[Verse 1 - Future:]
That girl got you too too excited
That money had you too too excited
Them cars had you way out your character
That jewelry got you way out your character
Them girls got you way out your character
This fame got you way out of character
This flow got you way out of character
I showed you love now you way out of character
[Hook - Future:]
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
I should've known you would cross me
Because I'm on and I'm saucy
And I'm gone and you salty
Steam coming from your head like a coffee
My reality is better than your dreams nigga
My hoe pussy hole is wetter than your dreams nigga
My hoe legs spread wider than your wings nigga
Put your head in a microwave DING nigga
You out of character slime you out of character
And me I'm out of patience, sick and tired like Malaria
These hoes like mosquitoes these niggas trying to be hoes
What happened to that boy and I ain't Pusha T though
Supa where the cup at I'm working on my comeback
Girl I'm with got much class but she got a dumb ass
I keep a money bag, a drug bag, and a gun bag
These nigga ain't even shining making the sun mad
Rappers in my lunch bag
Me and Future have a food fight
Bedroom full of new dykes, old green, and new white
That's old money that's new coke
That's Young Money that's 24/365
That's Cash Money I'm like who hoe, who hoe, who hoe
[Hook - Future:]
I should've known you would cross me (Ya who hoe?)
I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em kudos)
I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em adios)
I should've known you would cross me (I'm on my patio)
I should've known you would cross me (Thinking about Hollygrove)
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em adios)
I should've known you would cross me
I was looking in your eyes you ain't built like that
You ain't built like plat (I should've know)
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
[Verse 3 - Yo Gotti:]
They say I ain't a rapper I'm a trapper
I be with the robbers and the killers and the kidnappers
I'll fuck your bitch in your crib watch the kids after
Still fuck a bitch fuck the ring motherfuck a pastor
I don't, I should've known she ain't really love
I should've know she just want to fuck me
I fucked up don't judge me
I got this money and I ain't turning down
This money'll turn your life up but bring your family down
Some of the closest niggas to me they don't come around
Cause some of the closest niggas to me I'll gun 'em down
I sould've known you'd cross me
I'm from the hood and fuck that talk nigga
Go hard until they off me
[Hook - Future:]
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I should've known you would cross me
I got some niggas that was there that ain't no longer there
I don't care
I don't cry about it
And I barely get sleep anyway
I should've known you would cross me
I'm Nice lyrics - Lil Wayne
Wait a minute
Wait a minute, where you going?
Ain't my business where you going
I just want some before you go and
Wait why you in your feelings when I wanna feel something?
Why you in your purse when I'm tryin' to tell you something?
Why you on your phone after 2 in the morning?
Who the fuck you talking to at 2 in the morning girl?
I swear I'm wit my side bitch baby
Cuz I ain't got time for your matrix yeah yeah yeah
And if the side bitch start acting crazy
I'ma run to the next side bitch and until the last bitch don't chase me baby
Yeah, feel like its over, you know its over with
You get my feelings in time and shit
I'm in my feelings cause it's over
And you know right is right, so come over tonight
Don't want fuss and fight let's get right
Right now a nigga feeling so nice
And I feel like I owe you something, let me show you something girl
And it's gon be nice
Right now a nigga feeling so nice
Feel like I owe you something, let me show you something girl
I'm nice, T I'm nice, E I'm nice, Hood I'm nice, Steve I'm nice
Hold up, I think these pills give me extra emotions
Hold up, I think they kicking and I'm going through the motions yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like celebrating, what you doing I'm bout to come over?
Your home girl there, I really feel like I can take both of em, oh my
Can I ask why, you give me that eye, every time we face time?
That's cause you know why, I'ma come back reply with don't you move a muscle I'm bout to come by
Every time, like we on rewind, back it up rewind
Like (Missy Elliot Reference)
We fuck on Versace you watch me cause I got the mirror on top me
And I be just going in like Rocky
That dick got you snoring, I record you send you a copy
You be so embarrassed, you say don't mock me
And I be like that's our secret that I keep
And I feel like pouring some lean in this sti-re
Said I feel like pouring some lean in this sti-re
Hold up
You know I'm the nicest, this dick need a license
But why did you leave me I swear it's a crisis
If you ever need me I come quick as lightning
Don't give him no pussy if he cum quick as lightning
Just saw your sis and I got so excited
She tell me you just celebrated sobriety
But you didn't invite me
That's that bullshit, I need a lighter
You should be nicer
I swear I'm wit my side bitch baby, hold up
Cuz I ain't got time for your matrix yeah yeah yeah, hold up
But that's ok cause I'm nice, they mad and I'm nice
No ceilings
Wait a minute, where you going?
Ain't my business where you going
I just want some before you go and
Wait why you in your feelings when I wanna feel something?
Why you in your purse when I'm tryin' to tell you something?
Why you on your phone after 2 in the morning?
Who the fuck you talking to at 2 in the morning girl?
I swear I'm wit my side bitch baby
Cuz I ain't got time for your matrix yeah yeah yeah
And if the side bitch start acting crazy
I'ma run to the next side bitch and until the last bitch don't chase me baby
Yeah, feel like its over, you know its over with
You get my feelings in time and shit
I'm in my feelings cause it's over
And you know right is right, so come over tonight
Don't want fuss and fight let's get right
Right now a nigga feeling so nice
And I feel like I owe you something, let me show you something girl
And it's gon be nice
Right now a nigga feeling so nice
Feel like I owe you something, let me show you something girl
I'm nice, T I'm nice, E I'm nice, Hood I'm nice, Steve I'm nice
Hold up, I think these pills give me extra emotions
Hold up, I think they kicking and I'm going through the motions yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like celebrating, what you doing I'm bout to come over?
Your home girl there, I really feel like I can take both of em, oh my
Can I ask why, you give me that eye, every time we face time?
That's cause you know why, I'ma come back reply with don't you move a muscle I'm bout to come by
Every time, like we on rewind, back it up rewind
Like (Missy Elliot Reference)
We fuck on Versace you watch me cause I got the mirror on top me
And I be just going in like Rocky
That dick got you snoring, I record you send you a copy
You be so embarrassed, you say don't mock me
And I be like that's our secret that I keep
And I feel like pouring some lean in this sti-re
Said I feel like pouring some lean in this sti-re
Hold up
You know I'm the nicest, this dick need a license
But why did you leave me I swear it's a crisis
If you ever need me I come quick as lightning
Don't give him no pussy if he cum quick as lightning
Just saw your sis and I got so excited
She tell me you just celebrated sobriety
But you didn't invite me
That's that bullshit, I need a lighter
You should be nicer
I swear I'm wit my side bitch baby, hold up
Cuz I ain't got time for your matrix yeah yeah yeah, hold up
But that's ok cause I'm nice, they mad and I'm nice
No ceilings
Duck lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda & Shanell)
What’s happening? Come on man
What’s up with these niggas man?
Yeahhh
Nigga Millz with that New York shit man
One time for my nigga T in this bitch
Yeah
Tired of these niggas
I can make her do tricks
Make the bitch do splits
Write your name on a bullet like a gift
I’m St. Nick
Overdosing off the dope
Comatos’n on the low
Keep my hands on some coke
Like guns n’ roses, rock n’ roll
The guns we tote is not for show
Welcome to the murder show
Welcome to the murder capital
That’s capital N.O
That’s New Orleans, it’s you or me
If that’s so you gotta go
You drop the gun, I drop the world
I drop some cash, you drop the soap
Rep that soo woo dada doe
I just got Bluetooth on my stove
You don’t want try me like Dej Loaf
Yeah I know I know I know
My Spanish hoe she love me so
She say, “amo amo amo”
These lil boys don’t want no war
Them toy soldiers, G.I. Joe
Mystical
Here I go, here I go
Vehicle, diablo
All black, white seats, piano
Yeah your folks Santiago
You don’t want no fiasco
We don’t do Donnie Brasco
And tell your crew I said let’s go
Tell your crew I said let’s go
[Hook - Shanell:]
Oh it’s way past midnight
Shadows in them streetlights
Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like
A bitch ain’t got a whole team right
Yeah ahh
He think that he gone take it from me
He said I should give it up cause he got money
Told him I don’t think that I can please ya
But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya
[Jae Millz:]
All of my niggas is real, all of my niggas is silent
All of my money is in rubber bands, I do not carry a wallet
All of my bitches stay ready, soon as I walk in she gone pop it
Everyday I be floating, floating on autopilot
If that nigga ain’t got my money though
Wrap him up like a mummy though
Regular wolves howl at the moon
My wolves come out when it’s sunny though
My niggas ain’t got no words with police
You tell the cops what they wanna know
This right here is my dummy flow
No Ibaka but I bring that thunder though
Your girl a jumpoff, [?] Geronimo
Slam in that pussy like dominos
That boy Millz he got beats and all kinds of flows
What y’all think Weezy signed me for?
Stayed down and I’m still down
True definition of lo-yal
My style timeless, my style vintage] as Crown Ro-yal
From birth to now, heart big like El Notorious and Pun
I want what I deserve, and some
Yeah I’m ballin’, And1
All my niggas outside with me
All my niggas down the ride with me
And every freak that that I ever meet
Gotta fuck my girl if she slide with me
That’s word
[Hook - Shanell:]
Oh it’s way past midnight
Shadows in them streetlights
Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like
A bitch ain’t got a whole team right
Yeah ahh
He think that he gone take it from me
He said I should give it up cause he got money
Told him I don’t think that I can please ya
But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya
[Gudda Gudda:]
We kick down the door, said it before
We did not come round to play games with you niggas
They say you nobody til somebody kills ya
Well I’m bout to make you a famous lil nigga
No game in this killer, murder he wrote
Can get life behind bars with these murderous quotes
The flow is like meth, it’s like crack, it’s like heroin
Yes I am spitting this dope
I am the future, I’m seeing right through you
I’m so New Orleans but I do not know voodoo
My piece will come face-to-face with you like Oovoo
Have niggas searching for you like it’s Google
I’m brutal
I’ve been slept on for a long time
Been patient for a minute I want mine
I hear a lot of niggas talking down
I’ma put my mothafuckin foot where the sun don’t shine
Can’t rhyme in a cypher like this
I’ve been rockin with the best
They don’t put me on the list
I’m an underground king
Underrated in the streets favorite
Every street corner gonna speak bout this
Rest in peace Pimp C
Still got the muddy cup full of Morgan Freeman, yep, lean on me
Like Wootang cash rules everything around me
You know I got the cream on me
Gun barrel smoking like hydro
Middle fingers up fuck five-o
Still repine B's like an H-town nigga
When I’m finished in this bitch call Geico
You looking at a god man, I put that on the Bible
Killin’ everything fuck rivals
Hundred round drum on the stick
When I let the bitch off man it sound like pyro
[Hook - Shanell:]
Oh it’s way past midnight
Shadows in them streetlights
Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like
A bitch ain’t got a whole team right
Yeah ahh
He think that he gone take it from me
He said I should give it up cause he got money
Told him I don’t think that I can please ya
But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya
What’s up with these niggas man?
Yeahhh
Nigga Millz with that New York shit man
One time for my nigga T in this bitch
Yeah
Tired of these niggas
I can make her do tricks
Make the bitch do splits
Write your name on a bullet like a gift
I’m St. Nick
Overdosing off the dope
Comatos’n on the low
Keep my hands on some coke
Like guns n’ roses, rock n’ roll
The guns we tote is not for show
Welcome to the murder show
Welcome to the murder capital
That’s capital N.O
That’s New Orleans, it’s you or me
If that’s so you gotta go
You drop the gun, I drop the world
I drop some cash, you drop the soap
Rep that soo woo dada doe
I just got Bluetooth on my stove
You don’t want try me like Dej Loaf
Yeah I know I know I know
My Spanish hoe she love me so
She say, “amo amo amo”
These lil boys don’t want no war
Them toy soldiers, G.I. Joe
Mystical
Here I go, here I go
Vehicle, diablo
All black, white seats, piano
Yeah your folks Santiago
You don’t want no fiasco
We don’t do Donnie Brasco
And tell your crew I said let’s go
Tell your crew I said let’s go
[Hook - Shanell:]
Oh it’s way past midnight
Shadows in them streetlights
Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like
A bitch ain’t got a whole team right
Yeah ahh
He think that he gone take it from me
He said I should give it up cause he got money
Told him I don’t think that I can please ya
But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya
[Jae Millz:]
All of my niggas is real, all of my niggas is silent
All of my money is in rubber bands, I do not carry a wallet
All of my bitches stay ready, soon as I walk in she gone pop it
Everyday I be floating, floating on autopilot
If that nigga ain’t got my money though
Wrap him up like a mummy though
Regular wolves howl at the moon
My wolves come out when it’s sunny though
My niggas ain’t got no words with police
You tell the cops what they wanna know
This right here is my dummy flow
No Ibaka but I bring that thunder though
Your girl a jumpoff, [?] Geronimo
Slam in that pussy like dominos
That boy Millz he got beats and all kinds of flows
What y’all think Weezy signed me for?
Stayed down and I’m still down
True definition of lo-yal
My style timeless, my style vintage] as Crown Ro-yal
From birth to now, heart big like El Notorious and Pun
I want what I deserve, and some
Yeah I’m ballin’, And1
All my niggas outside with me
All my niggas down the ride with me
And every freak that that I ever meet
Gotta fuck my girl if she slide with me
That’s word
[Hook - Shanell:]
Oh it’s way past midnight
Shadows in them streetlights
Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like
A bitch ain’t got a whole team right
Yeah ahh
He think that he gone take it from me
He said I should give it up cause he got money
Told him I don’t think that I can please ya
But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya
[Gudda Gudda:]
We kick down the door, said it before
We did not come round to play games with you niggas
They say you nobody til somebody kills ya
Well I’m bout to make you a famous lil nigga
No game in this killer, murder he wrote
Can get life behind bars with these murderous quotes
The flow is like meth, it’s like crack, it’s like heroin
Yes I am spitting this dope
I am the future, I’m seeing right through you
I’m so New Orleans but I do not know voodoo
My piece will come face-to-face with you like Oovoo
Have niggas searching for you like it’s Google
I’m brutal
I’ve been slept on for a long time
Been patient for a minute I want mine
I hear a lot of niggas talking down
I’ma put my mothafuckin foot where the sun don’t shine
Can’t rhyme in a cypher like this
I’ve been rockin with the best
They don’t put me on the list
I’m an underground king
Underrated in the streets favorite
Every street corner gonna speak bout this
Rest in peace Pimp C
Still got the muddy cup full of Morgan Freeman, yep, lean on me
Like Wootang cash rules everything around me
You know I got the cream on me
Gun barrel smoking like hydro
Middle fingers up fuck five-o
Still repine B's like an H-town nigga
When I’m finished in this bitch call Geico
You looking at a god man, I put that on the Bible
Killin’ everything fuck rivals
Hundred round drum on the stick
When I let the bitch off man it sound like pyro
[Hook - Shanell:]
Oh it’s way past midnight
Shadows in them streetlights
Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like
A bitch ain’t got a whole team right
Yeah ahh
He think that he gone take it from me
He said I should give it up cause he got money
Told him I don’t think that I can please ya
But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya
Poppin lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Curren$y)
Face up
No Ceilings, No Ceilings
No
[Hook:]
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas, nigga
I'm sippin' on the maple, Aunt Jemima, nigga
And trust me, nigga, you don't want no drama, nigga
Cause I swear we all nuts, John Bobbitt, nigga
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly, nigga
Now you see us, we just skatin', you just fallin', nigga
She tryna put this money in a stocking
She kinda thick as fuck and got some knockers
My niggas really blood and you just spottin'
We all over the bread like a sloppy joe
And when I'm in the pussy I'm a boss, knock her off
My enemy don't cross the line I draw, respect my art
Man I swear to God these pussies soft like a mark
Weezy, baby, diaper off, different cloth
Different thoughts, sippin' syrup like it's broth, life is short
Tart, fuck his bitch, whip his kids, drive his cars, fuck
I'm grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas
Just popped a combo, I ain't talkin' 'bout McDonald's
[Hook:]
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas
I'm standin' in a Maybach cause it's topless
I'm standin' at a table full of options
Different bitches, different flavors, different toppings
And we ain't got no traitors in our posse
And really I'm just wavy and I'm saucy
And really I'm amazing and I'm awesome
My whole squad lit, nigga, arson
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't all in, nigga
If you ain't been to Vegas, you ain't party, nigga
Shout out to Lil Capito and Marley, nigga
I've been fuckin' with them since Atari, nigga
And me, I'm a lil 504, New Orleans, nigga
I be in 305, though like a Marlin, nigga
And Hoodie, he from Texas, bitches boppin', man
And since I met him, I ain't ran out of drank
[Curren$y:]
When we leave H-Town it's in a fish tank
Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything
Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings
Get it with the real niggas and expose lames
Cold game got me in the Mo sane
Killin' these streets, audio drug slang
If you don't collect Ferraris you ain't poppin', nigga
You could learn Italian in my driveway, bitches
If it ain't OG I ain't coppin'
Don't smoke, we just throw it in the garbage
Them niggas ain't tough, we just talkin'
Outchea after dark, them niggas targets
Horror movie writer, I be with the monsters
Trill surround us, you might not make it out of
Phone calls in the morning say they found him
Whole hood wanna see what y'all gon' do about it
Rolled up on the front porch
At my grandma's house watchin' Blood Sport through the screen door
What you know about gunshots? Ever seen war?
