Kant Nobody lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. DMX)

 Lovin' what you do, and doin' what you do

With the pure enjoyment of knowin' that you're the best at what you do (Okay)

Yo, couldn't nobody fuck with me then

Couldn't nobody fuck with me now, yo

Can't be serious, yo (What?)

Can't nobody, nobody, no-fuckin'-body (What, what, what?)

Fuck with me, with this rap shit, yo (What, what?)

Check it, I've been spittin' for twenty years (What, what?)

(What, what, what? Ayo)

(What, what, what, what?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hmm, uh

(What, what?)


Sometimes I smile to hide the miles of my road travelled (What? Uh)

Shake my hand, it felt like you just touched a stove handle (What, what?)

Holy cow, fuck the cow, I want the whole cattle (What? Uh)

Gucci buffs on my eyes, look like solar panels (What, what?)

Leavin' bitches on their own, like the Oprah channel (What, what?)

Can't trust my shadow, that's a fact, I can't get overshadowed (What, uh, what?)

Draco' soundin' like it's coughin' from the smokin' barrel (What? Ayo)

No peace, no serenity, nigga (What, what?)

Break in your vicinity, nigga, like virginity, nigga (What? Ayo)

Ain't into these niggas, just family, like the Genovese, nigga (What, what?)

The Kennedys, nigga, all street niggas ain't in the streets, nigga (Yeah)


Best rapper, ex-trapper, dress dapper (What, what?)

Swizzy gave me a head-banger, a neck-snapper (What? Ayo)

Ex-factor, make a rapper an example (What, what?)

All I need is a beat with a DMX sample (Ayo)

(What, what, what?)

(All I need is a beat with a DMX sample)

(Ayo, what, what, what? Ayo)

(All I need is—)

All—, all I need is a beat with a DMX sample


Say it with your chest, mama, say less, mama

Weezy F and the F is for F bomber

Yes, mama, I'ma eat you, like Jeff Dahmer

Say she on her period, let's make a mess, mama

Don't be on all of that, yeah, that's my twin, shit, alright

Don't hit my phone with all that "I'm just tappin' in" shit, alright

Fuck that friend shit, alright, I'm on my zen shit, alright

I'm on that DMT, I ain't on that DM shit, alright

Tryna get a beat right now, I'm on my Em' shit, alright

I'm just Weezy Oui, on my "Excuse My French" shit, alright

Fuck that bitch, shit, alright

Red beam on a Nina, she wore lipstick tonight, bah, bah, bah, bah


Best rapper, ex-trapper, dress dapper (What, what?)

Swizzy gave me a head-banger, a neck-snapper (What? Uh)

Ex-factor, make a rapper an example (What, what?)

All I need is a beat with a DMX sample (Uh)


Swizzy on the drum machine, I got the gun machine (What, what?)

That bitch go "Brr", it sound like bumblebees (What, what?)

Gun come with a magazine, long as a limousine (What, uh, what?)

You smell that decomp in the mornin', like some Jimmy Deans, uh (What? Ayo)


Best rapper, ex-trapper, dress dapper (What, what?)

Swizzy gave me a head-banger, a neck-snapper (What? Ayo)

(All I need is a beat with a DMX sample) (Ayo)

All I need is a beat with a DMX sample (What? Ayo)


(Ayo)

mixtape: Trust Fund Babies (2021)











 

Feelin' Like Tunechi lyrics - Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid

 Turn your wife to a groupie (Yeah)

He got smoked like a loosie (Yeah)

Ride the wraith like a hooptie (Yeah, skeet)

I've been feelin' like

I've been feelin' like Tunechi

Comin' live from the 5-0-4

Bad bitch in my mentions with a mil on the floor

Big Tunechi, I can't ride them little Mazzi's no more

Young nigga, still grindin', I'm the motherfuckin' goat

I've been feelin' like Tunechi

Huh, I've been feelin' like yeah, fuck 'em

Let me get in my bag, duffel

Eat that bitch like the last supper

Got her feelin' like ooo, Tunechi

Got me feelin' like yeah, fuck 'em

Got me feelin' like Rich The Kid

With grown ass man money


I took the top of the 'claren and lettin' the guts show

Walk in my bathroom, I stepped in the drugstore

Treat the 200 foot yacht like a tugboat

Who want smoke?

Yeah 'cause the bullet be drippin' like snot from a snub nose

I'm aimin' right for your heart like a love note

I told you right from the start, from the front door

I tote a rifle a pump it's a gun show

It's me and lil rich and a fleet of some bitches

We stick to the code like Leo Davinci

Many men they wishin' death upon me

Bop bop bop

Give 'em three wishes, I need me a bitch that be needin' them bitches

Fresh plate of pussy, I ain't cleanin' the dishes

Chef's plate of bosom, yeah, I skeet on her titties

Cream and delicious, more babies than a pediatrician

Court days I be leanin', I'm miss em

Nigga trippin' put the beef in the skillet

I pistol whip him, I got teeth on the glizzy

Like no way can't believe it, I'm serious

No way can't believe what I'm feelin'

No play, they don't need to play with me

OJ on this beat like it fit me


Turn your wife to a groupie (Yeah)

He got smoked like a loosie (Yeah)

Ride the wraith like a hooptie (Yeah)

I've been feelin' like

I've been feelin' like Tunechi

Comin' live from the 5-0-4

Bad bitch in my mentions with a mil on the floor

Big Tunechi, I can't ride them little Mazzi's no more

Young nigga, still grindin', I'm the motherfuckin' goat

I've been feelin' like Tunechi

Huh, I've been feelin' like yeah, fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)

Let me get in my bag, duffel (Duffel)

Eat that bitch like the last supper (Mm)

Got her feelin' like ooo, Tunechi (Ooo)

Got me feelin' like yeah, fuck 'em (Yeah)

Got me feelin' like Rich The Kid (Yeah)

With grown ass man money (Yeah)


Weezy F Bitch don't forget the baby (Baby)

Big Tunechi watch cost 480 (Big Tunechi)

And I'm still screamin' fuck you pay me

I been feelin' like Tunechi bought a Maybach Mercedes (Skrt)

I'm in that Truckfit

Imma fuck on the bitch and I'll make her lit (Make her lit)

Man I feel like Tha Carter, really rich (Really rich)

Keep it real, 100, I could never switch

You just a worker, the boss in this bitch (Boss)

I go Platinum just talkin' my shit

My bitch so bad get a bag if she throw a fit (Bag)

I'm the goat killer, rappers gettin' throat slit

Count another 50 mil like oh shit (Oh shit)

Bank account gettin' heavy like a gold brick (Gold brick)

I might buy a Bugatti (Bugatti)

Feelin' like Tunechi, Baby Momma get a big body


Turn your wife to a groupie (Yeah)

He got smoked like a loosie (Yeah)

Ride the wraith like a hooptie (Yeah)

I've been feelin' like

I've been feelin' like Tunechi

Comin' live from the 5-0-4

Bad bitch in my mentions with a mil on the floor

Big Tunechi, I can't ride them little Mazzi's no more

Young nigga, still grindin', I'm the motherfuckin' goat

I've been feelin' like Tunechi

Huh, I've been feelin' like yeah, fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)

Let me get in my bag, duffel (Duffel)

Eat that bitch like the last supper (Mm)

Got her feelin' like ooo, Tunechi (Ooo)

Got me feelin' like yeah, fuck 'em (Yeah)

Got me feelin' like Rich The Kid (Yeah)

With grown ass man money (Yeah)


I'm feelin' like fuck 'em

Headlock lyrics - Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid

 Pull up to the house in something you can't pronounce

All of my chains is out

Foreign lil' bitch, I'm learnin' her language now

I know what her name is now

But that ain't important

If he ain't gang, we extort him

I keep my brain on my quota

I do the dash; I won't see planes from the motor

Stay in your lane and get over

Beep, beep, beep, beep, all of these bags I'm a hoarder

All of this activist, movin' as fast as a tortoise

Been ballin' since way back, back, back

Me and Lil' Rich we've been ballin' since National Mory

I treat the cash like its garbage

The greener the grass in the garden

I'm plantin' a forest

Red as the ants in the army

Your bitch gon' get F'd like a test

She got class in the morning

Moonwalk, let the jewels talk

Got sticks, got racks, no pool balls

Don't think I won't shoot 'cause I'm a superstar

I could shoot for the stars at a shooting star

I could walk it like I talk it with my shoes off

Soft chinchilla in a villa that's too hard

Fuckin' on a lil' bitch, said her boyfriend a crip

Cut her off, if she try to give me blue balls

She-she twerk one booty cheek, she twerk one booty cheek

She twerk both booty cheeks, it go boom boom

I got one hoe with me, she got someone for me

Let me take off this red and get blue on (Mm)


Oh lord, oh lord (Yeah)

She said I got a head she can blow off (Ooh)

Headshot (Ooh), headshot (Yeah), that tongue put my dick in a headlock, mm

Oh lord (Yeah), oh lord (Yeah)

She said I got a head she can blow off (Mm)

Headshot (Yeah), headshot (Yeah), that tongue put my dick in a headlock (Headlock)

That tongue put my dick in a headlock (Headlock)

She gave me some neck stuck her neck out (Neck out)

I open her legs and she stretched out (Stretched out)

She lay in the bed and it's wet now (Mm)

She talk out her head and she melt down (Mm)

I gave her the J and it helped out (Mm)

I gave her the D and she fell out (Mm)

Put some ice on her finger, she chilled out (Big CEO)


You rappin' that shit that you ain't about

They really do anything for the clout (Clout)

His Daddy a rat, he a Minnie Mouse (Ha)

Ain't chasin' no bitches, we pick 'em out

These niggas be lyin'

Please don't speak on my name

She want fifteen minutes of the fame

Got a young nigga, die for a chain

Bought a Cuban link, have him knock out your brain

She wanna have a Trust Fund Baby

Open up wide, girl just face it

I ain't gotta say nothin', she gon' just get naked

Young nigga really rich no I ain't just fakin' (Ha)

Fuck is they talkin' 'bout, why they hatin' on me 'cause I made it out (Yeah)

Ain't flyin' but walkin' with hella knots (Yeah)

Took the Chrome Hearts and I made it hot (Yeah)

They really owe me a big, big, big check (Yeah)

I put it on, and it's gone 'cause I trend set (Yeah)

Hop in the Lamb, I accept my Vette (Ayee)

