Dope New Gospel lyrics - lil wayne (feat. Nivea)

 Man in the mirror, my hero

He helped me center my ego

When I think I'm bad like Michael

He bring me back down to Tito

Man in the mirror, my hero

He helped me see like a eagle

He helped me hear enemies cry wolf

Then he see me take off my sheep clothes

Hasta la vista, adios

Beat the odds like mosquitoes

Keep in mind I'm a negro

So my open mind got a screen door

Bitches wan' come play the lead role

And end up with nothin' but B-roll

Sit on the dick in a C-4

Then I come back with a cheat code

Pill bottle only half full

But fuck it, my nigga, I'm past good

Sexy bitch rubbin' my tats good

But before she do, bitch, wash yo' hands good

I'm flexin' muscles that you can't pull

You can't make a fist 'cause I'm a handful

I never really knew my dad good

But still grew up to be the big bad wolf

You always see me with the white cup

Some people say that is a bad look

But take a good look at what you are lookin' at

You never know when it's your last look

It's written all over my face

It's tattooed, it can't be erased

One of a kind, I can't be replaced

In case that mirror breaks

Well it's been way too long

And I wonder what it's been like

Tryna get back right with ya

'Cause I've been on my own

Or at least that's what it feels like

Wanna get back right with ya

It's been way too long

And I wonder what it's been like

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Man in the mirror, my hero

He helped me center my evil

I see the fire in his eyes

But he keep my blood temperature zero

Man in the mirror, my 'migo

Crème de la crème de la Créole

Couple a cracks in the mirror

Even through the cracks, I see no cracks in me though

Daytime start to turn black

Everything stop like start to twirl

Thank God Weezy back

Order is restored, all is right with the world

Last time become lost time

No free time, 'til I bought time

No tea time, no off time

No me time, on y'all time

Blessings shower from the north side

From the brightest flower out the darkest skies

Love is blind but we caught eyes

It's a bumpy road but a joyride

Still can't ignore my rappetite

Like a hungry shark in a koi pond

Still the motherfuckin' best rapper, a-live

Nigga, y'all died

Well it's been way too long

And I wonder what it's been like

Tryna get back right with ya

'Cause I've been on my own

Or at least that's what it feels like

Wanna get back right with ya

It's been way too long

And I wonder what it's been like

'Cause I've been on my own

Or at least that's what it feels like

Wanna get back right with ya

Yeah it's been way too long

And I wonder what it's been like

Man in the mirror, my hero

He got me center my ego

When I think I'm bad like Michael

He bring me back down to Tito

It's written all over my face

Tattoos that can't be erased

One of a kind, I can't be replaced

In case that mirror breaks

Perfect Strangers lyrics - lil wayne

 I don't know who you are anymore

Talkin' to the man in her mirror

That been fuckin' with these bitches

And it's dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers

Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit

But, you don't even call anymore

And you don't even care, so who am I to love anyone?

I know it's fucked up

Different city, switchin' women

Puttin' cups up, gettin' fucked up

And, we don't even talk anymore

Ain't got no time to spare

So who are we to trust anyone?

And that's what's fucked up

We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other

And that's so fucked up

Damn, love don't live here

Love, I don't live here

She say, "Why you leave your shit here?"

I'm tryna be sincere

When we both know it ain't right

She hate that we can get loose

But I can never hang tight

But, we don't even make love anymore

Actin' like our phone got our attention

Though we watchin' television, and it's painless

We act like we strangers

I just don't know who we are anymore, damn

I'm not supposed to be here

'Cause love don't live here

But I'm here, and she here

She tell me stay all night

She just want a refill

And then she want to start fights

'Bout "What about how she feel?"

She tell me I'm a cheap thrill

I know she don't mean that

She think I feed her lies

But I don't get no feedback

As she watch me pack

"Baby where my keys at?"

Kiss her on the forehead and tell her that I'll be back

Her teeth smacked

I don't know who you are anymore

Talkin' to the man in her mirror

That been fuckin' with these bitches

And it's dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers

Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit

But you don't even call anymore

And you don't even care

So who am I to love anyone?

I know it's fucked up

Different city, switchin' women, puttin' cups up

Gettin' fucked up

And, we don't even talk anymore

Ain't got no time to spare

So who are we to trust anyone?

And that's what's fucked up

We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other

And that's so fucked up

I was talkin' to myself the other day

My homies call me cray, my mama tell me, "Pray"

She say, "I need a day", I said, "I need a bae"

She said, "Believe in faith

Ma, they love me either way"

Hold up, wait

Let me set my alarm

You say "Don't sweat your alarm"

And now the pressure is on

So now there's sweat in my palm

But her reception ain't warm

So my deception performs

And then that silence is awkward

Like am I deaf or alone?

I got a jet in the morn'

And she upset and I'm calm

And when a woman is scorned

Is when your welcome is worn

And now her temperature's showin'

And I just weather her storm

And she expect me to stay

I be like, "Let go my arm!"

She said

I don't know who you are anymore

Talking to the man in her mirror

I've been fuckin' with these bitches

And it's dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers

Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit

And she say, you don't even call anymore

And you don't even care

So who am I to love anyone?

I know it's fucked up

Different city, switchin' women, puttin' cups up

Gettin' fucked up

She say, we don't even talk anymore

Ain't got no time to spare

So who are we to trust anyone?