I've really seen more than I talk 'bout, nigga
Stuntin' on streets you're scared to drive down
Our town, children be firin' live rounds
Hug the ground cause this shit gettin' serious
Fuck around, get killed unintentional
When I'm outchea eatin', nigga, Whole Foods
Rollin' up straight gas, fresh produce
I'm the guy that you go to, criminal smooth
Digital moves, triple the loot
Hopped on the phone, called the lot, "Gimme the coupe"
I thought it through, called back, told him, "Give me two"
That's what I do
If you ain't got no Daytons you ain't poppin' nigga
One time for my lowriders hoppin', nigga
No Ceilings, No Ceilings
No
[Hook:]
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas, nigga
I'm sippin' on the maple, Aunt Jemima, nigga
And trust me, nigga, you don't want no drama, nigga
Cause I swear we all nuts, John Bobbitt, nigga
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly, nigga
Now you see us, we just skatin', you just fallin', nigga
She tryna put this money in a stocking
She kinda thick as fuck and got some knockers
My niggas really blood and you just spottin'
We all over the bread like a sloppy joe
And when I'm in the pussy I'm a boss, knock her off
My enemy don't cross the line I draw, respect my art
Man I swear to God these pussies soft like a mark
Weezy, baby, diaper off, different cloth
Different thoughts, sippin' syrup like it's broth, life is short
Tart, fuck his bitch, whip his kids, drive his cars, fuck
I'm grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas
Just popped a combo, I ain't talkin' 'bout McDonald's
[Hook:]
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas
I'm standin' in a Maybach cause it's topless
I'm standin' at a table full of options
Different bitches, different flavors, different toppings
And we ain't got no traitors in our posse
And really I'm just wavy and I'm saucy
And really I'm amazing and I'm awesome
My whole squad lit, nigga, arson
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't all in, nigga
If you ain't been to Vegas, you ain't party, nigga
Shout out to Lil Capito and Marley, nigga
I've been fuckin' with them since Atari, nigga
And me, I'm a lil 504, New Orleans, nigga
I be in 305, though like a Marlin, nigga
And Hoodie, he from Texas, bitches boppin', man
And since I met him, I ain't ran out of drank
[Curren$y:]
When we leave H-Town it's in a fish tank
Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything
Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings
Get it with the real niggas and expose lames
Cold game got me in the Mo sane
Killin' these streets, audio drug slang
If you don't collect Ferraris you ain't poppin', nigga
You could learn Italian in my driveway, bitches
If it ain't OG I ain't coppin'
Don't smoke, we just throw it in the garbage
Them niggas ain't tough, we just talkin'
Outchea after dark, them niggas targets
Horror movie writer, I be with the monsters
Trill surround us, you might not make it out of
Phone calls in the morning say they found him
Whole hood wanna see what y'all gon' do about it
Rolled up on the front porch
At my grandma's house watchin' Blood Sport through the screen door
What you know about gunshots? Ever seen war?
I've really seen more than I talk 'bout, nigga
Stuntin' on streets you're scared to drive down
Our town, children be firin' live rounds
Hug the ground cause this shit gettin' serious
Fuck around, get killed unintentional
When I'm outchea eatin', nigga, Whole Foods
Rollin' up straight gas, fresh produce
I'm the guy that you go to, criminal smooth
Digital moves, triple the loot
Hopped on the phone, called the lot, "Gimme the coupe"
I thought it through, called back, told him, "Give me two"
That's what I do
If you ain't got no Daytons you ain't poppin' nigga
One time for my lowriders hoppin', nigga
Jumpman lyrics - Lil Wayne
T! Where Hoody at?
No Ceilings, uh
One xan, one xan, one xan, lord I'm tryna cut back
Hol' up, hol' up, where my cup at, my bitch bout that comeback
Real one from the jump, man, I'm killing the jumpman
I ain't got no ceilings no need to look up man
AK, AK, AK, street-sweeper, no dustpan
Been a stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam
Stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam
On my Carter 5 shit this one for the thump-man
Yeah, this one for the duff-bag
Yeah, this for where I'm from man, yeah
My goons break into your house like BruhMan
Click-clack!
Gun Blam, Gun Blam, Gun Blam, Gun Blam, Gun Blam, Gun Blam
Shh-, silence on the gun, I go silence of the lambs
Oo I'm up man, up man, them Viagras got me up man
I go silencer
And we pull up man up and dump and dump and dump then sca-ram, screech
The harder I fall, the farther I reach
The water might fall, but life is a beach
When my number’s called, I get out my seat
When my niggas ball, I give em my speech
You might hit a wall, and end up like me
You might have to crawl, but get up like me
And you bite before bark, never I before we
And you pray before eating
You lay with your heat
And you stay with your heat
And you lay on your mink
Bitches lay at your feet
And you play with your kids
You don’t play with these niggas
Don’t play in these streets
I don’t play on these beats
I don’t play about my money
You heard what I say; no replay, no repeat
Don’t be playing with me
Don’t be playing with we
I don’t play with no WII
I’m ok, I’m OG, I’m a OG on these beats, I OD on these beats
I’m M O B B B B on these streets
Say what you say, you don’t be on these streets
'cuz if we see you it’s on S-I-G-H-T
Believe that!
Tunechi!
One xan, one xan, one xan, all I need is one xan
Knock me out like punch back got me slump like humpback
Muddy muddy muddy I just drunk a mud bath
Muddy muddy muddy I need me some mud flaps
Real one from the jumpman, real one from the jumpman
On my Carter 5 shit, this one for the thumb man
Money long I got that money tall like Kazam
I just popped a combo, ain’t talking McDonald’s (medicine)
I just popped a bottle, ain’t talking no liquor (medicine)
I’m talking Actavis, I’m talking to the sippers, (pour up)
I’m talking to a stripper, she gonna let me pimp her
You talking to the police so that’s who you tippin
Ohhh, that’s a no no that’s a no no, whoa
Had coke since polo and girbauds
Had coke since Arsenio
White girl; Marilyn Monroe, Demi Moore
I’m in LA with my skinny hoes
But their faces look like centerfolds
I’ve been taking all these chemicals
Now they faces aren’t identical, damn
Watch these niggas turnin into hoes, bop bop
Watch me turn a nigga into smoke, bop bop
Watch me turn a million into four
Voilà, watch me turn Miami to a N.O
Uh huh, watch me turn the sand to some snow
Uh huh, and I’m phantom with chinchilla floors
Drop top, hit Atlanta like a Gorilla Zoe
Holla at my baby mamas, I love them the most
Shout out Lauren on the wedding she playin' her role
Literally on the set she playin a role
Niggas really rep the set we stay in our mode
Spiritually I’m just blessed I pray for my hoes
Tunechi hopping off the jet, G open my door
Spitting synthol effects my flow in control
Pimping synthol effects my hoe in control
I just popped a combo, I ain’t talking McDonald’s
Niggas hear that click clack, ohhwohh
I know I'ma get my shit back, ohhwohh
We aiming this thing at your body we aiming this thing at your nose
Hollow tip bullets blue tip bullets you’re gonna get shot with them both
No Ceilings, uh
One xan, one xan, one xan, lord I'm tryna cut back
Hol' up, hol' up, where my cup at, my bitch bout that comeback
Real one from the jump, man, I'm killing the jumpman
I ain't got no ceilings no need to look up man
AK, AK, AK, street-sweeper, no dustpan
Been a stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam
Stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam
On my Carter 5 shit this one for the thump-man
Yeah, this one for the duff-bag
Yeah, this for where I'm from man, yeah
My goons break into your house like BruhMan
Click-clack!
Gun Blam, Gun Blam, Gun Blam, Gun Blam, Gun Blam, Gun Blam
Shh-, silence on the gun, I go silence of the lambs
Oo I'm up man, up man, them Viagras got me up man
I go silencer
And we pull up man up and dump and dump and dump then sca-ram, screech
The harder I fall, the farther I reach
The water might fall, but life is a beach
When my number’s called, I get out my seat
When my niggas ball, I give em my speech
You might hit a wall, and end up like me
You might have to crawl, but get up like me
And you bite before bark, never I before we
And you pray before eating
You lay with your heat
And you stay with your heat
And you lay on your mink
Bitches lay at your feet
And you play with your kids
You don’t play with these niggas
Don’t play in these streets
I don’t play on these beats
I don’t play about my money
You heard what I say; no replay, no repeat
Don’t be playing with me
Don’t be playing with we
I don’t play with no WII
I’m ok, I’m OG, I’m a OG on these beats, I OD on these beats
I’m M O B B B B on these streets
Say what you say, you don’t be on these streets
'cuz if we see you it’s on S-I-G-H-T
Believe that!
Tunechi!
One xan, one xan, one xan, all I need is one xan
Knock me out like punch back got me slump like humpback
Muddy muddy muddy I just drunk a mud bath
Muddy muddy muddy I need me some mud flaps
Real one from the jumpman, real one from the jumpman
On my Carter 5 shit, this one for the thumb man
Money long I got that money tall like Kazam
I just popped a combo, ain’t talking McDonald’s (medicine)
I just popped a bottle, ain’t talking no liquor (medicine)
I’m talking Actavis, I’m talking to the sippers, (pour up)
I’m talking to a stripper, she gonna let me pimp her
You talking to the police so that’s who you tippin
Ohhh, that’s a no no that’s a no no, whoa
Had coke since polo and girbauds
Had coke since Arsenio
White girl; Marilyn Monroe, Demi Moore
I’m in LA with my skinny hoes
But their faces look like centerfolds
I’ve been taking all these chemicals
Now they faces aren’t identical, damn
Watch these niggas turnin into hoes, bop bop
Watch me turn a nigga into smoke, bop bop
Watch me turn a million into four
Voilà, watch me turn Miami to a N.O
Uh huh, watch me turn the sand to some snow
Uh huh, and I’m phantom with chinchilla floors
Drop top, hit Atlanta like a Gorilla Zoe
Holla at my baby mamas, I love them the most
Shout out Lauren on the wedding she playin' her role
Literally on the set she playin a role
Niggas really rep the set we stay in our mode
Spiritually I’m just blessed I pray for my hoes
Tunechi hopping off the jet, G open my door
Spitting synthol effects my flow in control
Pimping synthol effects my hoe in control
I just popped a combo, I ain’t talking McDonald’s
Niggas hear that click clack, ohhwohh
I know I'ma get my shit back, ohhwohh
We aiming this thing at your body we aiming this thing at your nose
Hollow tip bullets blue tip bullets you’re gonna get shot with them both
Destroyed lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Euro)
[Euro & Lil Wayne:]
I think I'm seeing things
When I don't see a thing
I woke up and realized all the nightmares that dreaming brings
Let my people go
I know y'all hear 'em screaming things
Now load up choppers, point it at the coppers
Let let freedom ring
I like the sweeter things
So what bitch, no needle strings
I wake up stretch my feet and wings
My life has no deleted scenes
I pop pop pop and leave the scene
Leave the scene Noczema clean
Sipping on that lean cuisine
Incredible Hulk on creatine
My nigga
Fuck the world and may I mention fuck the world again
But I wanna go around the world Tune
You down to go around the world again?
I am and you can trust in a nigga like fam
I'm hitting these licks on these niggas like stamps
Giving these hoes headaches like rams
Yes ma'am and I
Just might call your girl a friend
But fuck her like she my girlfriend
Talk to her like she my girl like
Oops you look like my girl's twin
I said, "I'm bad," I meant, "My bad."
I'm lost in future, present, past
All those drinks I had
I'll speed em fast I'll blink I crashed
They say it's my time
I'm racing time I think I'm last
And if Tune mentions lean again
Then I might drink his stash
The underdogs understand what I lay over tracks
New school but all I listen to is older raps, bitch I still
I still been drinking on the low
I never think because I know
And pimping haven't died and money getting old
And now the wrinkles starting to show
My rims twinkle like a toe
I'm tippy toeing with ya hoe
One thing led to another and then the pencil broke
I got that handgun on the table, shotgun in the closet
Police in disguises I don't like surprises
I don't like tomatoes, I don't like tamales
Shout-out to my plug, I pray the rats don't chew the wires
Straight balling you niggas just bald spots
When they tried to read my palms the pages were torn out
And pussy niggas get hawled off
No cough drops
I'm tryna make the same cash off rap they made off pop
I'm off topic
I killed more than I did with a gun with a skill
I'm no role model
I'm rolling with models rolling off pills
I'm rolling over
Whoevers not rolling with us, then road kill
Tryna get Uncle Phil cake
In case I die trying I wrote wills
I'm chilling for the moment
Til I can't figure out the code to get the motherfucking safe open
Who the fuck left the cage open
Stage of rage
I'm liable to blow your fucking face open
Every bone you can break broken
If I go broke every home I can break in broken
Pussy look like a steak smoking
Niggas looking like the lake frozen
And I hate rodents
And I stay choking off the straight potent
Til it make no sense
Niggas talking shit
Nigga I can get you wacked nigga
You can picture that til you break your lense
Niggas take no ends
Nigga fuck your hoe
While you cutting your grass
Nigga cut your throat
Taking out your trash
Pull up on you slow
Going at you fast you ain't got nowhere to go
Nigga hung em by a rope
Dump em by the boats
Fuck em adios
Fuck em I don't care
Got a bad bitch naked
And she just asked,
"What you gonna do to me that I ain't done to myself?"
I said, "Oh talk dirty, but don't talk long
You leave Wayne's world it's a long walk home."
My pockets on that growth hormone
I call them shots, can I get a dial tone, yeah
Mula, can I get a million
Till the heads on tails
Til I get a full coin
Full fledge, full house, when your friend gone join?
Got a friend in the cut with a gun by the groin
And what are friends for
I'm still the boss don't get sent for
Roger that 10-4
Nigga send me point em out where he at I got em
We don't wanna see you back in court
The weed so loud bitches get ignored
Cause I don't got time to go back and forth
I told that bitch don't question me bitch
If you do you asking for it
I'm spaced out like asteroids
Feeling like arod after 'roids
I'm from Prop city
I'm from New Orleans the part that's destroyed
I think I'm seeing things
When I don't see a thing
I woke up and realized all the nightmares that dreaming brings
Let my people go
I know y'all hear 'em screaming things
Now load up choppers, point it at the coppers
Let let freedom ring
I like the sweeter things
So what bitch, no needle strings
I wake up stretch my feet and wings
My life has no deleted scenes
I pop pop pop and leave the scene
Leave the scene Noczema clean
Sipping on that lean cuisine
Incredible Hulk on creatine
My nigga
Fuck the world and may I mention fuck the world again
But I wanna go around the world Tune
You down to go around the world again?
I am and you can trust in a nigga like fam
I'm hitting these licks on these niggas like stamps
Giving these hoes headaches like rams
Yes ma'am and I
Just might call your girl a friend
But fuck her like she my girlfriend
Talk to her like she my girl like
Oops you look like my girl's twin
I said, "I'm bad," I meant, "My bad."
I'm lost in future, present, past
All those drinks I had
I'll speed em fast I'll blink I crashed
They say it's my time
I'm racing time I think I'm last
And if Tune mentions lean again
Then I might drink his stash
The underdogs understand what I lay over tracks
New school but all I listen to is older raps, bitch I still
I still been drinking on the low
I never think because I know
And pimping haven't died and money getting old
And now the wrinkles starting to show
My rims twinkle like a toe
I'm tippy toeing with ya hoe
One thing led to another and then the pencil broke
I got that handgun on the table, shotgun in the closet
Police in disguises I don't like surprises
I don't like tomatoes, I don't like tamales
Shout-out to my plug, I pray the rats don't chew the wires
Straight balling you niggas just bald spots
When they tried to read my palms the pages were torn out
And pussy niggas get hawled off
No cough drops
I'm tryna make the same cash off rap they made off pop
I'm off topic
I killed more than I did with a gun with a skill
I'm no role model
I'm rolling with models rolling off pills
I'm rolling over
Whoevers not rolling with us, then road kill
Tryna get Uncle Phil cake
In case I die trying I wrote wills
I'm chilling for the moment
Til I can't figure out the code to get the motherfucking safe open
Who the fuck left the cage open
Stage of rage
I'm liable to blow your fucking face open
Every bone you can break broken
If I go broke every home I can break in broken
Pussy look like a steak smoking
Niggas looking like the lake frozen
And I hate rodents
And I stay choking off the straight potent
Til it make no sense
Niggas talking shit
Nigga I can get you wacked nigga
You can picture that til you break your lense
Niggas take no ends
Nigga fuck your hoe
While you cutting your grass
Nigga cut your throat
Taking out your trash
Pull up on you slow
Going at you fast you ain't got nowhere to go
Nigga hung em by a rope
Dump em by the boats
Fuck em adios
Fuck em I don't care
Got a bad bitch naked
And she just asked,
"What you gonna do to me that I ain't done to myself?"
I said, "Oh talk dirty, but don't talk long
You leave Wayne's world it's a long walk home."
My pockets on that growth hormone
I call them shots, can I get a dial tone, yeah
Mula, can I get a million
Till the heads on tails
Til I get a full coin
Full fledge, full house, when your friend gone join?
