Thursday, September 19, 2013
Jack That Looks Like Skin 2013 Fashion www.colormebad.net
Outerwear is one of the fastest and easiest ways to update your wardrobe, and these hot hoodies are definitely a great way to get noticed while still staying warm and cozy.
From Justin Bieber's now infamous purple hoodies to hoods adorned with adorable animal ears, these comfy sweaters have taken the fashion world my storm.
While they are typically seen as skater wear or a classic hipster wardrobe staple, these hot hoodies have made their way into the world of high fashion and even appear in the pages of the world's top fashion magazines now.
Whether you're a fan of graphically printed sweaters or couture styled pullovers, there are sure to be some hot hoodies to impress you.
Shoes
You can't go wrong with the perfect balance of overdressed and under dressed in these Invisible Clothes. If you find nudity somewhat liberating, you'll be happy to learn that it can be nearly achieved aesthetically with a flesh-colored jacket, toed sneakers and see-through skirts -- minus the nasty fine for indecent exposure.
It looks to me that unfortunately the hoodie and the running shoes are in fact photoshopped images, but the Invisible Clothes look can still be achieved when wearing these apparently transparent bum-printed pencil skirts.
Jack That Looks Like Skin 2013 Fashion www.colormebad.net
Jack That Looks Like Skin 2013 Fashion www.colormebad.net
Friday, September 6, 2013
Lil Wayne – Feds Watching Lyrics
Lil Wayne – Feds Watching Lyrics
[Intro: Pharrell & 2 Chainz]
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Ain't no such thing as tomorrow
The way we living today
[Verse 1: 2 Chains]
Dreads hang on designer everything
Mr. Comme des Garçons, Mr. Alexander Wang
Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow insane, ho insane
Man, these shoes I got on, these the hardest I done seen
It look clean when you pour it, I remix it make it dirty
If she got good head and text me, I text back and tell her "hurry"
This that category 5 when I walk up in the strip club
Throw it high, make you and George Washington head butt
OG's never fed us, now young niggas fed up
Ballin' so hard I deserve a and one
Baking soda marketing, I'm getting it ain't I? Obviously.
You a bitch, you a ho, that's just my philosophy
And I'm known to kick it like the captain of a soccer team
Billie Jean red leather same color Red Lobster
And she brain wash ya, head doctor
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
[Hook: 2 Chainz & Pharrell] x2
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop topping, head bopping
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Bullet ain't got no name,
Her pussy ain't got no smell,
Got this bitch on lock, these niggas ain't got no bail,
These snitches ain't got no pride, these hoes ain't got no manners,
These tricks ain't got no magic, ain't that a bitch.
But me, I make shit taste like sugar cane,
'bout to go to bed with what's her name?,
Yeah,
Pussy never felt so good,
And you know we don't smoke that bullshit
Give that shit back to that bull.
Uh, I'm so sick of balling, I'm so sick of balling,
Ride me like a horse, Bitches call me charley.
Swear to god, I never met a nigga with enough money,
I'm riding around in that new thing, with no roof like a hush puppy.
Shhh,
I look down at the stars,
I could pull a few strings, make it sound like guitars,
Told that bitch she my boo, now the round of applause.
Shit, i'mma be dressed to kill, now the dead watching.
Tunechi!
[Hook x2: 2 Chainz & Pharrell]
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop topping, head bopping
[Verse 3: T.I]
I strive and roll my Denim, bankrolls all in 'em
I’m maximal, you minimal
Make dough, you better get you some
Them corners, we be been in 'em
Better add [?], we been [?]
Shot of weed with the one with the pounds of the weed
And the quarter keys of middle school
Beeper, sneakers, tennis shoe – that’s how we were hustling fuck
When I pull this strap you don't do what I say
Nigga that's what I would bust it for
I don’t take your shit, ain’t nothing bruh
What’s all this discussion for?
And that Motherfucking [?] got 'em doing my thing
Aye motherfucker, you can’t fuck with us
You know a counterfeit case make years in prison
Got back out, got back to getting busy
Keep playing round with it, on the reals you can get it
Let a goon get a quarter mill, that'll kill it
Couple racks on that Versace suit
Just in case they watching fool
Sophisticated, my surveillance pics just like a photoshoot
Givenchy, Balenciaga, YSL and Prada
Tom Ford, Lan Barn, you name it I got it
So I be fresh as fuck, going hard when the feds watching
Literally 'cuz I’m menaging when the feds watching.
[Hook x2: 2 Chains & Pharrell]
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop topping, head bopping
[Intro: Pharrell & 2 Chainz]
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Ain't no such thing as tomorrow
The way we living today
[Verse 1: 2 Chains]
Dreads hang on designer everything
Mr. Comme des Garçons, Mr. Alexander Wang
Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow insane, ho insane
Man, these shoes I got on, these the hardest I done seen
It look clean when you pour it, I remix it make it dirty
If she got good head and text me, I text back and tell her "hurry"
This that category 5 when I walk up in the strip club
Throw it high, make you and George Washington head butt
OG's never fed us, now young niggas fed up
Ballin' so hard I deserve a and one
Baking soda marketing, I'm getting it ain't I? Obviously.
You a bitch, you a ho, that's just my philosophy
And I'm known to kick it like the captain of a soccer team
Billie Jean red leather same color Red Lobster
And she brain wash ya, head doctor
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
[Hook: 2 Chainz & Pharrell] x2
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop topping, head bopping
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Bullet ain't got no name,
Her pussy ain't got no smell,
Got this bitch on lock, these niggas ain't got no bail,
These snitches ain't got no pride, these hoes ain't got no manners,
These tricks ain't got no magic, ain't that a bitch.
But me, I make shit taste like sugar cane,
'bout to go to bed with what's her name?,
Yeah,
Pussy never felt so good,
And you know we don't smoke that bullshit
Give that shit back to that bull.
Uh, I'm so sick of balling, I'm so sick of balling,
Ride me like a horse, Bitches call me charley.
Swear to god, I never met a nigga with enough money,
I'm riding around in that new thing, with no roof like a hush puppy.
Shhh,
I look down at the stars,
I could pull a few strings, make it sound like guitars,
Told that bitch she my boo, now the round of applause.
Shit, i'mma be dressed to kill, now the dead watching.
Tunechi!
[Hook x2: 2 Chainz & Pharrell]
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop topping, head bopping
[Verse 3: T.I]
I strive and roll my Denim, bankrolls all in 'em
I’m maximal, you minimal
Make dough, you better get you some
Them corners, we be been in 'em
Better add [?], we been [?]
Shot of weed with the one with the pounds of the weed
And the quarter keys of middle school
Beeper, sneakers, tennis shoe – that’s how we were hustling fuck
When I pull this strap you don't do what I say
Nigga that's what I would bust it for
I don’t take your shit, ain’t nothing bruh
What’s all this discussion for?
