franchise
I beat him by a landslide
A leader like a rabbi
I'm leading by halftime
He's bleeding I'm a vampire
His body in the trunk with his feet all on my alpines
Read a nigga that's right, we all that and fries
Y'all gone stand-by my broads got cat eyes
Traphouse land lines, boom like land mines
All my bitches allies with Tune on their backsides

So hi, my name is
On her anus
On her cranium
Bitch craving it
And I'm fly and I'm wavy
And her name is bust-it-baby
And hi, my name is
In your mouth, it must be tasty
Gone

Where Ya At lyrics - Lil Wayne

No Ceilings

Hey now, you're an all-star
But the bitches you be with, they are sub-par
But the bitches you be with, they be cock-blockin'
Hope you put the kid to sleep, they be cock-blockin'
You could really get this meat, get this hot sausage
And I'm way too rich to beef, I just buy a body
And I really kick my feet up and that's not karate
Yeah I really kick my feet up, let a thot massage 'em

Where ya ass was at when I was with the Hot Boys?
Prolly watchin' Baller Blockin', eatin' popcorn
Where ya ass was at? You was in the drought, boy
I was prolly at the fight bringin' out Floyd

Say she love me cause I'm laid back, she outgoin'
I possess a drank, pockets fat like Samoan
I just told my goons I got it, I just waved 'em off
I just told Tunechi I got it and he said, "Of course"
Lose my mind the only time I ever take a loss
I work too hard for takin' off... I'm takin' off
Really 'bout to see a billion, all in arm's reach
Sleep on a hammock in the middle of two palm trees
My neighbors can't sleep, all they hearin' is them cars screech
My bitch can't sleep, all she hearin' is them car keys
I'm just sipped out and I'm way too tired to talk, please
I'm just sipped out and I'm way too tired, I'm yawning

Where ya ass was at when I was 15 in a Porsche?
Where ya ass be at when we be poppin' all these corks?
Where ya ass be at? Know you're prolly with them dorks
I'm prolly with some bitches that be poppin' pills and snort

Diamonds in my mouth, no Swarovski
I'm hittin' notes with the pistol, oh I'm off-key
And the money... come at godspeed
I'm movin' slow, Lisa Turtle, Lark Voorhies
From the treasure chest, inside was a heartbeat
And Katrina had us hustlin' out a RV
We had to stash and steal, balled, Steve Harvey
We had to stash and steal, balled, Steve Harvey
And we set a nigga up like eHarmony
And your bitch plain, nigga, and your car cheap
And we leave your brain right there on your broad's cheek
And we leave some stains right there on your offspring
And the purple rain right here in the soft drink
Yeah the purple rain right here in the soft drink
And to fight the pain, nigga, like a horse train
And we don't complain, nigga, and we don't blink

And he dumb as hell and I swear his ass don't think
I think you run with 12 and I think these hoes quiet link
I be so underwhelmed cause I swear his hoe's style's weak
I'm movin' slow as hell but the money comin' godspeed
I'm movin' slow as hell but the money comin' godspeed

I just told a pussy nigga, "Call your henchman, nigga"
I just stole on a nigga mid-sentence, nigga
Fiend searchin' in a haystack for syringes, nigga
Dopeman got 'em flippin' like some ninjas, nigga
Got 'em tweakin', got 'em lurkin', got 'em cringin', nigga
That's them symptoms, nigga, I can prevent 'em, nigga
Split a nigga's head in two, that's split decisions, nigga
Been to Hell and back, came back in mint condition, nigga
Feel like Heaven winnin' racks, return to spend a nigga
Feel like Heaven's only lackin' your attendance, nigga
Feel like stuntin', drop them tops but not them windows, nigga
Toss out your demo, I ain't even like your intro, nigga
I just went Kimbo with this tempo, un momento, nigga
You know my M.O., nigga, spit that A.M.M.O., nigga, blat

I ask my ceilings where ya ass was at
To all my Ceilings fans, I'm back, they pushed the album back