Got a friend in the cut with a gun by the groin
And what are friends for
I'm still the boss don't get sent for
Roger that 10-4
Nigga send me point em out where he at I got em
We don't wanna see you back in court
The weed so loud bitches get ignored
Cause I don't got time to go back and forth
I told that bitch don't question me bitch
If you do you asking for it
I'm spaced out like asteroids
Feeling like arod after 'roids
I'm from Prop city
I'm from New Orleans the part that's destroyed
Finessin lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Baby E)
[Baby E.:]
Trappin' getting old so I been movin' weight
Pigeons in the trunk I'm on the interstate
Made myself a plug get it 100 ways
And I still got the act you know I love the taste
Spending dirty money at the Gucci store
Fuckin' with the models eating sushi rolls
She think I'm a rapper, get that groupie love
Baby-mama mad she seen me movin' up
On to bigger better things with those television screens
I don't never get to see cause I'm so heavy in the streets
I just blew a hundred thou so I'm goin' outta town
And I'ma try to make it back all right back
[Hook - Baby E.:]
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Ballin' in this bitch, I put my partners up
Tie you up and make you call your baby mama's phone
Tell that bitch to bring that bag, oh lord we need that bag
Xannies in a plastic bag, call that a sleeping bag
On MLK in a Bugatti, I feel free at last
Percocets, molly and syrup, I got PMS
Chillin' with your bitch watchin' First 48
And I still got that Act, you know I love the taste
And I let her hit the J, and I let her call me bae
And I let her call you back, just to get that out the way
Then she hang up in your face, then I get it on her face
And I teach her how to skate cause I skate, I'm straight...
[Hook - Baby E.:]
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Remix, baby
[Baby E. + Lil Wayne:]
Im up right now, yeah
Mula
Im up right now, yeah
Tunechi, Baby E. on the track, yeah
Im up right now, yeah
And me I'm on
Im up right now, yeah
Me I'm on, I'm just on my finesse shit
Im up right now, yeah
I'm just on my finesse shit, finesse shit
Im up right now, yeah
Hit the streets in my best shit, my fresh shit
Im up right now, yeah
Kill this beat, I molest it, impressed it
Im up right now, yeah
Oh my God I'm finessin'
[Hook - Baby E. & Lil Wayne:]
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Ballin' in this bitch, I put my partners on
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Money in this bitch, I'm talkin' styrofoam
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Poppin' all these pills, I put my doctor on
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
All my girl got is heels and a towel on
Trappin' getting old so I been movin' weight
Pigeons in the trunk I'm on the interstate
Made myself a plug get it 100 ways
And I still got the act you know I love the taste
Spending dirty money at the Gucci store
Fuckin' with the models eating sushi rolls
She think I'm a rapper, get that groupie love
Baby-mama mad she seen me movin' up
On to bigger better things with those television screens
I don't never get to see cause I'm so heavy in the streets
I just blew a hundred thou so I'm goin' outta town
And I'ma try to make it back all right back
[Hook - Baby E.:]
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Ballin' in this bitch, I put my partners up
Tie you up and make you call your baby mama's phone
Tell that bitch to bring that bag, oh lord we need that bag
Xannies in a plastic bag, call that a sleeping bag
On MLK in a Bugatti, I feel free at last
Percocets, molly and syrup, I got PMS
Chillin' with your bitch watchin' First 48
And I still got that Act, you know I love the taste
And I let her hit the J, and I let her call me bae
And I let her call you back, just to get that out the way
Then she hang up in your face, then I get it on her face
And I teach her how to skate cause I skate, I'm straight...
[Hook - Baby E.:]
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Remix, baby
[Baby E. + Lil Wayne:]
Im up right now, yeah
Mula
Im up right now, yeah
Tunechi, Baby E. on the track, yeah
Im up right now, yeah
And me I'm on
Im up right now, yeah
Me I'm on, I'm just on my finesse shit
Im up right now, yeah
I'm just on my finesse shit, finesse shit
Im up right now, yeah
Hit the streets in my best shit, my fresh shit
Im up right now, yeah
Kill this beat, I molest it, impressed it
Im up right now, yeah
Oh my God I'm finessin'
[Hook - Baby E. & Lil Wayne:]
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Ballin' in this bitch, I put my partners on
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Money in this bitch, I'm talkin' styrofoam
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Poppin' all these pills, I put my doctor on
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
All my girl got is heels and a towel on
Millyrokk lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Lucci Lou & Turk)
No ceilings
No ceilings
No ceilings
My ceiling drop, my ceiling drop
Ay, my milly rock, my milly pop
Them niggas ain't hot, they petty wap
Sipping Barney, smoking baby bop
She's performing on the table top
Steph Curry, boy I'll take the shot
Bop bop then I'll pull off and wave goodbye
I'm ready for the war, I'm not afraid to die
My niggas wild like Omega Psi
My bitches screaming, "Ooh la la"
I tell my demons, "Kumbaya"
Them sticks go boo ya ka
Make a nigga say, "Ooh, na na na na na"
I got money on my mental, got them niggas in my rear view
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, rottweilin' on these shih tzu's
Drop dollars on your temple, pop collars like a pistol
Drive back and forth with codeine, put some mileage on the rental
Money talks like Jimmy Kimmel, Jimmy Fallon and Jay Leno
I'm straight NO, the UNO, fast life, so uptempo
Ooh wee, presidential in the Backwood, eating Mentos
Smoke that loud like crescendos, rep the mob like Di Nero
Fucking like a nympho, save her info like a hero
Write you name on the bullet, she wrote my name on her dildo
Smoking on that kill though, got me happier than Gilmo
I'm in chill mode, I'm in pill mode, I just fucked your fucking ear hole
No ceilings, whoa, no ceilings
Yeah, two
Yeah, two
Holler at them bitches, Lucci Lou
[Lucci Lou:]
Give a fuck about you haters, more concerned with stacking papers
Smoking bog and sipping Lakers, watch your girl ‘cause I can take her
Drop the top, no ceilings as I'm plottin' on millions
Where my niggas in this bitch? They like, "Fuck it Lucci, get her"
I'm from that East side of New Orleans, polo T's and Jordans
Where niggas dream to push foreigns, and all the hoes want ballers
I got the cheapest price on pearly white, if you need a nigga just call us
Long as you talking them dollars, I got a nigga, just holler
Still no job, bitch I ain't hurt
Put a ho on the strobe and told her, "Get to work"
She dropped a Xanny in this drink, the rolly in her purse
Then brought it back to Daddy, man I swear this pimpin' work
I pop the clutch and hit the gas, I love the way it skrrt
She popped a bean, popping ass, can't keep it in her skirt
I beat it up, she eat it up, no feelings
It's Lucci Lou and Tunechi, nigga, no ceilings
[Turk:]
No ceilings bitch, like an astronaut
Turk and Wayne back at it, nigga, we ain't gon' stop
Thuggin' nigga, it's thug life, 2Pac
My youngin with me, they stay strapped with two Glocks
I'm Molly turnt, but so [?], throwing threes up like slime
Pussy nigga keep hating on me, keep hating, I ain't got time
Too busy chasing this paper, got money on my mind
Fuck you and your favors, know you see my grind
I kicked the habit, never thought I could, that shit had me since fourteen
I was shooting up nigga on tour, fucking up my dreams
Fucking off my green, fucking off with these hoes
Could've died over a million times, I swear only God knows
I'm back nigga, like a hungry dog at the doorstep, let's eat
Tell you pussy niggas that slept on me, "Hope you bitches die in your sleep"
Free my brother BG, I'ma scream the shit till he hit the streets
Till my brother Ralo RIP I got the nigga that's on YNT
No ceilings, yeah, nigga, nigga
No ceilings, yeah, fuck with me it be a killin'
Yeah, Young Turk, nigga
I'm Mister YNT, nigga
No ceilings
No ceilings
My ceiling drop, my ceiling drop
Ay, my milly rock, my milly pop
Them niggas ain't hot, they petty wap
Sipping Barney, smoking baby bop
She's performing on the table top
Steph Curry, boy I'll take the shot
Bop bop then I'll pull off and wave goodbye
I'm ready for the war, I'm not afraid to die
My niggas wild like Omega Psi
My bitches screaming, "Ooh la la"
I tell my demons, "Kumbaya"
Them sticks go boo ya ka
Make a nigga say, "Ooh, na na na na na"
I got money on my mental, got them niggas in my rear view
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, rottweilin' on these shih tzu's
Drop dollars on your temple, pop collars like a pistol
Drive back and forth with codeine, put some mileage on the rental
Money talks like Jimmy Kimmel, Jimmy Fallon and Jay Leno
I'm straight NO, the UNO, fast life, so uptempo
Ooh wee, presidential in the Backwood, eating Mentos
Smoke that loud like crescendos, rep the mob like Di Nero
Fucking like a nympho, save her info like a hero
Write you name on the bullet, she wrote my name on her dildo
Smoking on that kill though, got me happier than Gilmo
I'm in chill mode, I'm in pill mode, I just fucked your fucking ear hole
No ceilings, whoa, no ceilings
Yeah, two
Yeah, two
Holler at them bitches, Lucci Lou
[Lucci Lou:]
Give a fuck about you haters, more concerned with stacking papers
Smoking bog and sipping Lakers, watch your girl ‘cause I can take her
Drop the top, no ceilings as I'm plottin' on millions
Where my niggas in this bitch? They like, "Fuck it Lucci, get her"
I'm from that East side of New Orleans, polo T's and Jordans
Where niggas dream to push foreigns, and all the hoes want ballers
I got the cheapest price on pearly white, if you need a nigga just call us
Long as you talking them dollars, I got a nigga, just holler
Still no job, bitch I ain't hurt
Put a ho on the strobe and told her, "Get to work"
She dropped a Xanny in this drink, the rolly in her purse
Then brought it back to Daddy, man I swear this pimpin' work
I pop the clutch and hit the gas, I love the way it skrrt
She popped a bean, popping ass, can't keep it in her skirt
I beat it up, she eat it up, no feelings
It's Lucci Lou and Tunechi, nigga, no ceilings
[Turk:]
No ceilings bitch, like an astronaut
Turk and Wayne back at it, nigga, we ain't gon' stop
Thuggin' nigga, it's thug life, 2Pac
My youngin with me, they stay strapped with two Glocks
I'm Molly turnt, but so [?], throwing threes up like slime
Pussy nigga keep hating on me, keep hating, I ain't got time
Too busy chasing this paper, got money on my mind
Fuck you and your favors, know you see my grind
I kicked the habit, never thought I could, that shit had me since fourteen
I was shooting up nigga on tour, fucking up my dreams
Fucking off my green, fucking off with these hoes
Could've died over a million times, I swear only God knows
I'm back nigga, like a hungry dog at the doorstep, let's eat
Tell you pussy niggas that slept on me, "Hope you bitches die in your sleep"
Free my brother BG, I'ma scream the shit till he hit the streets
Till my brother Ralo RIP I got the nigga that's on YNT
No ceilings, yeah, nigga, nigga
No ceilings, yeah, fuck with me it be a killin'
Yeah, Young Turk, nigga
I'm Mister YNT, nigga
Big Wings lyrics - Lil Wayne
Fuck with me wrong and get hit up
We hit every block and we hit all your men up
She do every squat and she do every sit up
She dance everyday and she pick every bit up
I work everyday and I sip when I get up
You heard what I say yeah I sip when I get up
And work everyday I'm a hell of a nigga
Smokin' that loud it just yell at a nigga
Confidence high I'm an arrogant nigga
These bitches do not want a regular nigga
My slime got them bricks doing estimates nigga
That's numbers and squares like a calendar nigga
That's numbers and squares like a calendar nigga
None of you scared, wanna battle a nigga?
Cause shots come from nowhere like pop, abracadabra nigga
I fuck a clit up on everything
I put some sip up in everything
You hit your bitch up she never came
She was with me up in Neverland
I hit your clique up on everything
I take two clips up in everything
I'm coming, I'm shootin up everything
I just bought my woman some Vera Wang
I just bought myself Alexander Wang
I just bought myself some new Louis frames
I got em prescribed cause I'm blind as fuck
Or is it that I just don't wanna see you again
Got em prescribed
I got a prescription
I got a prescription
I got a prescription
I fuck a clit up on everything
Tie my bitch up to the bed frame
Twenty-two five footer, Venus, 11 flat footer, Serena
Drink codeine like it's Aquafina
My bitch jalapena
I come from Mars I come from Viscida
Fresh out the womb I knew I was a leader
Who keeping score cause I beat em
And I got some really big wings, flying over New Orleans
I pull some really big strings, my wingspan like Yao Ming
My eyes tight like Yao Ming
I smoke some really big greens
I sip the whole sixteen
I saw a mil at fifteen
And still got really big dreams
Your bitch a really big fiend
Your bitch a really big fan
But I ain't got no ceilings
I ain't got no ceilings
I ain't got no ceilings
I ain't got no ceilings
Man what a high, want to be alive
I'm sippin' lean, and TMZ said I died
I run with bitch-slappers, your hate don't impact us
Our bitches dick-grabbers, your bitches pic-snappers
You just a camera rapper, but we don't point cameras at you
We point them hammers at you, more bullets than hammer dancers
We take the pineapple, we fill it with purple, we never settle
We take the Mac-11 we point that bitch straight at your cerebellum
PAH
And this world is mines
I'm gettin' mines
I'm sippin' lines
OH we talkin' lean, OH we talkin' lean?!
OH you pouring up? Finna fall asleep?!
Look at the smile on me
Spent a couple hundred thou on it
And the game been drove me crazy, over hundred thousand miles on me
Damn, said she gonna lie for me
I said you just lied to me
She tell me that's my pussy
I say bitch you just lied to me
That's why I fuck em all, still love em all
With a rubber off cause they hustler's dogs
And to top it off, all the ties is off
And it's winter season but the 6 is heated
And I got some really big wings, I got a really big regime
Been part of some really big schemes
I just popped a really big beam [x2]
I rock some really big bling
I sleep on a really big king, with a really thick queen
I sleep with a really thick queen, on a really big king
She know I really big screen
She say I got a really big team
She say I'm doing really big things
I should be doing really big scenes, on a really big screen
You see I got really big dreams
And what a grind
I fuck a clit up on everything
I pour some sip up in everything [x3]
No Ceilings
We hit every block and we hit all your men up
She do every squat and she do every sit up
She dance everyday and she pick every bit up
I work everyday and I sip when I get up
You heard what I say yeah I sip when I get up
And work everyday I'm a hell of a nigga
Smokin' that loud it just yell at a nigga
Confidence high I'm an arrogant nigga
These bitches do not want a regular nigga
My slime got them bricks doing estimates nigga
That's numbers and squares like a calendar nigga
That's numbers and squares like a calendar nigga
None of you scared, wanna battle a nigga?
Cause shots come from nowhere like pop, abracadabra nigga
I fuck a clit up on everything
I put some sip up in everything
You hit your bitch up she never came
She was with me up in Neverland
I hit your clique up on everything
I take two clips up in everything
I'm coming, I'm shootin up everything
I just bought my woman some Vera Wang
I just bought myself Alexander Wang
I just bought myself some new Louis frames
I got em prescribed cause I'm blind as fuck
Or is it that I just don't wanna see you again
Got em prescribed
I got a prescription
I got a prescription
I got a prescription
I fuck a clit up on everything
Tie my bitch up to the bed frame
Twenty-two five footer, Venus, 11 flat footer, Serena
Drink codeine like it's Aquafina
My bitch jalapena
I come from Mars I come from Viscida
Fresh out the womb I knew I was a leader
Who keeping score cause I beat em
And I got some really big wings, flying over New Orleans
I pull some really big strings, my wingspan like Yao Ming
My eyes tight like Yao Ming
I smoke some really big greens
I sip the whole sixteen
I saw a mil at fifteen
And still got really big dreams
Your bitch a really big fiend
Your bitch a really big fan
But I ain't got no ceilings
I ain't got no ceilings
I ain't got no ceilings
I ain't got no ceilings
Man what a high, want to be alive
I'm sippin' lean, and TMZ said I died
I run with bitch-slappers, your hate don't impact us
Our bitches dick-grabbers, your bitches pic-snappers
You just a camera rapper, but we don't point cameras at you
We point them hammers at you, more bullets than hammer dancers
We take the pineapple, we fill it with purple, we never settle
We take the Mac-11 we point that bitch straight at your cerebellum
PAH
And this world is mines
I'm gettin' mines
I'm sippin' lines
OH we talkin' lean, OH we talkin' lean?!
OH you pouring up? Finna fall asleep?!
