New Freezer lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda)

[Gudda Gudda:]
I'ma cash out on the AP, new freezer
The coupe sit nice on some new feet, new sneakers
I took your bitch out to Pappadeaux
She tried to order a sloppy joe
I told her give me some sloppy toppy
Then let her know she a sloppy ho
Tune pick me up in this brand new Bugatti
Two million cash this is not a Ferrari
260 the dash I smoke anybody
150K cash it fit in my pocket
This is that D6 shout out to Drizzy in the 6
Mafia like it's the 3-6
Choppers make niggas do B flips
Put the heat to your moon like an eclipse
Burn niggas like a freak bitch
Flip and turn you like a key switch
Cause you bit the hand that I feed with, yeah
Only time will tell nigga
I sat back and tried to tell niggas
If you try to test me watch you fail nigga
Nigga D triple 6 I'm raising hell nigga

[Lil Wayne:]
Death wish, death wish, death wish
I come to fulfill your death wish
First I must refill my beverage
That's promethazine sold separate
That's from Texas
She's from who knows
I got new doors I ain't step in
I got new hoes I ain't hit yet, I ain't hit yet?
Time is precious
I got pre-rolls I ain't lit yet
I got pre-thoughts I ain't think yet
I got money I ain't see yet
And they wan' know why I ain't blink yet
I got big bags in my book bag
Make my walk around like Hunchback
Diamonds so bright on my one hand
Gave all five fingers a suntan
Haters upset that a fun fact
I got pussy in my lunch bag
I got soap and I got towels
Bullet showers lead to bloodbaths
I got hoodies that say 'Young Money'
I got bitches that steal them from me
They go home and then they send pictures
To my phone with nothing under it
What am I to do? I'm loving it
I run a bad-ass bitches company
That's my company, my bitches humble me
I saw your bitches, that was comedy
I got the ramady, oops I meant remedy
I got the chemistry and the amenities
Up in my bedroom, holding assembly
They leave feeling good; physically, mentally
Meditate, meditate; think about yesterday
Fuck what that nigga say, think about yesterday
I can't do everyday, I could do very late
Just hit me up and now go check my resume
Get out that Chevrolet, jump in this better Wraith
I know you see the doors open like Heaven Gates
She think I'm heaven-sent and I would not forgive every sin
But I forget everything, thanks to the medicine
Thanks to the purple stuff
I'm finna pour it up, I'm finna stir it up
If I had a heart it'd be a purple one
Pockets too fat, I'm pulling my girdle up
Shots of Bumble, I'm finna serve 'em up
I got them comfy and kind and courteous
I put the old bodies in the new freezer
Brrrr.. I never heard of her

Six shit

What's Next lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Zoey Dollaz)

[Lil Wayne:]
I been smoking on the gas
Hocus pocus on the gas
I been snorkling in the cash
Going Krogers with the bags
I done went blind going Hulk Hogan on they ass
Tell my shooters count me out and I end up doing the math
I been fuckin' in the shower so my dreads soaked
I been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked
You know my lean nice and cold like some dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low like I make egg rolls, oh
I got them pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm water whippin'
I rob his ass like Robin Givens
I get them M's a mile a minute
Don't pay your bill, I'm power trippin'
BET, that's how I'm living
I got three hoes following me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm down the chimney
Hello, I make her throw away her pussy toys, yeah
Ain't got a job, I make her look employed, yeah
She do the money count in just her drawers, yeah
I make her count out loud, I listen hard
I been fuckin' models, they been walking 'round in towels
They been snorting powder, I been in here taking downers
They been countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, they be in here watching Power
All my shooters accurate, codeine like a daiquiri
Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Michael Jackson
Brrrt, pull up like a taxi
Stereo on max and nigga bury your own casket
Nigga say hello to Rabbit
My lil homies bang, my lil homies they deranged
They don't want the fame, kill your ass and fly to Spain
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a nice ring
Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just sight seeing
Yeah, staring at the world through an automatic
Sweet mother of pearls, sweet Jesus of Nazareth
Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow baby
I could turn your baby to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I cannot sit down without gettin' down
What's new in town? Let's do it now
A couple marbles ain't been found
A couple screws been screwed around
My father ain't been 'round, my heart ain't missed a pound
The system up or down, and it's been up and down
A psycho, all I'm missing is the gown
Sippin' up, I piss enough to drown, twistin' up a pound
High as fuck, a Bentley truck on clouds, y'all so underground
I break a whole bunch of fuckin' vows, come to hunt you down
All up in your section, use protection when you fuck around
Possession of deception, imperfection, no affection
No correction, transgression, turn depression to aggression
Got an obsession for expression with no pressure, no discretion
And the F is for the "Flesh of all the fleshless ones, I left 'em, F 'em"