And go buy some shit that you can't get

I was proud of myself by the Prada fit

I don't need no deal with a profit split

Why you play with the gang, got a first aid kit

Why you brought this hoe around, now the bitch get hit

Yeah, I ain't really worried 'bout shit

My Baby Mama bad and my bank account lit

Ran up the money, I ain't asked for shit

My son needed pampers, I couldn't quit

Now I just might go buy a McLaren (McLaren)

Back to back me and Tunechi got 'em starin' (Tunechi)

Don't call my phone, no clearance

I need quarter mil for an appearance, bitch


(Uh) Oh lord (Ooh), oh lord (Yeah)

She said I got a head she can blow off

Headshot (Ooh), headshot (Yeah), that tongue put my dick in a headlock, mm

Oh lord, oh lord

She said I got a head she can blow off

Headshot (Yeah), headshot (Ooh), that tongue put my dick in a headlock (Yeah)

That tongue put my dick in a headlock (Yeah)

She gave me some head stuck her neck out (Yeah)

I open her legs and she stretched out (Yeah)

She lay in the bed and it's wet now (Yeah)

She talk out her head and she melt down (She melt down)

I gave her the J and it helped out (It helped out)

I gave her the D and she fell out

Put some ice on her finger, she chilled out


Oh lord, oh lord

She said I got a head she can blow off

Headshot (Headshot), headshot (Headshot), that tongue put my dick in a headlock, mm

Trust Fund lyrics - Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid

 Could have bought a house, but I bought a Jesus piece

Could have thought they were the feds how they stalkin' me

Could have put her in Chanel, she from overseas

Could have bought a Plain Jane, but her wrist freeze

Pocket full of Maserati, full of swiss cheese

Could have pulled up on a Jet, but did the Jet Skis

X pills triple stacked like Wendy's

Walkin' round with the 9 like I'm Drew Brees


Shootin' those boys, takin' Mickey D's

Tunechi in the lamb truck, I'm in the Bentley B

You was tryna' get a deal, I told him "Sign to me"

All my niggas Rich Forever, how it gotta be

Wait, all you niggas bitch forever, you can't lie to me

Better go and get your Reverend, let the choir sing

Goin' hard like a wedding on a Diamond ring

AR keep spinnin' like a slot machine


Now a nigga Rich Forever, they gon' call me

Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling

I was countin' up the hundreds till the morning

We was getting to them racks while they snoring

Tryna make a mill', that's easy

Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji

The niggas who hatin', they really wan' be me

You see that I'm Rich, back then didn't believe me


Bitch stop, it's lonely at the top

I just heard my ears pop

A fiend for the guap, like Pookie Chris Rock

Fuck her for some Gucci socks

She gon' have to run the top, for the flip flops

Yeah, boy stop

Run up on the opp, I just saw his heart drop

My bitches on the base, I feel like a shortstop

And I just caught a case, I'ma still ball out

Till I ain't got no more fouls


Now a nigga Rich Forever, they gon' call me

Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling

I was countin' up the hundreds till the morning

We was getting to them racks while they snoring

Tryna make a mill', that's easy

Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji

The niggas who hatin', they really wan' be me

You see that I'm Rich, back then didn't believe me


I get the bag and go straight to the plug

And I buy his ass out

And now it's a drought

Fuck on my hoe tilI I tire her ass out

My watch face drippin'

I had to ask it "What you cryin' about?"

Flyin' her out

She get back home she be runnin' her mouth

Pick a Bugatti up, put the Cullinan down

Tell your friends I'll fly every one of them down

Put 'em on a jet, tell 'em meet me in the islands

Said she wanna fuck me and all of my diamonds

My shooter from the trenches, got a chain, yeah, he shinin'

Let Gram drive the Bentley and he crashed on the mileage

I'm Rich like fuck it

If I gotta bring your friend, then she fuckin'

I was broke that hoe left somethin'

Haters talkin' 'bout a whole lot of nothin'


Now a nigga Rich Forever, they gon' call me

Coach, put me in the game, I've been balling

I was countin' up the hundreds till the morning

We was getting to them racks while they snoring

Tryna make a mill', that's easy

Bought a brand new Patek, all water, that's Fiji

The niggas who hatin', they really wan' be me

You see that I'm Rich, back then didn't believe me


Bitch stop, it's lonely at the top

I just felt my ears pop

A friend for the guap, like Pookie Chris Rock

Fuck her for some Gucci socks

She gon' have to run the top, for the flip flops

Yeah, boy stop

Pull up on the jet, jet skis, or yacht

Broke bitches that's a pet peeve, call blocked

Pockets like they got hickeys, all knots

We just go to war, no keys, warlock

Ran up on the opp, saw that boy heart drop

Bitches on the base, I feel like a shortstop

I just caught a case, but I still ball out

Till I ain't got no more fouls


Trust Fund

Admit It lyrics - Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid

 (Hoooh!)


I admit it (I admit it)

I was wrong, but I had to get it (Had to get it)

Ain't finna be workin' no job that pay seven-fifty (Hell nah)

More like seven figures (Figures)

My dream was to be a rich nigga (Rich nigga)

Studio in the basement tigger (Tigger)

Young niggas out pullin' them triggers


Why you mad at me, cause my bills paid (Bills paid)

I put the lean in my lemonade

Stole the lunch money in the third grade

I told my teacher we could shoot the fade (Woo!)

My bitch roll with me like Cascade (Cascade)

In jail, I learned to play the spades (Play the spades)

Now I wake up and I got it made (Got it made)

So many games I ain't never played (Ha)

These rappers roaches, need some fuckin' Raid (Fuckin' Raid)

Don't need an Uber, got an Escalade (Escalade)

Stackin' money, I've been livin' great (Livin' great)

She fuck me so good that I woke up late (Ha)

I admit (I admit)

I was hustlin' 'til I went legit (Went legit)

Ran off on the plug I gave him counterfeit (Ha)


I admit it (I admit it)

I was wrong, but I had to get it (Had to get it)

Ain't finna be workin' no job that pay seven-fifty (Hell nah)

More like seven figures (Figures)

My dream was to be a rich nigga (Rich nigga)

Studio in the basement tigger (Tigger)

Young niggas out pullin' them triggers


I admit it

You done me wrong, but I'm glad you did it

Yeah, could have got you back but I got back to business, bitch

Ooh, you know I'm a God, you gotta act religious bitch

Ooh, had to cut you off and give your ass the scissors bitch

Ooh, yeah, I like my bitch new, yeah

Lemme flick my hair back, uh, ravishing Rick Rude, yeah

I used to stare at her cat, I tell that shit "roof"

She catchin' flashbacks, that what that dick do

But I admit it I was fucked up

But I ain't trippin' I kept it one hun

The dumbest bitches have dumb luck

But when shit got sticky I ain't get stuck

And with all I was given, I ain't give up

I thought I was livin' I ain't live enough

I had to cut your ass out the picture, so I took a picture and I cut it up, mm


I admit it (I admit it)

I was wrong, but I had to get it (Yeah, yeah)

Ain't finna be workin' no job that pay seven-fifty (I admit it)

More like seven figures (Yeah)

My dream was to be a rich nigga

Studio in the basement tigger (Yeah)

Young niggas out pullin' them triggers


I admit it

You done me wrong, but I'm glad you did it

Could have got you back but I got back to business bitch

Ooh, you know I'm a God, you gotta act religious bitch

Ooh, had to cut you off and give your ass the scissors bitch

Ooh, I like my bitch new

She like my bitch too

And she gon' like Rich too

Trust fund, yeah


I like my bitch new

I admit it I was fucked up

I admit it, I'm a trust fund baby

Shh lyrics - Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid

 Aye, trust fund, trust fund, trust fund

I get my money by lump sums

I get the check and I go dumb (Go dumb)

Rack in the money got threesomes

Bitch I'm a problem, literally (Literally)

I'm back in my bag, you kidding me?

I bought her a bag from Italy (Italy)

That money we gettin' infinity

Nigga be rappin' cappin' (Cappin')

I thought you was rich, what happened? (What happened?)

More sticks in the trap, no lackin'

More shows too much on a backend (Backend)

Bitch I'm big boss, call me CEO

Had my hitter pull up like a Dominoes

Had to give me the brain like an honor roll

Got a bank roll, but it never fold

I was freezin' freezin' like an eskimo

I ain't signed a deal, not to Alamo (Alamo)

Bitch I'm rich forever, so I'm never broke (Never)

Me and Tunechi, that's a double goat

Sippin' on clean, clean (Clean)

In her mouth like Listerine (Rine)

I woke up and I bought a ring (Ring)

You broke, then don't say a thing (Broke)


Trust fund, trust fund, trust fund

Suck me 'til your tongue numb

Fuck her 'til she numb numb

Countin' 'til my thumbs numb

Put that on my unborn

Skatin' with my gun showin'

She tell me how her day goin'

I tell her where my nut goin'

Rich and Tun

If they salty throw it in the wound

Plenty goons, shooter shootin' like Benny Boom

Bitches new

On a yacht, somewhere in Tulum

In her womb, in her mouth like a silver spoon

I'm back in my bag, you kiddin' me?

This gun in my bag artillery

I move the bag left by Hilary

Got suicide doors I'm killin' me

I bought my bitch a ring

You hoes are only a fling

I sold your hoe a dream

You broke, then don't say a thing


Shh

Money talk nigga

If you broke, shut up like we playin' golf nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Money talk nigga

If you broke, shut up, better not even cough nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Money talk nigga

I been drippin' on your bitch, wipe her off nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Money talk nigga

If you broke, shut up like we playin' golf nigga


Aye, trust fund, trust fund, trust fund

I get my money by lump sums

I get the check and I go dumb

Rack in the money got threesomes

Bitch I'm a problem, literally

I'm back in my bag, you kidding me?

I bought her a bag from Italy

That money we gettin' infinity


Trust fund, trust fund, trust fund

Suck me 'til your tongue numb

Fuck her 'til she numb numb

Countin' 'til my thumbs numb

I'm back in my bag, you kiddin' me?

This gun in my bag artillery

I move the bag left by Hilary

Got suicide doors I'm killin' me


Trust fund, trust fund, trust fund

I get my money by lump sums

I get the check and I go dumb

Rack in the money got threesomes

Bitch I'm a problem, literally (Literally)

I'm back in my bag, you kidding me?