And that Motherfucking [?] got 'em doing my thing
Aye motherfucker, you can’t fuck with us
You know a counterfeit case make years in prison
Got back out, got back to getting busy
Keep playing round with it, on the reals you can get it
Let a goon get a quarter mill, that'll kill it
Couple racks on that Versace suit
Just in case they watching fool
Sophisticated, my surveillance pics just like a photoshoot
Givenchy, Balenciaga, YSL and Prada
Tom Ford, Lan Barn, you name it I got it
So I be fresh as fuck, going hard when the feds watching
Literally 'cuz I’m menaging when the feds watching.
[Hook x2: 2 Chains & Pharrell]
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop topping, head bopping
Lil Wayne – Fuckin' Problem Lyrics
Lil Wayne – Fuckin' Problem Lyrics
[Hook - Lil Wayne]
I love all my bitches
That's my fuckin' problem
A 2 dollar bill is still a couple dollars
And if any one of them niggas got a fuckin' problem
I'mma milk all of 'em
Cause they fuckin' cowards
I love red bitches
There's just something 'bout 'em
But I'm gettin' better pussy from a brown one
Been schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm your alma mater
I'm the shit
Where the fly swatter
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I know you likin' who you eatin' on
Make me think about all them nights we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If your friends hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To each his own, yessir
I do my drugs then I sleep 'em off
Like it just be callin' me
I need to turn my ringer off
Ain't a fuckin' singalong
Unless you brought the weed along
That kush, okay I got that kush
Cop pounds and put my people on
We can take the stairs up to the stars
That's where we belong
Fuck that shit you talk
I beat that pussy like production
Or like Rocky, beat the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the buzzer
Nigga, gimme what you've got
Take that money like an usher
One man band, all you hear is repercussion
Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self destruction
She looked me in my eyes and said
Man, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I said shorty, you a beast
[Hook]
I love bad bitches
Okay, what's the problem
If she thinks she gonna come up
I'mma fuckin' drown her
I'm wilder than public schools and public housing
Can't afford failure, I'm just browsing
I was 15 with $100,000
And if you talk trash
I'mma fuckin' possum?
And nigga, if your bitch got eye problem
You know what it is, armed robbery.
Tunechi
[Verse 2 - Euro]
I heard 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't seen a movie since I started livin' one
I be in a room full of bitches gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match
And niggas schemin' on what I had, but
We gon' put money in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)
And all these new bitches old news
Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl that I fucked came true
Now every night feels like deja vu
And the hatin's no use, she ain't waitin' on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks with no shoes"
And I murder that pussy, and I ain't leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof
That sick shit, I'm ill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, bitches like fuckin' problems
And I can't solve shit if I'm the fuckin' problem
Just know I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you can't take the city out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, money always colorblind
She blew the team for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)
[Verse 3 - Kidd Kidd]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
Had a few ugly bitches but I had to hide em
Can't live with em, Can't live without em
Can't trust them hoes poking holes up in condoms
Put her ass on a brush she a supermodel
If you swallow these kids, does that make you childish
Now she say I got a fuckin problem
Because I fucked her once and gave a fuck about her
Her hair blown out like the 80s
I drive these bitches crazy, mental assylum she blame me
I ain't looking for a lady, ???? was meant to get you ????
I ain't looking for a wife, I need a one night trick
That can ride it like that, suck it like this
Hit it from the back in the back of the whip
I'm a mac, I'm a pimp girl
You don't need make up with a mac on your lips
She drive a X5, beefin' with her ex man
Baby Ima dog and a DMX fan
Told myself I wouldn't mess with my ex again
Popped a lil x? then i tried explain
I keep it too real to ever be a lame
Too many girls in this world, you all be lame
She all on my dick cause I got street fame
Told that thirsty ass bitch don't speak my name
Kid Kid, enough from the 9'
Tell em don't worry bout me I'm just fine
Girl if you comin' with me then let's ride
I know you want money so don't waste my time
Uh, wear that ass out fuck her till we pass out
Fuck a hotel, we goin' to my mans house
Scratch that your baby mama was an Amptray
We treat that pussy like some good weed and pass day
Yeah, to my niggas, she fuck my niggas
Bought some bitches, and she was wit' it
Which she wasn't but she did it
She let you lick it, but never stick it
You be trippin, you say you fallin
Nigga you slippin, stupid ass nigga tryna' fall inlove\
If i fall it's gon be from too many drugs
You asking questions, bout what she was
With the rider game, she told you in the club
[Hook - Lil Wayne]
I love all my bitches
That's my fuckin' problem
A 2 dollar bill is still a couple dollars
And if any one of them niggas got a fuckin' problem
I'mma milk all of 'em
Cause they fuckin' cowards
I love red bitches
There's just something 'bout 'em
But I'm gettin' better pussy from a brown one
Been schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm your alma mater
I'm the shit
Where the fly swatter
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I know you likin' who you eatin' on
Make me think about all them nights we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you suck it like your teeth are gone
If your friends hatin' on you, fuck 'em
To each his own, yessir
I do my drugs then I sleep 'em off
Like it just be callin' me
I need to turn my ringer off
Ain't a fuckin' singalong
Unless you brought the weed along
That kush, okay I got that kush
Cop pounds and put my people on
We can take the stairs up to the stars
That's where we belong
Fuck that shit you talk
I beat that pussy like production
Or like Rocky, beat the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the buzzer
Nigga, gimme what you've got
Take that money like an usher
One man band, all you hear is repercussion
Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self destruction
She looked me in my eyes and said
Man, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I said shorty, you a beast
[Hook]
I love bad bitches
Okay, what's the problem
If she thinks she gonna come up
I'mma fuckin' drown her
I'm wilder than public schools and public housing
Can't afford failure, I'm just browsing
I was 15 with $100,000
And if you talk trash
I'mma fuckin' possum?
And nigga, if your bitch got eye problem
You know what it is, armed robbery.
Tunechi
[Verse 2 - Euro]
I heard 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young"
I haven't seen a movie since I started livin' one
I be in a room full of bitches gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match
And niggas schemin' on what I had, but
We gon' put money in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)
And all these new bitches old news
Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl that I fucked came true
Now every night feels like deja vu
And the hatin's no use, she ain't waitin' on you
I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks with no shoes"
And I murder that pussy, and I ain't leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof
That sick shit, I'm ill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, bitches like fuckin' problems
And I can't solve shit if I'm the fuckin' problem
Just know I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem
Out the city, but you can't take the city out 'em
I know these hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, money always colorblind
She blew the team for some Red Bottoms
(Euro)
[Verse 3 - Kidd Kidd]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
Had a few ugly bitches but I had to hide em
Can't live with em, Can't live without em
Can't trust them hoes poking holes up in condoms
Put her ass on a brush she a supermodel
If you swallow these kids, does that make you childish
Now she say I got a fuckin problem
Because I fucked her once and gave a fuck about her
Her hair blown out like the 80s
I drive these bitches crazy, mental assylum she blame me
I ain't looking for a lady, ???? was meant to get you ????