Look at the smile on me
Spent a couple hundred thou on it
And the game been drove me crazy, over hundred thousand miles on me
Damn, said she gonna lie for me
I said you just lied to me
She tell me that's my pussy
I say bitch you just lied to me
That's why I fuck em all, still love em all
With a rubber off cause they hustler's dogs
And to top it off, all the ties is off
And it's winter season but the 6 is heated
And I got some really big wings, I got a really big regime
Been part of some really big schemes
I just popped a really big beam [x2]
I rock some really big bling
I sleep on a really big king, with a really thick queen
I sleep with a really thick queen, on a really big king
She know I really big screen
She say I got a really big team
She say I'm doing really big things
I should be doing really big scenes, on a really big screen
You see I got really big dreams
And what a grind
I fuck a clit up on everything
I pour some sip up in everything [x3]
No Ceilings
Too Young lyrics - Lil Wayne
I walk in, I walk in, I walk in with goons
I'm parking Ferrari, I started like vroom
I'm staggering, I'm flagging, I'm acting a fool, pour up yeah
I'm sipped out, I'm knocked out in my house all day
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up like ay
I pull up, I pull up and I fade away
I sip me away, yeah
Uh, I used to have braids but I still got the hoes
I loosen my brakes and I still got control
I remember the day I got the Azure
Back when them hoes was wearing Juicy Couture, yeah
Back when niggas was still wearing polo
When Shit got out of hand, my hands was full
I'm going through some shit yeah but you know I ain't broker
Just talked to miss Cita, she tell me stay focused
I say "alright then", gotta make up my mind again
Fuck the bullshit, the fake and the counterfeit
Gotta shake it like Iverson
Gotta take out my pocket lint and make something out of it
Like a scientist, be creative and confident
No vacation, just power trips
Limo tint, limo tint, father sent, Louie V moccasins
Treat her at like a lioness, I’m on my Mufasa shit
I'm saucy like pasta bitch
I'm talking all kinds of shit, yeah
And I got that Flocka dick, them bitches need all of it
And I need OT with my broke tee
And little hoodie and skate boardie
And that's my niggas, we fly niggas
With shotguns under both wings
We going up, pouring up
These niggas be hoeing up
Ain't no peace, we chop up both fingers
I got that dope dick, yo bitch is a dope fiend
I got the tattoos, all I need is the nose ring
Pool party at my place with more codeine than chlorine
Spraying at your head like some fucking Afro Sheen
And I'm
A Martian, I'm marching on the stars and moon
I come through in something without a roof
Staggering, I'm flagging, I'm repping Soowoo yeah
Look, I hop out, they watch out, I hop out the Wraith
I spin it, I spin it, make it back next day
I pull up, I pull up and I fade away
I send me away yeah
I’m my momma’s son
And when I started thugging I was young
When I started cussing, I was young
Momma put that soap on the tounge
And when I started hustling, I was 12
And when I started pumping out the Shell
And when I started fucking, I was young
And when I started cuppin', I was sprung
And then I started drugging, it was fun
Fucking with that honey, I got stung
And when I go out clubbing, I be numb
Started up from nothing, just some crumbs
Started up from nothing, just some crumbs
And now I got a bakery, yum, yum
And now I see the fakery, now I see the snakery
All I got is 2 words, blumb blumb
No ceilings
I'm parking Ferrari, I started like vroom
I'm staggering, I'm flagging, I'm acting a fool, pour up yeah
I'm sipped out, I'm knocked out in my house all day
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up like ay
I pull up, I pull up and I fade away
I sip me away, yeah
Uh, I used to have braids but I still got the hoes
I loosen my brakes and I still got control
I remember the day I got the Azure
Back when them hoes was wearing Juicy Couture, yeah
Back when niggas was still wearing polo
When Shit got out of hand, my hands was full
I'm going through some shit yeah but you know I ain't broker
Just talked to miss Cita, she tell me stay focused
I say "alright then", gotta make up my mind again
Fuck the bullshit, the fake and the counterfeit
Gotta shake it like Iverson
Gotta take out my pocket lint and make something out of it
Like a scientist, be creative and confident
No vacation, just power trips
Limo tint, limo tint, father sent, Louie V moccasins
Treat her at like a lioness, I’m on my Mufasa shit
I'm saucy like pasta bitch
I'm talking all kinds of shit, yeah
And I got that Flocka dick, them bitches need all of it
And I need OT with my broke tee
And little hoodie and skate boardie
And that's my niggas, we fly niggas
With shotguns under both wings
We going up, pouring up
These niggas be hoeing up
Ain't no peace, we chop up both fingers
I got that dope dick, yo bitch is a dope fiend
I got the tattoos, all I need is the nose ring
Pool party at my place with more codeine than chlorine
Spraying at your head like some fucking Afro Sheen
And I'm
A Martian, I'm marching on the stars and moon
I come through in something without a roof
Staggering, I'm flagging, I'm repping Soowoo yeah
Look, I hop out, they watch out, I hop out the Wraith
I spin it, I spin it, make it back next day
I pull up, I pull up and I fade away
I send me away yeah
I’m my momma’s son
And when I started thugging I was young
When I started cussing, I was young
Momma put that soap on the tounge
And when I started hustling, I was 12
And when I started pumping out the Shell
And when I started fucking, I was young
And when I started cuppin', I was sprung
And then I started drugging, it was fun
Fucking with that honey, I got stung
And when I go out clubbing, I be numb
Started up from nothing, just some crumbs
Started up from nothing, just some crumbs
And now I got a bakery, yum, yum
And now I see the fakery, now I see the snakery
All I got is 2 words, blumb blumb
No ceilings
Lil Bitch lyrics - Lil Wayne
All my niggas clutchin'
All my niggas two cuppin'
All my niggas rap and' Trap, they all got two phone numbers
Real one since day one, and all my niggas could vouch for me
None of my niggas lackin' Mac, and all my niggas countin' money
Yeah, pull up, banger on me
Bad bitch faintin' on me
The purple drank stankin' on me
Don't wake me up, just put a blanket on me
Thank yo homie, but I ain't yo homie
Diamonds blingin' like they blinkin' on me
All about the Ben Franklins homie, bitch can't even get an Abe Lincoln from me
Thankin' normally, I ain't thankin' normally
From New Orleans, guns bangin', homie
These lil' niggas is retarded, puttin' testimony over sanctimony
All these niggas tryna sank the homie
Bitches tryna put gangster on me
Feds tryna put sanctions on me, doctor tryna do maintenance on me
Guess that's why I take meds on 'em, pop and sip and go ta' bed on 'em
New Ferrari, no head on it, nice new carpet, you bled on it
These new artists no competition
Top of the charts, no top of the menu
That ain't art, nigga, drop the pencil
She drop the drawers, I never drop the pistol
But I drop the clip, and pull out a new clip
I'm not bout that lip, bap-bap, nobody exempt
And you see the flag, it's red as a bitch
You see the swag, I'm wavy and lit
My pops had 'em bricks, yeah, brick wall
My slime got the sticks, and I can do tricks, yeah
Skateboard and my lil boo mix
Yeah, just met her dad, gave her mom a kiss
When she turned her back, I holla'd at sis, yeah
Watch out lil' bro, I fly G4
My slimes are brazy, I used to talk to the globe
I tell that it's mine, I tell her one day you be mine
I tell her from page you be mine, I was locked up, I stayed for that nine
You know I'm comin' straight off the top
She knew I cum on her Haulter top
She know I don't want no five children
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
Bitch, is you dykin' or not?
These niggas is wifin' the thots
I still got some white in my sock, it's white as my sock, they're white and all snot
I know I can beat everybody, so I prepared for everybody
We wavin' that thing at your body, we cravin' to catch us a body!
Look at the watch on my friend, say hello to my lil' friend!
My chopper due any day now, bap-bap, that bitch just had "twins", Lord!
You run your mouth like a marathon, I just run out of them Styrofoams
The Cialis gave me testosterone, now she got her legs on my collarbone
All on my neck like a herringbone
I had to sit down with Bizzy Bone
I had to sit down with Tity Boi, and told him how I'ma just kill his song
It's not a remix, it's just me, my comeback and shit
I just unwrapped a brick, put it on the scale, it come back thirty six
It come back thirty six, and that's when we whip, we master the wrist
Then that's when it flip, then after it flip, that's when it flip
You know what it's like when the feeling gone, I know what that's like when the ceiling gone
I know what that's like when the ceiling gone
I know what that's like when the ceiling gone
One time, baby
My partner got hitched, no influence on me, yeah, no influence
I don't know my dad, and my mamma is rich
You see the red flag, but my partner a Crip
Damn! Watch that lil' ho, pew! I fly G4
Uh, you got jet lag stuck at the airport, damn
I'm in that LA stuntin' on mad hoes
Stuntin' on them hoes in them Yeezy's, them Jeremy Scott's and Shelltoes, okay
I think I'ma need a check for shouting out Adidas like that, yeah
No ceilings!
All my niggas two cuppin'
All my niggas rap and' Trap, they all got two phone numbers
Real one since day one, and all my niggas could vouch for me
None of my niggas lackin' Mac, and all my niggas countin' money
Yeah, pull up, banger on me
Bad bitch faintin' on me
The purple drank stankin' on me
Don't wake me up, just put a blanket on me
Thank yo homie, but I ain't yo homie
Diamonds blingin' like they blinkin' on me
All about the Ben Franklins homie, bitch can't even get an Abe Lincoln from me
Thankin' normally, I ain't thankin' normally
From New Orleans, guns bangin', homie
These lil' niggas is retarded, puttin' testimony over sanctimony
All these niggas tryna sank the homie
Bitches tryna put gangster on me
Feds tryna put sanctions on me, doctor tryna do maintenance on me
Guess that's why I take meds on 'em, pop and sip and go ta' bed on 'em
New Ferrari, no head on it, nice new carpet, you bled on it
These new artists no competition
Top of the charts, no top of the menu
That ain't art, nigga, drop the pencil
She drop the drawers, I never drop the pistol
But I drop the clip, and pull out a new clip
I'm not bout that lip, bap-bap, nobody exempt
And you see the flag, it's red as a bitch
You see the swag, I'm wavy and lit
My pops had 'em bricks, yeah, brick wall
My slime got the sticks, and I can do tricks, yeah
Skateboard and my lil boo mix
Yeah, just met her dad, gave her mom a kiss
When she turned her back, I holla'd at sis, yeah
Watch out lil' bro, I fly G4
My slimes are brazy, I used to talk to the globe
I tell that it's mine, I tell her one day you be mine
I tell her from page you be mine, I was locked up, I stayed for that nine
You know I'm comin' straight off the top
She knew I cum on her Haulter top
She know I don't want no five children
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
Bitch, is you dykin' or not?
These niggas is wifin' the thots
I still got some white in my sock, it's white as my sock, they're white and all snot
I know I can beat everybody, so I prepared for everybody
We wavin' that thing at your body, we cravin' to catch us a body!
Look at the watch on my friend, say hello to my lil' friend!
My chopper due any day now, bap-bap, that bitch just had "twins", Lord!
You run your mouth like a marathon, I just run out of them Styrofoams
The Cialis gave me testosterone, now she got her legs on my collarbone
All on my neck like a herringbone
I had to sit down with Bizzy Bone
I had to sit down with Tity Boi, and told him how I'ma just kill his song
It's not a remix, it's just me, my comeback and shit
I just unwrapped a brick, put it on the scale, it come back thirty six
It come back thirty six, and that's when we whip, we master the wrist
Then that's when it flip, then after it flip, that's when it flip
You know what it's like when the feeling gone, I know what that's like when the ceiling gone
I know what that's like when the ceiling gone
I know what that's like when the ceiling gone
One time, baby
My partner got hitched, no influence on me, yeah, no influence
I don't know my dad, and my mamma is rich
You see the red flag, but my partner a Crip
Damn! Watch that lil' ho, pew! I fly G4
Uh, you got jet lag stuck at the airport, damn
I'm in that LA stuntin' on mad hoes
Stuntin' on them hoes in them Yeezy's, them Jeremy Scott's and Shelltoes, okay
I think I'ma need a check for shouting out Adidas like that, yeah
No ceilings!
Get Ya Gat lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Lucci Lou & Hoodybaby)
Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
To all you rich-ass niggas, all you rich-ass niggas
Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
I went from rich man, nigga, straight to henchman, nigga
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
Too all you rich-ass niggas, all you rich-ass niggas
Kickin' back, gettin' fat, gettin' tats
And to your fuckboy posse with their tough boy postures
It's an act, they ain't never got your back
Gettin' jacked, you ain't never gettin' it back
You gettin' wacked, you ain't never comin' back
And cut 'em slack, we ain't never done 'em that
No, we ain't never done 'em that
And we don't go tit for tat, we just blat
Now he's exposed, when we snap, picture that
He decomposed, he small like cat in the trap
Oh, I go psycho, I go rhino, I know his recital
My whole fuckin' bio, I'mm K-I-L-L-E-R no typo
I'm a dino, I'm the kind of nigga that don't give a flying fuck
About another clique but us
Who fly as us? We flyin' up
Who wanna fuck with us? Who signin' up?
Cause I know my clique tough as tusks on a hippopotamus
I know Ii'mma sip that stuff
I can't say that this is not a must
I must say this shit kinda tough
But fuck it, nigga, bottom's up, pause
I got some time to fuck so I'mma hit little mama up
And I got millions to blow and I got Milian to plush
I got millions of .44's and I got military guns
And these bitches 'bout to go pop, pop, pop, like January 1
Got some bitches on the floor and when I piss, they drink it up
I'mma shit on everyone and, that shit gon' feel like kingdom come
Told my bitch that she don't want that bitch, I’m still Miss Cita’s son
And I'm triple OG, my own girl own a gun
[Hook:]
Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
To all you rich-ass niggas, and you bitch-ass niggas
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
And tell your fuckboy posse, while you stuntin' we be mobbin'
Then we strapped with the gat in all black
So where you at, where you at, where you at?
Yeah, where they at, where they at, where they at?
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
[Lucci Lou:]
Yeah, get the gat, get the gat, get the gat
When you a rich little nigga, plus some niggas plot to jack
Where they at, where they at, where they at?
Bitch tryna take mine, I'm sendin' bullets through ya back
I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G
Copped the coupe and the wheels, first day I hit the streets
I match the rags with the mags and the seats
And I be saucin' on these niggas so it all match my sneaks
Damn, you know how east niggas do shit
40 on my left, I'mma ride a new bitch
Yesterday hoe was trippin' so she gotta go
One thing about pimpin', man, motherfuck a hoe
Me and Hoody talkin' cocaine
For the slippers outta niggas who want whole thangs
Oh man, feel the trigger, make it go bang
So keep a gat and if they ask we don't know names
[Hook:]
Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
To all you rich-ass niggas, and you bitch-ass niggas
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
And tell your fuckboy posse, while you stuntin' we be mobbin'
Then we strapped with the gat in all black
So where you at, where you at, where you at?
Yeah, where they at, where they at, where they at?
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
[HoodyBaby:]
All this white powder, screaming, "white power"
Young Money, bad boys, fat Mike Lowry
Wow, I might shoot up your Ferrari, nigga
Oh, tell your passenger I'm sorry, nigga
My young niggas screaming, "put me in the game, coach"
Chopper bullets rain, you gon' need a raincoat
My little homie, he got stripes like a bengal
I got a nephew named Killer, he an angel
Get money, stay real, that's the game plan
I got a bad bitch and all she do is gangbang
My college hoe on the low, she do the same thing
I got a stripper with a gat and a fat cat
Breakin' niggas off, all my homies call her Kit-Kat
Yeah, she let you hit that, bet she bring your shit back
Sleepin' with them hoes, get you tied up and kidnapped
Killers at your door, nigga, knock knock, click clack
Get ya get, get ya get, get ya get
And load it up, load it up, load it up
Where your fuckboy posse, where they at?
Niggas fuck, niggas fuck, niggas fuck
Yeah, shake that ass hoe, shake, shake
Shake that ass hoe, shake, shake
Shake that ass hoe, shake, shake
Shake that ass hoe, shake, shake
Shake-shka-shake-shka-shake shake that ass
Shake-shka-shake-shka-shake shake that ass
Say dicksuckin' hoe, nutsuckin' hoe
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin' but hoes
You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
You ain't got no job, know you wanna be a trick
But I'm a nigga with a rock hard bone
And I'm takin' one of these hoes home, yeah
But I'm a nigga with a rock hard bone
And I'm takin' one of these hoes home, yeah
No Ceilings
To all you rich-ass niggas, all you rich-ass niggas
Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
I went from rich man, nigga, straight to henchman, nigga
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
Too all you rich-ass niggas, all you rich-ass niggas
Kickin' back, gettin' fat, gettin' tats
And to your fuckboy posse with their tough boy postures
It's an act, they ain't never got your back
Gettin' jacked, you ain't never gettin' it back
You gettin' wacked, you ain't never comin' back
And cut 'em slack, we ain't never done 'em that
No, we ain't never done 'em that
And we don't go tit for tat, we just blat
Now he's exposed, when we snap, picture that
He decomposed, he small like cat in the trap
Oh, I go psycho, I go rhino, I know his recital
My whole fuckin' bio, I'mm K-I-L-L-E-R no typo
I'm a dino, I'm the kind of nigga that don't give a flying fuck
About another clique but us
Who fly as us? We flyin' up
Who wanna fuck with us? Who signin' up?
Cause I know my clique tough as tusks on a hippopotamus
I know Ii'mma sip that stuff
I can't say that this is not a must
I must say this shit kinda tough
But fuck it, nigga, bottom's up, pause
I got some time to fuck so I'mma hit little mama up
And I got millions to blow and I got Milian to plush
I got millions of .44's and I got military guns
And these bitches 'bout to go pop, pop, pop, like January 1
Got some bitches on the floor and when I piss, they drink it up
I'mma shit on everyone and, that shit gon' feel like kingdom come
Told my bitch that she don't want that bitch, I’m still Miss Cita’s son
And I'm triple OG, my own girl own a gun
[Hook:]
Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
To all you rich-ass niggas, and you bitch-ass niggas
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
And tell your fuckboy posse, while you stuntin' we be mobbin'
Then we strapped with the gat in all black
So where you at, where you at, where you at?
Yeah, where they at, where they at, where they at?
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
[Lucci Lou:]
Yeah, get the gat, get the gat, get the gat
When you a rich little nigga, plus some niggas plot to jack
Where they at, where they at, where they at?
Bitch tryna take mine, I'm sendin' bullets through ya back
I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G
Copped the coupe and the wheels, first day I hit the streets
I match the rags with the mags and the seats
And I be saucin' on these niggas so it all match my sneaks
Damn, you know how east niggas do shit
40 on my left, I'mma ride a new bitch
Yesterday hoe was trippin' so she gotta go
One thing about pimpin', man, motherfuck a hoe
Me and Hoody talkin' cocaine
For the slippers outta niggas who want whole thangs
Oh man, feel the trigger, make it go bang
So keep a gat and if they ask we don't know names
[Hook:]
Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
To all you rich-ass niggas, and you bitch-ass niggas
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
And tell your fuckboy posse, while you stuntin' we be mobbin'
Then we strapped with the gat in all black
So where you at, where you at, where you at?