[Zoey Dollaz:]
Your bitch open so we run in it
Any club, got my gun in it
I ain't even got to touch you dudes
I'll get you killed young nigga
Eat, sleep, talk shit, rap
Brand new AK, all black
Tunechi gave me this gift wrapped
Your bars sweet, candy, Kit-Kat
Hope you pussy niggas get mad
Keep the voodoo on me, witchcraft
Off-White, Gucci, mix match
All my diamonds drip, shit splash
Black BMW, your bitch gave me top at the W
She told me Dollaz I'm over you
These bitches way too emotional, uh
So much perkies I'm barely sober
Diamond choker, crazy, bipolar
Keep my niggas with me, I tote 'em
Never be committed, I told her
Enough with you niggas, I do not fuck with you niggas
I know I'm stuck with you niggas
Grew up with you niggas
We all was swipin' cards, scammin' it up with you niggas
Miami ballin', it's a hobby, call a nigga Joe Robby
Haitian food or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies
Chris Paul, we load the rocket
Eight ball, corner pocket
Ah man, nigga stop it
You know it's Dollaz
When it comes to rap, no problems
Haha, hold up, talk to 'em
I'm the hottest out in my city
Bad boy too, ask Diddy
Hundred foot yacht, jet skiing
Bitches kissing bitches, lesbian
Niggas talkin' beef, let's see 'em
Y'all don't want beef, y'all vegan
If so, come, no semen
Yeah, you get it?
Future put me on, he from Atlanta
Niggas in my city crabs in a barrel
Made it out without y'all help
I can say I did it myself
Tunechi told me leave this beat blessed
I killed this shit, no stress
First 48, this stretch
Someone tell me what's next?

Blackin' Out lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Euro)

[Lil Wayne:]
Sick shit
Ay yah, yah, yah...
Six, nigga, Dedication Six, nigga, Six, nigga, Six, nigga
Dedication Six, nigga, Six, nigga, sick nigga, sick six shit nigga...

[Euro & Lil Wayne:]
I hear y'all new shit and I cringe (I cringe)
Your girlfriend likes me and my friends (my friends)
If we hit it, that oui is not French (not French)
I'm anti-social, pardon my tints (my tints)
We left E11even, at 11 AM (yeah)
Raw papers full of peace, cups full of mayhem (yeah)
We all wavy, I'm just sort of on a different wavelength (yeah)
See they more like superstars, I'm more like Super Saiyans
Bein' the greatest ever is my destiny still
Since a child, I focused on my Kelly, Bey, and Michelle (okay)
Sittin' back, getting head from Mademoiselle
Tryna put every ghetto kid with a dream in my will
Dedicated to you for the 6th time, killed it on 5th one
Now they say I'm big time
While them niggas skipped lunch, I learned how to skip lines
I learned how to kick, punch, power through to get mine
Used to fuck with Sega, my uncle had a pager
I knew this drug king-pin that tried to run for Mayor (skrt!)
Posted on the back-blocks talking player-player
If she bad and I am greater, get her unlimited data
They tryna build a wall, man my dogs gon' hate that shit
And build underground railroads, so the Maybachs fit, yeah
We in the game but we don't play that shit
Cover your soul before they take that shit
Young

[Lil Wayne:]
Right nigga, wrong nigga
Dope nigga, ill nigga
Rich nigga, Polo nigga
House bigger, bills bigger
Sick nigga, Hill nigga
Lit nigga, chill nigga
Racks nigga, real bigger
Shaq bigger, lil nigga
Facts nigga, trill nigga
Tax nigga, still nigga
Coke-on-coke, nigga
Slopes, niggas; hills, nigga
Joke, nigga? No, nigga
Clip bigger, quick trigger
Thick strippers, I ain't into stick figures
Mixed signals, O.J. with the brick
Nigga run through the white
Nigga, O.J. on my wrist, nigga that's Sunny D-Light
Nigga, diamonds in my teeth, shining like some pearly whites
Nigga, straight from New Orleans, like a plate of dirty rice
Nigga bought a lot of art, and I brought a lot to snort, hey
Beat around a bush, right after we beat the court case
Talking 'bout a a war, that's a convo at the bar, wait
Drugs in the Broncos, start the motherfuckin' horse race
I take off from Earth and take your bitch up into MySpace
I tell her keep her mouth shut
If not I got some scotch tape
Got to keep the lock-safe, referring to the safe-lock
The shelves fall, the ground shake
It make it do the James Brown
I still wear the same crown, light-skin or light-brown
I still dick her right down, hit her with the pipe bomb
Some niggas like fight crime, some niggas like to fight fair
Some niggas got the right time, you ask him he'll say "Time'll tell"
Some niggas think they're icons, some bitches think that I care
Niggas got a iPhone, some niggas had a SkyTel
Niggas really pythons, I'm watching out for myself
Tattoos, black skin, red eyes, blonde hair
Lyin' there, lookin' like, "Aww, yeah", lawn chair
Jump right off the Con-Air and landed on the time-share
I wear Versace eyeware, feelin' like top shelf
Cool as two Ls and rock bells hot as Scottsdale
Bombshell