Cross Me lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Future & Yo Gotti)

[Verse 1 - Future:]
That girl got you too too excited
That money had you too too excited
Them cars had you way out your character
That jewelry got you way out your character
Them girls got you way out your character
This fame got you way out of character
This flow got you way out of character
I showed you love now you way out of character

[Hook - Future:]
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
I should've known you would cross me
Because I'm on and I'm saucy
And I'm gone and you salty
Steam coming from your head like a coffee
My reality is better than your dreams nigga
My hoe pussy hole is wetter than your dreams nigga
My hoe legs spread wider than your wings nigga
Put your head in a microwave DING nigga
You out of character slime you out of character
And me I'm out of patience, sick and tired like Malaria
These hoes like mosquitoes these niggas trying to be hoes
What happened to that boy and I ain't Pusha T though
Supa where the cup at I'm working on my comeback
Girl I'm with got much class but she got a dumb ass
I keep a money bag, a drug bag, and a gun bag
These nigga ain't even shining making the sun mad
Rappers in my lunch bag
Me and Future have a food fight
Bedroom full of new dykes, old green, and new white
That's old money that's new coke
That's Young Money that's 24/365
That's Cash Money I'm like who hoe, who hoe, who hoe

[Hook - Future:]
I should've known you would cross me (Ya who hoe?)
I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em kudos)
I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em adios)
I should've known you would cross me (I'm on my patio)
I should've known you would cross me (Thinking about Hollygrove)
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em adios)
I should've known you would cross me
I was looking in your eyes you ain't built like that
You ain't built like plat (I should've know)
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me

[Verse 3 - Yo Gotti:]
They say I ain't a rapper I'm a trapper
I be with the robbers and the killers and the kidnappers
I'll fuck your bitch in your crib watch the kids after
Still fuck a bitch fuck the ring motherfuck a pastor
I don't, I should've known she ain't really love
I should've know she just want to fuck me
I fucked up don't judge me
I got this money and I ain't turning down
This money'll turn your life up but bring your family down
Some of the closest niggas to me they don't come around
Cause some of the closest niggas to me I'll gun 'em down
I sould've known you'd cross me
I'm from the hood and fuck that talk nigga
Go hard until they off me

[Hook - Future:]
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I got some niggas that was there that ain't no longer there
I don't care
I don't cry about it
And I barely get sleep anyway
I should've known you would cross me

I'm Nice lyrics - Lil Wayne

Wait a minute
Wait a minute, where you going?
Ain't my business where you going
I just want some before you go and
Wait why you in your feelings when I wanna feel something?
Why you in your purse when I'm tryin' to tell you something?
Why you on your phone after 2 in the morning?
Who the fuck you talking to at 2 in the morning girl?
I swear I'm wit my side bitch baby
Cuz I ain't got time for your matrix yeah yeah yeah
And if the side bitch start acting crazy
I'ma run to the next side bitch and until the last bitch don't chase me baby
Yeah, feel like its over, you know its over with
You get my feelings in time and shit
I'm in my feelings cause it's over
And you know right is right, so come over tonight
Don't want fuss and fight let's get right
Right now a nigga feeling so nice
And I feel like I owe you something, let me show you something girl
And it's gon be nice
Right now a nigga feeling so nice
Feel like I owe you something, let me show you something girl
I'm nice, T I'm nice, E I'm nice, Hood I'm nice, Steve I'm nice
Hold up, I think these pills give me extra emotions
Hold up, I think they kicking and I'm going through the motions yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like celebrating, what you doing I'm bout to come over?
Your home girl there, I really feel like I can take both of em, oh my
Can I ask why, you give me that eye, every time we face time?
That's cause you know why, I'ma come back reply with don't you move a muscle I'm bout to come by
Every time, like we on rewind, back it up rewind
Like (Missy Elliot Reference)
We fuck on Versace you watch me cause I got the mirror on top me
And I be just going in like Rocky
That dick got you snoring, I record you send you a copy
You be so embarrassed, you say don't mock me
And I be like that's our secret that I keep
And I feel like pouring some lean in this sti-re
Said I feel like pouring some lean in this sti-re
Hold up
You know I'm the nicest, this dick need a license
But why did you leave me I swear it's a crisis
If you ever need me I come quick as lightning
Don't give him no pussy if he cum quick as lightning
Just saw your sis and I got so excited
She tell me you just celebrated sobriety
But you didn't invite me
That's that bullshit, I need a lighter
You should be nicer
I swear I'm wit my side bitch baby, hold up
Cuz I ain't got time for your matrix yeah yeah yeah, hold up
But that's ok cause I'm nice, they mad and I'm nice
No ceilings