Yeah, where they at, where they at, where they at?
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
[HoodyBaby:]
All this white powder, screaming, "white power"
Young Money, bad boys, fat Mike Lowry
Wow, I might shoot up your Ferrari, nigga
Oh, tell your passenger I'm sorry, nigga
My young niggas screaming, "put me in the game, coach"
Chopper bullets rain, you gon' need a raincoat
My little homie, he got stripes like a bengal
I got a nephew named Killer, he an angel
Get money, stay real, that's the game plan
I got a bad bitch and all she do is gangbang
My college hoe on the low, she do the same thing
I got a stripper with a gat and a fat cat
Breakin' niggas off, all my homies call her Kit-Kat
Yeah, she let you hit that, bet she bring your shit back
Sleepin' with them hoes, get you tied up and kidnapped
Killers at your door, nigga, knock knock, click clack
Get ya get, get ya get, get ya get
And load it up, load it up, load it up
Where your fuckboy posse, where they at?
Niggas fuck, niggas fuck, niggas fuck
Yeah, shake that ass hoe, shake, shake
Shake that ass hoe, shake, shake
Shake that ass hoe, shake, shake
Shake that ass hoe, shake, shake
Shake-shka-shake-shka-shake shake that ass
Shake-shka-shake-shka-shake shake that ass
Say dicksuckin' hoe, nutsuckin' hoe
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin' but hoes
You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
You ain't got no job, know you wanna be a trick
But I'm a nigga with a rock hard bone
And I'm takin' one of these hoes home, yeah
But I'm a nigga with a rock hard bone
And I'm takin' one of these hoes home, yeah
No Ceilings
No Reason lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. King Los)
If young Freeway don't trust you, I'm gon' murk ya
I told my homie I'll be back, I got some hoes that tryna see me
I'll be double cupping, letting bitches double team me
Only fuck and smoke around a nigga like a genie
Lord, these hoes be schemin', just to get some Neimans
Just to get some Niemans, so I be playing defense
Nowadays these hoes want you to fuck 'em and feed them
Now we at the drive thru, I'm forever Piru
I'm forever connected like AOL and Yahoo, okay
I just be fightin' my demons
I just be righteous or even
I don't be Skypin' or streamin'
I just be high for no reason
I just be Tunechi or Weezy
I just eat cuchi, I'm greedy
Give me the Uzi, I'll squeeze it
Last night was a movie, I seen it
And I just be high for no reason
I just be high for no reason
And I just be high for four seasons
'Round here you can die for no reason
These bitches on diets and vegans
She getting it tight for next season
And me, I'm just high for no reason
And you, you could die for no reason
[King Los:]
I know some niggas pull triggas
That don't value life but put prices on people
My homie name Vic
Because he a stealer but used to be nice with them eagles
I know it's see through for that Niemans
And she move that cuchi for profit
That pussy a Uzi she pop it
I'm in this bitch with Lil Tunechi, what's poppin'?
You could die on my block, nigga, that shit is trill
That clip open up, you get fucked, call it Netflix and chill
You see what this girl do that, that chump might just panic
A crew full of sea men and sunk the Titanic
She suck and fuck or die
Fuck you fuckers, suckers, knuckle up a riot
Homie like Donkey Kong, bundle up them pies
Whipping out them barrels, pistol out of pearl
My bitch so perfect, I nut in that pussy, she piss it out in pearls
No sheets on my bed, just a lot of girls
And I just be fly for no reason
Yeah I just be fly for no reason
They kill my pop at sixteen
Sometimes a nigga just cry for no reason
I used to steal out of Niemans
Now I'm so rich this shit feel like I'm dreamin'
Gotta hit mute on the phone when I talk to you
‘Cause I still got your bitch screamin'
She play with that pussy
FaceTime a nigga with Jodeci on ‘cause she fiendin'
That pussy get killed for no reason
You pussies can die for no reason
You pussies can die for no reason
I just get high for no reason
The world be tryna get over
I just get high to get even, yeah
Yellin', that shit was ill, that shit was trill
Had to tell my bitch stop stealing and stashing my pills
That bitch a addict for real
That bitch a addict for real
That bitch is nasty for real, she naked in heels
Fuck Tom, Dick, and Harry and Bill
[?] Sarah and Jill, I carry the steel
In anyone area still
‘Cause shit could get scary for real, I'm aware and I'm skilled
I had to bury some mills somewhere in a field
Please don't ask me where my lips sealed
Very concealed, I got whatever you feel
Like I blow like Derek for real
I got that white like Jaleel
I'm 'bout that life and that's real
I'm 'bout that life and that's real
I say that twice ‘cause that's real
Sometimes it's like I just feel like ain't nothing easy
I'ma get high for that reason
And you could still die for no reason, die for no reason
I just be fightin' my demons
I just be lightin' my cheeba
I just be Tunechi or Weezy
I'm so excited to be him
We kill you on sight just for breathin'
'Round here you can die for your Visa
'Round here you can die for a pizza
'Round here we don't die for no divas
And I just be high for no reason
I just be high for no reason
They kill my pop at fourteen
Sometimes a nigga just cry for no reason
'Round here you can die with your homie
'Round here you can die by your lonely
We come on your side for no reason
Shoot it up and then smile when we leavin'
You could still die for no reason
I be getting high no reason
The world it be tryna get over
I be getting high to get even
I ain't got no ceilings
I ain't got no feelings
And you all in your feelings
I'm like, "Fuck your feelings"
You know I ain't got no ceilings
I told my homie I'll be back, I got some hoes that tryna see me
I'll be double cupping, letting bitches double team me
Only fuck and smoke around a nigga like a genie
Lord, these hoes be schemin', just to get some Neimans
Just to get some Niemans, so I be playing defense
Nowadays these hoes want you to fuck 'em and feed them
Now we at the drive thru, I'm forever Piru
I'm forever connected like AOL and Yahoo, okay
I just be fightin' my demons
I just be righteous or even
I don't be Skypin' or streamin'
I just be high for no reason
I just be Tunechi or Weezy
I just eat cuchi, I'm greedy
Give me the Uzi, I'll squeeze it
Last night was a movie, I seen it
And I just be high for no reason
I just be high for no reason
And I just be high for four seasons
'Round here you can die for no reason
These bitches on diets and vegans
She getting it tight for next season
And me, I'm just high for no reason
And you, you could die for no reason
[King Los:]
I know some niggas pull triggas
That don't value life but put prices on people
My homie name Vic
Because he a stealer but used to be nice with them eagles
I know it's see through for that Niemans
And she move that cuchi for profit
That pussy a Uzi she pop it
I'm in this bitch with Lil Tunechi, what's poppin'?
You could die on my block, nigga, that shit is trill
That clip open up, you get fucked, call it Netflix and chill
You see what this girl do that, that chump might just panic
A crew full of sea men and sunk the Titanic
She suck and fuck or die
Fuck you fuckers, suckers, knuckle up a riot
Homie like Donkey Kong, bundle up them pies
Whipping out them barrels, pistol out of pearl
My bitch so perfect, I nut in that pussy, she piss it out in pearls
No sheets on my bed, just a lot of girls
And I just be fly for no reason
Yeah I just be fly for no reason
They kill my pop at sixteen
Sometimes a nigga just cry for no reason
I used to steal out of Niemans
Now I'm so rich this shit feel like I'm dreamin'
Gotta hit mute on the phone when I talk to you
‘Cause I still got your bitch screamin'
She play with that pussy
FaceTime a nigga with Jodeci on ‘cause she fiendin'
That pussy get killed for no reason
You pussies can die for no reason
You pussies can die for no reason
I just get high for no reason
The world be tryna get over
I just get high to get even, yeah
Yellin', that shit was ill, that shit was trill
Had to tell my bitch stop stealing and stashing my pills
That bitch a addict for real
That bitch a addict for real
That bitch is nasty for real, she naked in heels
Fuck Tom, Dick, and Harry and Bill
[?] Sarah and Jill, I carry the steel
In anyone area still
‘Cause shit could get scary for real, I'm aware and I'm skilled
I had to bury some mills somewhere in a field
Please don't ask me where my lips sealed
Very concealed, I got whatever you feel
Like I blow like Derek for real
I got that white like Jaleel
I'm 'bout that life and that's real
I'm 'bout that life and that's real
I say that twice ‘cause that's real
Sometimes it's like I just feel like ain't nothing easy
I'ma get high for that reason
And you could still die for no reason, die for no reason
I just be fightin' my demons
I just be lightin' my cheeba
I just be Tunechi or Weezy
I'm so excited to be him
We kill you on sight just for breathin'
'Round here you can die for your Visa
'Round here you can die for a pizza
'Round here we don't die for no divas
And I just be high for no reason
I just be high for no reason
They kill my pop at fourteen
Sometimes a nigga just cry for no reason
'Round here you can die with your homie
'Round here you can die by your lonely
We come on your side for no reason
Shoot it up and then smile when we leavin'
You could still die for no reason
I be getting high no reason
The world it be tryna get over
I be getting high to get even
I ain't got no ceilings
I ain't got no feelings
And you all in your feelings
I'm like, "Fuck your feelings"
You know I ain't got no ceilings
Plastic Bag lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jae Millz)
Yeah, uh-huh, No Ceilings 2
Yeah, get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
You flashed all night nigga, you deserve it
Get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Go ahead, take a nigga cash
You flashed all night nigga, you deserve it
Get a bitch with ass
Drop her off at the nigga pad
Now she goin' through the nigga's stash
You slept all night nigga, you deserve it
Get a Jason mask
Run up in this shit and scare his ass
Where the drugs nigga? Where the cash?
His whole face sand white, we pistol whip it purple
Yeah, pistol whip it purple
Two words, on sight
Yeah, two words, on sight
Yeah, two words, on sight
It's gon' be a murder
Every time you see me, you know Mag be there
You know Hood be there, you know T be there
Family affair, don't you even dare
No, I double dare you to leave your chair
I'm gon' leave you there, I don't even care
And I'm killin' shit, white sheet affair
Gun on my shoulder like Tinker Bell
Take a nigga's shit, sell a nigga's shit
Make some extra money for the holidays
Merry Christmas nigga, I got gifts for niggas
In the back of my big body sleigh
I got pussy set up any time of day
Get you pussies set up any time of day
And your comrades better be about that
Combat like Johnny Cage
Oh you stuntin'? I don't like that shit nigga
I don't like that shit, nigga
I don't like that bitch nigga
And that bitch he with give me mixed signals
Oh yea, there's a lot of bitch niggas
I'm goin' down a list nigga
We stole a lot of base, yeah-yeah
We got a lot of hits, nigga
Alright, we don't fuck with switch hittas
Throw 'em in a river, let the fish get 'em
I'm comin' with the street sweeper
Like a motherfuckin' witch nigga
Like, what nigga, which nigga
Like, a young nigga, rich nigga
Like cremate a coffin
A motherfuckin' bitch nigga, ugh
[Jae Millz:]
You left a trace, now my niggas all up in your place
Now it ain't no money in the safe
Got to do a nigga like Ace
Yeah, go ahead get a plastic bag
Keep your fake jewelry, I need all the cash
Like you shaved your face, go up in your stash
I get stomach aches, throw up in the lab
Got a plastic bag, fuck navigation
Nigga, we a sack
No Ceilings Dos, this is that
Yeah, I hear 'em talkin' this and that
I'm still in the mall, buyin' this and that
And my bitch stay with a different bag
Yeah, I'm in my zone in a different bag
They'll find your body parts in different bags
Hold up
Before rap they was check the check
We was pack the pack
And my girl was blonde now she back to black
We in the Benz bumpin Back To Back
Smokin' loud, poppin' pills, back to back
And I'mma fuck her from the back like the bad
She hit the bathroom then pass a rag
And to the money, yeah I'm back to that
Yeah, Young Money over everything
And I mean everything, that's on everything
Niggas get caught and tell everything
With the Weeknd vocals, I'll never sing
Yeah, two words, on sight nigga
I push the button, green light nigga
To the upper room, here's your flight nigga
Even if it's morning, good night, nigga
Blaow
Get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Go 'head take the nigga's stash
And the money danced all night nigga, you deserved it
Get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Nigga, you dabbed all night nigga, stop twerkin'
Aww yeah, aww yeah
You put on a show all night, now it's curtains, yeah
Yeah, two words, on sight
Yeah, two words, on sight
Nigga, it's a murder, aw yeah
Every time you see me I know Millz gone be there
I know Stevie gone be there
Family affair
Aw, yeah
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Nigga, you danced all night nigga, you deserved it
Nigga, you deserved it
Police gon' be searchin'
We gon' be in your shit splurgin'
Aw yeah, aw yeah
We in your shit splurgin'
We in your shit splurgin'
We watched you all night nigga, you deserved it
Yeah, get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
You flashed all night nigga, you deserve it
Get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Go ahead, take a nigga cash
You flashed all night nigga, you deserve it
Get a bitch with ass
Drop her off at the nigga pad
Now she goin' through the nigga's stash
You slept all night nigga, you deserve it
Get a Jason mask
Run up in this shit and scare his ass
Where the drugs nigga? Where the cash?
His whole face sand white, we pistol whip it purple
Yeah, pistol whip it purple
Two words, on sight
Yeah, two words, on sight
Yeah, two words, on sight
It's gon' be a murder
Every time you see me, you know Mag be there
You know Hood be there, you know T be there
Family affair, don't you even dare
No, I double dare you to leave your chair
I'm gon' leave you there, I don't even care
And I'm killin' shit, white sheet affair
Gun on my shoulder like Tinker Bell
Take a nigga's shit, sell a nigga's shit
Make some extra money for the holidays
Merry Christmas nigga, I got gifts for niggas
In the back of my big body sleigh
I got pussy set up any time of day
Get you pussies set up any time of day
And your comrades better be about that
Combat like Johnny Cage
Oh you stuntin'? I don't like that shit nigga
I don't like that shit, nigga
I don't like that bitch nigga
And that bitch he with give me mixed signals
Oh yea, there's a lot of bitch niggas
I'm goin' down a list nigga
We stole a lot of base, yeah-yeah
We got a lot of hits, nigga
Alright, we don't fuck with switch hittas
Throw 'em in a river, let the fish get 'em
I'm comin' with the street sweeper
Like a motherfuckin' witch nigga
Like, what nigga, which nigga
Like, a young nigga, rich nigga
Like cremate a coffin
A motherfuckin' bitch nigga, ugh
[Jae Millz:]
You left a trace, now my niggas all up in your place
Now it ain't no money in the safe
Got to do a nigga like Ace
Yeah, go ahead get a plastic bag
Keep your fake jewelry, I need all the cash
Like you shaved your face, go up in your stash
I get stomach aches, throw up in the lab
Got a plastic bag, fuck navigation
Nigga, we a sack
No Ceilings Dos, this is that
Yeah, I hear 'em talkin' this and that
I'm still in the mall, buyin' this and that
And my bitch stay with a different bag
Yeah, I'm in my zone in a different bag
They'll find your body parts in different bags
Hold up
Before rap they was check the check
We was pack the pack
And my girl was blonde now she back to black
We in the Benz bumpin Back To Back
Smokin' loud, poppin' pills, back to back
And I'mma fuck her from the back like the bad
She hit the bathroom then pass a rag
And to the money, yeah I'm back to that
Yeah, Young Money over everything
And I mean everything, that's on everything
Niggas get caught and tell everything
With the Weeknd vocals, I'll never sing
Yeah, two words, on sight nigga
I push the button, green light nigga
To the upper room, here's your flight nigga
Even if it's morning, good night, nigga
Blaow
Get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Go 'head take the nigga's stash
And the money danced all night nigga, you deserved it
Get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Nigga, you dabbed all night nigga, stop twerkin'
Aww yeah, aww yeah
You put on a show all night, now it's curtains, yeah
Yeah, two words, on sight
Yeah, two words, on sight
Nigga, it's a murder, aw yeah
Every time you see me I know Millz gone be there
I know Stevie gone be there
Family affair
Aw, yeah
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Nigga, you danced all night nigga, you deserved it
Nigga, you deserved it
Police gon' be searchin'
We gon' be in your shit splurgin'
Aw yeah, aw yeah
We in your shit splurgin'
We in your shit splurgin'
We watched you all night nigga, you deserved it
Hotline Bling lyrics - Lil Wayne
I used to
I used to
Used to
I used to call you from the jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
I used to call her from a jail phone
Every day like she's my plug
I used to call you from the jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
Call her from the jail phone
Every day like she's my plug
And she know when that hotline bling, yeah
To look down at her diamond ring, yeah
I said she know when that hotline bling, yeah
It's time to drop everything
But ever since you got them titties you
Talkin' 'bout you thinkin' 'bout some ass shots
Taking all these snapshots, different backdrops
Dancing, posting pics after you cash out
Ever since you got them titties you
Been ignoring my calls and my iMessage
Saying you feel like one of my side bitches
So I pop a molly and I cry with you
I used to call you from a jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
Would call you from a jail phone, hey
Every day like she's my plug
I used to call you from the jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
Call her from a jail phone
Every day like she's my plug
And she know when that hotline bling, huh
Just look at that diamond ring, yeah
She know when that hotline bling, yeah
It's time to drop everything
But ever since I left the prison you do you
You never ever try to lock me down
Remember when you used to always hold me down
You used to promise me that you'd be holding out
You used to send me naked pictures too-ooh-ooh-ooh
Now you saying you gettin' older now
Young nigga like me used to show you out
You hangin' in circles you wouldn't go around
Sneaky hoes record me on their cell phone, damn
So everyone can see my love
I used to be your ringtone
I had you listen as the screen lights up
Every time that hotline bling
You just need some time to think, yeah
Don't care what your friends think
Them bitches want that diamond ring
But ever since you met them bitches
You're a new you, you're a new you
Forgot to tell you I fucked them bitches before I knew you
I guess they forgot too
You shouldn't call me from your girl's phone
Cause she ain't gonna delete my number
Press me when she know that you're gone
That bitch is gonna hit me right up
And do I still have my own private ring?