Blackin' out, blackin' out, we on the drugs
Blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out
All the guns, blackin' out, blackin' out, black-black-blackin' out
On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out (bow!)
Yeah, blackin' out, blackin' out, we on the drugs
Blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out
All the guns, blackin' out, blackin' out, black-black-blackin' out
On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out
That's some sick shit

Suwu lyrics - Lil Wayne

Yeah, I really don't wear shades when I do my verses
But uh, sometimes I don't want to see my words
This for you, Six shit
Yeah, hello?
(Free BLACK)
Brrr, Hello?
Fuck it, fuck it, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Dedication 6

Roses are red, our eyes are too, yeah
The pillows, the bed, the light bulbs too, Suwu
The scarf on my head and her drawers too
None of this shit she heard before
My lies all new, true
I cross my heart, I won't cross you, damn
Ride me so good I need horse shoes, ohh
Eat that shit out like some soul food, yeah
Cut the shit down, you'll hear old Tune, brrp
She come to my house and I got drugs laying 'round
So easy to pick up, and they so hard to put down
Gift and a curse
And she don't mind fucking with girls
As long as Tiffany's first
Hello, fuck it

That's my little baby, that's my little baby
She get a little brazy, but she still wavy (Suwu)
That's my little baby, that's my little baby
She get a little faded, but she still savin' (Fuck you)

Roses are red, our eyeballs too
We go from the sofa, to floor, to the bed, these nice walls too
Roses are red, our skin tone too, yeah
Let's go off to space, the way stars do, (Pewm)
We gone, it's all in our heads, and our hearts too, (Vroom)
I'm gone, she waiting in bed for that part two, (Skrt)
I'm back, and we argue all morning, fuck all noon, (Err-Ehh)
That's what the bed and the walls do
He-Hello? She come to my house and I got guns laying 'round
But, she treat each one of them like it's her own child
Gift and the curse
And she don't mind fuckin' with girls as long as Tiffany's first
Hello, fuck it (Suwu)
Roses are red and my stones too
The roses are dead and my phone too
Damn, I'm changing her life, her ringtone too
Cut that shit down, you'll hear old Tune

That's my little baby, that's my little baby
She-she get a little brazy, but your bitch basic
That's my little baby, that's my little baby
She said, "Fuck that nigga, baby
I'm your real baby"
That's my little baby, that's my little baby
She get a little faded, but she steal safely

My Dawg lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. HoodyBaby)

[HoodyBaby:]
That's my dog for sure
That's my dawg
We pullin' up in the Rolls
Me and my dawg (me and my dawg)
To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you hoes
To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you hoes

HoodyBaby really, really rich
HoodyBaby pull up with the clique (hello)
Hoody creepin' rollin' with the six
Now I'm in a 'Rari bumping Nip
Black and yellow bitches on my stick
Black and yellow, treat me like I'm Wiz
Hustle in Atlanta like I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
College bitch tweakin' for my dick
Hit her college park like I'm Tit
I want turkey pasta with the shrimp
That ain't have shit to do with this
30 bitches tellin' me I'm the shit
Juice man screamin' 32
Juice man screamin' 32
O.J. know my number's 36
Diamonds crip walking on my chest
Sent a package right to Bouldercrest
I heard your boy sippin Quali, y'all some qualiticians
Yeah we politic, but fuck a politician
You be smokin' Bobby Brown, new edition

[Lil Wayne:]
Run off with your bitch, she change her number
Run into another bitch and fumble
Money talkin' more than Bryant Gumbel
Too much shit on my mind, I need a plumber
Made love to a whore and changed my number
Pull up on a boat like I'm Columbus
Tongue all in her throat, all in her tunnel
Pussy monster, I'ma need a muzzle
Wake up Sunday night and go to LIV
A bitch back at the crib tryna live
A pool in the back, I let her swim
I give her phone back and let her film
Free will like the goodwill
She real thick, waist real lil
Weed real bright, it look teal
Coke real white, it look clear
0 to 100 to a mill
From nothin' to somethin' to a big deal
Got to keep it trill in the field
I ain't Cash Money no more
And I put some carats on my bitch's wrist
Put some carats on my bitch's fist
Put some carats in my bitch's ears
I came fast money, let's go
And my heart goes out to Vegas, keep it real
I just met some strippers on the strip
Flew 'em to Miami, take a trip
Flew 'em back to Vegas with some gifts
That's just how it is, is, is
Ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga rich
I feel like satan, nigga lit
Dedication 6-6-6
G-Wagon on six wheels
They in they feelings, fuck how niggas feel
Coke in the car, man it's no more bills
Im sippin that Evander Holyseal
This is that codeine overkill
My mud colder than Soldier Field
In love but all these hoes is weird
These hair triggers, I might grow a beard
Brazy ass but you know the drill
I'm way up there, you right over here
Have you ever seen the light hit my grill?
I stand there and smile in the mirror
Snap my fingers, dollars appear
Out of nowhere and I don't do L's
And I married the mob when I was like twelve
Turned out well, like Tom and Giselle
Ain't reading texts 'cause I'm reading checks
I don't text 'cause that is finger sex
Then I'm turning off my ringer next
Airplane mode, no I'ma need a jet
I'm dope babe, I need a needle set
Chains rock it, can't see the neck
Pockets crowded like the Beatles set
I drop it off and gave Ms. Cita that
Whip milky, I'ma sip filthy
I sip this shit just like it's healthy
Who spilt it, wait my bitch guilty?
Uber, Uber; she'll be missed dearly
Sincerely, yeah it's yours truly
Call me Tune, the hoes call me Tunechi
Rockin' Louis while the pot brewin'
With a Chinese bitch that look like thot suey
Told the straight hoes I'm taken
Told the gay hoes I'm vacant
Took some diamonds out her old bracelet
Put 'em on the quotes in my statements
I'm a born slanger, a born slanger
One more time, I'm a born slanger
Draco like a volcano
You can fuck around and get your stars spangled
Burberry, yeah your bitch staring
I look very good, good very
It ain't all about the werewolf
It's all about what the wolf wearing
You a popped cherry, yeah a Cherry Bomb
We everywhere like the Marriott
Shots sprayed like Malaria
Hit your head like a Triceratops
For my dawg, I'll kill you and your ho
Yeah, me and my dawg, we put another on the road
Hold up my female dawg, she 'bout to put on a show
But to get my dawg back, I'd give up all of these hoes