And that's what's fucked up

We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other

And that's what's fucked up

She say we don't make love anymore

Actin' like our phone got our attention

Though we watchin' television, now it's painless

We actin' like strangers

Like we don't know who we are anymore

Perfect strangers

Used 2 lyrics - lil wayne

 I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes

I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi

I used to walk a thin line, now I'm walking chin high

I used to fuck and get tired, now I fuck her ten times

She used to make me dick rise, now she make me ribeyes

She used to make me six-nine, now she make her friend try

She used to make me love her, now she make me realize

It's money over bitches 'till the day I dizz-ie

Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side

I feel like Ivan Drago, if he dies, he dies

Find out where he reside and find out where he hide

Run up in that bitch like, "Hey," pop-pop-pop, peace sign

Percocet, Promethazine, you can call me P-Rod

Taking shots at my team, you must be getting senile

You goin' at my slime then you're going at me, slime

Your blood all over the scene, it look like red cheap wine

I'm smoking on a key lime, you look like tea time

Look like honey to my beehive, I close your sweet eyes

Shoot ya in ya head, give ya ass three eyes

And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5

I remember you, I was never into you

I tell my shooters, shoot you and whoever resemble you

And every member who had been a friend of you or kin to you

They in it too, and bitches too, they mention you, they dentures loose

Run up in a nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth

Safe code now nigga, cough it up or spit it out

Oh my God I'm flipping out, flipping out then dipping out

I tried to turn the fuckin' page, oh my God, I ripped it out

I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes

I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi

Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side

I feel like Ivan Drago, lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth

But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

I used to know you niggas, I don't know you niggas

I just ignore you niggas, I don't bro you niggas

With my bros will smoke you niggas, like we grow you niggas

Kill your ho too nigga, and your go-to niggas

I've been riding 'round the city with the safety off

Glock nine and it's pretty like a baby doll

You niggas bitches and it's pissing all the ladies off

My finger sitting on the trigger like a La-Z-Boy

If there was beef, I'm in the kitchen with the apron on

Put his words on the plate, that nigga ate 'em all

And I ain't wit' the talking, but damn now he talking

Nigga spilled the beans, damn, now it's coffee

Looking for your pussy ass like I got a warrant

I throw on the ski mask, that's a private party

Bullets jumping off your ass like they shock absorbant

Rock your bells, LL, nigga locked and loaded

I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes

I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi

Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side

I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

Yeah run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth

But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes

Used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi

Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side

I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth

But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

Mulah, baby

And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5

I still don't know today

Was he playing with the gun or was it an accident

I still... I just don't.... I.... I be wanting to ask him but I never asked him after all these years

Was that a accident or did he... or was he playing with the gun

So I never really found out about what

You know what happ-... what really happened with him and that shooting

Let It All Work Out lyrics - lil wayne

 Let it all work out, let it all work out

Let it all work out, let it all work out

Let it all work out, let it all work out

Let it all work out, let it all work out

Work out, yeah

I'm in this bitch

Yeah, was on the outside, looking in this bitch

But now I'm in this bitch

Yeah, I'm in this bitch

Tunechi, you a genius

Looked in the mirror said

"Don't let the money come between us"

I'm loaded, loaded at my earliest convenience

But fuck 'em, I feel like I got ten middle fingers

I'm sippin', sippin' in this bitch and poppin' uppers

Girl, take this, this that shit that give a flower color

And some bitch named Wonder Woman told me not to wonder

The crumbs, you only see 'em when the cookie crumble

Real shit, nigga, my candle still lit

Had to swallow my pride, though, swear it tastes like spearmint

Big up to my nigga with a strap on 'em

I never turn my back on 'em

'Cause nigga act like they cool with ya

But a lot of these niggas be transformers

A lot of these players be bench-warmers

The game ain't easy, but it's fair, nigga

I'mma sit in this throne so long

'Til it's a fucking rocking chair, nigga

Bad bitch play with my hair, nigga

Said, "Relax, Tune, baby don't stress out"

But I got a lot of shit on my mind, though

She said, "Let that shit work itself out"

"Let that shit work itself out"

C5

Yeah, back in this bitch

Tune you left this bitch

Like you knew this bitch was gon' let your ass back in this bitch

Let it all work out, let it all work out

But ain't nobody else like you in this bitch

Let it all work out, let it all work out

Let it all work out

Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch

Cita, you a psychic

'Cause you said there be days like this

They want a piece of me, I ain't the one that's serving slices

Please swallow, I had my share of dirty diapers

Real shit, pussy niggas on that guilt trip

It'll be on in a heartbeat

You can't hear no pussy nigga's shit skip

I fear God, never fear men

Give back, never give in

Beat odds, never beat women

Keep an open mind, let 'em peek in it

Reach highs, never reach limits

Need minds, I don't need plenty

This C5, this for BI and Left Eye, and T-Boz

When I seen Chilli at the Floyd fight

I almost asked her to creep with me

But I was young, and I held my tongue

But with that tongue, I just keep spitting

So it all worked out

And now I'm in this bitch

And life said, "Tune, you knew me for way too long"

I never change, you know I been this bitch

And then she said, "Let it all work out"

"Let it all work out, let it all work out" (Yeah)

"Let it all work out, let it all work out"

Tunechi, you a monster

Looked in the mirror, but you wasn't there, I couldn't find ya

I'm lookin' for that big, old smile, full of diamonds

Instead, I found this letter you ain't finished writin'

It read, "I'm sorry for even apologizing"

I tried, compromising and went kamikaze

I found my momma's pistol where she always hide it

I cry, put it to my head and thought about it

Nobody was home to stop me, so I called my auntie

Hung up, then put the gun up to my heart and pondered

Too much was on my conscience to be smart about it

Too torn apart about it, I aim where my heart was pounding

I shot it, and I woke up with blood all around me

It's mine, I didn't die, but as I was dying

God came to my side and we talked about it

He sold me another life and he made a prophet

Yeah, and he said

"Let it all work out" (Yeah)

"Let it all work out"

(I'm still in this bitch)

"Let it all work out"

(Yeah, thank God 'cause I'm still in this bitch)

"Let it all work out"

Let it all work out (Phew)

"Let it all work out"

(But he said, "Remember this:")

"Let it all work out"

"Let it all work out"

("Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch")

"Let it all work out" (Yeah)

"Let it all work out"

("And don't forget what I did this, bitch")

"Let it all work out"

("Can't even remember when I didn't, bitch")

"Let it all—"

"Let it all work out" (Yeah)

"Let it all work out"

("Now I'm out this bitch")

"Let it all work out"

("I'm out this bitch")

"Let it all—"

("And it all worked out")

Love you, Dwayne

What About Me (Remix) lyrics - lil wayne (feat. Post Malone)

 If you saw me, would you understand

That I can't stand you with another man?