I ain't looking for a wife, I need a one night trick
That can ride it like that, suck it like this
Hit it from the back in the back of the whip
I'm a mac, I'm a pimp girl
You don't need make up with a mac on your lips
She drive a X5, beefin' with her ex man
Baby Ima dog and a DMX fan
Told myself I wouldn't mess with my ex again
Popped a lil x? then i tried explain
I keep it too real to ever be a lame
Too many girls in this world, you all be lame
She all on my dick cause I got street fame
Told that thirsty ass bitch don't speak my name
Kid Kid, enough from the 9'
Tell em don't worry bout me I'm just fine
Girl if you comin' with me then let's ride
I know you want money so don't waste my time
Uh, wear that ass out fuck her till we pass out
Fuck a hotel, we goin' to my mans house
Scratch that your baby mama was an Amptray
We treat that pussy like some good weed and pass day
Yeah, to my niggas, she fuck my niggas
Bought some bitches, and she was wit' it
Which she wasn't but she did it
She let you lick it, but never stick it
You be trippin, you say you fallin
Nigga you slippin, stupid ass nigga tryna' fall inlove\
If i fall it's gon be from too many drugs
You asking questions, bout what she was
With the rider game, she told you in the club
Lil Wayne – Devastation Lyrics
Lil Wayne – Devastation Lyrics
[Hook: Gudda Gudda]
I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown
I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown
I’m a east side nigga
[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
I got the 2-2-3 cocked, I point it at yo melon
Loose lips sink ships so ain’t no motherfucking telling
I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown
Gas up the minivan, put the pumps in the trunk
Now I be sippin on something, they got me tilt to the side
All black ski mask with chinese eyes
Now I’ve been home for years, I’mma take yo plate
I’ma eat yo steak dead in yo face
I woke up on a mission, I got 2 women I ride with
One named Nina and that yapper my side chick
We size niggas up so wisely choose who you side with
Got something on my side, that pack of kick – that’s my sidekick
I’m about that paper, roll the dice and get paid
And they can’t bite the hand I’m feeding with, I’m holding grenades
So I’mma talk my shit, I’mma live my life
I’mma nail yo girl, shit I did that twice
Gudda!
[Hook: Gudda Gudda]
I’m a east side nigga
I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown
I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown
[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Money don’t make itself
These niggas gon make me kill em
I should probably see a shrink but I’m afraid he’ll make me little
I’ve been a beast since I could remember
I got too many hoes, that’s my dilemma
Chop yo fuckin head off and put it on the front of my car like the emblem
Get em like they on the beat, I got this banger on display
I just test-drove a new Lamborghini and got a A
Got a billion bitches, I’m lookin for the one that got away
And since all these niggas watching, ask them for the time of day
Fuck yall niggas I’m skating
Got yo ho at the skate park waiting
That dick keep her coming back, motherfucking reincarnation
I don’t want that pussy if it's spatious
Just give me fellatio
My bitch named Gigi give me head, I be like goodness gracious, fuck
Hi, my name is Tune, it’s nice to eat ya
I still keep that gun like a secret
Another one bites the dust, would you like to eat it?
Boy I have the people looking for you like a reason uh
You don't want to hit my blunt cause I been eating pussy all day
This gun got a hair trigger, I pull this bitch til it’s bald head
Ye ain’t got no bars nigga
Recharge, you going dead
Can’t kill me, I was born dead
Crowned of thorns head
Devil horns red, have my barn head
I’m a serial killer, yo lucky charm dead
And that trash bag, they find you arm leg leg arm head
Oh what a tangle where we we bout feel like daddy long legs
I bought that Ferrari Spider for my boys at Rikers and all my lifers
My bitch say my dick is great
But I make er say it like Tony the Tiger
I own a riffle and I’m on the edge
I bop bop and I’m ridin off
I’m devastation, I’m Freddy Jason, Dedication 5, 5 stars
Tunechi
[Hook: Gudda Gudda]
I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown
I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown
I’m a east side nigga
[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
I got the 2-2-3 cocked, I point it at yo melon
Loose lips sink ships so ain’t no motherfucking telling
I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown
Gas up the minivan, put the pumps in the trunk
Now I be sippin on something, they got me tilt to the side
All black ski mask with chinese eyes
Now I’ve been home for years, I’mma take yo plate
I’ma eat yo steak dead in yo face
I woke up on a mission, I got 2 women I ride with
One named Nina and that yapper my side chick
We size niggas up so wisely choose who you side with
Got something on my side, that pack of kick – that’s my sidekick
I’m about that paper, roll the dice and get paid
And they can’t bite the hand I’m feeding with, I’m holding grenades
So I’mma talk my shit, I’mma live my life
I’mma nail yo girl, shit I did that twice
Gudda!
[Hook: Gudda Gudda]
I’m a east side nigga
I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown
I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown
[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Money don’t make itself
These niggas gon make me kill em
I should probably see a shrink but I’m afraid he’ll make me little
I’ve been a beast since I could remember
I got too many hoes, that’s my dilemma
Chop yo fuckin head off and put it on the front of my car like the emblem
Get em like they on the beat, I got this banger on display
I just test-drove a new Lamborghini and got a A
Got a billion bitches, I’m lookin for the one that got away
And since all these niggas watching, ask them for the time of day
Fuck yall niggas I’m skating
Got yo ho at the skate park waiting
That dick keep her coming back, motherfucking reincarnation
I don’t want that pussy if it's spatious
Just give me fellatio
My bitch named Gigi give me head, I be like goodness gracious, fuck
Hi, my name is Tune, it’s nice to eat ya
I still keep that gun like a secret
Another one bites the dust, would you like to eat it?
Boy I have the people looking for you like a reason uh
You don't want to hit my blunt cause I been eating pussy all day
This gun got a hair trigger, I pull this bitch til it’s bald head
Ye ain’t got no bars nigga
Recharge, you going dead
Can’t kill me, I was born dead
Crowned of thorns head
Devil horns red, have my barn head
I’m a serial killer, yo lucky charm dead
And that trash bag, they find you arm leg leg arm head
Oh what a tangle where we we bout feel like daddy long legs
I bought that Ferrari Spider for my boys at Rikers and all my lifers
My bitch say my dick is great
But I make er say it like Tony the Tiger
I own a riffle and I’m on the edge
I bop bop and I’m ridin off
I’m devastation, I’m Freddy Jason, Dedication 5, 5 stars
Tunechi
Lil Wayne – Cream Lyrics
Lil Wayne – Cream Lyrics
[Hook: Method Man]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all
[Verse 1: Euro]
I've been having these nightmares
Of losing time, with no reward
Momma would call the Lord, before she call the law
Then I went and found time in the Audemar
Time is money, so I spent it all trying to order more
They say beef is a poor man's sport
Behind the money get that rhyme report, fuck it
[Hook: Method Man]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I don't cut the work
Drop top on 20's
Soon as I learned how to talk I talked business
Nigga's ain't safe, all 9 innings
And to you it's just change, I want every JC Penny
And I walk up in your funeral late, suit rented
Lift a mini skirt, get behind her like Benny
Goin' at your neck, get the rope tie a noose
This a gun check, now who do I write it to?