I bought her a bag from Italy (Italy)

That money we gettin' infinity


Shh

Money talk nigga

If you broke, shut up like we playin' golf nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Money talk nigga

If you broke, shut up, better not even cough nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Money talk nigga

I been drippin' on your bitch, wipe her off nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Money talk nigga

If you broke, shut up like we playin' golf nigga

Big Boss lyrics - Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid

 Now my bitch, she get a Birkin if I make her mad (Bitch)

Now I'm rich, I stuff a hundred in the trash bag (Rich)

Free my niggas put that on my Momma and my Dad

Fucked her once she said that I'm the best she ever had

I'm a big boss (Yeah)

Fuck her then I make her get lost (Yeah)

Punch you out like Kriss Kross (Yeah)

Buck fifty what my wrist cost (Yeah)

In one call, we gon' knock him off (Yeah)

Bought a crib, moved out the loft (Yeah)

Bad bitch and her ass too soft (Yeah)

On this drink, I might dose off (Yeah, big boss)


I don't need no friends

Maybach drop a truck, I pre-order a Benz

That's your Baby Momma, knock her right down like a bowling pin (Bowling pin)

Got a hundred bands on me right now and an F & N (Right now)

Just started, I ain't finished yet

Left the quarantine with a bigger check

Made four mil just to be correct

I could buy a Patek, put it on your neck

Or I mean, put it on your head

Give a fuck what ya'll think, gon' end up dead

Beam on him and it might be red

Didn't kill a nigga, fucked his bitch instead

Bottega I'm an addict (Addict)

I just met this bitch last night, she called me "Daddy" (Daddy)

Fucked her in the Cadi

Call herself a baddie (Woo)

Send her fifty thousand in a Uber, what's the addy?

I'm rich


Now my bitch, she get a Birkin if I make her mad (Bitch)

Now I'm rich, I stuff a hundred in the trash bag (Rich)

Free my niggas put that on my Momma and my Dad

Fucked her once she said that I'm the best she ever had

I'm a big boss (Yeah)

Fuck her then I make her get lost (Yeah)

Punch you out like Kriss Kross (Yeah)

Buck fifty what my wrist cost (Yeah)

In one call, we gon' knock him off (Yeah)

Bought a crib, moved out the loft (Yeah)

Bad bitch and her ass too soft (Yeah)

On this drink, I might dose off (Yeah)


But don't sleep

I might not hear my phone beep

I'm at home on the gas

I'll call you when I'm on E

I'm at home countin' money

I lose my count I'm gon' freak

Bought a house the other day and gave all my thots their own key


I do it bigger than bosses

With all these sticks' we golfin'

With all this drip it's a faucet

Turn all the pictures to portraits

Got too rich imma target

My Momma wish I would bargain

But I walk it like I talk it

Money talk and they arguin'

I put my trust in the funds

Make her dust off them ones

I drop some tuss in my punch

Then drop some nuts on her gums

Chuck the deuce up but to her that's just a couple of ones

When she get pissed, I ice her wrist and make her fuck with some gloves

I love her


Now my bitch, she get a Birkin if I make her mad (Yeah)

Now I'm rich, I stuff a hundred in the trash bag (Yeah, yeah)

Free my niggas put that on my Momma and my Dad (Yeah)

Fucked her once she said that I'm the best she ever had

I'm a big boss

Fuck her then I make her get lost

Punch you out like Kriss Kross

Buck fifty what my wrist cost (Yeah, yeah)

In one call, we gon' knock him off

Bought a crib, moved out the loft

Bad bitch and her ass too soft

On this drink, I might dose off


But don't sleep

I might not hear my phone beep

I'm at home on the gas

I'll call you when I'm on E

I'm at home countin' money

I lose my count I'm gon' freak

Bought a house the other day and gave all my thots their own key

Still lyrics - Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid

 Uh, trust fund baby

Lump sums baby

Got a bunch of 'em baby

Not some money baby

Got much money baby

Brrp brrp, the money comin' baby

By the dump truck baby


Young Money baby

Tryna' fuck someone baby

Boutta run something baby

I'm over here havin' too much fun baby

That ho dreamin' havin' my trust fund baby

Gotta suck something baby

What's up, baby?

What that talk 'bout? Run that tongue for me, baby

Yeah, give me some head for some bread

Ooh, that's lunch money baby

Rich nigga screamin' out, "Fuck money, baby"

Like what money, baby?

Blood gang baby, that's blood money baby

Love got her own money, love money baby

Laughin' to the bank now, no words for the baby


Tell 'em hush lil baby, I don't trust nothing baby

Fuck that shit, I'll bust one, baby

Got a few guns baby, not one gun baby

Need two cups baby, not one cup baby

You done blew up baby, I done fucked already

But we could keep that between just us, baby

Shh I done said too much, huh, baby?

Frrr, I done made too much, huh, baby?


Still in the coupe goin' crazy

Not the Vette, that's a Lamb baby

Blockin' these bitches like spam baby

Swipin' my card, I got scams baby

I pull up with Tunechi like Weezy baby

She asked for my kid and I told her, "Maybe"

That my baby momma then she get a Mercedes

Bitch I'm rich forever, have a trust fund baby


Still in the coupe goin' crazy

Not the Vette, that's a Lamb baby

Blockin' these bitches like spam baby

Swipin' my card I got scams baby

I pull up with Rich, he a soldier baby

She asked for my kid and I told her, "Maybe"

That my baby momma then she get a Mercedes

Bitch I'm rich forever, have a trust fund baby


My kid get a trust fund

I got rich and bought more guns

I been shootin' like James Bond

Help me up I had no bond

I fucked a bitch now she rich

Plain Patek on her wrist

If I fuck her it's a risk

Goin' raw, tryna' miss

Pull it out and tell her kiss it


Still in the coupe goin' crazy

Not the Vette, that's a damn McLaren

I pull up with Weezy, your baby starin'

Bitch colder than the chain, than the ice I'm wearin'

How I turned to a martyr I don't do no carin'

I just caught a million dawg, need a veterinarian

I'm a real deal boss, ain't no damn comparin'

Half a million Plain Pateks, I don't even wear 'em

Fuck her from the back and smack it

Good pussy, I'm a addict

Bought a Benz and then she matte it

Lunch money, I'm her daddy

Throw it back, she got a fatty

Baby mama get a new Benz

Came with my chopper, I got no friends

It's a triple stack, I was rollin'

Pop a pill and break her back in


These niggas be actin'

Tell your bitch 'cause you really were lackin'

I ain't stressed out, I'm really relaxin'

Pinky armour, money be stackin'

Young nigga tryna catch a Kardashian

Drop off baby then I end up crashin'

Can't love a ho, I'ma end up passin'

In the coupe goin' crazy like still

Young nigga, Fresh Prince like Will, for real


Still in the coupe goin' crazy

Not the Vette, that's a Lamb baby

Blockin' these bitches like spam baby

Swipin' my card I got scams baby

I pull up with Tunechi like Weezy baby

She asked for my kid and I told her, "Maybe"

That my baby momma then she get a Mercedes

Bitch I'm rich forever, have a trust fund baby


Still in the coupe goin' crazy

Not the vette, that's a Lamb baby

Blockin' these bitches like spam baby

Swipin' my card I got scams baby

I pull up with Rich he a soldier baby

She asked for my kid and I told her, "Maybe"

That my baby momma then she get a Mercedes

Bitch I'm rich forever, have a trust fund baby


Goin' brazy

Bleedin' lyrics - Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid

 Look at my eyes, they bleedin', uh

Look at your guys, they bleedin', uh

Look at this fire I'm breathin', uh

Look at my blood, it's freezin', uh

Reppin' this 5, I bleed it, uh

Slapped to my Slime, I'm sneezin', uh

Lookin' behind, I'm leadin' uh

Open your mind, I'll read it, uh

Look at your bride, she cheatin', uh

Open her mouth, I feed it, uh

Open her mouth, she speechless, uh

Over and out, I'm leavin', err

Look at my tires, they screechin', yeah

Livin' like Tide, they bleach me, yeah

Feds been tryna' Big Meech me, damn

Feds never fled, they greedy, man

Re-re-red, repeat it, flag

Re-re-re-reheat it, yeah

Look at my eyes they bleedin', yeah

Look at my eyes they bleedin'


Come along, come along, come along, come on

Woman on woman on woman on woman

Come on her tongue and watch the other one tongue her

She sat on my thumb and my thumb in her thumper

That woman start jumpin' and her pussy start thumpin'

That cookie start crumblin', that shit been on dumpin'

I was lookin' so scrumptious, I done gave the hoe the munchies

Said her hair was in the way, so I gave the hoe my scrunchie, uh

Tony Montana no Dungy, uh

Really financial no budget, uh

Pretty bitch sandwich, no mustard, uh

She swallow a whole family, no guzzlin' uh

I buy a whole Lamb and don't touch it, uh

Pop a whole Xan, feel nothin', uh

Rob her old man, he had nothin', uh

Hollygrove, man, still bloodin', uh


Look at my eyes, they bleedin', uh

Look at your guys, they bleedin', uh

Look at this fire I'm breathin', uh

Look at my blood, it's freezin', yeah


Look at my eyes they bleedin'

Look at your bitch sip semen

Look at my life, I'm dreamin'

She want the dick, she fiendin', yeah


Look at my eyes, they bleedin', uh

Look at your guys, they bleedin', uh

Look at this fire I'm breathin', uh

Look at my blood, it's freezin', uh


Look at my bitch, she leakin'

Look at your hoe, she decent

You tryna' lock a bitch down like the precinct

I'ma hit it from the back, he police it, yeah

All red Rari, I'm bleedin'

Ridin' 'round with the stick, so you know somethin' sick

I don't want no bitch gon' make my life all crazy

Need a bitch like Megan, have a trust fund baby

Might make a Mili

Puttin' money on your head, I mean it

Niggas stressin' for the fame, I don't need it

Gave a bitch a baby, told her keep it, it's a secret, shhh

Young Money, Rich Forever

We gettin' money and stick together

Look at my wrist on another level

She sing on my dick like a acapella


Look at my eyes they bleedin', uh

Look at your guys they bleedin', uh

Look at this fire I'm breathin', uh

Look at my blood it's freezin'


Look at my eyes they bleedin'

Look at your bitch sip semen

Look at my life I'm dreamin', yeah

She want the dick she fiendin', yeah


Look at my eyes, they bleedin', uh

Look at your guys, they bleedin', uh

Look at this fire I'm breathin', uh

Look at my blood, it's freezin', yeah

Nigga, I'm Top 5, bleed it, uh

Slapped to my Slime, I'm sneezin', yeah

Lookin' behind, I'm leadin', yeah

Open your mind, I'll read it, yeah

Look at your bride, she cheatin', ugh

Open her mouth, I feed it, ugh

Devil come out, I'm demon, uh

Over and out, I'm leavin', err

Look at my tires, they screechin', yeah

Livin' like Tide, they bleach me, yeah

Feds been tryna' Big Meech me, damn

Feds never fled, they greedy, man

Re-re-red, repeat it, flag

Re-re-re-reheat it, yeah

Look at my eyes they bleedin', yeah

Look at my eyes they bleedin'

Buzzin' lyrics - Lil Wayne, Rich The Kid & YG

 Trust fund baby

Trust fund, mmhmm


I'm that nigga, Slime that nigga

Five that nigga, Five that nigga

Find that nigga dead

On his head I left a shiny nickel

Shiny blicka, counterfeit

Tiny trigger

Trigger finger ain't even itchin'

Kind of tickle, I'm a sicko


Honolulu with my new new

Rockin' MuMu like it's FuBu

Red everything but Bluetooth

On your grave I do the juju

Mhmm

Look at my chain, it's bussin'

Drip on Usain, it's runnin'

She give me brain that's skully

She drunk a Wayne McFlurry

Mmm and I'm on a Xan buzzin'

I'ma machine gun 'em

That money machine runnin'

Them niggas know we ain't runnin'

That washin' machine money

I'm talkin' 'bout clean money

I'm talkin' 'bout me and money

All of my bees buzzin'

Zero degrees buzzin'

What do that mean?