Oh, now you keep your shit on silent ring
Damn, why you think I let you keep your diamond ring?
To remind you of when I was king
I used to call you from the jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
Used to call her from a jail phone
Phone sex 'til it beeps, time’s up
Girl, talkin' 'bout you thinkin' 'bout some ass shots
Taking beaucoup snapshots, different backdrops
I still fuck that pussy 'til you blackout
Take your tap out, no ceilings
I used to
Used to
I used to call you from the jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
I used to call her from a jail phone
Every day like she's my plug
I used to call you from the jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
Call her from the jail phone
Every day like she's my plug
And she know when that hotline bling, yeah
To look down at her diamond ring, yeah
I said she know when that hotline bling, yeah
It's time to drop everything
But ever since you got them titties you
Talkin' 'bout you thinkin' 'bout some ass shots
Taking all these snapshots, different backdrops
Dancing, posting pics after you cash out
Ever since you got them titties you
Been ignoring my calls and my iMessage
Saying you feel like one of my side bitches
So I pop a molly and I cry with you
I used to call you from a jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
Would call you from a jail phone, hey
Every day like she's my plug
I used to call you from the jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
Call her from a jail phone
Every day like she's my plug
And she know when that hotline bling, huh
Just look at that diamond ring, yeah
She know when that hotline bling, yeah
It's time to drop everything
But ever since I left the prison you do you
You never ever try to lock me down
Remember when you used to always hold me down
You used to promise me that you'd be holding out
You used to send me naked pictures too-ooh-ooh-ooh
Now you saying you gettin' older now
Young nigga like me used to show you out
You hangin' in circles you wouldn't go around
Sneaky hoes record me on their cell phone, damn
So everyone can see my love
I used to be your ringtone
I had you listen as the screen lights up
Every time that hotline bling
You just need some time to think, yeah
Don't care what your friends think
Them bitches want that diamond ring
But ever since you met them bitches
You're a new you, you're a new you
Forgot to tell you I fucked them bitches before I knew you
I guess they forgot too
You shouldn't call me from your girl's phone
Cause she ain't gonna delete my number
Press me when she know that you're gone
That bitch is gonna hit me right up
And do I still have my own private ring?
Oh, now you keep your shit on silent ring
Damn, why you think I let you keep your diamond ring?
To remind you of when I was king
I used to call you from the jail phone
And you would press one and receive my love
Used to call her from a jail phone
Phone sex 'til it beeps, time’s up
Girl, talkin' 'bout you thinkin' 'bout some ass shots
Taking beaucoup snapshots, different backdrops
I still fuck that pussy 'til you blackout
Take your tap out, no ceilings
Crystal Ball lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Steph)
I know 'round the world I be gettin' to the money
She crazy for the dick and I'm addicted to the money
It's a dirty world and my cup too, it's so muddy
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
My lighter talkin' crazy, I done listened to the money
She crazy bout this dick and I'm addicted to the money
I gotta watch that bitch, she must be in it for the money
Long story short, I'mma pimp before a dummy
I done got high expectations from the six packs and my money
If I don't get my check, I'm gonna be chin-checkin' for nothin'
If I don't get my check, I'm gonna be chin-checkin' in public
Long story short, I'm just gettin' to the money
Long story short, I'mma keep it short and sweet
I get to the money, I don't let it get to me
All my niggas ballin', it's the way this shit should be
I pull up on my darlin' and I let her dick and leave
She'll thank you for comin'
I'll put that dick in her stomach
You put that cash on the dresser for her
You take the bitch out to restaurants
You took the bitch out the reservoir
And took the bitch straight to the fuckin' mall
I get higher than cholesterol
I see money in my crystal ball
[Hook:]
I see money in my crystal ball
Only answer when my niggas call
Hello, what up nigga
Ringtone 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls
Countin' money, listenin' to 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls
Got stuff walkin' round in the house
And I'm a dog and I'm in my drawers
I mean can I ball
I don't mean no home
I don't need no home
But niggas got their hands out and I don't read no palms
I know these niggas is pussy
I know these niggas is pussy
I know these niggas is lookin'
I know these niggas is payin' attention
I know these bitches got bad intentions
But I just want my money
I just want my money
Got 'em
I'm startin' to feel like wavin' shotties
Started from the bottom, nigga
[Stephanie Acevedo:]
Tryna break me off, you better break me off some money
Talkin' bout you love me? Better show me with the money
Show up at my door? Better show up with the money
Take me somewhere nice? It better be private and sunny
I got what you want, you got what I need
I just take the check and let you take the lead
I might take some shots, I might hit the weed
Put a dollar sign at the beginning of Stephanie
Mula
[Hook:]
I see money in my crystal ball
I'm bout to bust open this crystal ball
What up nigga?
Ringtone 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls
Countin' money, listenin' to 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls
Got stuff walkin' round in the house
And I'm a dog and I'm in my drawers
I mean can I ball
I don't mean no home
I don't need no home
But niggas got their hands out and I don't read no palms
[Stephanie Acevedo:]
Spendin' spaniel, wasted cause my nigga hustle for me
I'm outchea with my girls and we turnin' up for nothin'
So close with all my brothers and so far away from ugly
Racin' in my new car, I see new friends actin' funny
Spendin' spaniel, wasted cause my nigga hustle for me
Break my heart? I break the bank boy, I'm Young Money
All these niggas round me are my brothers, are my brothers
They'll kill anybody if they fuck with me, I love 'em
They'll kill anybody if they fuck with me, I love 'em
All these niggas round me are my brothers
Break my heart? I break the bank boy, I'm Young Money
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
I be gettin' to the money
She crazy for the dick and I'm addicted to the money
It's a dirty world and my cup too, it's so muddy
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
My lighter talkin' crazy, I done listened to the money
She crazy bout this dick and I'm addicted to the money
I gotta watch that bitch, she must be in it for the money
Long story short, I'mma pimp before a dummy
I done got high expectations from the six packs and my money
If I don't get my check, I'm gonna be chin-checkin' for nothin'
If I don't get my check, I'm gonna be chin-checkin' in public
Long story short, I'm just gettin' to the money
Long story short, I'mma keep it short and sweet
I get to the money, I don't let it get to me
All my niggas ballin', it's the way this shit should be
I pull up on my darlin' and I let her dick and leave
She'll thank you for comin'
I'll put that dick in her stomach
You put that cash on the dresser for her
You take the bitch out to restaurants
You took the bitch out the reservoir
And took the bitch straight to the fuckin' mall
I get higher than cholesterol
I see money in my crystal ball
[Hook:]
I see money in my crystal ball
Only answer when my niggas call
Hello, what up nigga
Ringtone 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls
Countin' money, listenin' to 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls
Got stuff walkin' round in the house
And I'm a dog and I'm in my drawers
I mean can I ball
I don't mean no home
I don't need no home
But niggas got their hands out and I don't read no palms
I know these niggas is pussy
I know these niggas is pussy
I know these niggas is lookin'
I know these niggas is payin' attention
I know these bitches got bad intentions
But I just want my money
I just want my money
Got 'em
I'm startin' to feel like wavin' shotties
Started from the bottom, nigga
[Stephanie Acevedo:]
Tryna break me off, you better break me off some money
Talkin' bout you love me? Better show me with the money
Show up at my door? Better show up with the money
Take me somewhere nice? It better be private and sunny
I got what you want, you got what I need
I just take the check and let you take the lead
I might take some shots, I might hit the weed
Put a dollar sign at the beginning of Stephanie
Mula
[Hook:]
I see money in my crystal ball
I'm bout to bust open this crystal ball
What up nigga?
Ringtone 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls
Countin' money, listenin' to 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls
Got stuff walkin' round in the house
And I'm a dog and I'm in my drawers
I mean can I ball
I don't mean no home
I don't need no home
But niggas got their hands out and I don't read no palms
[Stephanie Acevedo:]
Spendin' spaniel, wasted cause my nigga hustle for me
I'm outchea with my girls and we turnin' up for nothin'
So close with all my brothers and so far away from ugly
Racin' in my new car, I see new friends actin' funny
Spendin' spaniel, wasted cause my nigga hustle for me
Break my heart? I break the bank boy, I'm Young Money
All these niggas round me are my brothers, are my brothers
They'll kill anybody if they fuck with me, I love 'em
They'll kill anybody if they fuck with me, I love 'em
All these niggas round me are my brothers
Break my heart? I break the bank boy, I'm Young Money
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
Long story short, I be gettin' to the money
I be gettin' to the money
Diamonds Dancing lyrics - Lil Wayne
Smoking on strong, money long, we don't reason
Probably with my niggas, but my bitch Polynesian
Met this bad little broad, she was curvy
Sipped out in the middle of the day I started early
Balling in the middle of the trap, we ain't worried
Middle finger up to the judge and I'm smirking
Bring your squad cause you know my gang with me
Drop the top on the car, let the tints breathe
Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds snatching
Michael Myers, Norman Bates, Charles Manson
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas cashing
We fight time and time and time and time and time and time
Again
[Hook:]
I told my plug "You know what I need
From you when I get on
Yeah, uh
Two bricks, a triple beam and a phone
So I can make a storm like I usually do"
Banging with my friends, nigga that's Soo-woo
Calicoe spit like a Uzi do
You'll be so hard to identify when you're
Hit up from your arms to your corns and still bleeding
All my niggas children of the corn like Stephen
King - I met this broad she was curvy
Bitch started twerking when them whips start urr-ing
Getting money since 'Got Money'
And if you real you could vouch for me
I still need my Block Is Hot money
I ain't fucking with these pussies like they got something
Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping
[Hook:]
I told my plug "You know what I need
From you when I get on
Yeah
Two bricks, a triple beam and a phone
So I can make a storm like I usually do"
Bad bitch on my arm that's my new lil boo
Pussy be so warm and it's Juicy Fruit
Trampoline on this dick, I got her twat jumping
Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping
Vaseline on a brick in case the cops coming
Trafficking with the work in her bra for me
Wearing lingerie and heels round the house for me
Wearing lingerie and heels round the house for me
All these bitches try'na chill then thaw out for me
Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping
Got the block
We sipping that dirty
We sipping that dirty
We sipping that dirty
We sipping that dirty, you know
Yeah
This Gat pointed at your nose, nigga
That vest can’t save your soul, no
We sipping that dirty, yeah
We doing them dirty
Haven't even heard from you
You left the kids by they self
They haven't even heard from you
We put your wig on the shelf
We unstable, yeah
We unstable, yeah
Your mama be afraid of us
They haven't even heard from you, now they gotta search for you
We unstable, yeah
It ain't looking too good for you, too good for you
You're ungrateful, yeah
That's why I switched label, yeah
I gotta live for myself, yeah
I gotta give to myself, yeah
Look at all the shit I gave you, yeah
Look what I did for myself
I never hid from myself
I ain't got no ceilings, yeah
I ain't got no feelings for them niggas, no
I don't want no dealings with them niggas, no
Ungrateful
Probably with my niggas, but my bitch Polynesian
Met this bad little broad, she was curvy
Sipped out in the middle of the day I started early
Balling in the middle of the trap, we ain't worried
Middle finger up to the judge and I'm smirking
Bring your squad cause you know my gang with me
Drop the top on the car, let the tints breathe
Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds snatching
Michael Myers, Norman Bates, Charles Manson
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas cashing
We fight time and time and time and time and time and time
Again
[Hook:]
I told my plug "You know what I need
From you when I get on
Yeah, uh
Two bricks, a triple beam and a phone
So I can make a storm like I usually do"
Banging with my friends, nigga that's Soo-woo
Calicoe spit like a Uzi do
You'll be so hard to identify when you're
Hit up from your arms to your corns and still bleeding
All my niggas children of the corn like Stephen
King - I met this broad she was curvy
Bitch started twerking when them whips start urr-ing
Getting money since 'Got Money'
And if you real you could vouch for me
I still need my Block Is Hot money
I ain't fucking with these pussies like they got something
Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping
[Hook:]
I told my plug "You know what I need
From you when I get on
Yeah
Two bricks, a triple beam and a phone
So I can make a storm like I usually do"
Bad bitch on my arm that's my new lil boo
Pussy be so warm and it's Juicy Fruit
Trampoline on this dick, I got her twat jumping
Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping
Vaseline on a brick in case the cops coming
Trafficking with the work in her bra for me
Wearing lingerie and heels round the house for me
Wearing lingerie and heels round the house for me
All these bitches try'na chill then thaw out for me
Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping
Got the block
We sipping that dirty
We sipping that dirty
We sipping that dirty
We sipping that dirty, you know
Yeah
This Gat pointed at your nose, nigga
That vest can’t save your soul, no
We sipping that dirty, yeah
We doing them dirty
Haven't even heard from you
You left the kids by they self
They haven't even heard from you
We put your wig on the shelf
We unstable, yeah
We unstable, yeah
Your mama be afraid of us
They haven't even heard from you, now they gotta search for you
We unstable, yeah
It ain't looking too good for you, too good for you
You're ungrateful, yeah
That's why I switched label, yeah
I gotta live for myself, yeah
I gotta give to myself, yeah
Look at all the shit I gave you, yeah
Look what I did for myself
I never hid from myself
I ain't got no ceilings, yeah
I ain't got no feelings for them niggas, no
I don't want no dealings with them niggas, no
Ungrateful
No Days Off lyrics - Lil Wayne
Face ass
Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam, yeah
Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my, yeah
Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam
Doin' all this dirt and never plantin' seeds
Fuckin' all these hoes and never wifin' one
Fuckin' all these hoes I bet your wife is one
Fuckin' all these hoes and wifin' all of 'em
They say Tunechi hit the coke and I say aw, fuck it
Then I pull the molly out and look what I got
Then she stick her tongue out like some high tops
Then she stick her tongue out like some high tops
Eyes blush all red like she saw a crop
Flag blush all red, when we mob out
Shoot you right up in your head between your eye brows
And then my young niggas break in your trap house
Trigger finger ichin' like it's in an ant pile
I'm just sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam
Standin' and speakin' could be so challenging
Got these niggas in save mode
They know I'm in ape mode
They don't come up to my cage close
Whats the code to that safe though?
Get the chips and dip like queso
Body niggas then lay low
Don't come out til that case closed
Snortin' lines til her face froze
Sittin' on top of yayo
Sittin' on bread like mayo
Like butter on top of beagle
Like tomatoes or egg yo
Hustle like I'm dead broke
Bullshit got my head hurt
Tec-9 in my pants leg
I'm limpin' harder than Fred Durst
I just wanna tie you to the bed and give you head girl
I don't have a problem leaving gun over your head girl
I'mma make it storm on your head girl
Goin' hard, gettin' laid all day
Been goin' hard all day
Pussy nigga would fuck with me
Then I Blow the candles out on my cake
I blow your head off, no call or no stray
No barkin' dogs or stray
I just ordered all the D'usse
Blow a hundred G's without panicking
My homie trafficking, he just savaging
I'm really playin' with money, you just tampering
You playin' with your life, why you gambling?
I'm fuckin' on your wife while you scrambling
I say who this pussy for, she say your majesty
I pull out a bag of white and she hit that and sneeze
She gone cut that nigga off, he an amputee
Now she really bout that life
She the one for me
And every time we see the lights
She hold that gun for me
And every time a package come she sample some for me
She ain't no actress but I got her actin' up for me
And all my niggas in cake mode
All my niggas in Tec mode
Red beam on your face, you look like Rudolph with the red nose
Tunechi rockin' red gold
Slit my wrists and I bled gold
Quick to finnessee a bitch
My gift of gab came with a red bow
When I
Just wanna tie you to the bed and give you head girl
And I, I know I'm probably going over your head girl
And fuck your nigga
He ain't doin' shit, I done said worse
Dirty south, that red dirt
Drop down with that work boy
You ain't leavin' here til I weigh it first
Time to make your burst
Oh, lil mama with the head work
She suck my dick till my leg thirst
She swallow that shit, damn burp
Swallow that shit, damn burp
I fucked her best friend first
Her boyfriend be gettin' on her last nerve
Pussy ass nigga need a pap smear
Pussy ass nigga need a pap smear
All my niggas need cash first
Fresh pair of Vans and a plaid shirt
Skateboard, snowboard, and surf
Ridin' on my wave all day
Squad boys all day
Wish a nigga would fuck with us
We'll put a smile off of his face
And play it all day
Jose chop you up
Put your body parts in the freezer, we got supper for months
Yeah, and I'm just fuckin' all these hoes and never wifin' one
I'm just Fuckin' all these hoes I bet your wife is one
Tell your ho, I said last night was fun
Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam, yeah
Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my, yeah
Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam
Doin' all this dirt and never plantin' seeds
Fuckin' all these hoes and never wifin' one
Fuckin' all these hoes I bet your wife is one
Fuckin' all these hoes and wifin' all of 'em
They say Tunechi hit the coke and I say aw, fuck it
Then I pull the molly out and look what I got
Then she stick her tongue out like some high tops
Then she stick her tongue out like some high tops
Eyes blush all red like she saw a crop
Flag blush all red, when we mob out
Shoot you right up in your head between your eye brows
And then my young niggas break in your trap house
Trigger finger ichin' like it's in an ant pile
I'm just sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam
Standin' and speakin' could be so challenging
Got these niggas in save mode
They know I'm in ape mode
They don't come up to my cage close
Whats the code to that safe though?