I see you happy where your life is at

I see you smile, I can't live with that

'Cause what about me? Yeah

I stayed up all night for you

Girl, girl, what about me? Yeah

I shut down my life for you

Now you runnin' 'round with him, and him, and him

How you do that?

How you act like I never held you every night?

And now you never call back, please

Girl, girl, what about me?

Oh, tell me, do you ever think about it?

Those lonely nights when you 'bout lost it (Oh)

The only time that you would call

Was just to tell me it's my fault (Oh)

I let you cry, I let you worry

I let you yell, I let you hurt me (Oh)

I gave you everything you need

And now you gone, gone, gone

Tell me, how you do that to me? Yeah

Girl, what about me? Yeah

I stayed up all night for you (Yeah)

Girl, girl, what about me? Yeah (Girl, what about me?)

I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life)

Now you runnin' 'round with him, and him, and him

How you do that? (Oh)

How you act like I never held you every night?

Now you never call back, please (Please)

Girl, girl, what about me?

Oh, girl, girl, girl, what about me? Me?

I ain't never been the one to let it go (Let it go)

Never thought I'd see you leave me in the cold

Every time that you got mad

You would leave and come right back

Always bringing up the past

Guess you couldn't handle that

Where you at when you're not with me?

You ignoring my calls

Look how quick you forgot 'bout me

I'm waiting (I'm waiting, I'm waiting)

Girl, what about me? Yeah (Girl, what about me?) (Oh)

I stayed up all night for you (I stayed up all night) (Oh)

Girl, girl, what about me? (What about me, girl? Yeah, what about me, girl?)

I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life)

Now you runnin' 'round with him, and him, and him

How you do that? (How, girl?)

How you act like I never held you every night?

And now you never call back, please (Please)

Girl, girl, what about me? Me? (Yeah, what about me?)

Oh-ho-oh

In This House lyrics - lil wayne (feat. Gucci Mane)

 Actin' like they killers, but them niggas just some hoes

We act like this a studio, this really just a trap

Everything we got, we had to whip it out the bowl

Before we shake your hand, we'd rather slap you with the strap

A million cash in hunnids, now they bring it to the door (Racks)

20k for a coat that I ain't even wore

This bitch so bad, I let her shop, I made 'em close the store

She think she trickin' me, but bitch don't know my pockets swole (The money)

Big bankroll, top floor South Beach (Top)

Long money Gucci, ask your bitch 'bout me (Ask)

Penthouse suite, four hoes, two weeks

And all my shooters shootin; .223's 'bout me, Wop

Nigga with a AK-47

Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven

Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty

But all the ho shit still so smelly

Belch wrong, get your throat slashed

Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?

Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag

Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

(Whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)

(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)

Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

Nigga with a AK-47

Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven

Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty

But all the ho shit still so smelly

Belch wrong, get your throat slashed

Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?

Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag

Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

Boy, you been a ho

I remember, ho

You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe

Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door

He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes

Boy you been a ho since Arsenio

Fuck your bitch, put her in the figure four

Scope on the gun, better visual

Silencer make the bullets tippy-toe

I don't give a fuck, never gave fucks

'Cause I always knew that a better day come

Haven't been asleep, seven day run

Never knew how a Chevrolet run

Ice Cube, Eazy-E, Ren, and Dre

I am the new NWA

Nigga with a AK-47

Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven

Take lives like students took lessons

Jail time, felt like it took seconds

I'm a Goodfella, was a dope seller

All these ho niggas must be Hochella

(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)

(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)

Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven

You a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

Nigga with a AK-47

Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven

Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty

But all the ho shit still so smelly

Nigga with a AK-47

Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven

Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty

But all the ho shit still so smelly

Belch wrong, get your throat slashed

Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?

Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag

Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

No bullshit, my nigga

I'm pushin' my triggers

They lookin' for niggas in bushes, my nigga

In the ocean, in the lake, in the woods, in the rivers

The skies was gray and the bullets was silver

Young Money on front of my hoodie, my nigga

You front on your money, you couldn't, my nigga

We kill you by breakfast and cook you for dinner

The lesbians say you a pussy-ass nigga, ol' ho-ass nigga

I put some pressure on your ho

Make her tell me what she know

Stop confessin' to that ho

Stop confidin' in that ho

Stop providin' for that ho

You gon' die for that ho

Suicide for that ho

Boy, you been a ho

I remember, ho

You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe

Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door

He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes

Nigga with a AK-47

Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven

Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty

But all the ho shit still so smelly

Belch wrong, get your throat slashed

Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?

Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag

Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

Boy, you been a ho

I remember, ho

You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe

Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door

He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes

(There's some whores in this house)

Life Of Mr. Carter lyrics - lil wayne

 What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?

Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson

You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons

Little voices in my head said, "Don't mind the little voices," whoa

What's harder, love or Mr. Carter?

Especially when these hoes ain't right, these hoes ain't loyal

Shit, who's wrong? Who's right? Just ask my lawyer

Right or wrong, I'm still gon' take his advice, he take my orders

I'll be a-okay instead of alright, or kinda-sorta

And before I ever take that for granted, I take the charges

See, you can't believe in all of the hype you hear at the barber

If the odds are stacked against us, they're likely to stack 'em on us

Lil Tune, Jurassic in the room, Tyrannosaurus

I ain't steal it, I took it, I ain't crooked, I'm cater-cornered

And if my fruits of labor were ripe, I would have an orchard

But I'm nauseous from my ups-and-downs and back-and-forwards

Shit, Mr. Carter, eyes are always on you

So I smile for the cameras and hide from the reporters

Roll a blunt up in this bitch, when it burn, it start my motor

Shoulder shruggin' in this bitch 'cause the world is on my shoulders, shit

What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?

Tune in this bitch, let's spike the Holy Water

Tryna stay grounded, my flights said no departures

Shit, what's harder, murder or abortion? Whoa

What's harder, death or Mr. Carter?