I'm dirty like ENT, shout out to Murphy Lee
Gotta cut up the credit cards, plastic surgery
I'mma God, Mercy Me, I'm higher than mercury
Smokin' on that strong Full of that Hercules
Bartender, Hurry up, Hurry up with my drink
Nigga's pullin caper's like a they come with a string
I'm standing over the stove with my gun in the sink
Cause' I don't know what nigga's thinking, but I know how they think
Uh, catch a skateboard to the jaw
I'm in that pussy, she in awe
In this here is my homeboy Quick Draw McGraw
I'm even on both sides of the seesaw
You can get your head cut off with a saw, yeehaw
Kill you and your right-hand man, SouthPaw
Money over bitches, and above the law
Money over bitches, and above the law
Money
Yeah!
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh
Pocket full of money, we're the posse full of hiters
Black and White Porsche's, like a Nazi with a nigga
Money make the world, 360
We throw them dolla's up, them bitches better be Frisbee's
Pounds in the freezer, 50 rounds in the sweeper
Counter full of coke, naked bitch baggin' up
And if the bitch stealing, I know where her Mama live
I love this shit so much, I got on a tux
Man it's been a minute since I seen my nigga Bubble
Some nigga's fade away, some nigga's hit the jumper
Kidnap your niece, don't cry, call your uncle
We don't wanna hurt ya baby, we just want your uncle
25 lighters on the dresser, yessir
I ain't hearin' that bullshit, I'm deafer
Than left her, somewhere out wherever
They find your body severed
You know they findin' nigga's guilty like they find the treasure
But get your money
On occasions, I get too wasted, it's an occasion
I heard a nurse say, "Thank you for being so patient"
I know my nigga's got me, we good forever
Get the cheese nigga, please, avoid the shredder
Turning good to better
Gotta pull it together
I wish that blood on the floor, was rose pedals
Real gangsta's die of old age
And old money, get paid my nigga
Tunechi
[Hook: Method Man]
[Hook: Method Man]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all
[Verse 1: Euro]
I've been having these nightmares
Of losing time, with no reward
Momma would call the Lord, before she call the law
Then I went and found time in the Audemar
Time is money, so I spent it all trying to order more
They say beef is a poor man's sport
Behind the money get that rhyme report, fuck it
[Hook: Method Man]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I don't cut the work
Drop top on 20's
Soon as I learned how to talk I talked business
Nigga's ain't safe, all 9 innings
And to you it's just change, I want every JC Penny
And I walk up in your funeral late, suit rented
Lift a mini skirt, get behind her like Benny
Goin' at your neck, get the rope tie a noose
This a gun check, now who do I write it to?
I'm dirty like ENT, shout out to Murphy Lee
Gotta cut up the credit cards, plastic surgery
I'mma God, Mercy Me, I'm higher than mercury
Smokin' on that strong Full of that Hercules
Bartender, Hurry up, Hurry up with my drink
Nigga's pullin caper's like a they come with a string
I'm standing over the stove with my gun in the sink
Cause' I don't know what nigga's thinking, but I know how they think
Uh, catch a skateboard to the jaw
I'm in that pussy, she in awe
In this here is my homeboy Quick Draw McGraw
I'm even on both sides of the seesaw
You can get your head cut off with a saw, yeehaw
Kill you and your right-hand man, SouthPaw
Money over bitches, and above the law
Money over bitches, and above the law
Money
Yeah!
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh
Pocket full of money, we're the posse full of hiters
Black and White Porsche's, like a Nazi with a nigga
Money make the world, 360
We throw them dolla's up, them bitches better be Frisbee's
Pounds in the freezer, 50 rounds in the sweeper
Counter full of coke, naked bitch baggin' up
And if the bitch stealing, I know where her Mama live
I love this shit so much, I got on a tux
Man it's been a minute since I seen my nigga Bubble
Some nigga's fade away, some nigga's hit the jumper
Kidnap your niece, don't cry, call your uncle
We don't wanna hurt ya baby, we just want your uncle
25 lighters on the dresser, yessir
I ain't hearin' that bullshit, I'm deafer
Than left her, somewhere out wherever
They find your body severed
You know they findin' nigga's guilty like they find the treasure
But get your money
On occasions, I get too wasted, it's an occasion
I heard a nurse say, "Thank you for being so patient"
I know my nigga's got me, we good forever
Get the cheese nigga, please, avoid the shredder
Turning good to better
Gotta pull it together
I wish that blood on the floor, was rose pedals
Real gangsta's die of old age
And old money, get paid my nigga
Tunechi
[Hook: Method Man]
Lil Wayne – Levels Lyrics
Lil Wayne – Levels Lyrics
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Man all you pussy niggas drive me crazy
Make me sick to my stomach, I feel nauseated
All you haters hold hands and jump off a building
I could still taste her pussy, memorabilia
Backpack full of artillery
One me, no equivalent
These niggas acting like lil bitches
I don’t understand this shit, Like you scribbled it
Took her clothes, step back and exhibit it
Then tear her ass up like a parking ticket
The end of the road is at walking distance
Have to get that blood off my hands at the faucet drippin
In yo face like a airbag in a car collision
My weed man so consistent
I’m stayin rich, tryin not to make poor decisions
Everything I do I plan it out like a solar system
Nigga if you clumsy you gon slip and fall a victim to me
Yo bitch’s sister makin pictures to me
Then she shoot over to my house, I screwed over in a bed
I shoot off
In
Her
Mouth then she get the bullet uh
Skatin on em like I’m Lil Wayne
And the weed so strong I can feel veins
Write it down, take a picture, now I feel framed
The drugs got me so numb I can’t feel ashamed
And my girl at home with the mood swings
Girl I gotta make a few runs like Usain
Wish I had a penny for my thoughts for some loose change
Hungry niggas going at yo neck for that food chain
Drop some pills that make me sleepy
Hoes creep me in they TP
I hope that pussy taste like kiwi
Hope it’s nicer than Tahiti, hopin I could get a freebie
Leavin a nigga body floatin with a mouth full of seaweed
With somebody weird backpack, that’s E.T.
Snitches give me the heebeegeebees
I hope they’ll disappear, where the fuck is Houdini?
