mixtape: No Ceilings 3: Side A (2020)

 

• V8
• B.B. King Freestyle
• Lamar
• For The Night
• Something Different
• Life Is Good
• Peggy Bundy
• Out West
• Church
• Comme De Garcon
• Deep End
• Drag 'Em
• Drive Bys
• FL4M3$
• 3 Headed Goat
• Hollywood
• Kam
• Kamila
• 2 Diamonds
• Afro

V8 lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Ayo, check this out, it's DJ Khaled

And this is No Ceilings 3

They try to put a ceilin' on our greatness

So we took the fucking ceilin' off

We took the fucking ceilin' off

It's Little Wayne, and this is... Another one

First she straight, now the bitch bi-curious

Booty out the A, but face from Honduras

Pull up to them gates, say I'm livin' luxurious

I fuck her, then I tell her get lost like a tourist

I went to the Middle East, came back with a Lamb'

Back with some money, came back with some grams

Fly your bitch to the beach, she come back with a tan

Come back with no money, come back with some sand

Dog, I be at home all day poppin' illys

See how long it take to count a million

Bitch, if you make me lose count, I'ma kill ya

Hoppin' out a G-Wagon, gotta be a six wheeler

Young Tune nigga put a deal in yo' base

She gon' swallow that shit like a protein shake

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8, uh

Young Tune, nigga, I'll wipe yo' bitch

Best rapper alive, I write yo' shit

All that cappin', I'll wipe yo' lips

Lil' pussy-ass nigga shoot you right in yo' clit, yeah

I'ma turn up a little more this time

People used to say "That boy, he before his time"

I already know what you did last summer

I was standin' out the sun and lettin' my whoa and them shine

Paul Smith robe on the floor but it's fine

Two tone AP on, I'm bust

Rose gold Hublot lookin' like rust

All black Hublot lookin' like us

Clear white diamonds, lookin' like pus

Watch face look like a motherfucking pizza

And I got all diamonds all in the crust

Thinkin' I might, no nigga, I must

Keep a Hot Boy with me, I got love for BG

The feds tryna lock me up like the BG

I told my old lady if they do, she could leave

She said "Bae, shut the fuck up, you sound brazy

That shit gon' work out like it's personal training"

I say "Amen", oh, and she say "Fuck yeah"

Weighing my options, I broke out the scale

Weighing my options, I feel like a whale

My pockets on blubber, the socket unplugger

Bah-bah-bah-bah, he not gon' recover

Dead bodies on top of each other

Look like they six-nining each other

At first, I was playin', now this shit got serious

Shots hit that man in the middle of his ears

Five hundred grand, to make an appearance

I need that a week in advance for clearance

I just got mad at one of my shooters

'Cause I told his ass that we don't shoot no children

That shit is bad and it fuck up my spirit

That nigga laugh, I say, "Bruh you a terrorist"

Extended barrel, the one with the holes

Don't fuck with me, I am not one of your bros

Quadruple my money, don't count what I grow

It's gotta be the trucker but I hop in a Rolls

Young Money, nigga, that's my DNA

I look like a lion and act like an ape

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get ate

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we ate

Young tune niggas put a deal on yo' base

She gon' swallow that shit like a protein shake

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8, No Ceilings

Young Money, OVO

Light yo' spliff up

Fucking big head spliff

Huh, Lil Wayne and Drake

Pon yo' head, let's go

B.B. King Freestyle lyrics - Lil Wayne Lil Wayne

 Ayy, the blues is now kickin', and dinner is three Michelin

I don't eat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin'

Know that I need discipline

I keep singin' for all these hoes, they keep listenin'

Niggas love to bro up with the boy and dap fists-es

But we are not equivalent, dawg

I been an only child, don't need siblings

And I'm past them like the times that he's livin' in, okay

Man, if you saw what I flew here, you'd be like, "He's sickenin'"

If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' it

Classics, I keep scribblin', lights in the Universal building just keep flickerin'

Money just keep comin' in, you would think I'm Irish the way that it stays doublin'

I could feed a country with the tax that I pay governments

Whatever they're doin' with my cash is very troublin'

Okay, February came around, I used to get paid shovelin'

Sold clothes, walked dogs, trust me, I stay hustlin'

When it came to school, there's no way that I'm A-plus-in' it

So I just dropped out of it, trust me, I'm not proud of it

Niggas get too comfy in they spot, they get knocked out of it

Niggas get a gun just so they can make props out of it

Shawty make a scene in the house, she get locked out of it

Yeah, you not 'bout to be chillin' in this bitch with kicked feet up

I'ma make you bounce out this ho like Big Freedia

Pete O. used to throw a purple tint on a two-liter

First private plane I ever rode was a eight-seater

Before that, I got the bedroom hot with a space heater

On top of that, I didn't have shit to my name either, that's real

But now I'm givin' house tours 'til it's back to world tours

Play that "Mask Off" when they find the real cure

I might not be good for her, but I'm real to her

Got no time for her, but give Richard Mille to her

That's the only way I know how to express love

My dawgs love sticks and drums like they Questlove

All them jokes about Aubrey, they got me messed up, for real

I come with a lot of complications inside me

It's always people misleadin' me that are tryna guide me

Everyone wants to try me, but no one wants to buy me

Everyone wants to meet me, but no one wants to keep me

Everyone talkin' lemons when everything is peachy

Everyone got they hands out, and it ain't to reach me

Mhm, yeah, mhm

Everyone got they glass out, let's drink to Weezy

Every nigga that stare me down just came to see me

Choppin' up a lil' cash cow, that's steak I'm eatin'

Check deposits, high-risers with extra closets

The sex platonic, I talk intelligent, text Ebonics

The electronic guitars whinin', that's just Nirvana

Tommy gun on the counter, I call it Mr. Thomas

That'll keep niggas honest

I'm dozin' off in the driver seat 'cause the seat give massages

Decimal point money, these numbers too steep for commas

I'm eye to eye with niggas, I can't help but to see beyond 'em

Got a two-seater problem

Niggas thinkin' they cold, I knock the flu-season out 'em

Bitches forget they hoes, and that's when Tunechi remind 'em

I used to fuck Gucci models, I'm fuckin' Gucci designers

I keep it too G regardless, I'm gettin' too deep for divers

Let me resurface, I'm flexin' on purpose

She especially curvy, bet she be servin' every purpose, perfect

I'm better than perfect, I'm sick, I need to see a medical person

Eatin' all of these rappers with these edible verses

All I gotta be is all that I can possibly

She really, really into me, then suck it all up out of me

I'm proud of me, I don't know how to be sorry, apologies

You fuckin' with my math, you better know some trigonometry

'Cause I'ma be bustin', leave your lima bean at your mama feet

I flip the economy like Dominique Dawes

They say I'm trippin', I guess they wishin' I finally fall

I don't need war, I need a bitch that know I'ma need yours

I'ma need more, niggas is shifty like Honda Accords

Fire alarm, ain't got no ceilings, we climbin' the walls

Higher than yours, I fuck your bitch and she die in my arms

Lion has roared, No Ceilings 3 with my mind on the fourth

Holla at your boy

Lamar lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Uh, I spit that R.O.C., nothing but crack, bitch

Get my cleats 'cause I'm running this rap shit

Y'all know me, this ain't nothing but practice

I'm running the streets and I'm running this rap shit

I got bars, OD, I been running this rap shit

I run this bitch like I'm Lamar Jackson, uh

Takeover, the breaks over

Hit yo' brakes 'cause the race over, I'm the case closer

Bust yo' whole fucking face open, that's a makeover

Lean make every soda grape soda, purple taste golden

Make me have my skaters skate over to your place soldier

You a play soldier, you a snake, you a fake cobra

You ain't safe, have the safe open, I need payola

On yo' knees, nigga where the keys? I'm like Beethoven

It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, a pen to a test

I bring the night to his sunlight and zen to her stress

I bring the gun to a fist fight, the dick to her breast

She want the cum on her tongue like it's mint to her breath

This is grown man BI, R.I.P B.I

Nigga, you might be a CI, talkin' to the FBI

Big beast to the east-side, now she's on my G5

Fuck on her to some C5, cut on Funeral and she die

Your reach ain't long enough, yo' peeps ain't strong enough

Yo' beach ain't warm enough

You ain't been in the throne

'Cause the seat ain't warm enough

And nigga, I'm the only one

I got the crown on, I'm the goat and you the pony, son

Don't let me do it to him Dunie 'cause I overdo it

The choppa was too big for me, had to grow into it

His stylist split his wig for me if I told her do it

We hit his crib and broke into it, if it's smoke, we blew it

We don't believe you, you need more people

Ain't shit sweet, boy, you need more Equal

You ain't runnin' shit boy feed your Ezekiel

All my niggas rich boy, clean no illegal

Don't let em gas you, like Tunechi reading Thrasher

He won't thrash you 'cause I'll be glad to split your apple, I had to

Stab you, chop you up in the bathroom so casual

Then drop you off in front of a chapel with candles

Detach you, body from soul

Anita Baker body and soul, come out of my soul

I made a way to the rockiest roads and highway patrol

Full speed ahead clean the bread from the sloppiest joes

I got it in the hot and the cold, the mud in the rain

I stomach the pain, got more bloods than the blood in my veins

I'm huntin' the game, you guys ain't fuckin with Wayne

Ask your vibe 'cause she fuckin' Lil Wayne, yeah

Nigga, y'all know me, this ain't nothin' but practice

OG, I been sonnin' these bastards

Double R, no key, got a button for that shit

And if y'all don't see, then I'm comin' with graphics

Nigga, war no peace, and I'm comin' with caskets

Screamin' RIP to everyone in this rap shit

Nigga, y'all so sweet and I'm nothing but nasty

And I'm runnin' this rap shit, nigga, Lamar Jackson, No Ceilings

This is No Ceilings 3

That's right, Lil Wayne

And be ready for I Am Not A Human Being 3

The album coming 2021

Another one

For The Night lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Don't get me wrong, bitch get me right

Don't blow up my phone, no dynamite

She give me them jaws, that shark don't bite

Pussy I eat, don't feed me lies

She say that she gay, I say "hooray" (Yeah)