Yeezy Sneakers lyrics - Lil Wayne

Dedication 6...
This that 6 shit...

You ain't gotta lie to me
But you might have to lie for me
You might have to trap for me
You know I got mouths to feed
You know they got bitches that'd die to be
The bitch that'll die for me

Strap doves to a body and fly to me
But you get too high to me
And you don't even believe in Yeezus
Why you wearing Yeezy sneakers
She ain't never swallowed semen
I don't even believe her speeches
You can't even keep a secret
Why you have Victoria Secret
You don't even believe in peace
I'm fucking you with both my fingers

Maybe, I'm out your league, bitch
You know there's no more me's bitch
You need to show more cleavage
V-neck polo tees, bitch
You need to patch your weave, bitch
You need to pack your things, bitch
You on some "I had a dream" shit
It's back to reality, bitch
She don't even roll the weed
All she do is roll her eyes
All she know is social media
We don't even socialize
I feel like North Korea
Even though we oceanside
All I say is "mama-mia"
She don't even know her moms
All she say is "This your pussy"
She say that to most of the guys
She don't even know it's dry
I can't even open fire
She don't even close her eyes
She don't even close the blinds
She spit all over the D
I'm sticky like porcupines
She don't even compromise
I still make her cum three times
I still make her snort some lines
And make her look so surprised
I still her make her recognize
Make her exercise to a sexier size
Then I tell her how to tell her better lies
Now her extra guys think she never lie
We got a better bond, we have a better time
She got a wetter pine
I cum ahead of time and a second time
And in record time, I'm a New Orleans nigga
I make a second line, I'm a Megatron
I got her legs up like the Omega sign
And I know she rolling 'cause I checked her tires
Then I checked her eyes, she a little rough around the edges, fine
Like Checkers fries
And the X was mine
She requested five
So I gave her twenty, told her stretch the high
We had sex 'til nine, ate breakfast tired
Fell asleep eye-to-eye, on her thigh
Then she woke up like "Oh my God" and tried to rectify
But if you naked, why?
If you mesmerized, be mesmerized
If you scared to love, I'm death-defying
Got to make your mind, I'ma make the guap
Got to take your time, I'ma take the shot
I'ma wake the block, I'ma break the lock
Then rape your thot, then shake the spot
I'ma shake your hand when I see you out
I'ma shake my head when you turn around
Cops shake they head when they see your house
We shot it up, but look like we burned it down
Hor-Horror scene, bitch
Everyday Halloween, bitch
Kidnap, hide and seek, bitch
I'm a legend like Socrates, bitch
I aim at your collard green, bitch
Bada-boom, bada-bing, bitch
I'm looking for a solid, clean bitch
I told her "Look, honestly", bitch

You ain't gotta lie to me
But you might have to lie for me
You might have to trap for me
You know I got mouths to feed
You know they got bitches that'll die to be
The bitch that'd die for me

Sticking to a nigga like Siamese
And you just on the side of me
And you don't even like Adidas
Why you wearing Yeezus sneakers?
She ain't never had a threesome
I don't even believe her speeches
She don't even believe in freedom
But all she giving me is freebies
You don't even believe in peace
I'm fucking her with both my fingers

Six shit
To be continued...
D6!

mixtape: "In Tune We Trust" (2017)

• Mula Gang lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jay Jones, HoodyBaby, Euro)
• Fireworks lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jeezy)
• Magnolia (Freestyle) lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Loyalty lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda, HoodyBaby)

Loyalty lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda, HoodyBaby)