Duck lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda & Shanell)

What’s happening? Come on man
What’s up with these niggas man?
Yeahhh
Nigga Millz with that New York shit man
One time for my nigga T in this bitch
Yeah
Tired of these niggas

I can make her do tricks
Make the bitch do splits
Write your name on a bullet like a gift
I’m St. Nick
Overdosing off the dope
Comatos’n on the low
Keep my hands on some coke
Like guns n’ roses, rock n’ roll
The guns we tote is not for show
Welcome to the murder show
Welcome to the murder capital
That’s capital N.O
That’s New Orleans, it’s you or me
If that’s so you gotta go
You drop the gun, I drop the world
I drop some cash, you drop the soap
Rep that soo woo dada doe
I just got Bluetooth on my stove
You don’t want try me like Dej Loaf
Yeah I know I know I know
My Spanish hoe she love me so
She say, “amo amo amo”
These lil boys don’t want no war
Them toy soldiers, G.I. Joe
Mystical
Here I go, here I go
Vehicle, diablo
All black, white seats, piano
Yeah your folks Santiago
You don’t want no fiasco
We don’t do Donnie Brasco
And tell your crew I said let’s go
Tell your crew I said let’s go

[Hook - Shanell:]
Oh it’s way past midnight
Shadows in them streetlights
Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like
A bitch ain’t got a whole team right
Yeah ahh
He think that he gone take it from me
He said I should give it up cause he got money
Told him I don’t think that I can please ya
But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya

[Jae Millz:]
All of my niggas is real, all of my niggas is silent
All of my money is in rubber bands, I do not carry a wallet
All of my bitches stay ready, soon as I walk in she gone pop it
Everyday I be floating, floating on autopilot
If that nigga ain’t got my money though
Wrap him up like a mummy though
Regular wolves howl at the moon
My wolves come out when it’s sunny though
My niggas ain’t got no words with police
You tell the cops what they wanna know
This right here is my dummy flow
No Ibaka but I bring that thunder though
Your girl a jumpoff, [?] Geronimo
Slam in that pussy like dominos
That boy Millz he got beats and all kinds of flows
What y’all think Weezy signed me for?
Stayed down and I’m still down
True definition of lo-yal
My style timeless, my style vintage] as Crown Ro-yal
From birth to now, heart big like El Notorious and Pun
I want what I deserve, and some
Yeah I’m ballin’, And1
All my niggas outside with me
All my niggas down the ride with me
And every freak that that I ever meet
Gotta fuck my girl if she slide with me
That’s word

[Hook - Shanell:]
Oh it’s way past midnight
Shadows in them streetlights
Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like
A bitch ain’t got a whole team right
Yeah ahh
He think that he gone take it from me
He said I should give it up cause he got money
Told him I don’t think that I can please ya
But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya

[Gudda Gudda:]
We kick down the door, said it before
We did not come round to play games with you niggas
They say you nobody til somebody kills ya
Well I’m bout to make you a famous lil nigga
No game in this killer, murder he wrote
Can get life behind bars with these murderous quotes
The flow is like meth, it’s like crack, it’s like heroin
Yes I am spitting this dope
I am the future, I’m seeing right through you
I’m so New Orleans but I do not know voodoo
My piece will come face-to-face with you like Oovoo
Have niggas searching for you like it’s Google
I’m brutal
I’ve been slept on for a long time
Been patient for a minute I want mine
I hear a lot of niggas talking down
I’ma put my mothafuckin foot where the sun don’t shine
Can’t rhyme in a cypher like this
I’ve been rockin with the best
They don’t put me on the list
I’m an underground king
Underrated in the streets favorite
Every street corner gonna speak bout this
Rest in peace Pimp C
Still got the muddy cup full of Morgan Freeman, yep, lean on me
Like Wootang cash rules everything around me
You know I got the cream on me
Gun barrel smoking like hydro
Middle fingers up fuck five-o
Still repine B's like an H-town nigga
When I’m finished in this bitch call Geico
You looking at a god man, I put that on the Bible
Killin’ everything fuck rivals
Hundred round drum on the stick
When I let the bitch off man it sound like pyro

[Hook - Shanell:]
Oh it’s way past midnight
Shadows in them streetlights
Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like
A bitch ain’t got a whole team right
Yeah ahh
He think that he gone take it from me
He said I should give it up cause he got money
Told him I don’t think that I can please ya
But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya

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

Face up
No Ceilings, No Ceilings
No

[Hook:]
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas, nigga
I'm sippin' on the maple, Aunt Jemima, nigga
And trust me, nigga, you don't want no drama, nigga
Cause I swear we all nuts, John Bobbitt, nigga
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly, nigga
Now you see us, we just skatin', you just fallin', nigga

She tryna put this money in a stocking
She kinda thick as fuck and got some knockers
My niggas really blood and you just spottin'
We all over the bread like a sloppy joe
And when I'm in the pussy I'm a boss, knock her off
My enemy don't cross the line I draw, respect my art
Man I swear to God these pussies soft like a mark
Weezy, baby, diaper off, different cloth
Different thoughts, sippin' syrup like it's broth, life is short
Tart, fuck his bitch, whip his kids, drive his cars, fuck
I'm grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas
Just popped a combo, I ain't talkin' 'bout McDonald's

[Hook:]
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas
I'm standin' in a Maybach cause it's topless
I'm standin' at a table full of options
Different bitches, different flavors, different toppings
And we ain't got no traitors in our posse
And really I'm just wavy and I'm saucy
And really I'm amazing and I'm awesome
My whole squad lit, nigga, arson
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't all in, nigga
If you ain't been to Vegas, you ain't party, nigga
Shout out to Lil Capito and Marley, nigga
I've been fuckin' with them since Atari, nigga
And me, I'm a lil 504, New Orleans, nigga
I be in 305, though like a Marlin, nigga
And Hoodie, he from Texas, bitches boppin', man
And since I met him, I ain't ran out of drank

[Curren$y:]
When we leave H-Town it's in a fish tank
Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything
Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings
Get it with the real niggas and expose lames
Cold game got me in the Mo sane
Killin' these streets, audio drug slang
If you don't collect Ferraris you ain't poppin', nigga
You could learn Italian in my driveway, bitches
If it ain't OG I ain't coppin'
Don't smoke, we just throw it in the garbage
Them niggas ain't tough, we just talkin'
Outchea after dark, them niggas targets
Horror movie writer, I be with the monsters
Trill surround us, you might not make it out of
Phone calls in the morning say they found him
Whole hood wanna see what y'all gon' do about it
Rolled up on the front porch
At my grandma's house watchin' Blood Sport through the screen door
What you know about gunshots? Ever seen war?
I've really seen more than I talk 'bout, nigga
Stuntin' on streets you're scared to drive down
Our town, children be firin' live rounds
Hug the ground cause this shit gettin' serious
Fuck around, get killed unintentional
When I'm outchea eatin', nigga, Whole Foods
Rollin' up straight gas, fresh produce
I'm the guy that you go to, criminal smooth
Digital moves, triple the loot
Hopped on the phone, called the lot, "Gimme the coupe"
I thought it through, called back, told him, "Give me two"
That's what I do
If you ain't got no Daytons you ain't poppin' nigga
One time for my lowriders hoppin', nigga