You just my type (Yeah), I love them dykes (Yeah)

I'm on a pill, she done some white (Shit)

Her thong was red, yeah, I run the light (Nyum)

IG, TikTok, nope, she say she saw me on Triller, yeah

Squad up, squadzilla, yeah

Throw a three hundred thou' out the window, yeah, uh

I'm rich but I'm slimey, go low on lil' mami

I look up, and she say she finna cum

I say "Yeah, I know," she say "Please take it slow"

And I hit her with the E-40 flow

This triple X-Rated, that triple-stacked ecstasy pill make her cum 'til she come undone

She put coke on my dick and her tongue get numb

She too numb to talk shit, she can't pump her gums

I flew to Paris just to say "bonjour"

Flew to Amsterdam just to smoke the good

Flew to Napa Valley just to taste the grapes

Flew to H-Town just to get an eight

I got the industry wanna be me

The same imagery, all I see is lil' me

I'm in the Rolls Royce with her doonies

Dripping all this milkshake on them Kelis

Like bling in the light

She wanna fuck on the king, not a knight

I pick her up, put her feet in the sky

When we fuck, sound like Tina and Ike

I put some cum in her drink, now it's spiked

She 'bout to drink it like white wine

Can't cry over spilled milk, but that cum look like milk in her mouth

If she spill it, I might cry

Pop the coco, some Rosé, Dom Pérignon

I pull up with a hoe out a catalogue

Drop her off then go pick up her famo

Knock her off, take her shit, then I vamos

Gucci links from the rocks as a choker

Matching bracelet and watch, I'm supposed to

R.I.P. to the Pop, make me smoke ya

S-A-P for the opp, buenos noches

M-O-B to the mob, cosa nostra

L-I-T and I'm high as the voltage

Extra lean, extra pot, extra dosage

Extra cream in the crop, that's the potion

Extra clips, extra shots at your soldiers

Seventeen in the Glock, no emotion

Extra bang, extra pop and explosion

Turn his body to ash, he need lotion

The clock always wrong but I'm right on time

It's Blood gang, bitch, we ball, yeah, like five on five

Fuck that, I'll pop me a seal, pour up a line

You know I got No Ceilings, so touch the sky

Yeah, ho, touch the sky

Little Wayne, No Ceilings 3 (3)

One time for Mack Maine and Nicki Minaj, let's go (Go)

Something Different lyrics - Lil Wayne

 DJ Khaled!

Sometimes I laugh so hard that I cry

'Cause you just a joke now, that's brazy

I took a nap and you took your things

And I heard the doorknob, that's brazy

I told you don't trip, got your number blocked

And I done went ghost town, that's brazy

Where all the bitches is at that say

That they don't be doing all this and all that?

She tired of sleeping with bums

I can't even blame her for wantin' to eat cat

I been waking up in her ribs

Sometimes she tell me that loosen her back, damn

Please don't sing that nigga's song

If you do then we can't even kiss after that, yeah

Anytime I pull out that gat on them boys

They must think I'm finna relapse, damn, ayy

.40 cal sit on my lap, wait, don't try to give me no dap

Keep some distance between us, we COVID-19ers

We ain't with that sociable crap, wait

I seen some strippers get jacked, and ain't enough making it clap

I know that you're with your friends going brazy, down bad

'Cause they keep asking where I'm at, damn babe

Sometimes they ask and sometimes you lie

But I bet they know now, they ain't brazy

Sometimes it's facts and sometimes it's lies

But they tell you scroll down, they shady

But I ain't gon trip 'cause your number blocked

And that shit is old now, and please say the "Baby," wait

Where all these bitches be at

Since you let them ruin all this and all that?

Fuck it, now my new thing postin' stories about where we went

I know you be spying all in my comments

Moved out Miami and forgot bout the Lambi'

Neighbors just called me, I said "You can have it"

Cut that girl off but I don't do no braggin'

It wasn't me man, it must've been Shaggy

She left me for dead but wanna jump in my casket

She runnin' red, I'm gone in a napkin

My heart is still beatin' and a nigga still need it

I'm back in love, look like I'm fallin' so deep

And she pillow talk with herself, bitch you just dreamin'

And shawty just text me some shit, I ain't read it

And then I delete it

I know that she at his crib going crazy, down bad

'Cause what we had didn't last, damn baby

Sometimes I laugh so hard that I cry

'Cause you just a joke now, I'm brazy

I took a nap and you took your things

And I heard the doorknob, you brazy

But I ain't gon trip, 'cause your number blocked

And that shit is old now, and please say the "Baby," yeah

I know that you at the crib going crazy, down bad

Looking at the ceiling fans, No Ceilings, baby, 3

That's right, No Ceilings 3

One time for Belaire and Bumbu, let's go

Life Is Good lyrics - Lil Wayne

 [Part I]

Working while they sleeping as usual

Percocets, I eat them like chewables

These niggas think they passed up, they think too much

If these niggas get too gassed up, I bring a few pumps

Yeah, Hershey chocolate candy skin, she ate all my nuts

Yeah, wifey caught me slipping once, okay, more than once

Yeah, we don't hit your block up, we blow that bitch up

Cappin', talkin' big shit until that shit don't flush

Yeah, they say my days are numbered, but I keep taking drugs

Baby, I know you see these X pills, please take one

I'm a skater but I heard your man a cheapskate, huh

Heard he rattin', now they moving his release date, huh, snitch

I just turned my main to my spouse

Could've bought her ass the tote purse or pouch, bought a house

Now baby got an ego twice the size of the crib

Now she see what I'm saying, she got eyes in her ears

Never turn your back on Weezy F B, God forbid

I might have to do a bid if she left me, I forgive

Twerkin', got a fatty in this bitch, doing butt flips

Way she roll her hips make her body look like Sunchips

Working out my demons, that's beautiful

And bae off of that riesling, she super loose

I'm smokin', she say pass it, she doing too much

Haven't done my taxes, fuckin' with Trump

She brought her skirt without the panties with the slit going up

Nigga caught you looking at it, it's okay, don't touch

Uh, someone bought the block up in Bel-Air, it was us

Check the clock and hit the shot, I swear this shit too clutch

[Part II]

Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring

'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm

Chicken pox on my trigger finger

How my trigger finger still itch, pewm

Copped three watches at the same time

Nigga, we are not on the same time

Shoulder strap on the strap, hangtime

Got the 40 on me like St. Ides

Granny, she was standing right there

Mercedes car, they call her Mrs. Mercy

Ever since the day I got her name tatted on my face, I been picture perfect

Taliban, nigga, ISIS, hand to hand, switching prices

Been dapper dan since the diaper, a gat, a bag, and a Bible

Young Obama go dumb, Osama

Hit him with the llama, he do the la bamba

Trade the private jet for an Air Force bomber

We could go to war like it's the Bahamas

Lied to my hoes, never tell my mama

Never tell my woes, lie to your honor

Money long though, nigga, anaconda

Let me add a comma

I'm way too high for niggas at the bottom

You a ladder climber

I'm the best rapper, nigga, that's the obvious

Got punchlines for you shadowboxers

You a kitty cat, I'm catastrophic

Rex 'bout to turn up, call up Roger

New fettuccine, new lasagna

Diamonds blinging so new they blind you

Diamonds sing like Ja Rule and Mya, No Ceilings

Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring

'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm

Chicken pox on my trigger finger

How my trigger finger still itch, pewm

Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring

'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm

Chicken pox on my trigger finger

How my trigger finger still itch, pewm

Peggy Bundy lyrics - Lil Wayne

 (Turn me up, YC)

No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne

We took the fucking ceiling off

Brr, hello? I thought a broke nigga said something

I let that four-nickel headbutt him

I turn lil bro to a red puddle

Chop up his dead body, he a dead puzzle

I make a pussy hole beg for me

I fucked your ho like a caveman

I make her scream like a cavewoman

All of these hoes are some head hunters

Fuck on the period, red rubbers

All of my bros are some head busters

Ruby diamonds look like red bubbles

Money jumping call it Bunny Bread

Me and money, we like bread and butter

All the blood coming from his head

He a red head, he look like Peggy Bundy

Hundreds and fifties, can't swap a dime for a penny

Can't swap a thot for a bitty

A lot for a plenty, you know that's a stupid decision

You know that's the newest edition

Exclusive edition, you know it's the Tunechi edition

You know that the roof a decision

The coupe is on skinnies, you know that the coupe is on blades

I'ma come through sittin' on scissors

It's beautiful bitches, you too cute

Two beautiful bitches but my bitch more beautiful, bitches

Bae you too delicious, bae, I'm the key, you the ignition

And we 'bout to vroom to the finish

That's true as religion, and I'm about to do it, I did it

I got the view and the vision

The mula the mission, bow, my shooters ain't missin'

They just shootin', just swish it

Head first with it, make it make sense

With the stove in the kitchen, I'ma make it make sense

Got some hoe that be stripping, I be taking their tips

Got some hoes that got bitches, I be taking their bitch

Warranty good, make sure I get a full refund

'Fore I give her back to the streets

I act like it's sweet, I treat the Lambo like a Nissan

Treat a trap house like a beach

Forever I rep with the set in the chain

I'm cumming, I don't let her know when I came

"I love you", I don't let her know it's a game

I clutch her, I don't let her go and I fuck her

Ain't no pillow talking, ain't no discussion

But she say she gon' hold me down like a button

But I know these hoes can't hold water in a bucket

She dropping shit monthly, period, ooh

All these hoes want is material, ooh

Kobe died, shit all mysterious, damn

Broke bitches start getting weirder, damn

Broke niggas start disappearing, yeah

Rich nigga ain't miss a meal, no

Broke bitches start interfering, damn

I get high and incoherent, damn

I don't know why, bitch ask Siri, yeah

Back in my hood, niggas used to call me Fred Durst

Cause I had that rock white

She bending over but I want some head first

I came in her mouth, drops mic

I thought a broke nigga said something

I hop on my skateboard and shred something

Bust up in that dressed like a red mummy

Repping Blood gang but you bled for me, lil

Brr, hello? I thought a broke nigga said something

I let that four-nickel headbutt him

I turn lil bro to a red puddle

Chop up his dead body, he a dead puzzle

I make a pussy hole beg for me

I fucked your ho like a caveman

I make her scream like a cavewoman

All of these hoes are some head hunters

Fuck on the period, red rubbers

All of my bros are some head busters

Ruby diamonds look like red bubbles

Money jumping call it Bunny Bread

Me and money, we like bread and butter

All the blood coming from his head

He a red head, he look like Peggy Bundy

Hundreds and fifties, can't swap a dime for a penny

Can't swap a thot for a baddie

Hundreds and fifties, can't swap a dime for a penny

You know that's a stupid decision

Hundreds and fifties, got blood on the money

Got blood on the bitches

Blood on the hundreds, blood on the fifties

Where the fuck is the ceilings?