Buzzin' that mean that this shit is a breeze for me

I be on them trees feelin' like the mothafuckin' chimpanzees buzzin'

It's zero degrees and I might squeeze if you sneeze buzzin'


Pass me the cup, buzzin'

I need the lean buzzin'

She fucked the whole team buzzin'

The choppa got beam buzzin'

I do not bang nothin'

My bro got the bitches comin'

That's the bro, yeah that's the buzzer

Like a bee, I'm really buzzin'


That ain't my bitch, I let her fucked the brozallini

I went to Elian, I bought a ring of VVs

Buzzin' be trappin', rappin'

On the block, but the boys stay cappin'

Netflix how that boy keep actin'

Buzzin' with me and you know he bustin'

Yeah, we buzzin'

I'm with my buzzer

They're like where'd you get your chain that shit bussin'

Yeah, don't worry 'bout that splash

Hundred racks, that's lil boy cash

Two hundred on the big boy dash

Heard buzzer trippin', he don't get no pass

Mhmm

Money on me now like mhmm

Bet she want a bag mhmm

Rollie bustin' and the buzzer got one too

Buzzin' got the magic coupe


Pass me the cup, buzzin'

I need the lean buzzin'

She fucked the whole team buzzin'

The choppa got beam buzzin'

I do not bang nothing

My bro got the bitches comin'

That's the bro, yeah that's the buzzer

Like a bee, I'm really buzzin'


Ok, I'm really bloodin'

Go down with the blicky, fuck it

I rather get caught with somethin'

I can't be Ricky runnin'

On the opps we huntin'

Ya'll never score ya'll puntin'

I like my hoes disgustin'

On my way, your bitch I'm comin' (Take that, take that, take that)

You like savin' hoes, you a hoarder

We cross out the opps, we be crossin' boarders

Su gang I be sendin' orders

Su gang red rags on my daughter


Pass me the cup, buzzin'

I need the lean buzzin'

She fucked the whole team buzzin'

The choppa got beam buzzin'

I do not bang nothin'

My bro got the bitches comin'

That's the bro, yeah that's the buzzer

Like a bee, I'm really buzzin'


Mmhmm

I'm that nigga, Slime that nigga

Five that nigga, Five that nigga

Find that nigga dead

On his head I left a shiny nickel

Shiny blicka, counterfeit

Tiny trigger

Trigger finger ain't even itchin'

Kind of tickle, I'm a sicko

Mmhmm


Yeah Yeah lyrics - Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid

 (Timothy on the beat)


Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah


Bitch gon' give me that throat (Bitch)

Bitch, you better choke (Choke)

Bitch, I'm worth a check (Check)

Yeah, come give me that neck (What?)


Yeah, my diamonds they V's (V's)

My car need no keys

My bitch got no fleas (Woo)

She want the dick, say, "Please"


Yeah, yeah

Diamond clear, chandelier

Double Cs, two pair

Popped a perky, like oh yeah (Oh yeah)


Yeah, yeah

She can't play me, I'm two player

I told the bitch, "You better not dare"

Hit it from the back, make her scream, "Oh yeah"


That Bentley the B

Money is taller than me

Fuck her, she payin' a fee

Ballin', Lebron in a 3


Yeah, bitch gon' give me that sloppy

Havin' more hoes than A$AP Rocky

Spanish bitches they be callin' me, "Papi"

Young nigga, got the game on lock


Yeah, yeah

I brought the sand to the beach

Bad bitch, like Mona Lis-

Ballin' hard, don't need receipts


Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah


Bitch gon' give me that throat (Bitch)

Bitch, you better choke (Choke)

Bitch, I'm worth a check (Check)

Yeah, come give me that neck (What?)


Yeah, my diamonds they V's (V's)

My car need no keys

My bitch got no fleas (Woo)

She want the dick, say, "Please"


Yeah, yeah

Diamond clear, chandelier

Double Cs, two pair

Popped a perky, like oh yeah


Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah


Yeah, yeah

She just want give me some sloppy, yeah

She just want lick on my lolli, yeah

She just want spit on this shiny, yeah

She leave it slippery, slimy, yeah


She started sniffin' a Molly, yeah

She started itchin' and smilin', yeah

She started touchin' her body, damn

She started drippin', hydraulics


Wam, give me brain

In the lap, give me neck

Von Trap

High heels, pay the bills

Got her ass out of debt


She's a worker, not a quitter

Skeeter, squirter

But not a spitter


Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah


Bitch gon' give me that throat (Bitch)

Bitch, you better choke (Choke)

Bitch, I'm worth a check (Check)

Yeah, come give me that neck (What?)


Yeah, my diamonds they V's (V's)

My car need no keys

My bitch got no fleas (Woo)

She want the dick, say, "Please"


Yeah, yeah

Diamond clear, chandelier

Double Cs, two pair

Popped a perky, like oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)


She just want give me some sloppy, yeah

She just want lick on my lolli, yeah

She just want give me some sloppy, yeah

She just want lick on my lolli, yeah


She just want give me some slop-

She just want lick on my Lolli

She just want spit on this shiny

She leave it slippery, slimy, yeah


She just want give me some sloppy, yeah

She just want lick on my lolli, yeah

She just want give me some sloppy, yeah

She just want lick on my lolli, yeah


She just want give me some sloppy

She just want lick on my Lolli

She just want spit on this shiny

She leave it slippery slimy, yeah


Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah


Bitch gon' give me that throat (Bitch)

Bitch, you better choke (Choke)

Bitch, I'm worth a check (Check)

Yeah, come give me that neck (What?)


Yeah, my diamonds they V's (V's)

My car need no keys

My bitch got no fleas (Woo)

She want the dick, say, "Please"


Yeah, yeah

Diamond clear, chandelier

Double Cs, two pair

Popped a perky, like oh yeah

mixtape: No Ceilings 3: B Side (2020)




















 

Tyler Herro lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Big Sean)

 You're not gonna believe this

They still tryna put a ceiling on our greatness

So we took the fuckin' ceiling off

What you think they can stop this?

No Ceilings 3, B-Side

They don't want us to give you No Ceilings 3

So we give you No Ceilings 3, B-Side

You can't put a ceiling on our greatness

So we took the fuckin' ceiling off

Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled

No Ceilings 3, B-Side

Another one, 'pon your head


Five white girls but they not Spice Girls

Just some hot girls who like to snort white girl

I'm in a all black coupe like Dark Knight, girl

These here Jimmy Choos, not Off-Whites, girl

Five AKs and they pop, NSYNC

Got five lil' baes and they pop and drink

If it's not bright pink then it's not my drink

These bright white links make your eyesight weak

Runnin' through a bag like YouTube money

New Orleans nigga, got beaucoup money

I voodoo somethin', I wish you would do somethin'

Milkin' this shit like the Yoo-Hoo bunny

Got the private plane lit and the Bluetooth runnin'

Tunechi gon' spit like a new tooth comin'

Everybody 5 like the FUBU company

Whole bunch of zeros like a new bag of Funyuns

Tunechi got shottas like Buju Banton

Bullets that'll shoot through mountains

Talkin' that shit and I Doo Doo Brown 'em

I punish these boys, I ground 'em

Yeah, and these funny ass boys, I clowned 'em

I'm laughin' so hard, laugh louder

Yeah, Young Money so raw, no condom

No teeth, just jaws, just tonsils

Fuck everything that they say about me

I done fucked every bad bitch that stay on South Beach

Money talk, mine just gave a nice speech

Just laid a bitch down like Laila Ali

Sittin' in the throne, tryna stay in my seat

It cost to be the boss, bitch payin' my fee

Only smoke blunts, give the J to wifey

Every now and then, I might hit the J like Kyrie

The ones that hate me the most look just like me

You tatted up and say that they GOATs, just like me

If I inspired you, that's so inspirin'

That Nina work for me, that ho can get fired

Golf Wang Converse, I'm Lil Tyler

Might skate in 'em, might not even rock 'em

Bad bitch, nice top, nice bottom

Fuck her with my chains on, she melt the ice out 'em

Superstar shit, smellin' like roses

Superstar dick, spread it like COVID

Flag red as fuck but I'm golden

Casket lit, was up and I closed it

Opp dead, this Hell and I'm Satan

Thousand bullet shells, yeah I'm blatant

No Ceilings, she's stargazin'

Dead presidents, reincarnated

Tyler Herro, workin' on my jumper

I need a hero, fuckin' Wonder Woman

No Ceilings, third times a charm

Nigga, I don't fuck with you like Big Sean


Fuck what's on your tomb, it's carved in stone

Just like statues of me when I'm gone

Artists, yeah, artillery get drawn

Boy I goes in like outside was a storm

Upgraded, this ain't even my final form

Can't say you ain't been warned, you ain't on what I've been on

I live and breathe and die by this lifestyle shit

It just don't sit on my charm

Take my kindness for weakness then you not strong

Whole city remind me when I'm gone

When I was down bad, I didn't complain

I was at the bottom right where I belong

If you don't climb to the top, you're not as strong

Weezy, that's my twin but we both one of one

I can teach you how to get it one on one

When you ball like this, ho it's not a game

But I'm goin' insane all '21

Bitch think we dated off a one-and-done

And the human race, if it's not a race

It's a quest, a journey, but I'm fuckin' facin'