Is it easier to play deaf or to listen harder?

I'm like, "Girl, what's harder than life for Mr. Carter?

Knock on wood, but with the wood comes termites and turmoil"

What's easier, to change diapers or back to normal?

Times are changing like Father Time just lost his father

What's harder, to ask for sorrow or to borrow?

Or to break hearts or get your heart broke? I don't know

I ask, "What's harder, jail or Mr. Carter?

School or Mr. Carter? The news or Mr. Carter?

Man, what's harder, drugs or Mr. Carter?

Judge or Mr. Carter? Court and order, yeah"

What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?

I ride for this shit like a knight in shining armor

I pile up the dope and roll it tight like UnderArmour

Coming from this neighborhood, it's just like coming from comas

I got homies from the old school, and we been lost our diplomas

Got some hoes from California, think they shit smell like begonias

Got a bone to pick? I pick it 'til you're boneless

Like I come from San Antonio, pop up at the spur of the moment, how you want it?

When in Hell, I'm a Roman; head on fire, I'm a comet

Heat up out my abdomen, and you know me

Man, I'm all about my business, business handle business for me

I know you know life's a bitch, turned her to a business woman, mind your business

I'm sayin', "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?

What's higher, the price or Mr. Carter?

Should I call you Mystery? Because I'm right here to solve you

And if you start to smell fear or fright, I sprayed it on you"

I made it, and when I made it, you hate it, I made it, on you

You know the streets talk, my nigga, don't make 'em argue

Niggas faded away, I light one and get faded for you

I'm reclinin', Weezy Baby, La-Z-Boy you, they enjoy you

I'm like, "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?"

Holy lyrics - lil wayne

 (MonstaBeatz)

I just bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC

Got too much on my mind, hit the blunt and reflect

When I was under arrest, my bitch was under duress

I bet she fucked while I was gone, then I doubled the bet

I smoke weed in Amsterdam and I smuggle the rest

I act like I'm shakin' your hand and you'll get punched with the left

And you can get killed for shit you said under your breath

And if you do choose to bark, it ain't nothin' to a vet

Man, fuck these niggas, I ain't stuntin' these niggas

Yo bitch about to swallow a bunch of me's, nigga

I got a white girl fuckin', suckin' me, nigga

While I'm thinkin' 'bout the days that it sucked to be niggas

Bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC

Nigga, keep your head up like that gun to ya neck

And my bitch was scared to fly 'til we fucked on a jet

Fucked her in the cockpit, all these buttons to press

I just got myself a blonde with the puffiest chest

I just bought myself some time, wrote my Rollie a check

Ridin' in a double R, just regrettin' regret

Getting loaded more than once, no Russian Roulette

I just left King of Diamonds, I just fucked a baguette

I ain't called her since that day, I just wasn't impressed

Bull with a nose ring, startin' a bunch of BS

Hide the gun, knock on your door, dressed like UPS

Man, fuck these niggas, I ain't stuntin' these niggas

I'm a bear coughing up a bunch of honeybees, nigga

Got hoes under me, like a submarine, nigga

Got a bitch with a clit like a butter bean, nigga (Uh)

Bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC (Yeah)

Bought my sons toys and my daughter a pet

Bought my homeboys choppers and my woman a dress

And to catch me if I fall, I bought my mother a net, let's go

Anyone could get knocked off, any bitch could get knocked up

Baby daddy get locked up, sell everything, put the house up

Don't say anything, keep your mouth shut

Except two words and that's "how much"

If I do get out, we're skippin' town

She said what about her mama

I paused

I said, "I gotta do what I gotta

Is you gon' ride with me or you not?"

And she start cryin' and said, "I'm not"

And I paused

I said, "It's probably what's best

Well, I'll be back when pigs fly

So they can't follow me on my jet"

I tell my pilot where to go next

I bring that problem to your doorstep

I catch you slippin' while you tired

Like the road wet, like it's no sweat

I'm Tunechi, hi, I'm here to collect

They wondering why I ain't gettin' no rest

'Cause that's just too close to arrestin'

And too far from "serve and protect"

So, Police, read me my wrongs, or just leave me alone

Rubbing, squinting my eyes, I still don't see where I'm wrong

Sold my soul to the streets, they bought it previously-owned

Went to jail for a Glock and soon as I got home

I went and bought myself a 9 and that new MAC-11

You talk shit at 10:59 and make the news at 11

Bitch, I'm the wildest motherfucker on a team full of rebels

Young, wild motherfucker to a MILF, cougar, leopard

I'm a lion, motherfucker, to these hoes 'cause you can sweat a little

Euro my secret weapon like Mark, Jackson and Stephen

I see plain-clothes pigs and unmarked intrepids

My bitch believe what I say, I told her salt was pepper

I'm cold as malts and metals, sell stolen parts, whatever

Put three holes in your head like a bowling ball, don't spare 'em

And all my niggas in jail, that's bullshit, I smell ya

Remember Destiny's Child? My favorite one was Farrah, man

Bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC

I know you don't want war like you just a cadet

Tell a motherfucker who next, "Motherfucker, you next"

I'm the best rapper alive and they love me to death, bye

Yeah

Fuck these niggas, I ain't stuntin' these niggas

More To The Story lyrics - lil wayne (feat. Raekwon)

 Oh, you ain't heard?