Out West lyrics - Out West (feat. Young Thug)

 No Ceilings 3, that's right

Featuring Young Thug, let's go

(Thu-thu-thu, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy)

Pull up on your block, old school Chevy four doors (Oh, ayy)

I hit for a brick when & spent it on Melrose (Ohh, ayy)

I was tryna kill ya, no brainer, scarecrow (Oh, ayy)

I might shoot up the casket

Shoot up the funeral, shoot up the pastor (Buh)

I'm boutta shoot up the set, shoot up the movie

And shoot the actor (Pew)

I'm boutta feel like the cameraman, nigga

'Cause I'm gonna shoot with a Canon (Yeah)

I got the Uzi with the banana clip

You get the fruit like you Adam, yeah

I let it ring like Saturn

Yeah, I'm talkin' rat-tat-tatta, yeah

I'm talkin' grrt, rat-tat-tat-tat-tatta

Sound like Spanish, yeah

I do the MC Hammer after they bury them

They get the hammer and nails

Hair trigger, squeeze, blatt

Send 'em to Heaven quick as a bat outta Hell

Yeah, if I had Bazooka, I'd blow this whole shit up

Nina take his soul away 'cause she a soul sister

One over your head, one under your nose, nigga

If you're comin' back to life, then pull up in a Ghost, nigga

Uh, I got the Devil in me (Yeah)

I got the reverend with me (Amen)

I got your halo, I got your wings

I got your feathers with me (Yeah)

Rose petals with me (Yeah)

I got the shovel with me (Yeah)

And you in the desert with me (Huh)

Drugs, I got several in me (Yeah)

Now dig your grave all by yourself (Yeah)

I got heads on top of my shelf (Yeah)

Bitch, I got a graveyard under my belt (Under my belt, bitch)

I want you six feet under that Earth (Bitch)

I put your picture on front of that shirt (Bitch)

I let my bitch sleep in one of them shirts

And she let me piss and cum on that shirt (Bitch)

Chop his head off (Yeah)

Stop by his mom and drop his head off (Yeah, yeah)

I'm with Satan, he got on a shirt that say, "I'm with Adolf" (Yeah, yeah)

I got the Devil ridin' shotgun, Hot Boy and the cold killer

Take a picture, say, "Cheese," decompose, nigga

Bitch, I got the Devil in me (Got the Devil in me)

High speed, yeah, I got Berettas with me (Got Berettas with me)

Oh, and a nigga ain't safe in the ground, we gon' dig 'em up (Yeah, dig 'em up)

Graveyard, bitch, I got a shovel with me (Got the shovel with me, I keep a shovel with me, oh, yeah)

You ain't gotta do no askin' (Do no askin'), I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, yeah I'm tryna, tryna)

I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)

I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu, shoot up your casket, shoot up the casket)

I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, thu-thu-thu)

Hit 'em in the stomach, give him hiccups (Huh)

If I had a Bazooka, I'd blow this whole shit up (Yeah)

I'm tryna take the gold off his casket

Wipe his nose (Slatt, wipe his nose)

Ain't no tellin' what I wanna do

Man, only God knows (Woo, hey)

Shoot to the max when I pull up on you (On you)

Mad Max, I'm on one-thirty-two (One-thirty-two)

Cinemax, watch me move when I move (When I move)

I think God picked your card, man

I think he want you (Gotta go home)

Anybody with 'em get whacked (Yeah)

Every time you see me, got a Gat' (Got the Gat')

And my bitch, she a brat (She a brat)

All these hoes did that (She did)

Why the fuck these niggas did that?

Tampax Pearl, nigga, bleedin' through the jacket (Blatt, blatt)

Run up on 'em, take his racks (Blatt, blatt)

Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt

Bitch, I got the Devil in me (Got the Devil in me)

High speed, yeah, I got Berettas with me (Got Berettas with me)

Oh, and a nigga ain't safe in the ground, we gon' dig 'em up (Yeah)

Graveyard, bitch, I got a shovel with me (Got the shovel with me, I keep a shovel with me)

You ain't gotta do no askin' (Do no askin')

I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, yeah I'm tryna, tryna)

I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)

I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu, shoot up your casket, shoot up the casket)

I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, thu-thu-thu)

I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, yeah I'm tryna, tryna)

I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)

I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu, shoot up the casket, shoot up the casket)

I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, thu-thu-thu)

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy)

Pull up on your block, old school Chevy four doors (Oh, ayy)

I hit for a brick when I spin it on Melrose (Ohh, ayy)

I was tryna kill ya, no brainer, scarecrow (Oh, ayy)

No Ceilings 3, Euro, Hoody Baby, Gudda Gudda

Church lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. HoodyBaby, Euro & Gudda Gudda)

 Young Mula, baby

I belong to the world, don't be selfish with me

When I go places with Wayne, you would think Elvis with me

My niggas livin' in Hell, they thinkin' Heaven sent me

When she scream, "Fuck love," I think she meant me

I get in the zone, applyin' pressure

You get the message, only I ain't text ya

Y'all like to gamble with life, you lucky I ain't bet ya

So you survived a few cats, don't let a lion get ya

If I ain't met ya, I ain't ever move ya

If there's a new year then I never knew ya

Look, my junior gon' have a future

And my senior gotta drive a Beamer

I wish my dawgs could turn they felonies to misdemeanors

Ayy, 'cause I met a girl with features out in Italy

Wish they had seen her

Shoulda took a picture, I packed condoms

I shoulda packed a book with scriptures

Put me in the Rock Hall of Fame with all the suicidal niggas, iconic figures

If rivals come for us, then they comin' with us

Tell 'em, "Run, Forrest," run for the fame, runnin' with us

What's one life to a hunnid killas?

All you heard was loud sirens and lighter flickers

I made a mill' right after breakfast, that's a power lunch

I fuck your bitch for 'bout a hour, that's a power fuck

I fuck your bitch up in the shower, that's a shower fuck

I fuck your bitch and now she pregnant, shit, we outta luck

HoodyBaby, Master P's 'boutta 'boutta buck

I been slackin', Major Bass, I could battle up

Picture me somewhere tropic, prolly mad as fuck

But I'm cool, body language break the barrier

Broken bitches wishin' that I fix her up and carry her

I was out in Italy, Roman like my carrier

I done lost hoes, turned around, I done lost bros

I just got ghost, hit a nigga with the Death Star

Dear Heavenly Father, is there a church in the wild?

For the fugitives that I harbor

Yeah, we move like a mile, my op'll send out the orders

Got some people in Texas, their crib is right by the border

Place your order for cola, ain't talkin' pop like soda

Vacuum seal all the packages, tryna drown out the odor

No weapons formed against me shall prosper

The streets praise us like gospel

So we move and we roam like them Italian mobsters

Practice the code of silence, omérta

So ain't no talkin', we lurkin'

Find the strip where you workin'

Closed curtains, fear no man but God

Now they callin' me Lord

I pray on the sinners when bald palms touchin' like an applause

Synagogue is like the Pentagon, arms cover my flaws

Quiet storm but lion-hearted, I wake up with a roar

Call me the clean up, man, I sweep shit up like a chore

Then sweep your chick off her feet, put her in my stable of whores

Mentally stable, not sure, screws loose, shake to the floor

Breakin' records on the radio while breakin' the law

I keep my faith in the Lord, one day I'll make it to Forbes

Look, I'm not worthy of your controversy

I'm not thirsty, baby, I'm allergic

Giddy up, dick ridin', swervin'

Yeehaw, that's Kentucky Derby

I remember lyin' on the gurney

Thinkin' how I'ma die early

Never thought that I'd see thirty

Oh, the journey, had to fuckin' earn it

I go back in time when I was flirtin'

That time that I was flirtin' with uncertain

Never thought I'd be surrounded by

Housekeepers, chauffeurs, chefs and servants

Diamonds screamin', "Oh my lovely God"

Sippin' syrup, watchin' out for serpents

Touch my surface, then it's closed curtains

Oh my God, you're meetin' God in person

Oh my God, I want the squad alerted

And I come from it, they hop up like Kermit

Corner turnin' with marijuana burnin'

In the trunk, you squirmin', now here come to sermons

Oh my God, every thot a burden

I ain't worry, got her ridin' dirty

Trap house poppin' like it's Pee Wee Herman's

The plug alerted, now the socket workin'

Other niggas catchin' power surges

I'm determined just like my attorney

You other niggas, you ain't got attorneys

Order new trap house, I buy it furnished

I been listenin', listenin' to the money

It been tellin', tellin' me, "It's comin'"

Soundin' like music to my ears

Soundin' like a symphony of hundreds

Grandma always said that I'd be special

Mama always said that I'd be somethin'

I had to make sure that they wasn't guessin'

So I made the most out of they assumptions

Bein' careful 'round my pistol

Nigga all up in a bimbo

Bein' everything but simple

Got my deal without a demo, Tunechi

So much fire, more fire

Let's get it, No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne

Comme De Garcon lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Okay, Comme Des Garçons and some new Saint Laurent

I mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel

I throw on some Fendi, a mink when it's windy

Too cold for the Devil, I'm snowin' in Hell

Skatin' on marble, I flow in thin air

I'm dancin' on water, tip-toein' on nails

Can't walk in my shoes, can't roll in my wheels

Can't order my food, you throw up that meal

Can't do what I do, you can't do me

Yeah, I would not try to do you, I'm too me

Look at my sons' faces, I see the new me

I look into they face and I see the beauty

I take a vacation and go see some beautiful shit

Come back with a whole different view of this shit

My third eye just opened 'cause two wasn't shit

It's either that or too many hallucinogens

Got a cute-ass lil' bitch with a coke habit

That lil' bitch at my crib 'til the snow cappin'

When we fuck, man, that shit make her go faster

She so numb, man, that bitch ain't got no passion

Ain't no love in that bitch, ain't no romancin'

Ain't no love in that bitch, ain't got no magic

Ain't no judgin' that bitch 'cause we both addicts

She in love with this dick, it got gold status

Huh, Comme Des Garçons

I got that bread like a biscuit, a bun or croissant

Got the feds on my dizzick, they bustin' my balls

And she play with my dick, make me bust in my drawers

And I take off my Ethika, I'm gettin' naked

And she gettin' wet and now I'm gettin' erections

Oh, she say it spiritual when I have sex with her

I'm blessin' her, I think I pop too much ecs' with her

I fuck with my ex with her, you keep the rest of her

Don't care who left with her, I don't wan' F with her

Hop off that pedestal if you wan' leave

Then it was my pleasure, them thots is more pleasurable

I'm on my medical, smokin' my vegetable

Bro cut my revenue down to the decimal

Rollie, I stare at you, then I start tellin' you

How much I care for you, I diamond bezel you

Comme Des Garçons with that Yves Saint Laurent

I mix new CDG with some new YSL

I pop my trunk, how this new chopper feel?