All the problems that I keep on runnin' from

Got a hitlist, checklist, to-do list, guest list

Super bad bitch list, I don't need a wish list

I'm already gifted, I'm done giving forgiveness

The ones that hate me the most ain't nothin' like me

I could never hate nobody I ain't met or seen

Bluegrass girl, ever since I cut her down

She been havin' wetter dreams, drop the mic, let her sing

I've been ready for the war and whatever that'll bring

From where niggas don't engage and they still let it ring (Brr)

Got back up with me and we movin' in sync

Got killer instincts but I spit that vaccine

I'm only hittin' raw if I hit a couple times

Already with the rubber and the shit didn't stink

Had a chain, gave my brothers, we forever in a link

Gonna roll on the world, let's travel

Well you gotta pay a toll, hmm-hmm, yeah, whatever that means

Weezy said, "Kill 'em man, fuck all that booty shit"

I'm on that brutal shit

When I say next year is our year, ho, watch what we do to it

Ten plus in and I can't let go

Just like my girl doin' stupid shit

This a lot of y'all that owe me a check, respect and publishing

Yeah, a whole slew and shit

I'm in euphoria with a young thing and she poppin' like Rue and shit

Me and Weezy beat the beat like we Ken and Ryu and shit

I used to hesitate, took my heart

Told my head, "Lil bitch quit playin' and do this shit"

When you on like this

Every bad bitch come around with ass and titties

Need that double R when you go rags to riches

Need some R&R but now we back to bid'ness, lil' bitch

Yeah, lil' fuckin' bitch


No Ceilings 3, B-Side

Another one

Layaway lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Put some Actavis on layaway

Too much cash, ain't no more table space, yeah

I've been practicing my fade away, I'm shootin'

I'm an assassin, don't get JFK'd, shoot him (Bap!)


Put some Actavis on layaway, yeah

Too much cash, ain't no more table space, yeah

I've been practicing my fade away

I'm faded off this Actavis, just call it faderade, okay, okay


My lil' plastic bitch wanna lay all day, bitch, you fake

Fuck that nasty bitch then fade away, hit the J

Tell that natural bitch to stay that way, bitch, you great

Tell that dancer bitch to pay her way, yeah, yeah


I sip some Ac' and go way away

I take a nap and I wake and bake

I be so litty, I radiate

She said, "Don't you go breaking my achy-break"

I don't fuck with niggas no way, no way

Stay away, far away or the Tommy spray

Chef with the Draco, I'm Bobby Flay

Blood on my apron, my pots and plates

Throw your ass in the grave like a microwave

The oven, the basement, the fireplace

Throw my flag in the air, no United States

Drip too hard, don't stand too close

You might just swallow a tidal wave

And you might just swallow my mayonnaise

I'm mixing this codeine all kind of ways

Lit like Johnny Blaze


And you know that roses are red, I know that hundreds are blue

I like my presidents dead, buried somewhere in my room

And all your Victoria red, and I like that color on you

You look like blood money, I'm a vampire, coming for you


Yeah, yeah, put some Actavis on layaway

Yeah, yeah, too much cash, ain't no more table space

I've been practicing my fade away

Faded off this Actavis, just call it faderade, okay, okay


Too much coke, too many razorblades, hold up, wait

Snorting white way after Labor Day, yeah, yeah

Like our last day is a day away, yeah, yeah

I'd rather spend the night than save the day

I put some Actavis on layaway

I got this rachet pointin' at your fuckin' database

Stay in place, all of this ammo like the navy base

'Cause day-to-day, me and them bluefaces be face-to-face

Ball like Macy Gray, like Macy Gray, like Macy Gray

Bought my place a place, my safe a safe, my bae a bae

I smoke L.A. all day, I pop a Addy, stay awake

I'm with gorillas that'd kill you for some Bathing Apes

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


She know that roses are red, I know that hundreds are blue

I like my presidents dead, buried somewhere in my room

All your Victoria red, and I like that color on you

You look like blood money, this vampire suckin' his tooth, ooh


Put some Actavis on layaway, yeah, yeah

Too much cash, ain't no more table space, yeah, yeah

I've been practicing my fade away, I'm shootin'

I'm an assassin don't get JFK'd, okay, okay


My lil' plastic bitch wanna lay all day, bitch, you fake

Fuck that nasty bitch then fade away, hit the J

Tell that natural bitch she tailor-made, bitch, you great

Tell that dancer bitch to pay her way, yeah, yeah


I sip some Ac' and go way away

I take a nap and I wake and bake (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I be so litty, I radiate

She said, "Don't you go breaking my achy-break" (Moolah, baby)

I don't fuck with niggas no way, no way

Stay away, far away or the Tommy spray

(I'd rather spend the nights than save the day, yeah, yeah)


One time for Hollygrove, New Orleans

17th Ward, Uptown

You know how we do it


Low Down lyrics - Lil Wayne

 No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne


Go to war with your whole community

Go to war for these hoes, that's lunacy

I done lost all control of the goon in me

Chopper spark like it's electrocuting me

Pop a bar, sip some barre, smoke some Buddah weed

Pop it off, we can start the buffoonery

Only eat what I kill and watch who I eat

Normally pay for my meal, I'll kill you for free

No Ceilings 3


Tired of these strippers, I'm going at nurses

She write me prescriptions, she light up medicinal

The conditional critical, might need a physical

Cold as a hospital, warm and hospitable

Tommy gun extendo long as a tentacle

I got this octopus on me, it swim with you

I bring apocalypse straight to your living room

Tony the Tiger, you flaky, you cereal

My life a movie, get head underwater

We fuck in my pool, that's chlorine in her pussy

Codeine make the drank bubble like a jacuzzi

Codeine make it pink, something like a petunia

My baby whip faster than mine, she splurging

My baby sip glasses of wine, sip yurple

Take off that mask, bae, your smile don't deserve it

Take her to Belgium for waffles and syrup

Might take her to Paris to buy a few Birkins

They tryna put me in the can, she nervous

Bae Ima man I don't mind I'll serve it, just pray for your man pray your honor have mercy

She never leave me, she so down

She hang with actresses, don't even go out

I'm changing my status, I'm changing my profile

Changing my addy, I'm changing my doorknobs

I ran through the pack like it's inches on fourth down

Pour me some Actavis, I watch it pour down

I drip every day just to stay in my own house

A nigga just trying to stay out the courthouse

Cullinan foggy, I'm smoking the loggy

I'm too high to argue, I'm too rich to bargain

That pussy my target, I look at my target

That pussy get soggy, her legs are wide open

Her tongue out like Jordan, cum on my Rick Owens

And cum on my Jordans and now I'm tiptoeing all up in her garden

And now her clit sore, I'ma rub on it for her

No Ceiling, nigga, hey

All of my hoes give facial, all of my hoes give fellatio

All of my hoes sensational, all of my hoes interracial

All of my hoes into gay shit, all of my hoes is persuasive

All of my hoes get a date, all of my hoes get 'em wasted

I be right there when you wake, and all of my hoes getting raises, Mula

She never leave me, she so down

I hang with capitalists, don't bring the broke 'round

This automatic a dummy a moron

I make it rain, clear it out like Boban

Run through the pack like inches on fourth down

Pour some Actavis, I watch it pour down

I put on drip every day, it's a showdown

She blew my ceilings away, that's a blowjob


I'ma blow up your community

Go to war for these hoes, that's lunacy

I done lost all control of the goon in me

Chopper spark like it's electrocuting me

Pop a bar, sip some barre, smoke some Buddah weed

Pop it off, we can start the buffoonery

Only eat what I kill and watch who I eat

Normally pay for my meal, I'll kill you for free

No Ceilings 3


One time for Cory Gunz, Lil Twist, Juelz Santana, Tyga

Bless up!

Throat Baby lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Rich The Kid)

 Feel like we popped the best meds in the world, don't it? She want that medicine dick

Bustin' nuts, and she act like a squirrel on it, and my shit ain't never been bit

I get up in that pussy with passionate dick, she can never forget, this that elephant dick

Uh, go ahead, sit on it, I took my thumb out her ass, and had shit on it

I know she feel it all in her arteries, I paint her face like an artist

She smokin' on D like Marlboros, I need me a bitch with a twin like the Charlos

She lick on that tip till the tip is a hollow tip, fuck IG, let's make a porno flick

I like big pussy on some soprano shit, monkey on this banana clip

Messy lil' clit, wettest lil' throat, hold on, hold on real quick

We have sex on the beach, go where nobody knows, we got sand on our feet and white sand on our nose

Two nights ago, came in you twice and more, you say you'd like some more, I know you nice and slow

Ooh, you a angel, swallow the cum and say, "Thank you," I say, "De nada, mi amore"

She wants some Topanga, let me get my dreads out the way, I'm a casket, put the pussy dead in my face

She pull the dick out while I'm sleeping, I'm having wet dreams, she forgot her bikini

Ooh, now she topless, but like Champagne Papi, I start from the bottom, I'm the pussy monster

Might not love her, so when I fuck her, I put both hands on her neck and remind her


Love the way you walk, love the way you talk (Talk)

All the bands on me like a broke gettin' a boss

She'll suck a bag hard but the dick goes soft

She just choked on a dick but a nigga dozed off (Dozed off)

Michael Jackson, how the diamonds dancin'

I'm the boss, wake up, make her buy a phantom

Say he rich forever, so they really can't stand him

Tell her, "Suck the dick with two hands, I'm handsome"

When I pull up, take a bitch, ain't no ransom

He ain't dropped a hit, he ain't got no anthems (Woo)

It's a plain Patek, I won't rock no ring

She just ran the money up, now they can't stand him

Might take a bitch to my momma spot (Momma spot)

She was a freaky, she licked me like lollipop

All this water on me, know that I keep a mop

All these cars, it's a G comin', flex a lot (No, Baby)

No babies, you better swallow them for me (For me)

On your knees (On your knees)

You had to pay, I got it free (Free)

All these diamonds on me kickin' like Bruce Lee (Yeah)

Rich Forever, Young Money, the movie (Young Money)

With my dawg, ain't no Shaggy and Scooby (Yeah)

New Bugatti, I was ridin' with Tunechi (Rich)


No babies, you better swallow them for me

On your knees, you had to pay, I got it free

No Ceilings, yeah

This part 3, she OAT

The GOAT, baby


No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne

Beauty And The Beat lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Uh, beauty and the beat