Him and dopeman ain't cool no more

'Cause dopeman tried to charge him double for the usual

Damn

You just don't hear good news no more

After I tell this story, I gotta kill who I told

Okay, his new package had came in

Had the whole house stankin'

Traphouse doorbell ringin'

Traphouse gettin' too famous

His traphouse poppin' all night

The porch light should be strobe lights

That shit them police don't like

You know them pigs no good like pork rinds

Gotta go home to that whore wife

That don't never wan' fuck, just start fights

And he just made a hard right at the wrong time

They pulled him over, if they only write him a ticket, he'll be alright

Yeah, right

'Cause you know he fit the description of a black male that sell white

AK on the backseat

Trunk full of cocaína

He stepped on the gas and got ghost on 'em

His bitch scream like she seen one

He said, "Shut up while I speed up"

She said, "I think you lost 'em," now he think he lost 'em

Now he lost his train of thought

The voice in his head said, "All aboard"

And he woke up, don't listen to that bitch

She coked up off of his stuff

And he know it's good

Where the popcorn? This story good, call Hollywood

But anyway, let a nigga get back to it

He came to a neighborhood and he zig-zagged through it

He didn't see the lights, but he still heard the sirens

Cut off all his lights and they drove right by him, woo

Chapter two

Traphouse just got cable

Stuntin' on the neighbors

The cable man was the feds though

A four-year-old was in bed though

He woke up when he heard the Glocks cock

You wouldn't believe what happened ten seconds later

To be continued, dot, dot, dot

Ten seconds left, he gon' get it

Mag in his mouth, mean like a fitted

Caught him in the pool room, two to his head

In the room and boom, they did it, wow

Face on the ground, Ace of Spade on the ground

Run, bullets, they'll chase you around

Don't listen to me, these niggas ain't playin'

Yo, they'll lace 'em down, feel it

One hit Willy

Other nigga live with a milli

Other nigga ride him Phillies

Run through the hood, all blood, blowin' bills on grils

Just chillin' up in New York City

One got witty

Took his mask off, he a dumbass

Got him on viddy

Somebody yelled out, "Yo, that's 'Chelle"

Blaow, blaow, caught her in the titty, huh

Four more shells went to his face like gazelles

Bloody, they laced him up well

Niggas stop shootin', get the loot

Stop bullshittin', boy, you wild, stop playin' yourself

This ain't good, now they fucked

Police barricade the buildin', what?

Now we stuck

Now this clown-ass nigga just fucked us all up (Up)

Eleven more shots

Came to the door was the cops

Chain popped off, caught him in his top

Fell to the floor, damn four-year-old shorty just looked up

Said, "They got you"

Damn, another nigga dead

Another nigga head licked, damn, they copped out

What's it all about, kid?

Max out, shed, play the background, we's out

Mwah

There's always more to the story (To the story)

There's always more to the story

You ain't hear it from me (Hear it from me)

And what you hear, don't repeat (Don't repeat)

Or disappear in your sleep

And you ain't hear this from me (This from me)

There's always more to the story (To the story)

And that's the moral to the story

Nigga, listen to me (Listen to me)

Fuck what you hear in these streets, yeah (Streets)

And if I hear you them people

You ain't hearin' from me (From me)

Scottie lyrics - lil wayne

 Cool N Dre, this is

It's so simple that it's complicated (Complicated), uh

You think about mistakes, that's when you made 'em (When you made 'em), yeah

The water's runnin', baby, I ain't chasin' (I ain't chasin')

'Cause only in still water we can see our faces (See our faces)

Real shit, I told my nigga

"Boy, you better watch them hoes when you sleepin'

Nigga, them dog-ass hoes be creepin'"

I got a few Ms put up for safe keepin'

Long hair, don't care like I was raised in a teepee

Nigga, gun hurt, Nina said she 'bout to go streakin'

Niggas 'bout to go to missin', niggas 'bout to go to deacons

Niggas 'bout to get high as airmen from Tuskegee

Niggas blind to the fact 'cause they don't wan' see me

Niggas don't want talk, niggas don't want reason

Niggas don't want peace, niggas don't know the meanin'

Nigga said, "You're a bitch, nigga," bitch European

Nigga, we Herculean, nigga, skate, surf, or skiin'

Nigga really overseeing, y'all niggas sight seein'

Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteein'

New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee

And when he died, niggas shouted out, "Tha-thank you, Jesus"

Cruising down the street and I ain't Caribbean

Ain't terrified and I ain't never been

Sippin' H-Town, lookin' like Jeremy Lin

I'm movin' slower than a fuckin' Maryland terrapin

I ain't got time, patience very thin

I will fuck a nigga bride on the day she marry him

I'm a bad Samaritan, I'm a black American

Got white like a fuckin' Aryan, and

I don't need no pot to piss in, I just need a pot to whip it

I don't need no fuckin' help, I don't need no Scottie Pippen

I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need a chopper, nigga

Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas

I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no

Now beam me up Scotty

You gon' find your mommy chopped up in a tub

With "Stop snitchin'" written on a note by her body

I picked up your ho and she wore something tiny

I wore something simple, she like that about me

My dope from the '90s, my dope ain't consignment

My coke ain't that diet, I hope you a client

These hoes be relying, these niggas be lying

These niggas who snitchin' we throw to the lions

Ain't no testifyin', you know desert's quiet

So scream until you give your throat laryngitis, we so terrorizin'

You cuddle too much, you choose hoes to confide in

I know where you hide and that ho verified it

I told my homie, "I know where to find him"

He said, "You late, we already got him

And by the way, it was an honor"

That made my day, made me so proud

I bought my bitch some shit from her favorite designer

And a Chihuahua

What's the occasion? Don't worry about it

I don't fuck with snakes except Kobe, the Mamba

Might cut off my hair 'cause these hoes is Delilah's

Let me check my wallet, my pulse and my vitals

Call me the greatest or call me retired

It's up in the air like carbon monoxide

Bitch, we in the buildin', we started from outside

My dick is my third eye and she call it cockeyed

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a 360

She get so wet, it can be sea sickening

Niggas expect some sort of leniency

I'm in high def, but why are you screening me?

I'm Weezy F you, with a sick dick

Hop on my skateboard, do a quick trick

Playin' my role, even with a thick script

Waitin' on a revolution, hope I get a big tip

Smoking on Cee-Lo Green, lighting up a big gift

Every bud get nipped, life is so vibrant and the suns just trip

Anything can happen, put the what's with the ifs

But what's with the ifs?