I got niggas on my side, you got niggas on yo back
I’mma yell timber, money grow on trees
Money over queens, fuck you blow me
I sit back enjoy the breeze, hoes prettier than please
I don’t really do shit but sit back and call the shots
She poured out her heart, I had it on the rocks
Red beam on yo head, that’s a cherry on top
You don’t wanna keep your cool, I know niggas that’ll die uh
I danced with the devil in my dreams
When I wake up I still hear the same song
Make me wanna blow a motherfucker brains out
Flow on a nigga, I’m about to brainstorm
Lil nigga I’ll take yo main ho, make her call her homegirl, make em share the same dick
It’s that motherfuckin Dedication 5, I just hope I’ll be alive to see a Dedication 6
Lil Tunechi
[Verse 2: Vado]
Ayo it’s levels to this shit, levels to this shit
Been doing MIA since Levels was the shit
And niggas know I’m on another level with this shit
I’m pedaling the 6, full metal when it hit
All I need is a shovel and a ditch
You done dig me a hole then you show me where it is
Run in his home and show me where the kids
Put one in his dome while he going in his fridge
That’s me, ill nigga
Black creese AP, go trip nigga
Black jeans, great T, OT’s nigga
Backstreet, everything go for 10 nigga
Keep quiet, beef with D5
I’m in the streets like Rodney King’s riots
Mommy opposed their lead tight
On that old bullshit, P minus
They scream and seize fire
My audible like Godfather meets Wire
I’ve fallen in the whip
Rollin 3 6’s, devil on trips
Shots whistled like a cuddle when it’s lip
I’m tryin to go ballistic, shadow in the ship
Call the Barney Rubble in the whip
Made to kick rocks, bull haze from ziplocks uh
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Man all you pussy niggas drive me crazy
Make me sick to my stomach, I feel nauseated
All you haters hold hands and jump off a building
I could still taste her pussy, memorabilia
Backpack full of artillery
One me, no equivalent
These niggas acting like lil bitches
I don’t understand this shit, Like you scribbled it
Took her clothes, step back and exhibit it
Then tear her ass up like a parking ticket
The end of the road is at walking distance
Have to get that blood off my hands at the faucet drippin
In yo face like a airbag in a car collision
My weed man so consistent
I’m stayin rich, tryin not to make poor decisions
Everything I do I plan it out like a solar system
Nigga if you clumsy you gon slip and fall a victim to me
Yo bitch’s sister makin pictures to me
Then she shoot over to my house, I screwed over in a bed
I shoot off
In
Her
Mouth then she get the bullet uh
Skatin on em like I’m Lil Wayne
And the weed so strong I can feel veins
Write it down, take a picture, now I feel framed
The drugs got me so numb I can’t feel ashamed
And my girl at home with the mood swings
Girl I gotta make a few runs like Usain
Wish I had a penny for my thoughts for some loose change
Hungry niggas going at yo neck for that food chain
Drop some pills that make me sleepy
Hoes creep me in they TP
I hope that pussy taste like kiwi
Hope it’s nicer than Tahiti, hopin I could get a freebie
Leavin a nigga body floatin with a mouth full of seaweed
With somebody weird backpack, that’s E.T.
Snitches give me the heebeegeebees
I hope they’ll disappear, where the fuck is Houdini?
I got niggas on my side, you got niggas on yo back
I’mma yell timber, money grow on trees
Money over queens, fuck you blow me
I sit back enjoy the breeze, hoes prettier than please
I don’t really do shit but sit back and call the shots
She poured out her heart, I had it on the rocks
Red beam on yo head, that’s a cherry on top
You don’t wanna keep your cool, I know niggas that’ll die uh
I danced with the devil in my dreams
When I wake up I still hear the same song
Make me wanna blow a motherfucker brains out
Flow on a nigga, I’m about to brainstorm
Lil nigga I’ll take yo main ho, make her call her homegirl, make em share the same dick
It’s that motherfuckin Dedication 5, I just hope I’ll be alive to see a Dedication 6
Lil Tunechi
[Verse 2: Vado]
Ayo it’s levels to this shit, levels to this shit
Been doing MIA since Levels was the shit
And niggas know I’m on another level with this shit
I’m pedaling the 6, full metal when it hit
All I need is a shovel and a ditch
You done dig me a hole then you show me where it is
Run in his home and show me where the kids
Put one in his dome while he going in his fridge
That’s me, ill nigga
Black creese AP, go trip nigga
Black jeans, great T, OT’s nigga
Backstreet, everything go for 10 nigga
Keep quiet, beef with D5
I’m in the streets like Rodney King’s riots
Mommy opposed their lead tight
On that old bullshit, P minus
They scream and seize fire
My audible like Godfather meets Wire
I’ve fallen in the whip
Rollin 3 6’s, devil on trips
Shots whistled like a cuddle when it’s lip
I’m tryin to go ballistic, shadow in the ship
Call the Barney Rubble in the whip
Made to kick rocks, bull haze from ziplocks uh
Lil Wayne – U.O.E.N.O. Lyrics
Lil Wayne – U.O.E.N.O. Lyrics
Uh, I'm flying private through Cloud 9
Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Einstein
Yeah, I'm yawnin' I'm so tired of ballin'
Yeah, Only selling work to them workaholics
Got guns bigger than you nigger, I don't fuck with new niggas
I blue's your bitch ass hopes somebody give you rhythm
I got animal all in my flo'
Take your shoes off at the door
Niggas feed these bitch's lies, nigga don't food poison my ho
I buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon on at the store
My nigga's like Kanye with that good
My nigga's like Lou Rawls with that blow
Niggas be sayin' they racked up, don't let that Q-ball leave you broke
I know you want a pat on the back, but then those fools goin' see you choke
I saw yo' bitch and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go
Boy I get up in that pussy and hit her with moves you don't even know
Nigga's be trippin' over these ho's, I done came too far to get close
I've been outchea gettin' bread, and I don't need you all in my loaf
If you stick your neck out there, I'll have my goon's all at your throat
Nigga's be lukewarm at the most
And when I'm through ballin' I coach
Shout out to my nigga Mack
Gettin' his boo on in that Ghost
I'm still coming off the top of the dome but it be on a tombstone if I wrote it
Tunechi
My kids already rich and they don't even know
These nigga's sayin' they playa's, they ain't even scored
My bitch rolling my weed, she don't even smoke
Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, nigga
Uh
My cologne illegal in nine countries
I found a way like it was hiding from me
Yeah, my weed good, my sex better
Bitch, don't text me no long letters
I'm ahead of the game, I need a blowjob
Most of these ho's ain't got no job
And these nigga's goin' buy em' everything
You goin' fuck around, and get the ho robbed
I'm ahead of the game, I need a haircut
Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug
And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums
I woke up this morning, dick rock hard
Dick harder than a armadilla'
MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my nigga's
Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is full of hard decisions
If she ain't fuckin', she get the boot
Let me write this bitch a parking ticket
Ain't got time for love life
All I know is get paid
I'm high like Bonjour
Twisted like french braids
I got my own shoes, SLIME
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift, man these nigga's been dead
Uh
I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn't even know
I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her
Yeah
Don't fuck with these fuck nigga's, you already know us
I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise
Yeah
Pass that weed to the next nigga
Blunt longer than a tongue twista
Ho's want this scud missile
I'mma ball, like Crystal
Lil Tunchi Li, young sex pistol
New money, no wrinkles
I'm hard headed, Ocho
Dedication Cinco
Uh
What up 5?
Rocko fuck with me!
Yeah!
Future fuck with me!
Yeah!
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift, man these nigga's been dead
5!