It's pretty ugly what I do to any beat

Amen, Hallelujah, nigga, preach

She wanna lay up but I shoot too many threes

Goddamn


Now, the mula got her speakin'

I've speakin' for myself, I thought of usin' Robin Leach

I just bought Barbie a gift and it's an Uzi, got it pink

Should I teach her how to shoot it? She might take a shot at me

We some killers round this bitch, where it's kill or be killed

Prescription refill, pop a pill and be still

Not for nothin', for the most, we hold a toast at each meal

I can flip a Jae Mill to a fuckin' Meek Mill

Knock on wood, it might answer back when you this real

Fuck your bitch, told her, "Hit me back when I clear here"

I could roll a blunt faster than your get your ears pierced

I'ma shoot your ass exactly where you get your ears pierced

Never seen a bigger ticket than this, little bitty nigga

New Orleans, bury me up in the middle of it, nigga

I've been peepin', I've been squintin' and I still can't see a limit

Higher than my limitations, and the fuckin' Himalayas

And I'm stuntin on my neighbors

And the blunt as long as cables

There's some hundreds on the table

That was our paper towels

Left my number for the waitress

She was flirtin', I embraced it

Now I'm fuckin' her and the women I was on a date with

I'm a god among Satans, I'm the doc that lost patience

I went from the judge sentence to a fuckin' fashion statement

Disappear like David Blaine when it come to affidavits

Aphrodisiac, all on your bitch face like aftershave

I never met Captain Save 'Em, Army, better yet, a Navy

Wore a sweater for the ladies

Pockets heavy, set inflated

That Prometh' it got me faded

Tell the chef that I'm the gravy

My bitch pussy hole so deep, feel like I'm steppin' out the grave

And that's the beauty in it


The beauty in the beat

Steppin' out the pussy, therapeutic for my feet

Amen, Hallelujah, nigga, preach

She wanna lay up, I've been shootin' too many threes

God damn, it's the beauty and the beat

But it get pretty ugly what I do to any beat

Amen, Hallelujah, nigga, preach

And you're the only one that left the funeral in peace, yeah


It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (It's beautiful)

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (It's beautiful, it's beautiful)

It's beautiful, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (It's beautiful)

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (It's beautiful, it's beautiful)

It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (Yeah, oh, oh)

It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (It's beautiful, it's beautiful)

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

It's beautiful, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hallelujah, nigga, preach

Hallelujah, nigga, preach, amen (Beautiful, beautiful)


One time for CJ, OVO Crew, let's go!

Peanut Butter lyrics - Lil Wayne

 New loot, yeah

New loot, yeah, new loot, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah


New loot, uh, paid off

'Cause I know these niggas ain't gettin' real money

I know them niggas ain't gon' die for you

I know these niggas ain't gon' kill nothin'

I know these bitches ain't gon' live for me

Now I'm wifed up, these hoes ain't hearin' from me

Eyes wide shut, these hoes ain't see it comin'

I'ma go nuts on these hoes, drip peanut butter


Love you Rabbit, he ain't make it home

For the Patek, we'll take your arm

Drug habit, need to take it easy

'Cause if she lose daddy, she gon' take it hard

Rated R, AR-15, work it like a street team with an A&R

Empty the magazine, all the pages fall

By the time I leave, you done read them all

P-E-R-C, yeah

Percocet got a nigga percolatin', pussy ass, nigga

Perpetrating and impersonating

Bury those cockroaches I'm the exterminator

Make a nigga eat his own words and regurgitate 'em

Make a nigga see his own blood, start urinating

Blood gang, blood, like blood, we be circulatin'

Pow, in the morning, leave 'em lookin' like turkey bacon

I'ma keep the chopper shined up, like a turkey, glazed it

Codeine got us lookin' like turtles racing

Purple drank, weed, and heart; I'm a purple racist

I'm with the perfect bitch lookin' for her replacement

With a curvy bitch cummin' 'round her curves, I'm racin'

The Cartier watch, it deserve the bracelet

From the School of Hard Knocks, I'm a murder major

My bitch tongue twisted, sperm tornado

Tell you that they lyin'

That they sayin' that they see me

Niggas just blind to the fact, no 3D

Damn, but the diamonds I'm wearing look HD

Panoramic Plasma, big screen

Man on fire, 500 degrees

Lambo' fire, beep-beep

Way too hot, don't bother to reach me

Rest in peace, Mamba and Gigi, facts

Trippy ass nigga, Always trippin' but I never fall

Them bitch ass lil' niggas say they got your back

Your back against the wall

I'm a rich ass lil' nigga, I get bag

After bag, after bag, yeah, I ball

Shots hit the back of his skull

She put his head in her hands, it dissolve

I might just bring her lil' ass in the stall

Break her lil' ass like the laws

Then take her lil' ass to my dawgs

Then they treat her ass like a dog

Then they feed her ass to the dogs

That Draco attached to me arm, and that ho long as a baton

Canseco, my bat in my arms

I spray, leave your ass on the lawn, then take all your cash and your coins

That bitch went from Louis Vuitton to DC, DG

From Christian Dior back to BEBE

She be mad at slime 'cause I really got hoes

Bad bitches postin' all these pictures of me

Lotta hoes on the side, right up under her nose

She say, just don't put these hoes above me

Vroom-vroom, skrrt, take off, new juice, yeah

Straight sauce, pyoom-pyoom, damn, egg-nog

Head, arm, leg, leg, arm


New loot, yeah, paid off

'Cause I know these niggas ain't gettin' real money

I know them niggas ain't gon' die for you

I know these niggas ain't gon' kill nothin'

I know these bitches ain't gon' live for me

Wifed up now, these hoes ain't hearin' from me

Eyes wide shut, these hoes ain't see it comin'

I'ma go nuts on these hoes, drip peanut butter, yeah

No Ceilings


Yeah, yeah-yeah

That bitch went from Louis Vuitton to BC-BG

From Christian Dior back to BEBE, bitch


This shit right here crazy

Nah, this shit crazy

No Ceilings 3

Pop Off lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Here we go


Huh, piss me off, I piss back

S-Sixty-nine, that's a 9 tucked right by my six pack

I'm with my slime, treat a toe tag like I treat a trim tac

W-We send you to a different world, please say hi to Sinbad

Now, it's so hard to not bust down the presidential wristband

Got so much platinum on me right now, I look like the tin man

Tunechi a gardener, I'm about to water that bitch implants

You kick it off, I kick your ass, don't piss me off I shit back, huh


Sh-She gone be up till like 6, micro-dosing on this dick

I'm micro-managing prescriptions, said tomorrow, I'ma quit

And then tomorrow I forget 'cause it's too hard around this bitch

Need some water, I'ma pop me a blue dolphin, that's for Nip

And I can't go without the sip, bitch, I've been sippin' since Lil Flip

Dosing off inside my bitch, so, nigga, I woke up like this

I'm bringing home the bacon like a pigsty over here, bitch

Pigs fly over here, get shot down and fried over here

Pigs get fed, hogs get slaughtered everyday that's law and order

Stick his head in boiling water

Leave eighteen holes on his corner, now I'm golfing

Rickie Fowler, Arnold Palmer, get my shot off

Come in your church, and Peter pop off


Come in your church, and Peter pop off

Come where you work, and Peter pop off

Come in your turf, and Peter pop off

Whatever is first, I Peter pop off

Innocent person, Peter pop off

After I squirt, she clean her top up

Pop a Perc, so Peter pop off

Whatever is first, I Peter pop off


Faded for real, skating for real, my niggas brazy for real, yeah

Get paid to get killed, get sprayed to get spilled, get shot from your head to your heels, yeah

She head over heals, she taking these pills, they give her the craziest thrills

I'm sedated a lil, but ain't no big deal, still fuck like I'm straight outta jail

The feds is raiding my crib but ain't no big deal, I'm way ahead of the field

These diamonds invaded my grill, got me from ear to ear, smiling like I'm Draymond for real

Go sicko mode, hungry hippo mode

24 carats shining like a glass of Michelob, here's a toast

Here we go, I can not tell if you're really real or not, can't take a loss I can't take a L

I'm famous as hell, I ain't really well, but I'm hanging in there like Patti Labelle

I'm stainless as steel, I'm flawless as fuck, the pain is concealed from all of the drugs

Brr, hello I'm calling your bluff, here we go


Sh-She gone be up till like 6, micro-dosing on this dick

I'm micro-managing prescriptions, said tomorrow, I'ma quit

She gone be up till like 6, micro-dosing on this dick

I'm micro-managing prescriptions, said tomorrow, I'ma quit

And then tomorrow I forget, it-it's too hard around this bitch

Need some water, I'ma pop me a blue dolphin, that's for Nip

And I can't go without the sip, bitch, I've been sippin' since Lil Flip

Dosing off inside my bitch, so, nigga, I woke up like this

Pigs get fed, hogs get slaughtered everyday that's law and order

Stick his head in boiling water

Leave eighteen holes on his corner, now I'm golfing

Rickie Fowler, Arnold Palmer, get my shot off

Come in your church, and Peter pop off


Come in your church, and Peter pop off

Come where you work, and Peter pop off

Come in your turf, and Peter pop off

Whatever is first, I Peter pop off

Innocent person, Peter pop off

Pull up the skirt, I peel her top up

Pop a Perc, so Peter pop off

Whatever is first, I Peter pop off


Anthem 'pon anthem 'pon anthem, No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne

Ring Ring lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Euro)

 Ring, ring, ring, my plug gon' pick up for sure, 365, 24

Lean, lean, lean, I run through a pint like a four, I run through a pound like a O

Ting, ting, ting, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out

Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life

Ding, ding, ding, my shooters shoot shit up for sure, you can get your shit hit up for sure

Lean, lean, lean, I done ran through the pint like a four, I done ran through the pound like a O

Bling, bling, bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out

Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out


Huh, I'm sippin' syrup like water, I'm sippin' syrup like water, yeah-yeah-yeah

Geekin' like a nerd at Harvard, geekin' like a nerd at Harvard, oh, yeah-yeah-yeah

Gave you a number told you call 'em, if he ain't doin' numbers don't call 'em, yeah-yeah-yeah

These niggas ain't eatin', they starvin', I'm over here eatin' like a Walrus, yeah-yeah-yeah


I ain't tryna fall in love (No), she ain't tryna fall a victim (No)

Fell asleep off the drugs (Oh, whoa), woke up and rekindle (Oh)

From the walls to the window (whoa), woke up with a buzz (Oh)

Turned a buzz to a blender (Yeah), to be continued (Yeah, yeah)


Ring, ring, ring, my plug gon' pick up for sure, 365, 24

Lean, lean, lean, I run through a pint like a four, Run through a P like a O

Ting, ting, ting, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out

Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life

Ding, ding, ding, my shooters shoot shit up for sure, you can get your shit hit up for sure

Lean, lean, lean, I done run through a pint like a four, I done run through the P like a O

Bling, bling, bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out

Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out


Stop tryna change (Stop tryna change)

Young nigga run up the miles on the Range, how could you blame me? (How could you blame me?)