Get the chips and dip like queso
Body niggas then lay low
Don't come out til that case closed
Snortin' lines til her face froze
Sittin' on top of yayo
Sittin' on bread like mayo
Like butter on top of beagle
Like tomatoes or egg yo
Hustle like I'm dead broke
Bullshit got my head hurt
Tec-9 in my pants leg
I'm limpin' harder than Fred Durst
I just wanna tie you to the bed and give you head girl
I don't have a problem leaving gun over your head girl
I'mma make it storm on your head girl
Goin' hard, gettin' laid all day
Been goin' hard all day
Pussy nigga would fuck with me
Then I Blow the candles out on my cake
I blow your head off, no call or no stray
No barkin' dogs or stray
I just ordered all the D'usse
Blow a hundred G's without panicking
My homie trafficking, he just savaging
I'm really playin' with money, you just tampering
You playin' with your life, why you gambling?
I'm fuckin' on your wife while you scrambling
I say who this pussy for, she say your majesty
I pull out a bag of white and she hit that and sneeze
She gone cut that nigga off, he an amputee
Now she really bout that life
She the one for me
And every time we see the lights
She hold that gun for me
And every time a package come she sample some for me
She ain't no actress but I got her actin' up for me
And all my niggas in cake mode
All my niggas in Tec mode
Red beam on your face, you look like Rudolph with the red nose
Tunechi rockin' red gold
Slit my wrists and I bled gold
Quick to finnessee a bitch
My gift of gab came with a red bow
When I
Just wanna tie you to the bed and give you head girl
And I, I know I'm probably going over your head girl
And fuck your nigga
He ain't doin' shit, I done said worse
Dirty south, that red dirt
Drop down with that work boy
You ain't leavin' here til I weigh it first
Time to make your burst
Oh, lil mama with the head work
She suck my dick till my leg thirst
She swallow that shit, damn burp
Swallow that shit, damn burp
I fucked her best friend first
Her boyfriend be gettin' on her last nerve
Pussy ass nigga need a pap smear
Pussy ass nigga need a pap smear
All my niggas need cash first
Fresh pair of Vans and a plaid shirt
Skateboard, snowboard, and surf
Ridin' on my wave all day
Squad boys all day
Wish a nigga would fuck with us
We'll put a smile off of his face
And play it all day
Jose chop you up
Put your body parts in the freezer, we got supper for months
Yeah, and I'm just fuckin' all these hoes and never wifin' one
I'm just Fuckin' all these hoes I bet your wife is one
Tell your ho, I said last night was fun
The Hills lyrics - Lil Wayne
Your man on the low talkin' to po-po
I just poured a 4, I'm moving slow-mo
You just tryna get me out my Polo
The sex look even better on the Go-Pro
I already know you go commando
You ridin' me, the Magnum is your saddle
Find out I was cummin' and you swallow
And let me stick my thumb up in your asshole
We still get them chickens for the low low
Pistols got us slippin' like we old folks
I know all my bitches is some homos
All my young niggas got them old souls
We some young niggas with some old money
You that one nigga, let me hold somethin'
And we got that white girl if your nose runnin'
In the middle of the summer sellin' snow bunnies
I already know you go commando
Me and all my goons up in the bando
I just popped two pills before I saw you
You gon' have to drive my fuckin' Lambo
Xannies always send me off to dreamland
Head startin' to feelin' like a bean bag
I'm goin' through some bullshit at the moment
But all them mothafuckas know I'll be back
Pray so much a nigga need some kneepads
Sip so much a nigga need to relax
How the fuck they expect me to relax?
I got crocodile tears under this ski mask
I get so lit, I done forgot what I came to forget
I am a dog, not ashamed to admit
I'm finna pop me a pain pill and sip
I'm finna eat me a mushroom and trip
I'm finna pop with the AK and dip
I am just not from the Nae Nae and Whip
I'm finna pop me a pain pill and sip
And the pills have eyes, the pills have eyes
And they peek-a-boo at us
They seein' through, through us
It's like pills have eyes, the pills have lives
And they livin' through, through us
Livin' through
I was poured up and poppin' Xans last night
I just pulled up to blow some bands, fast life
I'm so fucked up and now you fuck with me
When you feel me
When I'm cuffed up, that's the real me
When I'm cuffed up, that's the real me, yeah
She wasn't fuckin' with your ass last night
I was all up in that bitch ass last night
I did my thing and now she fuck with me
And she feel me
When I'm turnt up, that's the real me
When I'm turnt up, that's the real me, yeah
Me and all my goons in the bando
Listenin' to some old school Jay and Jaz-O
Just got new cocaine before I saw you
You gon' have to take a fuckin' sample
Listenin' to some old school Jay and Jaz-O
And we still get the cocaine from Fernando
Prescriptions got me feelin' beaucoup shallow
I ain't got no ceilings in my castle
No Ceilings!
I just poured a 4, I'm moving slow-mo
You just tryna get me out my Polo
The sex look even better on the Go-Pro
I already know you go commando
You ridin' me, the Magnum is your saddle
Find out I was cummin' and you swallow
And let me stick my thumb up in your asshole
We still get them chickens for the low low
Pistols got us slippin' like we old folks
I know all my bitches is some homos
All my young niggas got them old souls
We some young niggas with some old money
You that one nigga, let me hold somethin'
And we got that white girl if your nose runnin'
In the middle of the summer sellin' snow bunnies
I already know you go commando
Me and all my goons up in the bando
I just popped two pills before I saw you
You gon' have to drive my fuckin' Lambo
Xannies always send me off to dreamland
Head startin' to feelin' like a bean bag
I'm goin' through some bullshit at the moment
But all them mothafuckas know I'll be back
Pray so much a nigga need some kneepads
Sip so much a nigga need to relax
How the fuck they expect me to relax?
I got crocodile tears under this ski mask
I get so lit, I done forgot what I came to forget
I am a dog, not ashamed to admit
I'm finna pop me a pain pill and sip
I'm finna eat me a mushroom and trip
I'm finna pop with the AK and dip
I am just not from the Nae Nae and Whip
I'm finna pop me a pain pill and sip
And the pills have eyes, the pills have eyes
And they peek-a-boo at us
They seein' through, through us
It's like pills have eyes, the pills have lives
And they livin' through, through us
Livin' through
I was poured up and poppin' Xans last night
I just pulled up to blow some bands, fast life
I'm so fucked up and now you fuck with me
When you feel me
When I'm cuffed up, that's the real me
When I'm cuffed up, that's the real me, yeah
She wasn't fuckin' with your ass last night
I was all up in that bitch ass last night
I did my thing and now she fuck with me
And she feel me
When I'm turnt up, that's the real me
When I'm turnt up, that's the real me, yeah
Me and all my goons in the bando
Listenin' to some old school Jay and Jaz-O
Just got new cocaine before I saw you
You gon' have to take a fuckin' sample
Listenin' to some old school Jay and Jaz-O
And we still get the cocaine from Fernando
Prescriptions got me feelin' beaucoup shallow
I ain't got no ceilings in my castle
No Ceilings!
"Free Weezy Album" (2015)
- Glory lyrics - Lil Wayne
- He's Dead lyrics - Lil Wayne
- I Feel Good lyrics - Lil Wayne
- My Heart Races On lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jake Troth)
- London Roads lyrics - Lil Wayne
- I'm That Nigga lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. HoodyBaby)
- Psycho lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Leah Hayes)
- Murda lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Cory Gunz, Capo & Junior Reid)
- Thinking Bout You lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Without You lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Bibi Bourelly)
- Post Bail Ballin' lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Pull Up lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Euro)
- Living Right lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Wiz Khalifa)
- White Girl lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jeezy)
- Pick Up Your Heart lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Street Chains lyrics - Lil Wayne
Glory lyrics - Lil Wayne
Woo, this that shit they didn’t want me on
I’m ‘bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
The garbage man puttin' on cologne around my room
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
I'm not accuser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long
I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
But all this fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
Lord, oh, Lord
Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless
My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em
I’m ‘bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
The garbage man puttin' on cologne around my room
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory
I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
I'm not accuser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long
I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
But all this fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
Lord, oh, Lord
Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless
My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em
He's Dead lyrics - Lil Wayne
Dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead, sir
He's dead chap, that man's dead back there
It's worst that dead, his brain is gone
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that
I never see your crazy face (Mula)
Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
Dead man walkin', through a dead plant garden
Red ants army, Caveman Spartan
Die, come back to life, shaved and corporate
I paved and carved it, made man forfeit
Laid and chalked him, I slaved then bossed it
I don't need flowers around my grave, I need maids and doormen
We not one and the same;
Casper the Friendly, Tunechi Cobain
Ask how I'm livin', I can't complain
Like, it's hot in hell, but it never rain
Shit never sweet, him never changed
I will always be the MF'er Wayne
I been lost conscious, I never regain
Bitches wanna sleep with my remains, lord
Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie
I just double parked the hearse by a fire hydrant
They throw flowers on my body, allergic to pollen
Rest in peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten, no
I never see your crazy face (You don't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You don't see me, nigga, no)
I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You can't see me, nigga, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (You can't see me, nigga, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (I'm the muthafuckin' ghost)
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
Dead man walkin', the weed I'm sparkin'
Stank like corpses, got a young nigga coughin'
I was larger than life, should've got a bigger coffin
Bad bitches in my coffin, suck dick 'til they cough
How long will they mourn me?, I had a Rolls Royce Ghost
Now I'm feelin like that motherfucka comin' back to haunt me
We are not one and the same;
I fumble my brain, I'm nothin' but strange
I punctured my veins, I'm loving the pain
I'm ugly and vain, now go get that shovel and dump it on Wayne
Throw dirt on my name, picture on a shirt instead of a frame
I'm dead as a doorknob and I got it locked
So fuck every key on your key chain, boy
Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie
I don't know if I'm comin' or going, Lord, I'm undecided
Throw flowers on my body, you allergic to pollen
Rest in peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten, no
I never see your crazy face (Ohhh)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You don't see me, nigga, no)
I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You can't see me, nigga, no, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (You can't see me, nigga, no, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (I'm the muthafuckin' ghost)
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
That man's dead back there
It's worst that dead, his brain is gone
He's dead chap, that man's dead back there
It's worst that dead, his brain is gone
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that
I never see your crazy face (Mula)
Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
Dead man walkin', through a dead plant garden
Red ants army, Caveman Spartan
Die, come back to life, shaved and corporate
I paved and carved it, made man forfeit
Laid and chalked him, I slaved then bossed it
I don't need flowers around my grave, I need maids and doormen
We not one and the same;
Casper the Friendly, Tunechi Cobain
Ask how I'm livin', I can't complain
Like, it's hot in hell, but it never rain
Shit never sweet, him never changed
I will always be the MF'er Wayne
I been lost conscious, I never regain
Bitches wanna sleep with my remains, lord
Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie
I just double parked the hearse by a fire hydrant
They throw flowers on my body, allergic to pollen
Rest in peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten, no
I never see your crazy face (You don't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You don't see me, nigga, no)
I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You can't see me, nigga, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (You can't see me, nigga, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (I'm the muthafuckin' ghost)
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead
Dead man walkin', the weed I'm sparkin'
Stank like corpses, got a young nigga coughin'
I was larger than life, should've got a bigger coffin
Bad bitches in my coffin, suck dick 'til they cough
How long will they mourn me?, I had a Rolls Royce Ghost
Now I'm feelin like that motherfucka comin' back to haunt me
We are not one and the same;
I fumble my brain, I'm nothin' but strange
I punctured my veins, I'm loving the pain
I'm ugly and vain, now go get that shovel and dump it on Wayne
Throw dirt on my name, picture on a shirt instead of a frame
I'm dead as a doorknob and I got it locked
So fuck every key on your key chain, boy
Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie
I don't know if I'm comin' or going, Lord, I'm undecided
Throw flowers on my body, you allergic to pollen
Rest in peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten, no
I never see your crazy face (Ohhh)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You don't see me, nigga, no)
I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga)
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You can't see me, nigga, no, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (You can't see me, nigga, no, no)
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (I'm the muthafuckin' ghost)
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I never see your crazy face
Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that
That man's dead back there
It's worst that dead, his brain is gone
I Feel Good lyrics - Lil Wayne
Tunechi, baby
Lord I think I'm ballin' too hard
And my girlfriend think she too much, all she do is get pretty
I get shit faced, don't we make a cute couple?
To a broke heart we look like 2 bucks
I gotta posse full of hittas and a pocket full of In God We Trust
It's been so long since I said "It cost too much"
I'm so addicted to the fast money lifestyle and withdrawal sucks
And dead presidents act immortal, but I know you see money's not a problem
Bald like a butch bitch
Let's go on a shopping spree, take that shit to Goodwill
Money in the shoebox, what's up with all these shoeboxes?
Baby I'm my own boss, "Dwayne you gon' get you fired"
But I feel Good, I knew that I would, yeah, I feel Good
I'm smoking that good, I feel good my girl got that good, yeah
Girl your pussy so good
And these hoes is no good
But I got you, yeah
Girl your pussy so good
And these hoes is no good
But I got you, yeah
(Tunechi, baby, yeah)
They say "Boy put some money aside," "Don't tell me what to do with mine"
All my kids already rich and they kids, and they kids
They think money grow on trees and as tall as they grew I climbed
Knock knock "Who's There?" Ha
I told the bitch it's just money the road can get a lil bumpy
So on the low I got that blow and ya know it's gon' feel like a trumpet
I'm going home to my lil mama, she call me Big Poppa, she get hard dick and McDonalds
Cause she so tired of them Whoppers
I fucked her good so proper, she say my name in opera
I turn into a piranha and eat it like tilapia
She know I'm going through a lot so she say my name in Gospel
No weapon formed against Weezy shall prosper and
And I feel good, yeah I knew that I would, yeah and I'm still hood yeah
Shoutout to my hood, I was sick of stunnin' but I feel cured
Leave yo ass in the woods, yeah and these hoes is no good, no good but I got a few, yeah
These hoes is no good, these hoes is no good but fuck it I got you, fuck 'em I got you
And I feel good
Tunechi, baby, I feel good
Like diamonds on wood, yeah, I feel good my girl got that good girl, yeah
Girl yo pussy so good and these hoes is no good, but I got you yeah
Lord I think I'm ballin' too hard
And my girlfriend think she too much, all she do is get pretty
I get shit faced, don't we make a cute couple?
To a broke heart we look like 2 bucks
I gotta posse full of hittas and a pocket full of In God We Trust
It's been so long since I said "It cost too much"
I'm so addicted to the fast money lifestyle and withdrawal sucks
And dead presidents act immortal, but I know you see money's not a problem
Bald like a butch bitch
Let's go on a shopping spree, take that shit to Goodwill
Money in the shoebox, what's up with all these shoeboxes?
Baby I'm my own boss, "Dwayne you gon' get you fired"
But I feel Good, I knew that I would, yeah, I feel Good
I'm smoking that good, I feel good my girl got that good, yeah
Girl your pussy so good
And these hoes is no good
But I got you, yeah
Girl your pussy so good
And these hoes is no good
But I got you, yeah
(Tunechi, baby, yeah)
They say "Boy put some money aside," "Don't tell me what to do with mine"
All my kids already rich and they kids, and they kids
They think money grow on trees and as tall as they grew I climbed
Knock knock "Who's There?" Ha
I told the bitch it's just money the road can get a lil bumpy
So on the low I got that blow and ya know it's gon' feel like a trumpet
I'm going home to my lil mama, she call me Big Poppa, she get hard dick and McDonalds
Cause she so tired of them Whoppers
I fucked her good so proper, she say my name in opera
I turn into a piranha and eat it like tilapia
She know I'm going through a lot so she say my name in Gospel
No weapon formed against Weezy shall prosper and
And I feel good, yeah I knew that I would, yeah and I'm still hood yeah
Shoutout to my hood, I was sick of stunnin' but I feel cured
Leave yo ass in the woods, yeah and these hoes is no good, no good but I got a few, yeah
These hoes is no good, these hoes is no good but fuck it I got you, fuck 'em I got you
And I feel good
Tunechi, baby, I feel good
Like diamonds on wood, yeah, I feel good my girl got that good girl, yeah
Girl yo pussy so good and these hoes is no good, but I got you yeah
My Heart Races On lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jake Troth)
[Jake Troth:]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us
Love only lasts if my heart races on
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster
‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
I'm racing on it, on
I'm racing on, if my heart races on
[Lil Wayne:]
Uh, I'm priceless, remember me like they remember the Titans
Reality bit me and continue to bite me
Got no degree but where I'm from, that’s the original climate
Where you can’t tell a fiend a crack rock isn’t a diamond
Hold on, Lord if my Bugatti come to a dead end
I've already been everywhere except heaven
And tomorrow’s not promised, when I'm gone but not forgotten
I hope my homies calming down my momma, Lord
I guess I'll see you on that other side
Where the flowers never die, the angels never lie
Yeah, the revolution will be televised
I just hope my contribution will be memorized
Oh, momma hate I got my daddy’s eyes
Never looked into my daddy’s eyes, he ain't have the time
Fuck him, the revolution will be televised
I just hope my contribution will be memorized
[Jake Troth (Lil Wayne):]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us (Hold on)
Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on)
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on)
‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
I'm racing on if (I'm gone), on (I'm gone)
I'm racing on, if (I'm gone), my heart races on
[Lil Wayne:]
Uh, Tunechi you an angel
Must be here for a reason, and that might be the main one
Fuck it, I'm making money before making changes
I sold my soul to the devil, he bought it then exchanged it
Fuck it, I'm working bitch, I know you see me working
Searching for better days, before a better person
I'm perfect, just ask my bitch and she’ll say that’s so urgent
I purchased, my children gifts and I just keep the curses
Yeah, my heart right and my head ain't, cause I'm never in my right mind
But I'm Einstein when I do think, and I grew wings
If you catch a feather just keep it, and I’ll be racing on
No short cuts, no cheating
[Jake Troth (Lil Wayne):]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us (Hold on)
Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on)
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on)
‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
(My heart right and my head ain't)
I'm racing on if (I'm gone), on, (I'm gone)
I'm racing on, if (I'm gone)
My (There’s nothing left but to fly, if you catch a feather just keep it) heart races on
[Lil Wayne:]
This morning I woke up on my good side
Life is just a race against time so have a good time
Heart racing, thoughts racing, competition, goodbye
I turn around, run backwards to see what second place look like
Oh Lord, what are we running from?