Jumpman lyrics - Lil Wayne

T! Where Hoody at?
No Ceilings, uh

One xan, one xan, one xan, lord I'm tryna cut back
Hol' up, hol' up, where my cup at, my bitch bout that comeback
Real one from the jump, man, I'm killing the jumpman
I ain't got no ceilings no need to look up man
AK, AK, AK, street-sweeper, no dustpan
Been a stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam
Stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam
On my Carter 5 shit this one for the thump-man
Yeah, this one for the duff-bag
Yeah, this for where I'm from man, yeah
My goons break into your house like BruhMan
Click-clack!
Gun Blam, Gun Blam, Gun Blam, Gun Blam, Gun Blam, Gun Blam
Shh-, silence on the gun, I go silence of the lambs
Oo I'm up man, up man, them Viagras got me up man
I go silencer
And we pull up man up and dump and dump and dump then sca-ram, screech
The harder I fall, the farther I reach
The water might fall, but life is a beach
When my number’s called, I get out my seat
When my niggas ball, I give em my speech
You might hit a wall, and end up like me
You might have to crawl, but get up like me
And you bite before bark, never I before we
And you pray before eating
You lay with your heat
And you stay with your heat
And you lay on your mink
Bitches lay at your feet
And you play with your kids
You don’t play with these niggas
Don’t play in these streets
I don’t play on these beats
I don’t play about my money
You heard what I say; no replay, no repeat
Don’t be playing with me
Don’t be playing with we
I don’t play with no WII
I’m ok, I’m OG, I’m a OG on these beats, I OD on these beats
I’m M O B B B B on these streets
Say what you say, you don’t be on these streets
'cuz if we see you it’s on S-I-G-H-T
Believe that!
Tunechi!

One xan, one xan, one xan, all I need is one xan
Knock me out like punch back got me slump like humpback
Muddy muddy muddy I just drunk a mud bath
Muddy muddy muddy I need me some mud flaps
Real one from the jumpman, real one from the jumpman
On my Carter 5 shit, this one for the thumb man
Money long I got that money tall like Kazam
I just popped a combo, ain’t talking McDonald’s (medicine)
I just popped a bottle, ain’t talking no liquor (medicine)
I’m talking Actavis, I’m talking to the sippers, (pour up)
I’m talking to a stripper, she gonna let me pimp her
You talking to the police so that’s who you tippin
Ohhh, that’s a no no that’s a no no, whoa
Had coke since polo and girbauds
Had coke since Arsenio
White girl; Marilyn Monroe, Demi Moore
I’m in LA with my skinny hoes
But their faces look like centerfolds
I’ve been taking all these chemicals
Now they faces aren’t identical, damn
Watch these niggas turnin into hoes, bop bop
Watch me turn a nigga into smoke, bop bop
Watch me turn a million into four
Voilà, watch me turn Miami to a N.O
Uh huh, watch me turn the sand to some snow
Uh huh, and I’m phantom with chinchilla floors
Drop top, hit Atlanta like a Gorilla Zoe
Holla at my baby mamas, I love them the most
Shout out Lauren on the wedding she playin' her role
Literally on the set she playin a role
Niggas really rep the set we stay in our mode
Spiritually I’m just blessed I pray for my hoes
Tunechi hopping off the jet, G open my door
Spitting synthol effects my flow in control
Pimping synthol effects my hoe in control
I just popped a combo, I ain’t talking McDonald’s
Niggas hear that click clack, ohhwohh
I know I'ma get my shit back, ohhwohh
We aiming this thing at your body we aiming this thing at your nose
Hollow tip bullets blue tip bullets you’re gonna get shot with them both