Told her I'm too tired to kick it, and then I go fuck with the city (I fuck with the city)

I put my heart on the counter and say to the cashier, "What could this get me?" (What could this get me?)

My partner just robbed him a rapper then gave me the watch, but this shit doesn't fit me (This shit doesn't fade me)

Used to wanna do the red carpet with a popstar

But I'm cool solo in the RR

See the wrist wet, do the ChaCha (Yeah)

And this girl just taught me how to salsa (Yeah)

So I'm kinda busy, tryna two-step (Yeah)

My OG doin' numbers but he still afraid to fuck with new tech (whoa)

Real shit, you can verify (Yeah), before the blue check I blew checks (Blew it)

Bragging 'bout all the threesomes (Yeah), I've done it all, am I cool yet? (Do it)

Cold world and she wanna sweat along, yeah she know it's my crew next (Do it)

I say less and do more, they say more and do less (Do it)


I got the money, bitch, I got the power, bitch, yeah, yeah (I got the money, I got the power)

I pack my luggage and go on a power trip, yeah, yeah (I pack my luggage and go on a power trip)

I press a button and start the apocalypse, yeah, yeah (I press a button and start the apocalypse)

After I fuck her, she go play the lottery, yeah, yeah (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

And she think I need love, I think I need oxygen (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

I got diamonds all around my esophagus (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

Cocaine got her nose, feelin' like a rhinoceros (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

She just got off a bitch, I just got out a bitch, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Oh-oh, oh-oh)


Ring, ring, ring, my plug gon' pick up for sure, 365, 24

Lean, lean, lean, I run through a pint like a four, I run through a pound like a O

Ting, ting, ting, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out

Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life

Ding, ding, ding, my shooters shoot shit up for sure, you can get your shit hit up for sure

Lean, lean, lean, I done ran through a pint like a four, I run through the pound like a O

Bling, bling, bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out

Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out


I ain't tryna fall in love (No), she ain't tryna fall a victim (No)

Fell asleep off the drugs (Oh whoa), woke up and rekindle (Oh, oh)

From the walls to the window (Yeah), woke up with a buzz (Yeah)

Turned a buzz to the blender (Yeah), to be continued (Yeah, yeah)

Ring, ring, ring


Ice her out, ice her out


Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 3

Baggin lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Yeah

Geronimo

Uh


Jumped out the Porsche, jumped straight in the game

Head in the clouds, I play in the rain

I play in her pussy, I play in her mouth

I skeet, skeet, skeet, she lay in the stain

Beep, beep, beep, nigga stay in your lane

I get geeked, geeked, geeked, then I say I'ma change

Pop two, pop three, it goes straight to the pain

White, blue, yellow, pink pill, Crayola gang

She takin' my charge, she takin' your chain

You fake as your chain, it's bread over fame

I lay on my plane, filet and Lo Mein

I'm wreckin' my brain like wrecked the Mulsanne

I get the McLaren and run a few errands

Got a mouth full of karats and I don't eat carrots

Got more Elliantte than Elliantte

Let me find out you've been shoppin' at Jared

I pop at your parents and tell 'em it's personal

I like my purple drink purpler

Whippin' the work and my wrist lookin' virtual

Bust down sick as tuberculosis


Whippin' the work with my left, make sure the money is right, yeah

My circle I'm keepin' it tight, 360, 365, yeah

Whippin' the skrrt with my left, yeah, make sure the money is right, yeah

My circle I'm keepin' it tight, like a virgin, she keep it inside

Whippin' the work with my left, yeah, draco on my right, yeah

Say she wanna see me tonight

I put that bitch on a flight


I'm in the kitchen cheffin' with my left, ooh

Whippin' it up with my right, right

Left-right like Mike, fight

Whip the white until it bite, yie

Huh, whippin' that white girl, whippin' that white girl

White girl gettin' her ass whipped

Rippin' them numbers, rippin' them numbers, right up out the math book

Money talkin', mine kind of like a chat room, uh

Told my young blood to be bool and be bareful

Runnin' the white, fuck with the white

Whippin' it right, it's comin' to life

I brung it to life, I gave it the light like a candle, ooh (Phew)

I'm whippin' it damn good, ooh (Phew)

I'm whippin' it damn good, ooh (Phew)

I'm whippin' it damn good, yeah

Whippin' the Benz with my left, yeah

Got your lil' boo on my right, yeah

Buss down on my left, yeah, that's your boo on my right, yeah

Poppin' a Perc with my left, yeah

Sippin' the syrup with my right, yeah

One of the last real nigga left, yeah

Fuck we got left behind, yeah

Tell me I got the best, yeah

I'ma go up on the price, yeah

By the time the nigga got on a vest, yeah

I'ma shoot him a hundred times (Boom)


Whippin' the work with my left (Yeah, yeah, yee, yee)

Make sure the money is right (Yeah, yee, yeah, ayy, ayy)


No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne

Burner lyrics - Lil Wayne

 I don't know how to play 2K

I don't know how to use Blu-Ray

Fuck a bag, I'ma need a suitcase

I'm dripping like Bobby Boucher bitch

Diamonds in my mouth like toothpaste

Codeine got me with the screw face

Either I'm seeing double or they two-faced

Double D's, these niggas too fake, uh

I keep a burner like Kevin Durant

I keep a burner like Kevin Durant

Kyrie Irving, I aim at your earth, back-back-back, I leave it flat

Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that

Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that


I don't know how to play too safe

Bitch, throw it back like a bouquet

Diamonds in my mouth, no toothache

Weezy Baby coming, no due date

Couple bank account in the UK

Two choppers, that two Ks

I don't know how to play 2K

Still balling out like Azubuike, damn

I keep a burner like Kevin Durant

Keep a burner 'til it melt my hand

I been strapped since I was twelve and a half

'Cause I got shot when I was twelve and a half

Thank you for life to the medical staff

Rain turn to ice but it melt when it land

Gangster for life and the life after that

Ain't no referee stripes, but yes, I got my flag

Yee, you don't wanna fuck with me

It could get dirty, I got them bloods with me

I got your blood on me, get the detergent

I heard you coming for me, I'm pressing your buttons, my G

You out of service, you don't wanna fuck with me

That Draco my judge for me, here come the verdict

I keep a burner like K do, shoot from long range like Trey do

Dame and Klay too

Reggie Miller and Ray too

Jesus Shuttlesworth, Jesus, I make 'em pray too

I ball like they ain't got no game too

These boys all just think it's a game too

My shooters shoot at the whole game room

Your shooters like Shaq 'cause they can't shoot

Straps on straps, yep

Big B's, bitch, all caps, yeah

I'm high five, ain't no daps

I drip blood blood, ain't no cramps

These boys sci-fi, ain't no facts

I bleed concrete, ain't no cracks

Pulling that hair trigger back like tracks

Check your bitch ass like Air Max

Boy, I'm high as fuck, I get somebody to come tie you up

It's Tunechi, bitch, like P Diddy

If you want smoke though, now I'm Puff

Time is up, bombs away

Fuck whatever you tryna say, them words hold no kinda weight

You ain't even got a pound in the safe, but I pound your face

Whole team black attire

Sold dreams, tax the buyer

Machine gun, rapid fire, boom-boombox, amplifier

Tube socks and chancletas, moonrocking Margiela

Sick as fuck, salmonella, I whip it up like Nutella

I got the desert with me, hope you could weather the heat

You sweat 'cause you weak

We hungry, we smelling defeat, and I'm like a chef with the beef, who ready to eat?

I got the FN with me, you don't wanna be F-in with me, definitely

My shooters shoot effortlessly, I'm talking catch-and-release, Steph from the three


I don't know how to play 2K

I don't know how to use Blu-Ray

Fuck a bag, I'ma need a suitcase

I'm dripping like Bobby Boucher bitch

Diamonds in my mouth like toothpaste

Codeine got me with the screw face

Either I'm seeing double or they two-faced

Double D's, these niggas too fake, uh

I keep a burner like Kevin Durant

I keep a burner like Kevin Durant

Kyrie Irving, I aim at your earth, back-back-back, I leave it flat

Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that

Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that


Kyrie Irving, I aim at your earth, back-back-back, I leave it flat

Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that

Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that


Lil Wayne and DJ Khaled!

Sum 2 Prove lyrics - Lil Wayne

 No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne


She give me head, and I her pick her up, put her legs in the air, fuck her but don't kiss

She ain't tryna have babies right now, so she open her mouth, and she perform abortion

I got Euros and Pesos and Franks, but if she ask for money, that bitch speaking foreign

Overseas acting like it's New Orleans, I be geeking like Swizzy in Harvard

Businessman, I just walked in the conference, busy man, someone warm me a coffee

Trigger man, I just marked me a target, out the mud, finna walk on your carpet

Label played me and made me a monster, Weezy Baby, no Baby, no sponsor

I'ma stand on the scale with a chopper, what that mean? Bitch, I'm weighing my options

She want Lil Dwayne, I fuck her 'til she came, she cum first, she cum second, and, bae, I'm gon' always cum last

I'ma cum all on your ass, got that shit looking like art on your ass

I give her an inch, she gon' take the whole nine, her pussy lips grin, I'ma make them hoes smile

Bust on her titties, her face, and her eyes, I bust a nut to the back of her throat, and it come out her nose like snot

She say "Do I look crazy?" I say "You look exotic"

You finna fuck me all day off the molly, I'm finna fuck you all night off the drink

I was all in that pussy, so you know what happened, you catch an orgasm like I catch a case

Eating that pussy, she squeezing her thighs, I say, "I need some breathing room, can't feel my face"

Peep all the moves I be making when I'm in that pussy, she gotta love when I vibrate

Watching my rubber, I know if it slip off inside of that pussy she gon' try to save it

All these red flags, now that hoe got rosacea, she on that black bottle Bumbu, no chaser

I'm tryna get outta here and go taste it, and give that bitch right back to you outta flavor, No Ceilings

Diamonds on deep freeze, ice cubes like Dr. Dre, Eazy

N.W.A, that New Watch Attitude, got bitches, they ain't got attitudes

I'm missing a whole lot of my screws, but she just want my screwdriver, that's bool with me

Told her don't screw it up if you screw with me, 'cause, bitch, I buss a nut, take my tools then leave, where is my hard head?