The police cause they already killed enough of us
Stay out them streets cause they don’t fuck with us, they hunting us
We in a race against racists, that’s a color run
I keep my feet above the ground, we gon' run the town
Heart racing on, beat, beat, beating, knock and pound
Love marathon, getting deeper by the mile
I see no finish line, on your mark, set, pow
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us
Love only lasts if my heart races on
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster
‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
I'm racing on it, on
I'm racing on, if my heart races on
[Lil Wayne:]
Uh, I'm priceless, remember me like they remember the Titans
Reality bit me and continue to bite me
Got no degree but where I'm from, that’s the original climate
Where you can’t tell a fiend a crack rock isn’t a diamond
Hold on, Lord if my Bugatti come to a dead end
I've already been everywhere except heaven
And tomorrow’s not promised, when I'm gone but not forgotten
I hope my homies calming down my momma, Lord
I guess I'll see you on that other side
Where the flowers never die, the angels never lie
Yeah, the revolution will be televised
I just hope my contribution will be memorized
Oh, momma hate I got my daddy’s eyes
Never looked into my daddy’s eyes, he ain't have the time
Fuck him, the revolution will be televised
I just hope my contribution will be memorized
[Jake Troth (Lil Wayne):]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us (Hold on)
Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on)
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on)
‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
I'm racing on if (I'm gone), on (I'm gone)
I'm racing on, if (I'm gone), my heart races on
[Lil Wayne:]
Uh, Tunechi you an angel
Must be here for a reason, and that might be the main one
Fuck it, I'm making money before making changes
I sold my soul to the devil, he bought it then exchanged it
Fuck it, I'm working bitch, I know you see me working
Searching for better days, before a better person
I'm perfect, just ask my bitch and she’ll say that’s so urgent
I purchased, my children gifts and I just keep the curses
Yeah, my heart right and my head ain't, cause I'm never in my right mind
But I'm Einstein when I do think, and I grew wings
If you catch a feather just keep it, and I’ll be racing on
No short cuts, no cheating
[Jake Troth (Lil Wayne):]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us (Hold on)
Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on)
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on)
‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
(My heart right and my head ain't)
I'm racing on if (I'm gone), on, (I'm gone)
I'm racing on, if (I'm gone)
My (There’s nothing left but to fly, if you catch a feather just keep it) heart races on
[Lil Wayne:]
This morning I woke up on my good side
Life is just a race against time so have a good time
Heart racing, thoughts racing, competition, goodbye
I turn around, run backwards to see what second place look like
Oh Lord, what are we running from?
The police cause they already killed enough of us
Stay out them streets cause they don’t fuck with us, they hunting us
We in a race against racists, that’s a color run
I keep my feet above the ground, we gon' run the town
Heart racing on, beat, beat, beating, knock and pound
Love marathon, getting deeper by the mile
I see no finish line, on your mark, set, pow
London Roads lyrics - Lil Wayne
(Weed and syrup, yeah)
All I know is paper, I don't know these hoes
I like mouth in my lap, and pussy on my nose
And I'm bringin' home the bacon, it's fryin' on the stove
You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road
Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine
And I swear everyday I'm on my Ariana grind
Erase I got that yay, I got that ladidadida
And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan
Lord I'm a free man like I come from Amistad
Know I come from Hollygrove, turnin' o's to octagons
I get money while I'm sleep, I dream that I'm in heaven
I dreamed I saw Lil Beezy, and smoked a gar with Wessy
All my niggas rest in peace, and my enemies rest pleasant
So when my niggas creep they catch 'em when they least expect 'em
Momma told me if you run these streets, run these streets correctly
Well feet don't fail me now I never knew my feet to test me
Lord knows, I wear new clothes to the mall
Two hoes on my arm, fur boots when it's warm
Church shoes to play ball
We spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog
Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't hear me
All I love is paper, I don't love these hoes
Boy that vest won't save you, neither will heroes
Lord he better hope you save him, better catch the holy ghost
Holy moly hockey mask like Halloween like OVO
Lord all I know is strippers, all they know is poles
All they sell is pussy, cause they been sold their soul
Boy you go 0 to 60, I go 1 and 2 zero's
Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold
Lord all I know is paper, big fat money rolls
Look at how big my safe is, that bitch got double doors
I was runnin' outta patience, 'til I heard "All aboard"
They mad cause I be skatin' at home on marble floors
Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway
I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake
God damn, a pint of lean almost 5k
I be spendin' 25k every 5 days
I sent my girl on a spa day cause Hood just came with them chickens
I don't want you in the house bae
Plus we need the kitchen, Lord, trap house in abundance
We got trap houses in London, y'all don't hear me
Hol' up, had to switch the flow up, had to pour up, roll some more up
Watch me go up, my doors go up, when I show up, why you show up?
Pick my bro up, pick a O up, hit the store up, get a soda
Get us 4 cups, split a 4 up, then we slow up, yeah you know us
Then we toast cups and we post up, don't approach us, we got toasters
That's my slime like we ghost bust and we both bust, give no fucks
Take no stuff and take your stuff, then ho hunt for some choca
I know a ho who'll rock the boat, but I row her, I'm Noah Lord
I remember when I was no one Lord
When I couldn't find jack in no ones cards
Ms. Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer
Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimetres oh Lord
I remember dyin' on her room floor
And wakin' up in some police's arms
He died recent, so I hope heaven made more room for him
And I hope he see me, cause if he didn't save that lil boy there would be no Weezy oh Lord
All I know is paper, I don't know these hoes
I like mouth in my lap, and pussy on my nose
And I'm bringin' home the bacon, it's fryin' on the stove
You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road
Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine
And I swear everyday I'm on my Ariana grind
Erase I got that yay, I got that ladidadida
And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan
Lord I'm a free man like I come from Amistad
Know I come from Hollygrove, turnin' o's to octagons
I get money while I'm sleep, I dream that I'm in heaven
I dreamed I saw Lil Beezy, and smoked a gar with Wessy
All my niggas rest in peace, and my enemies rest pleasant
So when my niggas creep they catch 'em when they least expect 'em
Momma told me if you run these streets, run these streets correctly
Well feet don't fail me now I never knew my feet to test me
Lord knows, I wear new clothes to the mall
Two hoes on my arm, fur boots when it's warm
Church shoes to play ball
We spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog
Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't hear me
All I love is paper, I don't love these hoes
Boy that vest won't save you, neither will heroes
Lord he better hope you save him, better catch the holy ghost
Holy moly hockey mask like Halloween like OVO
Lord all I know is strippers, all they know is poles
All they sell is pussy, cause they been sold their soul
Boy you go 0 to 60, I go 1 and 2 zero's
Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold
Lord all I know is paper, big fat money rolls
Look at how big my safe is, that bitch got double doors
I was runnin' outta patience, 'til I heard "All aboard"
They mad cause I be skatin' at home on marble floors
Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway
I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake
God damn, a pint of lean almost 5k
I be spendin' 25k every 5 days
I sent my girl on a spa day cause Hood just came with them chickens
I don't want you in the house bae
Plus we need the kitchen, Lord, trap house in abundance
We got trap houses in London, y'all don't hear me
Hol' up, had to switch the flow up, had to pour up, roll some more up
Watch me go up, my doors go up, when I show up, why you show up?
Pick my bro up, pick a O up, hit the store up, get a soda
Get us 4 cups, split a 4 up, then we slow up, yeah you know us
Then we toast cups and we post up, don't approach us, we got toasters
That's my slime like we ghost bust and we both bust, give no fucks
Take no stuff and take your stuff, then ho hunt for some choca
I know a ho who'll rock the boat, but I row her, I'm Noah Lord
I remember when I was no one Lord
When I couldn't find jack in no ones cards
Ms. Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer
Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimetres oh Lord
I remember dyin' on her room floor
And wakin' up in some police's arms
He died recent, so I hope heaven made more room for him
And I hope he see me, cause if he didn't save that lil boy there would be no Weezy oh Lord
I'm That Nigga lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. HoodyBaby)
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl fuck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, you love to hate
Crazy 'bout my money, pay me by the hundreds
I'm waitin', count it for me, I got all day nigga I ain't rushing'
Overpaid, fuck a budget, I'm overdue, I ain't budgin'
I want my bread, fuck the muffins, without my cream, I'm sour onion
I pour codeine in a LeBron Sprite
Pop a Percocet, I feel like Iron Mike
Strip club, I make 30k skydive
I get head on a high rise, my life awesome
I thank God momma didn't have an abortion
So every time I get paid she get a portion
I made a fortune, I'm havin' foursomes
Don’t have to force 'em
Cause I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
Fuck these niggas, on second thought baby don't fuck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, you love to hate
[HoodyBaby:]
Gon' berserk, I been whippin' the work
Grimy as fuck, I sell a brick in the church
Now baby pass me my Hammer, go bail my bro out the slammer
Soon as I pour up this Fanta, I'm kickin' ass in Atlanta
I'm in L.A. with some women, I'm in Miami with hoes
Go overseas with my woes, merci beaucoup I suppose
My ho on the globe, I'm pourin' the 4
They got coke on the table, they got dope on the floor
You're really reading me wrong, phone roamin' in Rome
It's like I set it in stone, we blowin' blunts of the strong
My safe like steak, I'm tryin' to filet mignon
What's left to say, I say we kill 'em and gone
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
Fuck these niggas, on second thought baby don't fuck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate, you love to hate
Crazy 'bout my money, psycho 'bout my money
Spiteful 'bout my money, snipe about my money
Kill you behind my money, I really need a lot of money
My bitch like nice things and my children grew out them Huggies
Yeah I pour codeine in a Jones soda
Pop a Percocet, I feel like Balboa
Roger that, 10-4, psh, man over
These sluts is on my nuts, I feel like granola
I pass time like a Backwood
I gets high off that good, but I land good
I'm flat-foot but dance good and kick ass good
These niggas can't hold me, I'm a handful
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl fuck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, you love to hate
Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga
Because I'm the nigga, the nigga
Because I'm the nigga, girl fuck these, girl fuck these niggas
On second thought baby don't fuck these niggas
Pullin' triggers, my home up diggers, don't try me nigga
Pullin' triggers, my come up figures, don't try me nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga that nigga, I'm not them niggas
I'm that nigga, that nigga that nigga, I'm the nigga, yeah
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl fuck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, you love to hate
Crazy 'bout my money, pay me by the hundreds
I'm waitin', count it for me, I got all day nigga I ain't rushing'
Overpaid, fuck a budget, I'm overdue, I ain't budgin'
I want my bread, fuck the muffins, without my cream, I'm sour onion
I pour codeine in a LeBron Sprite
Pop a Percocet, I feel like Iron Mike
Strip club, I make 30k skydive
I get head on a high rise, my life awesome
I thank God momma didn't have an abortion
So every time I get paid she get a portion
I made a fortune, I'm havin' foursomes
Don’t have to force 'em
Cause I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
Fuck these niggas, on second thought baby don't fuck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, you love to hate
[HoodyBaby:]
Gon' berserk, I been whippin' the work
Grimy as fuck, I sell a brick in the church
Now baby pass me my Hammer, go bail my bro out the slammer
Soon as I pour up this Fanta, I'm kickin' ass in Atlanta
I'm in L.A. with some women, I'm in Miami with hoes
Go overseas with my woes, merci beaucoup I suppose
My ho on the globe, I'm pourin' the 4
They got coke on the table, they got dope on the floor
You're really reading me wrong, phone roamin' in Rome
It's like I set it in stone, we blowin' blunts of the strong
My safe like steak, I'm tryin' to filet mignon
What's left to say, I say we kill 'em and gone
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
Fuck these niggas, on second thought baby don't fuck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate, you love to hate
Crazy 'bout my money, psycho 'bout my money
Spiteful 'bout my money, snipe about my money
Kill you behind my money, I really need a lot of money
My bitch like nice things and my children grew out them Huggies
Yeah I pour codeine in a Jones soda
Pop a Percocet, I feel like Balboa
Roger that, 10-4, psh, man over
These sluts is on my nuts, I feel like granola
I pass time like a Backwood
I gets high off that good, but I land good
I'm flat-foot but dance good and kick ass good
These niggas can't hold me, I'm a handful
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas
Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl fuck these niggas
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, you love to hate
Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga
Because I'm the nigga, the nigga
Because I'm the nigga, girl fuck these, girl fuck these niggas
On second thought baby don't fuck these niggas
Pullin' triggers, my home up diggers, don't try me nigga
Pullin' triggers, my come up figures, don't try me nigga
I'm that nigga, that nigga that nigga, I'm not them niggas
I'm that nigga, that nigga that nigga, I'm the nigga, yeah
Psycho lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Leah Hayes)
Psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
I never knew the girl would have me out here trippin'
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'
I thought I was whippin' till that pussy whipped me
I fell asleep in it like Whitney
I go hard for my baby, psycho ward for my baby
Swipe that card for my baby, body guard for my baby
Bobby Brown for my baby, lock it down for my baby
I knock that pussy out then I growl for my baby
Even psycho's need love too, I save all her text messages
I smell her panties while she in the bathroom
And taste whatever she left in them
I take pictures of her when she not lookin'
Study 'em microscopically
Marry me and then bury me and then bury her on top of me
I'm psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
Girl I'm so crazy for you, I left my old lady for ya
Now she done went crazy, you know she be hatin' on ya
Say she gon' be waitin' for me, but she gon' be waitin'
'Cause she know I'm crazy 'bout you
You got me all psychotic, girl I'm your patient
I'm just tryna kick it with ya, but I don't even know karate
But I know crazy
Crazy bout her attitude, crazy bout her shampoo
Jealous of her shadow dude, I'm crazy
Crazy bout her vaginal and every other avenue
Jump without a parachute, I'm crazy
Shoulda said I never do, if she says pleasure boo
Then it's my pleasure boo, you ain't gotta never move
Lookin' all edible, and I'm ready when you're ready to
You already knew
Girl you already know I ain't never lettin' go
I ain't never lettin' go
Addicted to your love a motherfucker need a Betty Ford
Your gon' have to cut me off with a sword
And if you ever leave me I ain't leavin' nothin' but a note
While I'm hangin' from the second floor
And when you don't come home then its vroom vroom vroom
Nigga ridin' round checkin' doors, oh lord
Psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
I never knew a girl would have me out here trippin'
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'
Psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
I never knew the girl would have me out here trippin'
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'
I thought I was whippin' till that pussy whipped me
I fell asleep in it like Whitney
I go hard for my baby, psycho ward for my baby
Swipe that card for my baby, body guard for my baby
Bobby Brown for my baby, lock it down for my baby
I knock that pussy out then I growl for my baby
Even psycho's need love too, I save all her text messages
I smell her panties while she in the bathroom
And taste whatever she left in them
I take pictures of her when she not lookin'
Study 'em microscopically
Marry me and then bury me and then bury her on top of me
I'm psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
Girl I'm so crazy for you, I left my old lady for ya
Now she done went crazy, you know she be hatin' on ya
Say she gon' be waitin' for me, but she gon' be waitin'
'Cause she know I'm crazy 'bout you
You got me all psychotic, girl I'm your patient
I'm just tryna kick it with ya, but I don't even know karate
But I know crazy
Crazy bout her attitude, crazy bout her shampoo
Jealous of her shadow dude, I'm crazy
Crazy bout her vaginal and every other avenue
Jump without a parachute, I'm crazy
Shoulda said I never do, if she says pleasure boo
Then it's my pleasure boo, you ain't gotta never move
Lookin' all edible, and I'm ready when you're ready to
You already knew
Girl you already know I ain't never lettin' go
I ain't never lettin' go
Addicted to your love a motherfucker need a Betty Ford
Your gon' have to cut me off with a sword
And if you ever leave me I ain't leavin' nothin' but a note
While I'm hangin' from the second floor
And when you don't come home then its vroom vroom vroom
Nigga ridin' round checkin' doors, oh lord
Psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
I never knew a girl would have me out here trippin'
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'
Psycho, you got me psycho
Baby come at me I'm not backing down
I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Subscribe To
Posts
All Comments