[Gudda Gudda:]
Ok, I'm shining, beaming, glossing
Big timing, stunting and flossing
Dangerous, approach with caution
If I sneeze, you in a coffin
Chasing paper, we do that often
Two bad bitches, thick like horses
Let 'em snort cocaine at a party
Leave 'em stiff like rigormortis
Don't try to race, this car got horses
The pint we drink, it costs a mortgage
Flow so dope, man, you can't copy
You can't bite it, you can't forge it
I got bars with more in storage
Watch me blossom, watch me flourish
If you try to touch my porridge
You will feel my chucks like Norris
All my bitches think I'm gorgeous
Get a massage while I'm recording
Single like a dollar bill
I am a free man, call me Morgan
Come and slob on my knob like corn on the cob
Check in with me and go and do your job
Now lay in the bed and then give me head
I don't have to ask, I don't have to beg
Yeah, I'm bumping Three Six Mafia in the Phantom of the Opera
Choppers from Yugoslavia, bake niggas like talapia
LAT, Young Money mafia
Try but it ain't no stopping us
Why? We back by popular demand
Quit baller-blocking us
Lord Gudda, praise a nigga
MOB, I'm brazy, nigga
Hard at work, I'm slaving, nigga
Yeah, surfs up, I'm wavy, nigga
Percocet and adderall, man, I could walk on water
I got a son, his name Jaylen and he want all your daughters
I'm a landmine, got this by a landslide, I'm racing, nigga
Cruise control, I'm pacing nigga
Turn around, I'm waving, nigga

[HoodBaby:]
There's a Glock clocked by my pantsline
Young dread head, throwing gang signs
I got bands like it's band time
Posted up at granny house, trappin' off the landmine
What's all that hootin' and hollerin'?
I'm who bring the dollars in
Drop the top, it was botherin'
Now go let your mother in
The cocaine from Colombia, the chopper is sovereign
Got a house full of bricks, you can call it remodelin'
Bitch, grow up, it's only head if you swallowin'
Baby, get to geekin', get to geekin' and gobblin'
Your friends think I'm bad, they must be looking for trouble then
It's a foam party, I be bustin' they bubbles then
Then I hop in the whip, make a plan on some bricks
My homies say pull up, we just came up on a lick
I'm in the ends with the sticks, it's the revenge of the Crips
Hoe, you know it's OHB, I brought the gang in this bitch

[Lil Wayne:]
Hoe, you know it's LAT, we almost famous, lil bitch
On our toes and on our feet like Usher Raymond, lil bitch
And you know Lil Wayne is the shit and you straining and shit
Fat head, long, like she 'bout to strangle this dick
I got more bang bang in a stick than butane in a vic
I got my whole gang gang in this bitch and you came with a bitch
I got more purple rain than Prince and more cocaine than Mitch
I got more shit and piss and make more money than cents (sense)
She got more hips than tits, she got more tricks than tips
She put my name on her tongue and then she licks her lips
LW, Lil Wayne, to them, to her, that's length and width
Kill you for me, she will like Jada Pinkett Smith
It's the return of the Blood, 'bout to turn up and thug
We wan' know who got the chicken and show the colonel the gun
Man, my dirty-ass stripper take a bath in ones
Make her milk these fuckin' niggas like some Cap'n Crunch
Motherfuckers try to test me, I ain't cram for one
All these fuckin' karats on me, bitch, I'm Rabbit son
Happy birthday, I already got the gift of gab at one
Motherfuckers run they mouth until they cramp they tongue
Play pussy, get fucked; play ass, get stuck
Playtime is over, that ass is grass and now that grass get cut
Duct tape and we quackin' up then beat 'em with more bats
Than a vampires and Draculas, ashes to ashes to dust
Buried just for staring, yellow tape like canaries
We all bite and no talk, my sharks breaking your aquarium
Out of the ordinarys and went to the art of hustling
When you see them thieves coming
Know that loyalty's amongst them
LAT

Magnolia (Freestyle) lyrics - Lil Wayne

(Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)

Uh
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Yeah, Stunna number block
This New Orleans milly rock
Let 'em milly rock
Me and woe don't really rock
Evidently not, brrrr
Yeah, tell 'em it's the ROC
In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks
I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
I did a show with Ja
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped
Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon' drop
The bitches' drawers gon' drop, and then the call's gon' drop
Hello?
I ball too hard, they flop, woah
And all of these bitches got ass
How did they get it so fast?
They ain't have that in the past, I still smash
In L.A. they gettin' shots, bitch I know the docs
M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock

Hollup, I ain't from the 'Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah

And I, fuck, these, hoes
If, I, don't, doze
Off, on, that drank
If I, do, bitch you to blame, coochie lame
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
Big bank, take lil' bank, you know the game
All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter
The fireman and fire starter, need water
Woo, all of your bitches, they poo
All of my bitches, they're new
They got more bitches than you
All of these hoes is gon' loose
But my bitch keep me in the loop
She blow me like hot Campbell's soup
My woadies come out like a troop
Innocent bystander, oops
Ain't tryin' might find out your fruits
I'm in a pineapple coupe
Passin' you up like juke
Turnin' heads like a screw
Give that ho a tip
Enough to buy a whip
Give that ho some sip
She fall asleep, I dip
I'm rich, bitch
Money, Mitch
What's in that, bag?
14, bricks
You got 14 bricks in that bag?
Used to, used to drive a Masi'
Used to be locked up, with the dude that stopped Ashanti
Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
Tell your bitch I'm Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley
I'm kamikaze-in' you niggas, Ronda Rousey
It's New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't dropped, uh
Waitin' for Carter 5 to drop, uh
It's the, it's the Roc, uh
Tell them bitches it's the Roc, yeah, yeah
I'm throwin' up the Roc, yeah

I ain't from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah

Fireworks lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jeezy)

[Young Jeez:]
(Ear Drummers!)
Yeah, yeah
[Lil Wayne:]
Mike WiLL Got-It

Yeah, uh

[Jeezy:]
Yeah the flow is ice cold, but I'm a hot boy
You out here fuckin' anything then you's a thot, boy (damn)
What you call a dozen bricks? A bouquet, nigga (woo)
Only trust them two letters, AK, nigga (boom)
Yola whippin', I'm the chef, gourmet, nigga (Young)
That Rollie lookin' like it's doin' ballet, nigga (dance)
House six stories, nigga, that's a true story (story)
Rafaela Cuban linkin', call me 2: 40
Yeah I swear these thirsty bitches need to drink some water (water)
I'm just tryna put a hundred mil' up for my daughter (daughter)
Straight player, yeah I think I got that from my father (uh)
Coupe don't cost a half a mil', dawg don't even bother
Catch-catch me with the gang, gang, I'm gang affiliated (hey)
If I want it, go get it, never hesitated (never hesitated, uh)
I can stretch that 28 a long way, nigga (yeah)
I can count these blue hundreds all day, nigga

[Lil Wayne:]
Big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
I'm the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, poppin' shit all day, nigga
Fireworks, big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
Whip the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, whip the shit all day, nigga

Whip it like a big booty bitch
Like a cup of coffee with a spoon in it
There's a pot of gold, no food in it
Culinary arts like the students in
I'm the teacher, baby, Chef Tunechi in
And I whip it hard if it come easy
Whip it up like I'm Young Jeezy
Free pussy and Free Meechie
Big smoke got me deep breathin'
Deep dick got her sweet dreamin'
You ain't shit, you just pre-season
You ain't lit, you just pre-heated
Can't quit, I'ma keep leanin'
Smoke gas, I'ma keep premium
Green, green, in the money scene, yeah
Dope man with a hundred needles
No ass ever come between us
Dirty cash, not a money cleaner
Use the black card to split the coke
Jungle fever, cheatin' on the Visa
Speakin' of jungle, bitch work at Cheetahs
Had stripes since my first Adidas
Bought pints now I purchase liters
Shark bite, I'm a person eater
Walk light on the dirt beneath you
I'm in the throne and you in the bleachers
All day long, even on the weekends
Get off my lawn, cuttin' on the sprinklers, yeah

Big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga
Yeah, I'm the shit all day, nigga
Yeah, presidential suite or the penthouse

Black skinny jeans, get the lint out
Damn, I left my lint roller at your bitch's house
That's his house
She sent some nude pics for me to pick out
The pussy fat and clean like a pig, I'ma pig out
Yeah I'm Blood, but I got some cool Crips that I can send out
Ain't no loose lips, take the cruise ship, ain't tryna swim out
Brrrt, brrrt, that the money counter, let it print out
Brrrt, brrrt, that's the Uzi, we call it big mouth
Huh, I lost my mind but I'm still mastermindin'
Tryna find the silver linin', find 'em, pat 'em, line 'em
Cut his head off, cut his arms off, look like Aphrodite
Young Money all day, nigga, and mañana

Yeah, big house, long hallways (okay)
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
I'm the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, poppin' shit all day, nigga
Fireworks, big house, long hallways (yeah)
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga
Yeah, with your bitch all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, give her dick all day, that's how it works

[Lil Wayne (Jeezy):]
I store that cocaine on that gutta bitch
Yeah, they can't check her left and right
Ooh, my boo, yeah, no one's fuckin' with it
Uh, I got 'em bathin' like they elephants
Fireworks
Give her dick all day, yeah that's how it works
(All day, nigga)
Coppin' shit all day, nigga, fireworks
Mula
Mula, baby

Mula Gang lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jay Jones, HoodyBaby, Euro)