Lasagna, linguini, fettuccini, pastrami, panini

I order a hit like I'm ordering food, and I feel like a fork and a spoon

Elephant, I just walked in the room, can't forget how to make 'em remember me

Came in your bitch, told her that's a gift from me, since she all under me like a Christmas tree

Slippery like designers in Fiji, it's so wet up inside her bikini, it's a water balloon

I'ma bust the balloon, look like I made her cum a monsoon

If it ain't, I just jumped in the pool, she say "Put on your life vest and swim in me"

I said "I'm 'bout to cum", she said, "Gimme me all of this sperm, you bring out the kid in me," gotta be kidding me

Diamonds on bling-bling, ooh, my wrist and my collar, my teeth bling, ooh

My ring finger shining like E.T., ooh, she sinking behind and beneath me

Oh, I started from the bottom like seaweed, oh, mentally, physically, literally

It's a conspiracy, really, 'cause lyrically, y'all can't be serious, seriously

No Ceilings 3, Mula


Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 3

These Hoes lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Oh, Young Money, money so old

All these motherfuckin' M's and all these motherfuckin' O's

I can give some to these hoes

But I got that dope dick, and all these hoes want is this dough

All these hoes come as they go (Yeah)

All these hoes want is snow, I'm a hundred below

All these hoes fuckin' for sure (Yeah)

All these hoes want is to say that they fuck with a GOAT


All of my bitches tote choppers (Yeah)

I walk around with an army, your bitches cadavers

I had to sit down and convo (Oh)

With Mother Earth and that bitch told me I was adopted (Oh)

I wore some Vans to a wedding (Oh)

It was at the House of Versace, me and Kanye was spotted (Oh)

He offered me some wings (Oh)

I told him, "Don't even bother, I'm already flyin'" (whoa)

You better not bleed on my carpet (No)

That type of shit get your pussy ass thrown to the lions

It feels like my throne is on fire

You tried to call it a day, but my phone was on silent (Hello?)

I'ma keep fuckin' these hoes (whoa)

I'ma keep guttin' these hoes, I ain't stuntin' these hoes (whoa)

I can't stop stuntin' on these hoes (whoa)

Baby, I'm stuck in this mode, like gum on my sole (Fuck)

Lightin' up blunts I just rolled (whoa)

Got me high up on these hoes, slam dunkin' these hoes (whoa)

I done got enough of these hoes (whoa)

I ain't tryna get stuck with these hoes, I get stuck in these holes

I'ma keep fuckin' these hoes

I'ma keep lovin' these hoes, then dumpin' these hoes

I don't even stop for these hoes

Can't stop stuntin' I ain't got no stop button for these hoes

I don't give a fuck who she knows

You know I fuck who she know, give a fuck if she know

I don't give a fuck 'bout these hoes

No ceilings, I ain't put a roof over none of these hoes

I ain't even start on these hoes

I cum on these hoes, you know I ain't finna cum in these hoes (No)

I don't know what come with these hoes

I fuck every ho that come with these hoes, right in front of these hoes

You be doin' lunch with these hoes

Rollin' up blunts with these hoes, smokin' dubs with this ho

Nigga, I don't need a bunch of these hoes

I need to cover these hoes, I need to play some double-dutch with this rope

I'ma double cup on this ho

I'm over my bitch, layin' under his sofa

She bounce on my dick like a fucking '64

Gave me head like a marshmallow, then she dip low, go DJ

Pajama party on my PJ

I've been in Miami party, this is private

I got the banana clip in this machine gun

Extra machine gun, if this machine break (Brrr)

I'ma keep bussin', you better get lower than Donald be duckin'

You soft as some dough, and I'm hot as an oven

Your homie's a s'more and your slime is a muffin

And I buss a lil' bitch, 'cause I like it, she love it

That bih gon' get busy in private, in public

I stuck it, I stick it, I strike it, I struck it

She suck it, she lick it, she bite, and I'm punchin'

I smack it up, flip it up, rub it down, whip it

Cookin' the coke, get the fuck out my kitchen

I'm whippin' the white girl, domestic violence

Nosy ass neighbors, stay the fuck out my business

Just business, I chop the boy up like some scissor (Yeah)

It ain't nothin' to get your throat cut like a ribbon (Yeah)

I aim at your nose and I buss when you sniffin'

Your brain's on the hoes and your blood on the bitches, uh

We are not on the same

Bum-bum-bum-bum and we're out of your lane

I'ma come through with so much ice on, lookin' like I don't wanna ever be a Hot Boy again


Oh, Young Money, money so old

All these motherfuckin' M's and all these motherfuckin' O's

I can give some to these hoes

But I got that dope dick, and all these hoes want is the dough

All these hoes come as they go (Yeah)

All these hoes want is snow, I'm a hundred below

All these hoes fuckin' for sure (Yeah)

All these hoes want is to say that they fuck with a GOAT


You can't put a ceiling on the greatest

So we took the fuckin' ceiling off

My Room lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Lil Twist)

 Oh, babe, yeah, huh

Oh, baby, yeah, babe

Ooh, mmm, 3


She walked in my room, shameless as hell

I'll just sit still and watch you walk around here struttin', babe

Sparks in my room, pain's in the air

Let's pop us a pill, I'll let you know when I feel something, babe


Uh, tell me not to love these hoes

I'm flexing on my exes, bae

They found out I'm with somebody else

They wanna fist fight, they wanna cat fight

You wanna fuck yourself when I'm on TV

You see tattoos all over my back

Diamonds on the grill, babe

You wanna roll with me, you want some smoke with me

Wanna get high, open your mind and your nose for me

I just love it, then I taste it

Make a man say, "Mmm, babe"

Now, turn around, look back at me, can I be your mirror?


She walked on my moon, she played in my hair

I love the sound of those heels, you walkin' 'round here struttin', babe

The walls just might move, the paintings have fell

Got a shout in my ear, it sounded like sweet nothings, baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


Baby, you're the perfect shape

'Cause, baby, you're the curvy shape

When you walk, that booty twerk, babe

Go, shawty, it's your birthday

Hold up, tell me you gon' lie to the cops

Tell me you gon slide on the opp, opp, opp

But you love me, and I'm a dirty, yeah

You wanna roll with me and play a role for me

Wanna ménage with some thots you don't know for me

Yeah, I just love to kiss your faces

Make a man say, "Mmm, babe"


Yeah, we going hard in my room, yeah, champagne as well

Yeah, bottles on chill, let's toast 'cause I feel bubbly, babe

Lost in taboo, under her spell

She say, "How does it feel?" I say, "Hold up, I'm still cummin', babe"

(No Ceilings)


So, tell me how you think I'm sexy, baby

One chick, hella thick like Alexis Texas, baby

Backseat so presidential got us snorting Ronald Reagan

Then, she whispered in my ear and said, "This pussy is for the taking," okay

Twizzy Baby quick to get these bitches naked

Bumbu, a cup of Aces, got these hoes switching places

I promised to keep a secret, she promised to let me taste it

Her booty big and amazing, she love the way I embraced it

Get the game from Tha Carter, Young Carter bring home the bacon

Still pimpin', I was shot by Cupid, I hope he grazed me

My latest bitch thick as a stallion, but big as Megan

My other bitch cute, and she dangerous, think I don't make it, huh

Five star Bay List, all my hoes A-list

Party in the hills, Robin Thicke on the playlist

Twizzy F. in the air for Ferragamo for the fragrance

She told me eat her pussy, I said, "Make me"

Hit Different lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. 2 Chainz)

 Like 2 Chainz, nigga


I'm different, I'm different

I'm different, I'm different

Shit different, lit different

Drip different, sip different

Smoke different, hoes different

My bros different, I'm no different

My whip different, I'm stick shiftin'

I tip different, she quit strippin'

My bitch different, I just slip in

It hit different, I switch position

This dick different, it hit different

Got her walkin' different, she sit different

My money different, my chips different

Big difference, like Miss Winfrey's

I know it cost to be the boss, I paid the difference

Like 2 Chainz, nigga, I'm different


I've been graveyard shiftin', makin' baseball figures

Goin' Karen in the park 'cause I hate y'all niggas

When the drought go down and the weight go fizzup

I'ma tote A-Rod, no J-Lo, nigga

Got a payroll, nigga, count like Kango, nigga

Shoot like Faygo, nigga, soft as Play-Doh, nigga

I can go anywhere that you can't go

I lay your ass down 'bout Halo

Southside, G-Road and Clayco

Can't forget about Heaven and Harmony

Ain't nobody out there harmin' me

Rock the old Atlanta like the motherfuckin' omni, calmly

I got some weapons like armory, uh

So Help Me God, solemnly, yeah

Follow me, follow me, follow me

Follow me, follow me, smellin' like lottery

Lookin' like lottery, came from the Clay like pottery

I got the rage inside of me, I got the gauge on side of me

Just checked my page, I'm proud of me

Folk out the can like potted meat

Stars in my roof, astrology

Teachin' valet the technology

Hustlin', it run through my artery

Probably trappin' and boost the economy, yeah


Yeah, the feds all over me, nigga, and I don't even trap no more

Your bae all over me, nigga, but, dawg, you can have that hoe

My side bitch fuckin' my main bitch, they don't even clash no more

My side bitch fuckin' my main bitch, uh


I've been talkin' to myself

I told myself, "I gotta get my shit together" (Together)

Man this shit is just like Tetris

Get the bricks together, make 'em fit together (Together)

Got a line on everything

Man, I can give whatever and get this shit whenever (Whenever)

Uh, I can ship this shit wherever

Ten bathrooms, I can shit whenever (Whenever)

Just 'cause you see me with her

That don't mean me and the bitch together (Oh, no)

I've been cheatin' on my bae

And now me and bae'll fuck a bitch together (Oh, oh)

With two horns stickin' out the GOAT head

You know he's just the devil (Oh, oh)

And this shit right here, this shit right here


This shit different, lit different

Drip different, sip different

The pack different, the Act' different

My bros different, I'm no different

Got no ceilings, no ceilings

No ceilings, it's missin', it's missin'

In your feelings, you're trippin'

Come up missin', good riddance

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