Uh, I'm flying private through Cloud 9
Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Einstein
Yeah, I'm yawnin' I'm so tired of ballin'
Yeah, Only selling work to them workaholics
Got guns bigger than you nigger, I don't fuck with new niggas
I blue's your bitch ass hopes somebody give you rhythm
I got animal all in my flo'
Take your shoes off at the door
Niggas feed these bitch's lies, nigga don't food poison my ho
I buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon on at the store
My nigga's like Kanye with that good
My nigga's like Lou Rawls with that blow
Niggas be sayin' they racked up, don't let that Q-ball leave you broke
I know you want a pat on the back, but then those fools goin' see you choke
I saw yo' bitch and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go
Boy I get up in that pussy and hit her with moves you don't even know
Nigga's be trippin' over these ho's, I done came too far to get close
I've been outchea gettin' bread, and I don't need you all in my loaf
If you stick your neck out there, I'll have my goon's all at your throat
Nigga's be lukewarm at the most
And when I'm through ballin' I coach
Shout out to my nigga Mack
Gettin' his boo on in that Ghost
I'm still coming off the top of the dome but it be on a tombstone if I wrote it
Tunechi
My kids already rich and they don't even know
These nigga's sayin' they playa's, they ain't even scored
My bitch rolling my weed, she don't even smoke
Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, nigga
Uh
My cologne illegal in nine countries
I found a way like it was hiding from me
Yeah, my weed good, my sex better
Bitch, don't text me no long letters
I'm ahead of the game, I need a blowjob
Most of these ho's ain't got no job
And these nigga's goin' buy em' everything
You goin' fuck around, and get the ho robbed
I'm ahead of the game, I need a haircut
Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug
And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums
I woke up this morning, dick rock hard
Dick harder than a armadilla'
MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my nigga's
Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is full of hard decisions
If she ain't fuckin', she get the boot
Let me write this bitch a parking ticket
Ain't got time for love life
All I know is get paid
I'm high like Bonjour
Twisted like french braids
I got my own shoes, SLIME
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift, man these nigga's been dead
Uh
I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn't even know
I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her
Yeah
Don't fuck with these fuck nigga's, you already know us
I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise
Yeah
Pass that weed to the next nigga
Blunt longer than a tongue twista
Ho's want this scud missile
I'mma ball, like Crystal
Lil Tunchi Li, young sex pistol
New money, no wrinkles
I'm hard headed, Ocho
Dedication Cinco
Uh
What up 5?
Rocko fuck with me!
Yeah!
Future fuck with me!
Yeah!
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift, man these nigga's been dead
5!
Lil Wayne – FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt Lyrics
Lil Wayne – FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt Lyrics
(Intro)
I mean it’s simple
Can’t fuck wit us
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got money on yo head
I don’t do my dirty work
I cut off my hands, I don’t even touch the work
I pray these niggas don’t fuck with me
And I don’t like to curse in church
And my girl’ pussy taste just like Mrs. Butterworth’s
I mean that, believe that
Don’t be short with that work nigga
We find out where yo ho work nigga
We follow you moms from church nigga
You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher
Get'em Tune
I don’t really fuck around with certain niggas
Fuck all yall niggas, except my niggas
These niggas hustling backwards
Check ya rear-view mirror and side mirrors
OG kush keep my mind clearer
That choppa get yo mind right
I got 2 choppas that’s chopsticks
Eat yo block up like shrimp fried rice
Been so long since I seen my eyes white
You know I smoke like dry ice
Now there stay in yo lane and get sideswiped
It’s going down, let me straighten up yo fly right
Still can’t turn a ho into a housewife
Man it’s like some things will never change
You ain’t got a shot in a gun range
These chumps ain’t even got chump change
Uh yea, and don’t fuck with me, you know I’m Gotti
Check yourself before I sign it
Yea, I’m shinin on these niggas, no horizon
Yea, and it’s going down if I’m her pilot
Uh, my new car is so robotic
My new bitch is so provided
Money talks, yours like no comment
Black car, racial profile and rest in peace to Christopher Wallace
Desert Eagle like dub Mojave
I get my work from Rico Suave uh
It’s a Rollie if I got time on my hand
You ever see me broke? Write on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry when it’s gone
Had a phone in jail, that’s a cellphone
Yea, I’m bout to buy a machinegun
You drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps
I’m sittin on some train tracks
Hopin' that bitch speed up
I’m Strongarm and these niggas roll my sleeves up, yea
I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes
Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized
When we in a hospital room full of flat lines
I’m Tunechi the immortal
My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I take yo order?
I say…
Testarossa over testimony
Got so much shit built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all y'all niggas in Swahili nigga,
Ain’t nothing free round here but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, call it Mr. Biggs
All my niggas blood, fuck yo syringe
Chop his head off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that shit for dinner
Dedication
[Verse 2 - T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you nigga to America most
Every nigga round when we carry it out
Sedated bitches like a nigga tune the low
They just be like 10 and we doin em all
Okay, Tune in the jet flyin over the boat
I’m on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the boat
What you nigga make a year I could do it to blow
You keep on playin with me, bet I’ll put a few in you ho
The fate up before a nigga, we soon to see
These niggas sweet as perfume to me
I mean really like cartoon to me
Ain’t nobody fuckin with Tune and me
Hustle Gang, bank green, in God we trust
Young Money Cash Money, they down with us
I got a bitch who want yo bitch, you finna get a ho up
And don’t bullshit and listen, you don’t really know her
We a bust a nigga head, leave layin fo dead
I get caught with a banger, I’ma lay in the feds
In Gen Park nigga every day interfere
I was chillin on the yard, really going hard
And these pussy niggas catchin' feelings over broads
King pussy nigga go up really like a god
A town nigga, bank head I’m about it
Everybody know "don’t fuck with me cuz I got it"
(Intro)
I mean it’s simple
Can’t fuck wit us
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got money on yo head
I don’t do my dirty work
I cut off my hands, I don’t even touch the work
I pray these niggas don’t fuck with me
And I don’t like to curse in church
And my girl’ pussy taste just like Mrs. Butterworth’s
I mean that, believe that
Don’t be short with that work nigga
We find out where yo ho work nigga
We follow you moms from church nigga
You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher
Get'em Tune
I don’t really fuck around with certain niggas
Fuck all yall niggas, except my niggas
These niggas hustling backwards
Check ya rear-view mirror and side mirrors
OG kush keep my mind clearer
That choppa get yo mind right
I got 2 choppas that’s chopsticks
Eat yo block up like shrimp fried rice
Been so long since I seen my eyes white
You know I smoke like dry ice
Now there stay in yo lane and get sideswiped
It’s going down, let me straighten up yo fly right
Still can’t turn a ho into a housewife
Man it’s like some things will never change
You ain’t got a shot in a gun range
These chumps ain’t even got chump change
Uh yea, and don’t fuck with me, you know I’m Gotti
Check yourself before I sign it
Yea, I’m shinin on these niggas, no horizon
Yea, and it’s going down if I’m her pilot
Uh, my new car is so robotic
My new bitch is so provided
Money talks, yours like no comment
Black car, racial profile and rest in peace to Christopher Wallace
Desert Eagle like dub Mojave
I get my work from Rico Suave uh
It’s a Rollie if I got time on my hand
You ever see me broke? Write on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry when it’s gone
Had a phone in jail, that’s a cellphone
Yea, I’m bout to buy a machinegun
You drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps
I’m sittin on some train tracks
Hopin' that bitch speed up
I’m Strongarm and these niggas roll my sleeves up, yea
I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes
Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized
When we in a hospital room full of flat lines
I’m Tunechi the immortal
My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I take yo order?