All you get is "buck-buck" like a two-dollar bill

I'm so fucked up, they say, "You gotta chill"

So-so fucked up, Tunechi, you're outta here

Raw in the cut, smokin' dope, poppin' pills

Since I'm goin' so nuts, I drip pure almond milk

Ugh, Comme Des Garçons, fuck what they all say

Nigga, fuck what they done, I give a fuck what they on

I run in your place, like, "Honey, I'm home," like, "Honey, I'm wrong"

'Cause I tell you, "I love you," and honey, I don't

Got too many girlfriends, got too many girlfriends, one in my trunk

Ooh, money, I flaunt, ooh, money, I flaunt

I spend money on war, which one of y'all want war?

None of y'all want war, that's what the fuck l thought

Fuck you thought, I drop a contract on your heart

Give a fuck what that cost, suffer that loss

Stuffed in that box and dumped in that park

Fuck you thought, I drop a contract on your heart

Give a fuck what that cost, gotta suffer that loss

Stuffed in that box and dumped in that park

Okay, Comme Des Garçons and some new Saint Laurent

I mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel

Can't walk in my shoes, you can't roll in my wheels

You can't order my food, you gon throw up that meal

Comme Des Garçons

Mula Gang, lil' bitch

Mula Gang, lil' bitch

Young Money, Mack Maine, Tez, let's get it

No Ceilings 3

Deep End lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Look what you done done, yeah

Play with my heart and told me it's too bad

And then you hit me up

I'm tryna talk, you told you hit you back

It's crazy how you drive me brazy

I think I finally met my match

I try to let my mind navigate me

And end up bringing me right back

I've been falling in the deep end

You've been giving me no reason

But I've been drowning in and sinking

Falling in the deep end

I've been falling in the deep end

You've been looking for a reason

But I've been crawling in and reaching, ooh

Falling in the deep end, deep end, deep end

Falling in the deep end, deep end, deep end

Falling in the deep end, deep end

Falling in the deep end

Falling in the deep end

You tell me I'm wrong

'Cause when I'm right it only makes you mad

But you want what you want

But how come I always want you bad?

It's brazy how you drive me crazy

I think I finally met my match

I know that this ain't how my mama raised me

But I done got too attached

I've been falling in the deep end

You've been giving me no reason

But I've been drowning in and sinking

Falling in the deep end

I've been falling in the deep end

You've been looking for a reason

To dive in all up in the deep end

Falling in the deep end, deep end, deep end

Falling in the deep end, deep end, deep end

Falling in the deep end, deep end

Falling in the deep end

Falling, yeah

Falling, yeah

Falling, yeah

Falling in the deep end

It's crazy how she drive me brazy

I think I finally met my match

You saying you don't want to see me

And then you keep looking bad

I've been falling in the deep end

You've been giving me no reason

But I've been drowning in and sinking

Falling in the deep end

Drag 'Em lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda)

 Young Money, Gudda Gudda

Let's get it!

You know that yopper yop, it really yop

And when your body drop, I skip and hop (Hop)

Red laser beam (Yeah), put your face on beam (Yeah)

All this syrup, all these trees, call me maple leaf

Hollygrove, nigga, solid gold, nigga

Ice, ice, baby chilling, hockey froze, nigga

Play your role, nigga, play your role, bitches

I'm in the ceiling looking like a pot of gold, bitches

You know that yopper yop (Yeah), it really yop (Yeah)

I got he street sweeper (Yeah), and need a mop (Need a mug)

I'm not a peacekeeper (No), I'm really not (Yeah, yeah)

I told a heat seeker, it's getting hot (Yeah)

New baguettes is on my neck, it's from the goat what you expect, whoa

I ain't fly cripping but I'm fly, diamonds jet blue

Look at how we crept through, dollars like Creflo

I can let the TEC go, turn him to a vegetable

Mula game, next to blow up, here to ball, we said before

We about to set it, I install the blaze and set the fire

Pressure, that's what we applying

Add some more, make some diamonds

There's a time for everything and you can't time perfect timing

Coke from Medellin, you won't find nothing purer

Now just steps on the brick, all white like the Fuhrer

Middle fingers up to the judge and the jury

If I ever gotta face 'em, do my time, don't make a statement

It's omerta up to the grave

My bro make sure all my kids gravy (That's right)

Young Money the army, better yet the navy

We gon' drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyards

With the note around his neck reading "Bitch, you should've paid me"

Drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyard

Leave a note around his neck that say "I told you not to flex", ooh

Emerald baguettes, they just explode on my Pateks, ooh

Stripper made a mess, I just exploded on her chest, ooh

Drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyard

Leave a note around his neck, I take his throat up out his neck, ooh

Get it off your chest, ooh, I will never front, no

Chilling on a jet, ooh, I never connect, no

Drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyard

Leave a note around his neck that say his ho and mama next

Leave a note around his neck that say "I told you not to flex"

Leave a note around his neck then take that gold from 'round his neck

I drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyard

Leave a note around his neck, say the goat around this bitch

Leave a note around his neck, I take his throat up out his neck, ooh

You be talking out your neck, then bitch we going at your neck, yeah

One time for all the fans out there, for all the fans worldwide!

You know the love is felt!

Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 3, Young Money!

Drive Bys lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Vice Versa (Yaj & PoppyH))

 Yeah, I'm off a bar, they want me out of here (Boom)

My heater gon' air out the opposite (Boom)

On the block with my ice, still rockin' it (Yes)

While she silenced, the girl put a sock in it (Whoa)

I got hitters and killers, they arsonists

I got drugs, I'm a street pharmacist

He a rat, the Glock must be arsenic

Whip the pot, I put my whole arm in it, damn

I keep the fuego, they know the style (Yeah)

Corrupt, so they want me to break down (Boom)

If the mafia house a stakeout

Why don't you take out his family and head count

Why would I fuck with these niggas who don't keep it G?

Why I need friends? All my partners deceased

Been a hot boy, this the demon in me

Back to the block, I got used to the streets

Pull up, pull out, cut loose, run through

One clip, unclip, new clip, action, part two

Fuck you, who you? You new, you too new to me

I don't do you, do you, D-E-U-C-E

Doom, doom, do shrooms, smoke ooh-la-la, oui, oui, oui

High AF, got a PHD in THC

Don't stunt, don't stunt 'less you got one, not one

I pop one, not one

Look up and thank God 'cause I'm one

Amen, and I've been a man since I can pray, man

And say amen, okay, can I get an amen?

I shake land, never shake hands

No fingerprints, that's stinky stench

Got me thinkin', bitch

What it mean when my trigger finger itch?

Put a ring on it (Whoa)

Chopper ring, like freedom, yeah

Put you in the sky, you will never land

Like Peter Pan, you gon' see the man

You gon' need 'em, yeah, huh

I got demons, yeah, blonde, blonde dreads

Black thoughts under this beanie, man

No Beenie Man I'm a thinkin' man

And I've been thinkin', man, what you thinkin', man?

I'm thinkin' drive by, huh (Drive by)

Walk down, curb side, head shot (Yeah)

I'm thinkin' big racks (Big racks)

Saw it off, chest shot, Mad Max

I'm gon' big dope, I don't need to stress (Whoa)

Run it up, I'm 'bout to make it stretch (Whoa)

In the trap, I should've never left (Whoa)

Watch yourself before we make you next

I'm thinkin' drive by

I'm thinkin' drive by, yeah

I'm thinkin' fireflies, yeah

I'm thinkin' dragons, young nigga head on fire

Hot head, yeah, gassin', matches, ashes

I'm thinkin' out of the box

Passenger side, I'm hangin' out with a chop

I'ma pull up, like what up?

Baow, baow, baow, what up now, nigga? Baow, baow, huh

I wish a pussy motherfucker would

I let this cookie cutter cut 'em good

I make his cookie crumble 'till I'm full

I chop a nigga family tree to wood, ow

I'm thinkin' Sammy the Bull now

I'm thinkin' family reunions, I'm thinkin' picnics, I'm thinkin' cookouts

Thinkin' full clips for a full house

Piped up on a full tank

Air the whole neighborhood out

My dawgs turn into a wolf gang

Better take off or get took out

AR with a clip on

Hit a nigga dead in the chest, like Saquon with the stiff arm

Damn, I'm thinkin' drive bys (Yeah, yeah), yeah

Walk ups, run downs, kick doors and lay down, yeah

Big guns, no noise, small guns, but they loud, yeah

AK's, MK's, SK's, okay

Pin drop, locate your place, drive by

I'm thinkin' drive by, huh (Drive by)

Walk down, curb side, head shot (Yeah, yeah)

I'm thinkin' big racks (Yeah, yeah)

Saw it off, chest shot, Mad Max (Yeah, yeah)

I'm gon' big dope, I don't need to stress (Yeah, yeah)

Run it up, I'm 'bout to make it stretch (Yeah, yeah)

In the trap, I should've never left (Yeah, yeah)

Watch yourself before we make you next (Yeah)

I'm thinkin' drive by

Walk down, curb side, head shot

Pull ups, pull up, pull out

Sawed off, chest shot, Mad Max

I'm thinkin' drive by

Walk down, curb side, head shot

Pull ups, pull up, pull out

Sawed off, chest shot, Mad Max

I'm thinkin' drive by

Ayy yo', this record right here is called "FL4M3$" by Lil Tune, Lil Wayne's son

The future, young king

Bless up, let's get it

Young Money

FL4M3$ lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Lil Tune)

 No Ceilings 3

I'm on your block with money on top

Black Lives Matter, what's up with these cops?