Just pass that weed like flyin' colors

Light green, teal, turquoise, purple

When I'm in a room, if these walls could talk

I'm sure they'd prefer to be non-verbal

Papa was a rolling stone, worthless

Mama said I wasn't on purpose

That's why I got a ice box where

My heart used to be in this cold world

I'm a monster, a cold blooded monster

I'm colder than fuckin' Moscow, kilos, ounces, Grammys, Oscars

Knock you off your fuckin' high horse

Like a cold-blooded jouster, fightin' for my life

Praying to the ringside announcer

It's so simple that it's complicated (Complicated), yeah

You think about mistakes, that's when you made 'em (When you made 'em), yeah

The water's runnin', baby, I ain't chasin' (I ain't chasin')

'Cause only in still water's when we see our faces (See our faces)

Real shit, tell 'em

I don't need no pot to piss in, I just need a pot to whip it

I don't need no fuckin' help, I don't need no Scottie Pippen

I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need that chopper with me

Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas

I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no

I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no

I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need a chopper with me

Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas

I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no

Now beam me up Scotty (Now beam me up Scotty)

F Him Good lyrics - lil wayne

 Uh, we had lunch

We talked about love and shit

She looked me in my eyes

And then said the next dick she'd take

Would be her husband's dick, damn

See, I had the steak, she had the lobster

I say, "I want you on my team," she say, "I don't join rosters"

"Oh, believe that," and then the drinks came

And then the mood changed and then her answer switched

She let her hair down and lit a cancer stick

She saw it turned me off and said she tryna quit

She went to the ladies room and I hopped on my phone

Most likely she doin' the same thing

Like, "Girl, what you think?

Um, should I do it?"

She say, "Shit, I don't know

You know these niggas, he probably used to it"

Her other friend grabbed the phone and said

"That bitch just hatin', you better fuck that nigga

That bitch just hatin', you better fuck that nigga"

And then she say, "If you do, you better fuck him good

'Cause if another bitch could, she gon' f—"

We had dinner

We talked about the future

She said I could have chose any bitch

I would beg to differ, but beggars can't be choosers, yeah, mmm

And see, I had the shrimp, she had the pasta

She said she don't like rappers, we got something in common

I said, "Especially that nigga Wayne"

We both laughed and then the wine came

And then her mind changed

She loosened up her blouse, her smirks turn to smiles

It was a full moon when she turned around

She used my restroom, she say, "You know, girl stuff"

She left the water runnin' and hit her girl up

Like, "What you think?" (Haha)

"Should I do it?"

She say, "Shit, I don't know

You know these niggas, he probably used to it"

Her other friend grabbed the phone and said

"That bitch just hatin', you better fuck that nigga (Yeah)

That bitch just hatin', you better fuck that nigga" (Yeah, yeah)

And then she say, "If you do, you better fuck him good

'Cause if another bitch could, she gon' f—"

We had breakfast, yeah

We fucked all night long and shit

We fell asleep naked, so when we woke up

She wanted that morning dick (I gave it to her too, hmm, yeah)

I had the grits, she had the waffles

She say she drank too much last night and I shoulda stopped her

I say, "Believe that," and then my phone rang

She saw my girl name and then her world changed

She put her clothes on and said, "I'm going home, Wayne"

I said, "Lisa, chill," and that was the wrong name

She hit her girl up and said, "I hate rappers"

And then her girl laughed and said, "Bitch, what happened?"

She said, "What you think?

Fuck, why did I do it?

Bitch, I bet that nigga knew he was gon' fuck

From 'Hi, how you doin'?"

And then her friend on the phone say

"Girl, I was just trippin', I woulda fucked that nigga

Girl, I was just trippin', I woulda fucked that nigga" (Yeah)

And then she said, "Yes, I did, and I fucked him good

So I hope he tell his girl that I fucked him good"

Siri lyrics - lil wayne (feat. 2 Chainz)

 Mike WiLL Made-It!

Ear Drummers

I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust these bitches

Haters praying for my downfall, at least they're religious

People in Hell, they want rainfall, your bitch just want these digits

I feel like I'm on her payroll how she pay my ass a visit

We put both iPhones on silent, both iPhones on silent

I only answer for my niggas, careful with that dialogue

Man, my house ain't got no house phone

My flip phone is a chip phone

Got a prepaid and that bitch on, but still, I use my bitch phone

'Cause I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust my SIM card

I got Siri talkin' dirty to me, tryna make my dick hard

I got Tunechi on my ringtone, my children on my home screen

I choke you with the phone charger

Sold more crack than my phone screen, let's go

Fur floor mats, I'm bare feet, nigga

100K a week, that's a bad week, nigga

I can sell dogs to a cat freak, nigga

Sell monkey bars to a chimpanzee, nigga

But you never know what you never know

Nigga sell you coke and it wasn't coke

Hang 'em off the building and let 'em go

That's how you make a statement that they should quote

I seen death around the corner

And I lived right by the corner store

I'm a hot boy, I'll burn your hand

I'm a real life Untouchable

I run the show, I run the show

Sell anything but my soul

And I'm prayin' that the only cuffs

That touch my wrist come with button holes, for real

Smokin' on the good

Killin' these hoes like Blair Underwood

Rest in peace to my daddy Rabbit, I swear to his lucky foot

Ever since he died of jealousy, I've been looking for a cure

You see, my daddy had that work, now they watch his son get to it

And just like he ran them streets, I run with bulls

If niggas buyin' I throw out some numbers to 'em

Numbers soundin' yummy to 'em

You need more, just call my ho, I gave her phone number to 'em

'Cause you know

I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds

I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds

Pull up in that thing with Stunna, paint it period red

Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid

Let's go

I can't trust my iPhone (Nope), .44 on my thighbone (Huh)

You can have the eye of the tiger

I'm the one the tiger better have his eye on, okay

Fussin' with my redbone (Bitch), hang up when my high gone (Why)

Ball 'til I fall, and when I do, them hoes gon' pile on, uh

Assault rifle, now mouth off

Some niggas make it all the way to the top and ball too hard then bounce off

Like my homeboy, let his bitch cook the work and it came out wrong

Almost beat that ho to death, I had to call my plug and vouch for him

'Cause I ain't even got an ounce for 'em

I keep running out on 'em

Everybody gotta eat, just try not to leave the mouse crumbs

.223 right here, this to keep the whole house warm

Then I skate by one of my hoes house, girl, I gotta use your house phone

'Cause she know I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds

I can't trust that Samsung, I think Sam the feds

Cocaine, pour the twenty-eight gram buffet

Turn your block into a police ambulance parade, let's go

I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds (Woo)

I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pull up in that thing with Stunna (Yeah), interior red (Tell 'em)

Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid, let's go, yeah (2 Chainz, boom, boom, boom)

Hello? (Hello?)