[Jay Jones:]
Man, starting five when it's game time
Talking drugs on my main line
That's a strange sign, I can't really trust you
Ain't have a clue that I was working so hard to get where I'm at
I can vision this shit, had a dream
Call me Jay Luther King
Now I woke up and I'm living this shit
Time change, people change too
Never let the people change you
Pack made it safe, we straight
Pull off in a cocaine coupe
Got two snow bunnies with me
One Becky one named Sue
Sue don't really do what Becky do
Becky sexual with the crew (gang)
2000 at HollyGrove
This the year of the Mula
I put that on Mula
Pull out the passports, fuck a city hoe
I need a bitch from Aruba
She say my dick like a ruler
She lemme fuck her medula
Then I pass that hoe to Euro
When it come to head, that hoe better than Super
I'm gone

[Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
Wait, I think I'm made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo'
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang

[Euro:]
Check
I'ma do 'em like Big Meech
This strip club's in '03
Like when MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT
Keith Moore with a low fade
Fiends still in the Stone Age
Goons in the crowd strapped ho
They don't clap while I'm on stage!
Side talk, I'm immune to
Been the new kid in the new school
I ain't too fond of the new school
I'm an old soul in a young man
Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through
Two cokes still a hot boy
But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge 'till I beat whoever I lose to
We the ones who had good girls, by the pool snortin' up lines
I'm the reason all the bad college bitches never showed up on time
We the one who had Cristiano in Japan throwing up signs
Born to lose but I built up, always knew growing up
I think I'm made for this shit

[Jay Jones:]
Wait, I think I'm made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo'
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang

[HoodyBaby:]
I'm Steph Curry I'm Wardell
I'm all hell, when the Warriors come out to play ya'll all fail
I got fish scale, I got four scales
I'm the nigga in the city pushing dope deals
Hoodybaby in the kitchen when the smoke clears
I can clear 200, 000 like my throat, yeah
I make it rumble in the jungle where koalas lie
Bitches call me Hoody bear, I'm koala-fied
Oh that went over your head? I'm over qualified
Really make them guns fly, bitch I'm stuck in overdrive
Trick or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide
All this trapping in my Jesus piece like show you right

[Lil Wayne:]
L-A-T
Moms just hard on me with grades
Had to turn them B's to A's
Now I'm turning words to paper
Turning birds to haters fry their wings and legs
I prefer a lake, I deserve a raise
Should be overpaid, I just toast the bread
I ain't burn the bread
Man the Golden State turning more than heads
Take it in my hand, turn it into bread
Got the golden dreads, got me on the meds
Had a talk with Tez about me on the meds
Forgot the shit he said, Le Mantra on the ears
Don't try to son me Reg
I'll knock ya off the ledge
I'll pop off on sketch
Praying like pledge, bullets gon' spread
Catch 'em like Dez, all in ya ass
Handguns in the console
I'm a shark in the fishbowl
Running plays on my rich hoes
Sunny days in the North Pole
I'm a play, play my part hoe
Turn a rock to the charcoal
Heart thrives but my heart closed
Short ride on a long road
Long days and them long nights
Big dogs and we all bite
Big words just all hype
Small talk, large price
Alright, not nice
Heart cold, hot ice
She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, drops mic
Stop light, stop running your mouth 'fore I run in your mouth
From a hundred dollas to a hundred of commas
Got fuckin problems, tryna figure 'em out
Niggas run in your house waiting on my count
Bitches in they house waiting on my call
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang
Yes Lord
I think I'm made for this shit

[Jay Jones:]
Wait, I think I'm made for this shit
I got the way with this shit
Grind everyday for this shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no closed
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo'
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
Mula Gang
Gang, gang
Mula Gang

"T-Wayne" (2017)

• He Rap He Sang lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne
• Listen To Me lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne
• DAMN DAMN DAMN lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne
• Waist Of A Wasp lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne
• Oh Yeah lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne
• Breathe lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne
• Snap Ya Fangas lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne
• Heavy Chevy lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne

He Rap He Sang lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne

[T-Pain:]
Wayne I'ma hold you down on this rap shit, mane

Ha, once again it's on
My respect level now is unheard of
Niggas was laughin' now they wish they never heard of him
Now they gon' learn to respect me, bruh
A lick a shot, 9 millis get burned in their retina
Have that lead come out the back of your head
One word is what I said, click clack and you're dead
Put one more of them claps in the back of your leg
I hit ya arm, leg, leg, arm, head
Damn, if you was just a version of Pain
Just think of me as the R&B version of Wayne
But since we're doin' the same thing now it's no difference
Ice grill, hood niggas put your dentures in
He so sweet make her wanna lick the singer
So me and Weezy gang bang her
Pullin' on my roots, I had to hang her, whip her
Tallahassee dick her, I'm back on the map

[T-Pain & Lil Wayne:]
'Cause he rap, he sang
And he do, his thang
And he does, he does
Everything you wish you was, it's T-Wayne
It's T-Pain
Bang, bang
He rap, he sang
And he do, his thang
And he does, he does
Everything you wish you was, it's T-Wayne
Alright, bang, bang
Weezy