I'm spittin' this fire, I do not expire

Just pass me the lighter and we not gon' stop

They callin' me Freddy, you know I'm the Kreuger

Teachin' these classes like I am a tutor

Got too much girls, I'm callin' them hooters

Kobe, number eight

Most of these girls, they switch with the fame

If he just want money then get out my lane (Ching, ching)

These vibes are so crazy, I'm goin' insane

I pull up to school, you know I ain't late

They call me "Lil' psychic", got medium fade

I see that you're nervous, I see it in your face

They call me "Almight", you cannot escape

You cannot escape, you cannot escape (Nope)

Just got a new 'Rari and bought a new Lambo (Skrrt)

I'm watchin' a movie but it is not Rambo

Killin' this beat, I know you a fan, bro

I know you a fan, bro

I'm not Chinese but pull up with chop-sticks

I'm like La Flame, I'm bringing the mosh pits

I am the villain, no reason to stop this

No reason to stop this

I don't want 'rona but pull up with soap (Corona)

I am so great that they call me the G.O.A.T

I pray to God that I get a blessing

I am young grinder, no need for resting

My name is Dwayne, put respect on that

Gettin' this money, I stack up racks (Racks)

These rappers in my lane, I spit facts

Your breath stink, need some Tic Tacs (Tic Tac)

They call me "Lil Tune" but I go by, "Tunie"

No Netflix and chill, I'm watchin' a movie

I'm wearing no Nike, I'm rockin' that Gucci

That boy, he a fraud, he wearin' that Fucci

Y'all think that I'm playin'

I'ma go crazy, might go Super Saiyan

I'ma take your girl, I mean, I'm just sayin'

Hands together 'cause we gon' start prayin' (Amen)

I'm spitting this heat

Boy, I bought them shoes on your feet

Y'all needa listen, so take a seat

They "Rest in paradise", that's R.I.P

The legend direction above me

That dude is a joke, I call him "Dummy"

I laugh at him 'cause he look funny

My money bouncin', it bounce like a bunny, ayy, ayy

I'm goin' crazy, I work all day, you can't call me lazy

I'm not a Blood but I'ma go brazy

Don't look at my ice, your mind might get hazy

I take your girl, I'm leavin' you sad

If I take your girl, you finna be mad

She told her mom, her mama was glad

Shout out Lil Wayne, yeah, that's my dad (Lil Tunechi)

They call me "Lil Tune" but I go by, "Tunie"

No Netflix and chill, I'm watchin' a movie

I'm wearing no Nike, I'm rockin' that Gucci

That boy, he a fraud, he wearin' that Fucci

They call me "Lil Tune" but I go by, "Tunie"

No Netflix and chill, I'm watchin' a movie

I'm wearing no Nike, I'm rockin' that Gucci

That boy, he a fraud, he wearin' that Fucci

Think that I'm playin'

I'ma go crazy, might go Super Saiyan

I'ma take your girl, I mean, I'm just sayin'

Hands together 'cause we gon' start prayin' (Amen)

Y'all that I'm playin'

I'ma go crazy, might go Super Saiyan

I'ma take your girl, I mean, I'm just sayin'

Hands together 'cause we gon' start prayin' (Amen, yeah, yeah)

The legendary, the icon, the best rapper alive

Weezy, Lil Wayne

This is No Ceilings 3

3 Headed Goat lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Cory Gunz & YD)

 (Aviator)

That's right, featuring Cory Gunz and YD

These ain't no SD

Bitch, these Jimmy Choos, might be the Miu Mius

Might be the Giuseppes

Bitch, you could get left, so bitch, get me right

You gotta impress me

Lil' bitch walking 'round with her titties out

Like she gon' breastfeed

Police raiding my spot

They saw it was me and took selfies

Play with them guns

Soon as they pop I'm gon' hit my target

In front of his broad, in front of his daughters

I'm so remorseless

We in Miami in the middle of a pandemic

And we on a new beach

Working that salmon, runnin' that sushi

I cannot mention my hoes inside of my songs

'Cause I know they be bragging a lot

I can't keep these pills, getting high with these bitches

I'm supposed to be handing 'em out

Show me that nigga who say he getting rich off of dope

'Cause my niggas be jabbing a lot

I heard that you and them niggas you with ain't no joke

My niggas laughing out loud, yeah

That shit was awesome, took her to Nordstroms

Just had a foursome, didn't have to force 'em

You cannot come back around me

You turn your back on me, I cannot forgive

You need to stop fucking with strippers

You run into agents and giving 'em tips

We kill your slime, we take your work

We take your bitch, you a bitch

My bitch is a snob, my fool is a jerk

And I bet this missile don't miss

Shorty might got a pole but won't pop shit

He be talking like he down to drop shit

Bitch I'm up in your crib and I don't got a key

I be all in yo shit like a locksmith (Get em)

And we ain't throwing hands, better stop it

You ain't see no white flag when we squash shit (Nah)

And you know what's gon' happen when Tune put me right on a track

Bitch, you know that's the squad shit

Heard your funds just got low, ain't no job, nigga

So you out here, and you bout to starve nigga

I was in your position, and back in the day, I was all by myself, I would rob niggas

Now my money up, I'm living large, nigga

Ain't no need to relive in the dark, nigga

Now I'm 'bout to skrrt off of the lot in the Bentley

And take up two spots when I park, nigga (Skrt)

Man, these niggas be boasting

I don't even drink on the liquor

'Cause when I skate, bitch, I need focus

No comedian joking, man

I hope he get his ass right on the stand so my youngins can roast him

Man, you know why I'm chosen, 'cause I ran here first in the game, put my foot down 'til that bitch was choking

This shit be promotion 'cause I'm smoking on this good kush, bitch, and it's potent

Lean, water, intelligence, nigga finding your medicine

My weapons will knock an ottoman out of your residence

Got your wife on the edible, secret service

And she taking it down like the president

Can't survive in my element

If you never been in stride with the lions and elephants

When they free all my niggas then wherever Weezy be

Where I'm flying the felons in (Yup)

They be rhyming so predicate

Then, when you see 'em in person, they quiet and delicate

And 'til somebody die for the death of your brethren

I cannot buy what you selling in

We met at the Mandalay she live in San Jose

Visiting town with a friend today

When they hop in the Laundaulet

We 'bout to fuck over mandolins, champagne and creme brulée

Tell your little mans to stay in his place

Don't wanna get shot in your shin today

Nigga play on the Internet, I don't get into that

I send a shot in your shin today

Way too many niggas and not enough bitches for all of this bitch shit

Too many to name, you know who to call

For real, some pimp shit

What you saying is not realistic

I just left Elliante the district

But I still go to Vice with the biscuit

Even still for a slice and I missed it

'Bout to gamble your life on a trip bitch

I be rolling the dice on on her lipstick

I'm a different type of sadistic

I don't look at the price when I get shit

I don't put in no ice when I sip shit

Lot of boomers and lights when I clip shit

Leave the room looking like I just flipped shit

She be riding me like I'm a ripstick

She say she want a body for Christmas

I'm living like some bucket list shit

If you don't like it suck a sick dick

Hollywood lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Young Carter)

 I just flew to Hollywood

Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks)

Just like DaBaby, they Suge

I made money, you made books

I just flew to Hollywood

Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks)

Just like DaBaby, they Suge

I made money, you made books

They just mad 'cause they broke

They know I'm the G.O.A.T

Ice on my wrist like, whoa (Ice, ice)

My dreadlocks hang low

Shoutout to my bros

Your girl call me Naruto

Goku, Super Saiyan, yo

Now call your girl Amber Rose

I'm takin' off like a spaceship

All these kids be hatin'

I float on this beat like I'm Jason

That girl emo, call her Raven

In a fast car, I'm racin' (Vroom)

All you rappers clout chasin'

Why are people so racist?

BLM every day, man

Pray to God, say, "Amen"

That dude so old, call him a caveman

But I'm gettin' to school with the cavemen

I steal your girl, now she's my baby

I'm countin' these racks on the daily

I stay lit, I go crazy

Y'all rappers sound like babies

Y'all just look like the candy, cry babies

Prayer hands, yeah, I look up to God

2020 is the worst year so far (It's bad)

I might take your girl to the moon and the stars, yeah

I just flew to Hollywood

Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks)

Just like DaBaby, they Suge

I made money, you made books

I just flew to Hollywood

Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks)

Just like DaBaby, they Suge

I made money, you made books

They just mad 'cause they broke

They know I'm the G.O.A.T. (The G.O.A.T.)

Ice on my wrist like, whoa (Ice, ice)

My dreadlocks hang low (Low)

Shoutout to my bros (My bros)

Your girl call me Naruto (Naruto)

Goku, Super Saiyan, yo (Yeah)

Now call your girl Amber Rose

Gucci, Louis, Prada (Gucci)

My rap name is Young Carter

You's my son, your father (Father)

I'm datin' your dad's daughter (Mhm)

My ice splash like water (Ice)

The new Jordans, I'ma cop 'em

I'm rockin' all Balenciaga

R.I.P. Kobe, Black Mamba

This is Joe, Joe who? Joe mama

This is not Lil Wayne but it's the Carter

Shoutout to my sister Reginae Carter (Reginae)

Shoutout to my brother Dwayne Carter (Dwayne)

Shoutout to my brother Kameron Carter (Kameron)

That's my niece but shoutout to my father (Father)

No one could beat me, I'm fire

This song is heat, I might start a fire

You are a baby, yeah, you need a diaper, yeah (Wah, wah)

You are a baby, yeah, you need a diaper, yeah (Wah, wah, wah)

I just flew to Hollywood

Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks)

Just like DaBaby, they Suge

I made money, you made books

I just flew to Hollywood

Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks)

Just like DaBaby, they Suge

I made money, you made books

They just mad 'cause they broke (They broke)

They know I'm the G.O.A.T. (I'm the G.O.A.T.)