I say…
Testarossa over testimony
Got so much shit built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all y'all niggas in Swahili nigga,
Ain’t nothing free round here but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, call it Mr. Biggs
All my niggas blood, fuck yo syringe
Chop his head off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that shit for dinner
Dedication
[Verse 2 - T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you nigga to America most
Every nigga round when we carry it out
Sedated bitches like a nigga tune the low
They just be like 10 and we doin em all
Okay, Tune in the jet flyin over the boat
I’m on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the boat
What you nigga make a year I could do it to blow
You keep on playin with me, bet I’ll put a few in you ho
The fate up before a nigga, we soon to see
These niggas sweet as perfume to me
I mean really like cartoon to me
Ain’t nobody fuckin with Tune and me
Hustle Gang, bank green, in God we trust
Young Money Cash Money, they down with us
I got a bitch who want yo bitch, you finna get a ho up
And don’t bullshit and listen, you don’t really know her
We a bust a nigga head, leave layin fo dead
I get caught with a banger, I’ma lay in the feds
In Gen Park nigga every day interfere
I was chillin on the yard, really going hard
And these pussy niggas catchin' feelings over broads
King pussy nigga go up really like a god
A town nigga, bank head I’m about it
Everybody know "don’t fuck with me cuz I got it"
Lil Wayne – Still Got the Rock Lyrics
Lil Wayne – Still Got the Rock Lyrics
Nigga I be hard on a ho cause a bitch ain't shit
And every ho I done fucked done sucked my dick
I had to pour out some drank for niggas I miss
I hope my weed ain't too loud to hear the snakes hiss
It's Dedication 5, medication high
I got to clean up after these niggas cause they be wasting time
And boy my hoes don't get in line because they stay in line
I'm shining on these hoes so hard they getting tan lines
It's Tunechi
I go hard, I put in work
Twin clocks, the gift and the curse
Dirty money, no footprints in dirt
We geeked up, the revenge of the nerds
I swear, play with these niggas that's that shit I don't do
As long as money talks, I got someone to talk to
Watch my dogs treat the beef like dog food
I got the power but a short fuse, let's go
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
You know snitches get stitches nigga needle and thread
You better walk it like you talk it or we cut off your legs
Pretty please don't kill my vibe, I ain't too proud to beg
Alright fucking right, shoot you up at the light
Straight take all yo possessions, call that shit poltergeist
And my homie he a sniper, we call him Wesley Snipes
I call my bitch Plain Jane cause she catch nut like a flight
I'm on a mission to get movie money, stick to the script
Your bitch leaking information, I just follow the drip
Soon as I get that coupe, I'mma go get the rims
Toss the keys to my homie, tell that nigga it's his
I feel like he-man when I'm in your ho
You tell that bitch give me my space like a telescope
In her throat like the cola, my system solar
I'm too young to die sober, your man a cobra
Watch that nigga, let's go
Boy my bitches got bitches badder than your bitches
But I can't trust none of them bitches though, like magicians
Straight blowing money fast, I'mma get a ticket
Soon as I get off paper I'mma smack a nigga
No broken mirrors, I can't see myself broke
Right back pocket flag redder than a velvet rope
Never say never, she might do her friend, you never know
Shorty make that dick stand up like it's telling jokes
I swear to god, I put in work
I'm on them shrooms, my goons on alert
I spit these bars, this a universe
You better duck, like Dooney and Bourke
I'm telling you, shot out Turk, it's Hot Boys, bitch the block is hot
If I ain't have the keys to success, I would have picked the lock
Diarrhea shit don't stop until my fucking casket drop
Still got that crack, maybe one day I'mma pass the rock
Tunechi
Dedication 5, what up five
Nigga I be hard on a ho cause a bitch ain't shit
And every ho I done fucked done sucked my dick
I had to pour out some drank for niggas I miss
I hope my weed ain't too loud to hear the snakes hiss
It's Dedication 5, medication high
I got to clean up after these niggas cause they be wasting time
And boy my hoes don't get in line because they stay in line
I'm shining on these hoes so hard they getting tan lines
It's Tunechi
I go hard, I put in work
Twin clocks, the gift and the curse
Dirty money, no footprints in dirt
We geeked up, the revenge of the nerds
I swear, play with these niggas that's that shit I don't do
As long as money talks, I got someone to talk to
Watch my dogs treat the beef like dog food
I got the power but a short fuse, let's go
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
You know snitches get stitches nigga needle and thread
You better walk it like you talk it or we cut off your legs
Pretty please don't kill my vibe, I ain't too proud to beg
Alright fucking right, shoot you up at the light
Straight take all yo possessions, call that shit poltergeist
And my homie he a sniper, we call him Wesley Snipes
I call my bitch Plain Jane cause she catch nut like a flight
I'm on a mission to get movie money, stick to the script
Your bitch leaking information, I just follow the drip
Soon as I get that coupe, I'mma go get the rims
Toss the keys to my homie, tell that nigga it's his
I feel like he-man when I'm in your ho
You tell that bitch give me my space like a telescope
In her throat like the cola, my system solar
I'm too young to die sober, your man a cobra
Watch that nigga, let's go
Boy my bitches got bitches badder than your bitches
But I can't trust none of them bitches though, like magicians
Straight blowing money fast, I'mma get a ticket
Soon as I get off paper I'mma smack a nigga
No broken mirrors, I can't see myself broke
Right back pocket flag redder than a velvet rope
Never say never, she might do her friend, you never know
Shorty make that dick stand up like it's telling jokes
I swear to god, I put in work
I'm on them shrooms, my goons on alert
I spit these bars, this a universe
You better duck, like Dooney and Bourke
I'm telling you, shot out Turk, it's Hot Boys, bitch the block is hot
If I ain't have the keys to success, I would have picked the lock
Diarrhea shit don't stop until my fucking casket drop
Still got that crack, maybe one day I'mma pass the rock
Tunechi
Dedication 5, what up five
Lil Wayne – Pure Colombia Lyrics
Lil Wayne – Pure Colombia Lyrics
I can't trust these niggas, throw some water on 'em,
They say "Go to Hell," Okay I know the owner,
Strip clubs gettin old all the strippers hoein',
All these bitches think they dimes, watch me flip a coin,
Thank You Jesus, My dogs is off the leashes,
Had to leave my spanish bitch 'cuz she was startin' to get suspicious,
Tell The Beef I mean business, suit and tie nigga
You and all your dogs can get euthanize nigga
Trigger happy nigga, I just can’t stop smiling
Thank God I’m fly, I had to thank my pilot
You think you’re calling shots, you got the wrong number
I love Benjamin Franklin more than his own mother
Throw that pussy, throw that pussy
And I don’t want no throw back pussy, man fuck these pussy-
Ass niggas, I lay back and ash Swishers
My new shoes is ass-kickers, she drink cum like she had hiccups
Rest In Peace to my last victim
We be passing blunts, they be passing judgement
5 blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers
AK’s with Chiquitas, you shell-shocked like Adidas
Whoever find your body, finders keepers, yeah
It’s that pure Colombia
’Cause soon as the bitch tasted it her tongue was numb
It’s loaded, so I just let her jump the gun
It’s that Dedication 5 and another one, I love it!