Most of my niggas from the ghetto (Ghetto)

Through the concrete grew a rose (Grew a rose)

Petals smellin' like gun metal (Bah)

Smoke a joint the size of a limo (Yeah)

My girlfriend wearin' stilettos (Yeah)

My wife don't like when I call my girlfriend my girlfriend

She think she's special (Tru)

I whippin' and flippin' the extras (Woo, extra)

Fucked that bitch off a text message (Damn)

You know what it is when you fuck with the kid

I got medicine all in my beverage (Lean)

Look at your watch, it say my time (My time)

They callin' my phone like a hotline (Hotline)

I'm about to switch this shit up (Shit up)

Got a metro for my thot line (Woo)

Got to crip walk on the outside (Yeah)

Whip the same color apartheid (Yeah)

On the phone kickin', pimpin'

You know I surround that bitch out like a chalk line

Ooh, Siri backwards spell Iris

I ring, iPhone don't work on this island (True)

AK smilin' as I pose for a threat

All these bad hoes in here, we need a pole in this bitch

If they're quick to pick her up, I cut that bitch like a machete

I might overdose on shrimp scampi in Italy, I'm like

I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds

I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds

Pull up in that thing with Stunna, interior red

Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid, let's go, yeah

I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds

I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds

Lost lyrics - lil wayne

 Well, if you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me

When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me

If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me

When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me

I been lookin' for some love, but it ain't lookin' for me

That's why she bite her tongue when she tell me that pussy for me

And I been lookin' for somebody that been lookin' for me

Keepin' my two fingers crossed, but I'm still lookin' for peace

I been lookin' at the clouds, maybe they'll listen to me

Can't talk dirty to myself because the mirror's too clean

Tryin' never to look back because the light always green

It's safe to say I lost my way, but I never lost the lead

And if you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me

When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me

If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me

When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me

Every time it beat, it break apart

I really think it's all my daddy fault

I can't find the keys to my heart

Think I'ma need the automatic start

Out there lookin' for love after dark

Then I get tired and it's an afterthought

Where's the love? Five question marks

Eat your heart out, I had to starve

It's the saddest part

I'm questionin' myself, I ain't gotta answer yours

Baby, that's for sure

I take a look at myself and then I just pass the torch

Baby, back and forth

I ask can we get together just to break back apart

Baby, that's the cure

Me, myself, I, my iPhone, Fantastic Four

Never knew 'take it or leave it' could be so literal

Never knew takin' a breather could be so physical

Never knew takin' it easy could be so difficult

Never knew takin' these drugs could be so spiritual

Never knew the chemist like how I know the chemicals

Never knew takin' a life could be so minuscule

Never know takin' chances will be individual

Never know takin' advantage would be inhospitable, how pivotal

Never knew the shit I never knew would be minimal, how cynical

Never knew love and hate were similar, identical

I been lookin' for some love, but it ain't lookin' for me

That's why she bite her tongue when she tell me that pussy for me

And I been lookin' for somebody that been lookin' for me

Keepin' my two fingers crossed, but I'm still lookin' for peace

And if you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me

If you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me

If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me

When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' too deep

I can't find the keys to this life

Picked the locks, I might be a'ight

Close my eyes, I might see the light

Life is a bitch, she might be my type

Death is a bitch, she might be tonight

Haters kiss and dick-eaters bite

Tables turn every day 'n night

Three-sixty, three-sixty-five

I can't find no leaks to my pipe

Police can't find nor reason nor right

Been tryna let shit happen on the fly

But I can't find a seat on that flight

There's a private plane, that's simple and plain

Tickets at a more reasonable price

Sometimes, I don't know how it's gon' end

Even though I done seen the movie twice

Pop a wheelie, new motorbike

Some people like to live a slower life

Some niggas like to live cutthroat

I'ma be the nigga that hold the knife

You girl wan' hold me tight over night

Who am I to tell her wrong from right?

I'ma give her more dick than advice

You give her more strings to a kite

I just found a needle in a haystack, bitch, it's payback

I found myself talkin' to myself with nothin' to say back

And I just found the keys to a Maybach I had way back

Tryna find everything but my way back

Yeah, well, if you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me

When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me

If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me

When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me

I been lookin' at my posse with a look of belief

I been lookin' my closet and it look like Paris

They been lookin' for your body, they been lookin' for weeks

They find you dead with your eyes open, lookin' for grief

I been lookin' at the clouds, they say they look up to me

Safe to say I lost some sleep, but I never lost my dreams

If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me

When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' too deep

They lost

mixtape: "Dedication 6: Reloaded" (2018)

• For Nothing lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Go Brazy lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jay Jones)
• Weezy N Madonna lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Stephanie Acevedo)
• Big Bad Wolf lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Sick lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Family Feud lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake)
• Abracadabra lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jay Jones & Euro)
• Back From The 80's lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Gumbo lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda)
• Drowning lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Vice Versa & Marley G)
• Back To Sleep lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Thought It Was A Drought lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Groupie Gang lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Don't Shoot Em lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Marley G & Rich the Kid)
• 2 Hot For TV lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Lil Twist)
• Kreep lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Freaky Side lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Main Things lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Light Years lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Bloody Mary lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Juelz Santana)

For Nothing lyrics - Lil Wayne

[DJ Drama (Lil Wayne):]
Gangster, gangster
DatPiff dot com, world premiere
Okay
(Yeah)
I'm reloaded (gangster)
(Chill out, yeah)
So after D6, I text Weezy
(It's rough)
I say, now it's time for a vacation
Guess the iPhone autocorrected
And he thought I said "now it's time for a Dedication."
(We gon' bring it y'all)
So now y'all got a twenty pack
(What's your address?)
You're welcome
(And not your email address neither)
D6: Reloaded
(Hundo, leggo)
A Dedication!