Ice on my wrist like, whoa (Whoa)

My dreadlocks hang low (Low)

Shoutout to my bros (Bros)

Your girl call me Naruto (Naruto)

Goku, Super Saiyan, yo (Yeah)

I call your girl Amber Rose (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I call your girl Amber Rose, yeah

Kam lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Kam Karter)

 Young, young-young (My daddy from New Orleans)

Young, young-young (My mama from L.A.)

Young, young-young (Shoutout to my sister Reginae)

Young Kam Carter, my flow is hotter

Young Kam Carter, my flow is water

Young Kam Carter, my flow is harder

Young Kam Carter, my flow is water

Young Kam Carter, my flow is water

Young Kam Carter, Tunechi my father

Young Kam Carter, my flow is hotter

Young Kam Carter, my flow is water

Young Kam Carter and I got a lot to say

My daddy from New Orleans and my mama from L.A

I drive to the paint like I'm Dr. J

Got a triple-double just the other day

They ask me if I'm Kobe 'cause I hit the fadeaway

Just scored a three-pointer like I'm B-J

Shoutout to my sister Reginae

Goin' so crazy like I'm FaZe Sway

Young Kam Carter, my flow is hotter

Young Kam Carter, my flow is water

Young Kam Carter, my flow is harder

Young Kam Carter, my flow is water

Young Kam Carter, my flow is water

Young Kam Carter, Tunechi my father

Young Kam Carter, my flow is hotter

Young Kam Carter, my flow is water

Young, young-young (My daddy from New Orleans)

Young, young-young (My mama from L.A.)

Young, young-young (Shoutout to my sister Reginae)

Young Kam Carter and I got a lot to say

My daddy from New Orleans and my mama from L.A

I drive to the paint like I'm Dr. J

Got a triple-double just the other day

They ask me if I'm Kobe 'cause I hit the fadeaway

Just scored a three-pointer like I'm B-J

Shoutout to my sister Reginae

Goin' so crazy like I'm FaZe Sway

Young, young-young (My daddy from New Orleans)

Young, young-young (My mama from L.A.)

Young, young-young (Shoutout to my sister Reginae)

Featuring Jay Jones, No Ceilings 3

Kamila lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Jay Jones)

 Ahh-uhh

Cum on Kamila, cum on Kamila

She got a tongue like a fuckin' chameleon

Suck the dick, swallow the paraphernalia

She 'bout to swallow a whole la familia

Cum on, cum on, cum on, cum on Kamila

She got a tongue like she fuckin' reptilian

I'm hard as fuck, heard this bitch equilibrium

Cum on her face, that's just memorabilia

Cum on Kamila

I make it rain on her like a Floridian

Her baby daddy, that nigga a idiot

I gave her magic and then disappear

And her man threw the Patek, the Richard look prettier

Maison Margiela, she call it "Margelia"

Cum on Kamila, fuck on her period

Baby I'm yours 'til I cut the umbilical, gone

Bad bitch in the Hollywood hills, I got molly wood thrills

I got lean withdrawals, substitute it with the pills

Give me head in the car, throw it out behind the wheel

Know well, I don't know how to deal, shawty real, shawty real (Yeah)

La-Kamila, tongue like a lizard how she licked it up

If it go down, I bet she get it up

She gon' sell her soul for them Dior Chuck's

She gon' bust it open in a Rolls truck

You ain't got no hope left

I was like "whoa, Kemosabe"

They got plenty hoes in the lobby

Can't hop out the Mazi with a thottie

I got Percs, I got molly

Baby, you get perks when you poppin'

I come from the dirt, from the bottom

Bitch, twerk, I got options

Mi casa, su casa, that's for my masters imposter's

No room for imposter's, gotta run for them dollars

Got P's and went straight to the college, I'm gone

Cum on Kamila, cum on Kamila

Her mouth look like a bowl of milk with no cereal

I put my spear in her like I'm Nigerian

Now she bi-curious, Ellen DeGeneres

Tunechi from Hollygrove, fuck 'til she comatose

Take off my 'Sace robe, fuck on my ironing board

Fuck in my skate park, cum on her face scar

Hol' up, wait for it, "boom" like a napalm

Fuck her for some Hermes, dick all in her cervix

She call me nobody 'cause she know nobody's perfect

Got her pussy with a purpose, I eat it like some Churches

I skeeted then I squirted, then I "arrive" to the "derci"

Bitch, take your fuckin' pants off, shake your fuckin' ass off

Suck it with your hands off, deep throat, can't cough

Tunechi out in Hollygrove, hit her with the dinosaur

Limpin' like her body blowin', drippin' like a snotty nose

Tell me how you love that, cum for me I'll bust back

Tell me where to cum at, ooh

Where my thumb at? Ooh

Every time she cum, she cry, that's a fun fact, ooh

I got somethin' for her eye, that's a cum-tact

Cum on Kamila, cum on Kamila

She got a tongue like a fuckin' chameleon

Suck the dick, swallow the paraphernalia

She 'bout to swallow a whole la familia

Cum on, cum on, cum on, cum on Kamila

She got a tongue like she fuckin' reptilian

I'm hard as fuck while I'm high, equilibrium

Cum on her face, that's just memorabilia

Ayo, big up to fifth ward

That's right, we be

God bless, bless up, rest up

We love you, Miss Betty Wright

Shoutout Denise, Jocelyn, and Kelly

No Ceilings 3

2 Diamonds lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Girl, you know

Girl, you know I fuckin' love you

That's on God, on his son too

But you be actin' like it's untrue

But you be actin'—cut!

Girl, you know I fuckin' love you

So why you actin' like it's just you?

Girl, you know we never rumble

But don't make me get someone to jump you

'Cause you be actin'

Actin' funny when your hair fixed

Actin' funny, I ain't laughin'

Get your pussy, not your ass kissed

Ooh, but my pool so big, got a yacht in it

And the yacht so big, got a pool on it

But the house empty when you not in it

When I look up at the ceilin', see the roof fallin'

My world so big but it stop spinnin'

My tears so big, it's a tsunami

Her pussy so good, got me short winded

So bad to me, so good for me

Pool so big, got a yacht in it

Yacht so big, got a pool on it

This house is not a home when you not in it

Got a new bitch with me, she just spot fillin'

World so big but it stop spinnin'

Tears so big it's a tsunami

Pussy so tight, I get locked in it

Leave the lights on, we look like two diamonds, yeah

But we don't even talk no more (No)

We run outta words to say

We don't even joke no more

We run outta games to play

We don't make love no more

And when we do, it's not the same way

It's not the same way

Girl, you know I fuckin' love you

On God, on his son too

You be actin' like it's untrue

You be actin', cut

Girl, you know I fuckin' love you

Why you actin' like it's just you?

Don't make me get someone to come through

Tie you up and make 'em fuck you, yeah

Ooh, yeah

Actin' funny when your hair fixed

Actin' funny, I ain't laugh, bitch

You, get your pussy, not your ass kissed, oh

Pool so big, got a yacht in it

Yacht so big, got a pool on it

House empty when you not in it

Look up at the ceilin', see the roof fallin'

My world so big but it stop spinnin'

Ask her what it is, she say, "You callin'"

Pussy so good, I get short winded

So bad to me, so good for me

Pool so big, got a yacht in it

Yacht so big, got a pool on it

House not a home when you're not in it

Got a new bitch with me, she just spot fillin'

World so big but it stop spinnin'

Tears so big like a tsunami

Sweet as moonshine, got the moon shinin'

Leave the lights on, we like two diamonds, yeah

Bling, bling

Afro lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Three, uh

I'm bout to shoot at a nigga, no layup

I pull up and step back and I get my J up, yea

Point-blank, I shoot at a nigga

Or shoot at her nigga from far like I'm Trae Young

Shoot at a nigga, no airball, ooh

Shoot at a nigga, no backboard

I break a full court press up at half-court

That's no cap like an afro

I swing that stick like Wayne Gretzky

I keep a K on me like I'm Coach K, Mike Krzyzewski

Hope you set tripping, then I gotta send shots

Get your whole set shot, quiet on the set bitch

Shoot at a nigga, no bank shot

Check the game clock, nigga, time is too precious

I shoot at a nigga, no rebound

Shoot the whole team down, rookies and veterans

She give me face time, no texting

She give me face through the zipper, bow

Open face, Tunechi got shooters like Golden State

Shoot at a nigga, no dribble, no handle

Shoot at a nigga, no dribble, no travel

Shoot at a nigga, no Euro-step

Still have my dribble, ain't using my pivot yet

Aim at his rim, and I hit the net

Shoot at the cheerleaders, blood on the pom-poms

Shoot your coach up, shoot the sidelines

Court side seats, get blood on the popcorn

Shoot you like Jordan, like Bron-Bron

Shoot at a nigga like Harden from the outside

Nigga can't guard, can't block mine

Shoot at a nigga, going hard from the foul line

He don't call, it's a hotline

Shoot at a nigga, no double-dribble

Shoot at a nigga, no crossover

Driveway looking like a toy store

I'ma ball, I'ma never turn the ball over

I'ma shoot at a nigga, on Mula

Pull up with two hundred guns, it's a shootout

Shoot at a nigga, no hooping, no hoopla

Tunechi, lil nigga, No Ceilings, no rooftop

I'm 'bout to spray at that nigga, no drizzle

Get down and lay down lil nigga, no pillow

I light up a J on a nigga, no Leno

I'm slime everyday on a nigga, no schedule

All of these lil' niggas claiming they killas

Just holding up guns, taking pictures in the mirror

Pop me a seal, I pour a line and reseal it

Then I laugh at these niggas

Don't they look like my children?

Giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle

She lick it right after I bust—that shit tickle

She swallow a shot glass of nut like tequila

She like to talk when she fuck, I couldn't hear her

She like to walk on my rug, it's chinchilla

She wan' fuck on my rug, I say, "Bitch, that's chinchilla"

She like to masturbate while on her period

Then suck her finger, I swear she the weirdest

My trigger finger, that's all with my blood

Used to party with bloods, now Hollywood drugs

Got bitches on drugs in the car waiting for us

Waiting on there to fuck and then all day we fucking

And all night we bucking, all white, the cups in it

Cocaine is soft, all white deluxe

And his head might come off and you might see his guts

And it might make you barf and the memory blush

Run it, run it

I can't keep up 'cause I might be on blow

And I might be on rush, yeah, I might be on slow

'Cause I might be on codeine and Promethazine

This ain't minor league bruh, I need ice in my punchy

Put ice on my nuts, that be icy as fuck

I'll be icy icy, very pricey

I be so lit up they call me "Chris Lighty"

You could get lit up just for some enlightenment

Fuck the indictments

I fuck the crystal and I fuck the diamond

I fuck some swimmers, and I fuck some divers

Never been fishy, but I fuck the Pisces

I fuck the simple and I fuck the silent

I fuck the gentle and I fuck the kindly

I fuck the physical, I fuck the violent

Then I fuck the mental and I fuck the body

I'm bout to shoot at a nigga, no layup

I pull up and step back and I get my J up, yeah

Point blank I shoot at a nigga

Or shoot at her nigga from far like I'm Trae Young

Shoot at a nigga, no airball, ooh

Shoot at a nigga, no backboard

I break a full court press up at half-court

That's no cap like an afro, ooh

Ayo, check this out, this is DJ Khaled

And I want to give a big shoutout to Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 3

But I want the people to know, Part 2 is coming soon

Lil Wayne the greatest, Young Money, 'pon your head

Funeral (2020)

 

• Funeral
• Mahogany
• Mama Mia
• I Do It
• Dreams
• Stop Playin With Me
• Clap For Em
• Bing James
• Not Me
• Trust Nobody
• Know You Know
• Wild Dogs
• Harden
• I Don't Sleep
• Sights And Silencers
• Ball Hard
• Bastard (Satan's Kid)
• Get Outta My Head
• Piano Trap
• Line Em Up
• Darkside
• Never Mind
• T.O.
• Wayne's World
• Shimmy (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Help (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Big Worm (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Multiple Flows (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Happen To You (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Russian Roulette (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Love You Fuck You (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• All The Dogs (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

Funeral lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Welcome to the funeral, yeah

Closed casket as usual

Yeah, welcome to the funeral

The choir's singin' musicals

Kumbaya, it's beautiful

I bust in with that Uzi, though

And they look like they saw Lucifer

Rrr

Welcome to the funeral

We not welcome, we intruded, though

You wanted smoke until you blew the smoke

(Phew)

That's just unexcusable

Welcome to the funeral, where we from, we ruin them

We been to quite a few of 'em

The reverend talk, we booin' him

We throw up the Piru at him

Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual

Soul snatching, that's usual

Amen, hallelujah though

Whole family delusional

Niggas cryin' like two-year-olds

Bullet holes come through the doors

I just crossed my heart, then I threw a rose

Damn, welcome to your funeral

Everybody knew you, bro

Ain't nobody shootin', though

Gotta die to see who you know

Damn, welcome to the funeral

Where we from, we ruin them

The preacher preach, we shootin' him

Now we need one for you and him

That's why they should cremate ya

Hope when you die they commemorate you

Life is a movie and it's in theaters

Some of y'alls already went to cable

Get shot from afar, you can get a facial

Black gun, chrome gun, interracial

Weed so strong, need ventilation

Funeral home need renovation

I got your mom's teary-eyed, that's precipitation

Nigga, when you died, did your bitch a favor

Nigga, we gon' mob like the Genoveses

Nigga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em

Drive-bys in a Winnebago

Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle

Sit tomatoes on your head and split tomatoes

From a hundred feet away, now it's a halo

That's tomato sauce, Heinz 57

Catch up, nigga, you behind, where I left you

I hate your bitch, your mom, and your fellas, kids, cousins

Uncles, aunts, and your nephew (Pfft)

Shoot a pussy nigga in the face, closed casket

Look his pretty kid in the face, poor bastard

Tears runnin' down his bitch face, romantic

Two straps on me like the old Bo Jacksons (Bah)

In his face, closed casket

Send him on the highway to heaven, no traffic

My lil' nigga just caught a body, he ecstatic

He cried tears of joy, then he got 'em tatted

Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual

Whole family delusional

Amen, hallelujah though

Choir singing musicals, Kumbaya, it's beautiful

I bust in with the Uzi though

They look like they saw Lucifer

Yeah, welcome to the funeral

Everybody knew you, bro

Ain't nobody shootin' though

That's just unexcusable

Damn, welcome to the funeral

Where we from, we ruin 'em

I've been to quite a few of them

My nigga, got immune to them

Damn, shoot a pussy nigga in the face, closed casket

Huh, huh, bop

Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards, goddamn

Drive-bys in a Winnebago

Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle

Sit tomatoes on your head then split tomatoes

From a hundred feet away, now it's a halo

In other words, the nigga dead

Mahogany lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Check

Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy

Gas to the floor, I'm pressin' fast forward, I race a NASCAR

Transport just what you asked for

Don't ask me what I asked for if you can't answer

Now who them Xans for?

I'll pop DANs for muscle relaxation, I'm a patient

Pick up the pace when I feel too adjacent to who I'm racing

Yeah, I'm spacin', I'm spacin' out

Oh, you faded? I'm faded out

Oh, you made it? I made it out

But you shady like 8 Mile

8 Ball from Orange Mound, letdown, I lay her down

Like an eagle, she spread it out, ate it out, yeah, I ate it out

I'm a Libra, I weigh it out

Hope the reaper don't take me out

I'm too eager to wait it out

Stuck the heater in Satan's mouth

Pray polices don't raid the house

Pay my taxes and baby moms

Ain't no cappin', don't play around

Hate me back then, they hate me now

In my lap is your face, I got napkins to waste

I got mansions with gates, feel like I'm NASA with space

Don't feel like answerin' my phone, I feel like thrashin' today

I put my ratchet on safe, and I feel actually safe

Catchin' spasms and aches, from all the hands I done shaked

And all the cash I done counted and all the blunts I done rolled up

I stunt when I rolled up

With a bad bitch sittin' in the front with her nose up

You know what's in my soda

And your trap house closin', your glass house broken

And my madhouse open and my lighthouse glowin'

Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy

Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy

Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy

Brains all over my mahogany dashboard

Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy

I think in my backyard, I need an airport

Mahogany sand, boy, I start a sand storm

Mahogany skin, touch me, I cut your hands off

Mahogany door handle to match the floor panel

Mahogany sand, mahogany Dior sandals

Mahogany dash, slime, I do the dash, slime

Sit the coke on the glass, slime, she snort a flat line

Good times, no hard times, uh-oh, it's that time

We at war, I check my Chopard for the exact time

Bang, bang, brrat time, I'm reppin' Fab Five

Flag high, red, red, red, bloody vampire

Plug was a fucking Arabi, it's no cap, slime

Judge gave me time, I did that time like nap time

Mahogany skateboard, I parked the Wraith for it

I kick, push straight forward, I hear Lupe flowin'

Under the skully, these bright mahogany dreads showin'

Let's get in bed and break these mahogany headboards

Oh, whoa, mahogany, yeah, whoa

Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy

Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy

Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy

Uh, yeah, I do the dash, boy

Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy

Brains all over my mahogany dashboard

Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys

Louis, Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys

Soon as we land, on mahogany sand

Maho-mahogany sand

Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys

Soon as we land, on mahogany sand

I ain't arguin', I'm sayin'

Ooh, mahogany

Mama Mia lyrics - Lil Wayne

 What's good, brother?

Beat 'round the bush and I'ma come around with a bush cutter and look for you

You niggas talkin' too much shit

I'm about to find a good plumber

Y'all lil' niggas is some foot soldiers, I'm a foot fungus

You dead, brother

I ain't a killer, but don't push me, like a red button

The gun headbutt you like "Bang, bang, bang, bang"

'Til your heart stop drummin'

I shoot you while the sun don't shine, this a hot summer

But fall dawg, I knock a wall off with this sawed-off

This bitch sound like a hard cough

I'm a wizard with this mothafucka like I went to Hogwarts

Cut the hog head and the tail off

I'm the nigga bitches put a spell on

And once it wear off, then, bitch, don't touch me like a airball

Say slime, I done ate slime, money tall like 8'9"

But I'm still starvin' like a skinny model in LA slime, that plate mine

Hooded up like Trayvon, no FaceTime

I don't FaceTime with my new thang

New Tang clan, like Raekwon, I'm stupid, nigga

Dumb, deaf, brazy, cray-cray, blind

But I still see in the dark, nigga

Dark nigga, Akon

I'm on my shit like maggots

And they then they grow and they fly

Got real bitches with fake asses

With real views and fake eyes

It's stupid, I'm stupid

I'm out of my Kufi, narcotic abuser

No needles, 'cause my pockets balloonin'

Your partners is poodles

Your bears is cubs, your crocodile's toothless

Titty-fuck your baby mama

She breastfeed your child while I do it, I'm stupid

Your crocodile's toothless

Titty-fuck your baby mama

She breastfeed your child while I do it, I looped it

(Mama Mia)

I'm out of my Tunechi, I'm mindin' my Tunechi

I'm shinin' my Uzi

They find 'em, I lose 'em, I'm hidin' out

Hopin' I don't smell like all these fuckin' vaginas I'm douchin'