[Lil Wayne:]
It's the white cup dranker
Baby I'm a trapper turnt rapper turnt sanger
Darlin', suwoo to the bangers
If you want beef, I'll cook that angus
And... thank God I'm famous
'Cause a lot of these ballers'd be around here chainless
But I made bling bling
Yeah, ching, ching
Any sorry ass rap nigga, nigga wanna sing
I'm in love with a stripper
And I send shots like the bartender
And I'm like bitch ain't me get in line with the rest
'Cause even the best say Weezy the best
Okay shawty gettin' handsome with Lil Wizane, Lilzane
It's a Lil Wayne and a whole lot of Pain
You know what I'm sayin'? Like...
I'm mind rockin' models with a bottle, if you can't swallow
Shut up, bitch, gargle, that's the motto, holla

He rap, he do
He does
Everything you wish you was, it's T-Pain, baby
He rap, he do
He does
Everything you wish you was, it's T-Pain, babe

Listen To Me lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne

[T-Pain:]
Oompa loompa doompa dee doo
I've got a perfect puzzle for you
Oompa loompa dooma dee dee
If you are wise you'll listen to me
If you are wise you'll listen to me
Hey
If you are wise you'll listen to me
Hey
They said they did it before Wayne, not like this!
They tryna stop us, Wayne! They can't do it, man, this is T-Wayne
Tell these fuck niggas that this is what we doompety doo
Hahaha, hey! Hey!
If you're fuckin' with Wayne then you're gon' get the T
If you are wise you'll listen to me

If you was wise enough to get wise and wise up and listen
You wack niggas wouldn't sound so fuckin' insufficient
I'm fishin' for some bitches to give me some Southern fixins
Fucked her good and when I finished, left her belly button glistenin'
This isn't just one of them rappin' R&B niggas
I'm fuckin' with Tha Bizness, some of the hardest beat rippers
Fuckin' with Lil Wayne then you're gon' get the T
If you are wise you'll listen to me
It's like oompa loompa, I am on my new job
Gettin' at your girlfriend, liftin' up her tube top
Call your lady super lube, givin' niggas lube jobs
I'm Teddy Pain, my money long like a tube sock
I'm cold as fuck but I am also what and who's hot
So I'm obligated to authorize what and who's not
You think I'm wack, but one day you're gon' see
If you are wise you'll listen to me

[Lil Wayne:]
Straight out the backseat of the dually with the toolie
I am truly unruly, mic check, one two me
It is money mouth colder
Smokin' like runnin' hot water
Better yet like runnin' hot lava
I am somethin' like a barber 'cause I'll cut your fuckin' head off
And if I'm in the buildin', I've been mothafuckin' paid off
Let me take my shades off so I can fuckin' see, and bitch
If you are wise you'll listen to me
Yeah, shawty got that rebel rap
Where-where-where your shovel at?
I take a trip to hell and nigga I'ma bring the devil back
And if you want some trouble I can have my people schedule that
Damn your face clear, that's 'cause it's up in Reynold's Wrap
This ain't no Nintendo rap 'cause I don't play no games
Bitch I murder, kill, rob, steal, and fuck on the same watch
That mean at the same time, and my nina sang fine
And I got that alto, that's that T-Pain kind

DAMN DAMN DAMN lyrics - T-Pain & Lil Wayne

[Lil Wayne:]
You know I give shawty the business
You know I'ma give mama the business

Like woah, woah, woah
Like woah, woah, woah
And I was like woah, woah, woah
And she was like damn, damn, damn
And I hit her with the wham, wham, wham

Ah, like hey lil mama
What you say lil mama?
Can you stay lil mama?
I'll pay lil mama
No women I ain't trying no finger
But I shout real deep in ya
And I was doing what alpha
I gotta do it for
You, you, you, you, ooh
That's what you say when I do
When I do, do, do, do you, ooh, ooh, ooh

And it was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And I was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And she was like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
'Cause I hit her with the wham, wham, wham, wham, wham, wham

Like wait lil mama
Can I take you on a date lil mama?
If I had my way lil mama
We'd be dating every day lil mama
Like wait lil mama
We could go to my estate lil mama
You know I ate lil mama
Like a straight piranha
I face your flower
And I taste your flower
And I take your flower
And never give it back to
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

And it was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And I was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And she was like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
'Cause I hit her with the wham, wham, wham, wham, wham, wham

[T-Pain:]
I said hey there shawty
Look what I bought ya
It's the brand new Ferrari
Equipped with no top-a
And I'ma get something for that
Yeah you already know that
Put on my old glass
And baby I'ma give it to you, you, you
Give it to you, you, you, ooh, ooh, ooh
Now what we gon' do, do, do, do-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

And it was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And I was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And she was like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
'Cause I hit her with the wham, wham, wham, wham, wham, wham

So break it on down
Break it on down
Shit, damn
Damn
Bet you know my name
It's Lil Pain, and T-Wayne
What we gon' do, do, do
What we gon' do, do, do

[T-Pain & Lil Wayne:]
And she was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And she was like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
And she was like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
'Cause I hit her with the wham, wham, wham, wham, wham, wham
Break it on down