[Lil Wayne:]
Looking in the mirror, all I see is money
Bop, bop, but if I was blind, all I hear is running
Plug went to jail Saturday, 'posed to meet him Sunday
He said his bitch flushed the work, time to do some plumbing
Gotta love the way we comin' though, we keep it coming
Wolves never cry wolf and you could feed us onions
Pledge allegiance to the region that's beneath and under
The southside from your blind side, Stevie Wonder
Hunger Games, ain't no games when we speaking hunger
We greedy fuckers, eat your supper, pick our teeth and mug ya
The pocket bussin' out the muscle, bitch, I'm bleeding blubber
And I been drunk and I can't trust you 'cause I'm seein' double
And I been ballin' like the Rucker, nigga triple-double
And now there's war, and they want peace
But it won't fix the puzzle
You drop the ball, if you a beast, you won't be quick to fumble
If I'm too deep, then get a bigger shovel, dig a tunnel
If you a beast, then that bitch can't get a nickel from you
I'm the only one that speak, when we in the huddle
Make a pussy nigga leak, then jump in the puddle
We comin' deep, to your street, 'bout to rent a shuttle
Every day of the week, if I hit the street, I gotta hear the hustle
Every day of the week, I gotta get loaded, loaded
Skip the buffering
I got it made, and with that said, I gotta tip the butler
I like my bitches mustard, business hushed, and Bentley's custom
Bitches suffering 'cause the system fucked 'em, now they fucking
They can't hide they battle scars but they can hide they stomachs
Niggas like Niagara Falls how they mouths are running
But we making caviar out of flounder's, guppies
Stand tall but I'm a munchkin to my pile of money
Got down and dug it, found a nugget, made a mountain of it
Don't need a crown, gown or nothing, I'm the king of subject
Chocolate, brown, cream, and fudgie, and I'm peanut buttery
Fuck the fuckery, I go skullduggery, it get ugly
Niggas thuggin, we got babies smuggling in they Huggies
Niggas juggling different kind of drugs, Feds struggling
Sippin actavis, activist like Fred Douglas
Goodnight, sleep tight, watch the bed buggies
She give me ass, she give me head, I call it headbutting
Walk in a room full of buttons, press the red button
Blow this bitch to shreds, get my skateboard, and shred something
Lead pumpin' you dead pumpkin, go 'head, dump 'em
Redrum 'em, goin' hard in the paint, Andre Drummond
Headhuntin', Good Will Huntin', still stuntin'
All or nothin', Warren G to Warren Buffet
Stormin', floodin', lightnin', thunder, Carter coming
Like karma coming, my bitch pussy's the warmest oven
Need morning lovin', she foreign, down on my former country
Thick as fuck, no panties when she got on the onesie, whoa
Time to get this paper though
You ape or ho, bitches in line to get this snake fa'sho
We take the dough if they don't pay the dough and that's fa'sho
We make 'em vegetables and we don't even like vegetables
These niggas extra broke, we break a nigga down to decimals
We up in Mexico to see the plug, and not electrical
High cholesterol, you niggas salty, I'm the pepper though
Your bitch ain't half a ho, she wanna be in my next episode
I'm a steppin stone and that.380 my chaperone
And blow like saxophone, and when the smoke clear I'ma stand alone
And from the terra-dome, yeah
That New Orleans, home of methadone
Cops on megaphones its so much bad luck, ain't no leprechauns
I been called a stone, pocket full of stones
On the corner moving stones
Papa was a Rolling Stone, I'm so stoned
In this bitch, waiting on Babylon
Bible on the dresser, next to the gun and Tylenol, silence off
Spike a bitch drink like volleyball
I love all skinny bitches, can't get in the ride at all, not at all
I'm involved in a real private war, time to brawl
Niggas don't want lil Tune to take these diamonds off
I'ma talk crazy to a deaf nigga
These niggas blind, I'ma still draw up my set, nigga
Steel tote in your chest, nigga
Hell no to a yes nigga
Fuckin' right to a bad bitch
She can fuck around and get her ass licked
Still can't get her ass kissed
Black fist, middle finger to taxes, the police and they actions
I'm still pickin' out mansions
Still dicking' down, such and such
Still fuckin' with so and so
Still fuckin' my bitches friends
Never fuck my woadie ho
Still talkin' about Hollygrove, still talkin' bout coke and dope
On the set, in that, OVO
On the jet, in that, OVO
I don't threaten I go for broke
Wanna step and go toe to toe?
No bullshit at this rodeo and all my clips Pinnochio
Tunechi, bitch, for nothing

Drops mic
Well, I can't technically 'cause it's connected, but, but, you get the expression
Mula, welcome, thank you for joining
Dedication 6, this some sick shit
Umm, first of all, I wanna thank Drama for doing this shit again, and always doing this shit for his dawg. My nigga, one time. Thank everybody involved, everybody involved. My team, my team is my fam. Everybody who put they fingerprints on this shit, 'preciate everybody

So the definition of Dedication has changed for me since the first one, since the second one, since the third one, whatever. It's because, umm, whenever I put it out, umm, it's life. And since I don't write none of my shit, I'm coming from the head. And what happens is, when you rap so long or when you do it so long, all the things in your head, you done used up. So what happens is you gotta start using something else and coming from somewhere else, and that somewhere else is ten times out of ten your heart. And, umm, that's what this Dedication 6 project is

But, uh, yeah, the definition is always different because I'm always going through something at that time of my life, you know what I mean. I prolly was fucking your bitch on Dedication 4, and the whole fucking shit was dedicated to her, you know what I mean. I dunno. Whichever one that wasn't, that didn't do as well as all of the rest of them, that was definitely the one that was dedicated to her