Droppin' these jewels, it's precious like I'm droppin' my jewelry

I'm out of my Gucci, you not on my Gucci, that's not an exclusive

Designers, excuse me, massagers masseuse me

Oops, I mean masseuses massage me, I'm gruesome, I'm grimey

Turn you and lil' mami, to tuna salami

You pukin', she vomit, that's beautiful science

That's Tune in a Masi', that's who in a Hyundai

You stupid or drowsy? I pew in the 'Gatti

Pew, pew and I got 'em, pew, pew and I got 'em

Lil' Tunechi a shotta

Come through with my shottas, catch you and your thotta

Turn a nigga noodle to nada

Find it amusin', it's like it's a movie

This life is a movie, you died in the movie, I write and produce it

I cried as I view it, I'm lyin', I'm goofin', I'm tyin' my nooses

Lightin' my fluids, ignitin' influence, wait

Retire like Ewings, I'm high like I flew in

And my wife lookin' Jewish, wait

My money look Arabic, blunt lookin' Cuban

My eyes look Korean, the coke look Peruvian, wait

She European and she from Aruba, she from the States

Ass overseas, pussy foreign food, we overate

We throw them B's up high as the moon, suwu in space

I come from Mars, but I act like I'm from the Planet of the Apes

Mansion with a gate with some nice landscapes, the Atlantic across the way

Don't ask me what I make, I'ma be answerin' all day

Got a hammock, I'ma lay with a naked bitch with just a bandanna on her face

And I just psstt, took off, errr- and landed on her face

I cannonballed her face

Fuck her to some Diana Ross and faint

Damn, I lost the faith

Don't judge me, I took the stand and fought the case

You can't avoid the Drac'

Drip Bayless, I'm feelin' Shannon Sharpe today

Big rocks in my mouth, can't remember how many asteroids I ate

Your pastor called today, I told him that your casket on the way

Now pass the phone to bae

I'm bringin' a pole, you dancin' on his grave

He faker than the lashes on his babe, I'm like lashes on a slave

I'm ashin' on his head

He ain't got no credit and his Apple Card is dead

What's in your wallet?

(Mama Mia)

Funeral

I Do It lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Big Sean & Lil Baby)

 Phew, phew, yeah

If you weigh me down then I gotta remove you

If you in my way, then I gotta go through you (Don, Don)

Look, look, look, funeral

I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh)

They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (Huh)

You in my way, need to move, bitch (Huh)

Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Huh)

This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy

Money spread on me like Boosie

Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship

I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin'

All these burners here hot, but we coolin'

I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid

My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'"

I'm 'posed to have no gun, I got two of 'em

I never remind a nigga what I do for 'em

I was dead broke, sleep on the futon

Now I'm up, now I'm big house, few of 'em

Everyday I'm lit, my life like a re-run

If I take your shit, can't give you no refund

Ten mil' for a deal I agree on

I put on for Atlanta like Deion

Chrome Heart glasses, I can't see 'em

From the apartments to an arena

Where that lil' boy been? I ain't seen him

Look at God's child drivin' the Demon

Fuck what you heard

I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh)

They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (Huh, yeah)

You in my way, need to move, bitch (Yeah)

Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah)

This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy

Money spread on me like Boosie

Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship

Yeah, I don't talk shit, bitch, I do shit (I do shit)

Soft top on my car like it's Jewish (It's Jewish)

Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Ray Lewis)

Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt

Lil Tunechi, I'm in this bitch on the cookie like Lucious (Yeah)

I'm gonna sip, got that purple pollution (Yeah)

I get the checks and just do it no swooshes (Yeah)

Flex on my ex then I flex on my new bitch (Yeah)

No disrespect, I bust down the noose (Yeah)

Put it on my neck, now my neck is a nuisance (Yeah)

I am a mess, I am a mutant (Yeah)

Bullets go through your vest like it's translucent

I smoke the best exclusive

I'm somewhere else secluded (Secluded)

Fly to death, and your bitch just flew in

You a ref, my nigga, you blew it (You blew it)

I don't sketch, but the pistol, I drew it

Told myself to continue my duties

I got money from 2002, that I ain't seen since 2002

Me, Sean, and Brazy, my nigga, we boolin'

Ballin' so brazy, I dribble and shoot it

Just like I play for Emilio Pucci

I treat the Wraith like that bitch is Suzuki

I need a favorite woman like The Fugees

It's me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges

My skate stance is goofy, my bae ass is stupid

No fake asses truly, I'm makin' her moon me

Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt

I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (I do it)

They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (I knew it)

You in my way, need to move, bitch (Move bitch, huh)

Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah, yeah)

This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy (Yeah, yeah)

Money spread on me like Boosie

Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship (Yeah, yeah)

I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' (No snoozin')

All of these burners here hot, but we coolin' (Yeah, snorin')

I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid

My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'" (Yeah)

I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it

My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'"

Fake money, should keep your two cents (That mulah)

Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Yeah)

If you weigh me down, then I gotta remove you

If you in my way, then I gotta go through you

Funeral

Dreams lyrics - Lil Wayne

 I had a dream I was broke

No diamonds and no gold

Most saddest story ever told, oh

And I had a dream, I was a fool

No mansion or no pool

I woke up and I screamed

Thank God it was just a dream

Huh, huh, yeah, ooh

I live the American dream, huh

Foreign everything, huh

I turn my scariest dreams, uh, into fairy wings

I don't want beef, I just want green, that's vegetarian dreams

Dream, dream, yeah

I'm havin' that dream where I'm fallin', yeah

I land in the purplest water, yeah

I'll probably surface tomorrow, yeah

Dream of a world with new order, yeah

It spin like the perfect revolver, yeah

I dreamt I died and went to Heaven and came back

'Cause I got work in the mornin', yeah

Yeah, yeah, sleep tight, yeah, I daydream all night

Keep my head up right, don't let the fed bugs bite

One night I fell asleep in some good pussy and I woke up like "Oh shit"

Had a dream that I was broke, I ain't sleep with that same ho since

I had a dream I was broke

No diamonds and no gold (Yeah)

Most saddest story ever told, whoa

And I had a dream, I was a fool (Yeah, yeah)

No mansion or no pool (No)

I woke up and I screamed

Thank God it was just a dream

We in another dimension (Yeah)

She say I'm the man of her dreams (Yeah)

So after I fuck her, I pinch her (Yeah)

She had the wettest of dreams (Yeah)

She gon' wake up in a swimsuit (Yeah)

They tryna sell me some dreams

Way too fuckin' expensive (Yeah)

I been sippin' all this lean, that's why my eyes are dreamy (Dreamy)

In my dream and I wake up, see all these fuckin' Weezys (Damn)

Mister Sandman, all your sand about to turn to cement (Damn)

California weed got me California dreamin' (Yeah)

I'm your worst nightmare

I just wanna spend it all before I go to sleep (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Broke my heart and give it to you wrapped in 'chilla mink (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Waking up on the islands, OD's and violence (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

Roses with no thorns

I had a dream, (I had a dream) I was broke

No diamonds and no gold (No diamonds)

Most saddest story ever told, oh (Whoa)

And I had a dream, (I had a dream) I was a fool

No mansion or no pool (No, oh)

I woke up and I screamed

Thank God it was just a dream

Thank God it was just a dream

Thank God it was just a dream, yeah

Thank God it was just a dream

Thank God it was just a dream

Woke up and I screamed

Thank God it was just a dream

I just wanna spend it all before I go to sleep

Broke my heart and give it to you wrapped in 'chilla mink

Woke up on islands, OD's and violence

Roses with no thorns (Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah)

I just woke up with some new tattoos (Yeah, yeah)

I just woke up next to "Who is you and you and you?"

Got the groupie blue, woopty woo, hooty hoo

Make their dreams come true and then I put 'em back on snooze

Had a dream, I was a fool

No mansion or no pool (Yeah, yeah)

I woke up and I screamed...

Stop Playin With Me lyrics - Lil Wayne

 (Chill Stump on the beat)

Ooh, I got a plus sized model

But she my lil' mama

I make her bust it open for me like a piñata

And as the world turned, she was my spin doctor

'Cause when I was down, you all got lost on me like Bin Laden

I know that times changed, I don't think I've changed

I changed my mind a bunch of times, but that's just mind games

Baby, stop playin' with me

Do I look like I'm playin' with you?

I was runnin' from myself, and that's just who I ran into

Closed my eyes last night and had a dream I was dyin'

When I woke up, I was surprised, and I hate surprises

I hate to love, they love to hate, but when it's all synchronizin'

It feel just like the flames have died up in this cold state of mind

Promethazine tranquilizers as I say my goodbyes

Paid them no mind, and as I wait for my receipt

I just got my face tatted and it felt orgasming

I got on a straightjacket, then it must be fashion week

I just look like this, ho, don't be comparin' me

Shit is so embarrassing, low-key flattering

They'd rather battle royale, way before they battle me

Long live my skateboard and rest in peace to Adam Z

Motherfucker, stop playin' with me

Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me

Stop playin' with me, bitch, it's been a long time

For a long time

Time sure flies but it's on a long flight

No I don't need air time 'cause I got hang time

You think it's play time? Well bitch, it's game time

And you gon' stop playin' with me

Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me

Ooh, I've been feelin' like a killer since the diapers

I've been feelin' like a hitter since the minors

Sticky icky like a itsy bitsy spider

They say to be or not to be, bitch, I'm indecisive

I'm in the buildin' like the interior designer

You in your feelings like a bitch when she get her cycle

Ain't that a bitch, ain't that a bitch? I'm yellin', "Please don't wife her"

Dwayne Carter, niggas wanna be the DC sniper

Well, fuck it, I'm thuggin' on the low, I'm ballin' on the high

I'm fuckin' on the floor, she can crawl but can't hide

I'm Bloodin' with my bros, goin' hard with my slimes

It ain't nothin' to a GOAT but the roar of a lion

Jungle book, ho, it's another book show

No car keys needed, button push, go

We gon' ghost ride in the whip, then she believe in ghosts

I'ma snowplow on that bitch until she freezin' cold

She gon' slope style on the dick until she eat the snow

Put my foot down in this bitch, these niggas twinkle toes

Nigga, sit down, you a bitch, I heard your seat unfold

Way up in the nosebleeds, hold your head back, squeeze your nose

Nigga, stop playin' with me

Stop playing with me

It's been a long time, a long time

Long, long time since she loved me long time

Told her stop playin' with me

Stop playin' with me

No, I don't need air time 'cause I got hang time

You think it's play time? Well then it's game time

You gon' stop playin' with me

Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me

Stop playin' with me, bitch

Yes, I've been on time, for a long time

And time sure flies, but it's on a long flight

And you gon' stop playin' with me, yeah