Tunechi
[Bridge]
Yeah, free Scooter, I'm outchea
Let's get it
[Verse 2]
I done lost a couple hoes but I'm still a pimp
This change of face on my Rollie, shout out Lil Kim
Park my cars in front my house like I ain't got no garage
Just looking for a bitch to stay down like I'm throwing knives
Mac so paid we 'bout to start calling him MacIntosh,
I really beat that pussy up them niggas shadow box
These niggas sending threats, I'mma start sending hits
Bring me his head, so I can make sure its him
It's lonely at the top, it's lonely at the top
I think I'm 'bout to jump, niggas phony as a prop
Ain't nothing on me but this chop, turn you, your homies into slop,
Put your brains all over the window, people passing window shop
Like ugh, this that pure Columbia
It's just us, fuck the rest we got insomnia
Most likely I done fucked that bitch that's laying under ya
She said she trying to see me, bitch that's Stevie Wonderful
You better, mind your business, hitman with a hit list
YMCMB, the world is ours, seconds minutes
I'm a movie motherfucker, camera man, are you getting this?
Burning blunts like bridges, turn up, missing
Ahhhhh
We out here with that clean work, these niggas selling remix we got clean work
Kill everybody ya'll gone need a limousine hearse
You see I'm armed like a fucking short sleeve shirt!
D5, what up five?
Yeah
I can't trust these niggas, throw some water on 'em,
They say "Go to Hell," Okay I know the owner,
Strip clubs gettin old all the strippers hoein',
All these bitches think they dimes, watch me flip a coin,
Thank You Jesus, My dogs is off the leashes,
Had to leave my spanish bitch 'cuz she was startin' to get suspicious,
Tell The Beef I mean business, suit and tie nigga
You and all your dogs can get euthanize nigga
Trigger happy nigga, I just can’t stop smiling
Thank God I’m fly, I had to thank my pilot
You think you’re calling shots, you got the wrong number
I love Benjamin Franklin more than his own mother
Throw that pussy, throw that pussy
And I don’t want no throw back pussy, man fuck these pussy-
Ass niggas, I lay back and ash Swishers
My new shoes is ass-kickers, she drink cum like she had hiccups
Rest In Peace to my last victim
We be passing blunts, they be passing judgement
5 blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers
AK’s with Chiquitas, you shell-shocked like Adidas
Whoever find your body, finders keepers, yeah
It’s that pure Colombia
’Cause soon as the bitch tasted it her tongue was numb
It’s loaded, so I just let her jump the gun
It’s that Dedication 5 and another one, I love it!
Tunechi
[Bridge]
Yeah, free Scooter, I'm outchea
Let's get it
[Verse 2]
I done lost a couple hoes but I'm still a pimp
This change of face on my Rollie, shout out Lil Kim
Park my cars in front my house like I ain't got no garage
Just looking for a bitch to stay down like I'm throwing knives
Mac so paid we 'bout to start calling him MacIntosh,
I really beat that pussy up them niggas shadow box
These niggas sending threats, I'mma start sending hits
Bring me his head, so I can make sure its him
It's lonely at the top, it's lonely at the top
I think I'm 'bout to jump, niggas phony as a prop
Ain't nothing on me but this chop, turn you, your homies into slop,
Put your brains all over the window, people passing window shop
Like ugh, this that pure Columbia
It's just us, fuck the rest we got insomnia
Most likely I done fucked that bitch that's laying under ya
She said she trying to see me, bitch that's Stevie Wonderful
You better, mind your business, hitman with a hit list
YMCMB, the world is ours, seconds minutes
I'm a movie motherfucker, camera man, are you getting this?
Burning blunts like bridges, turn up, missing
Ahhhhh
We out here with that clean work, these niggas selling remix we got clean work
Kill everybody ya'll gone need a limousine hearse
You see I'm armed like a fucking short sleeve shirt!
D5, what up five?
Yeah
Lil Wayne – Thinkin About You Lyrics
Lil Wayne – Thinkin About You Lyrics
Come on, come on, come on, come
Shout for the 17, shout for the Hollygrove
Shout for the 17
I'mma take it uptown, uptown
You dig
You understand me
[Verse 1]
Woke one morning
Tears in my eyes
And you had left me without a kiss or a note
Or goodbye
Now I got to learn to live alone
But my heart can't take it
I guess that's why I wait by the phone
For a call, a call from you
Sayin' she needs me back
Just as much as I need you
But I guess for the time, you need to spill it
Let me tell you baby, now I'm thinkin' of you every day
[Hook]
I'm thinkin' about you
I'm thinkin' about you
[Break]
Oops upside your head
I said oops upside your head
I said feet, don't fail me now
White man came down to my city
On the corner
And asked me what do I do
I said, do what I wanna
Said, do what I wanna
[Verse 2]
I keep thinkin' 'bout the good times we had
And how we let jealousy
Turn all we had good into bad
Now I realize
If you just try it again
Love will play out
You'll be my girl
I'll be your only man
Come on, come on, come on, come
Shout for the 17, shout for the Hollygrove
Shout for the 17
I'mma take it uptown, uptown
You dig
You understand me
[Verse 1]
Woke one morning
Tears in my eyes
And you had left me without a kiss or a note
Or goodbye
Now I got to learn to live alone
But my heart can't take it
I guess that's why I wait by the phone
For a call, a call from you
Sayin' she needs me back
Just as much as I need you
But I guess for the time, you need to spill it
Let me tell you baby, now I'm thinkin' of you every day
[Hook]
I'm thinkin' about you
I'm thinkin' about you
[Break]
Oops upside your head
I said oops upside your head
I said feet, don't fail me now
White man came down to my city
On the corner
And asked me what do I do
I said, do what I wanna
Said, do what I wanna
[Verse 2]
I keep thinkin' 'bout the good times we had
And how we let jealousy
Turn all we had good into bad
Now I realize
If you just try it again
Love will play out
You'll be my girl
I'll be your only man
Lil Wayne – Way I'm Ballin' Lyrics
Lil Wayne – Way I'm Ballin' Lyrics
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got shotguns under my staircase
Rob yo ho ass bare face
Then have this bitch on lock, I’m bout to get this bitch a cellmate
All my life I been this cold
All my nights I spend with hoes
I keep change on me now
‘Cus this shit’s startin to take a toll
I just flew 2 hoes in, oh how times I clip his wings
Make you spit that safe combination, out like Listerine
And even though I’m not an artist this is where I draw the line
We don’t feel none of you niggas
Y'all some fuckin porcupines
I still got residue all on my dinner plates
Real niggas in my inner circle
None of my checks come late, I ain’t having that, I give em curfews,
Dressed up like a old lady, uzi under my church dress
Surprise yo ass like a baby… taking his first steps
I’m too good for just any bad bitch
Smoke like I’ve been kissing dragons
That milk carton show her missing panties
That pussy felt like a hidden valley
Thank God that I’m so gifted
I wouldn’t return a single gift
But all good things must come to an end
Like this blunt burning my fingertips
Lil' Tune
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
This ain’t what you want
Put that gun to yo ho head
Make her tell me what you don’t
Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones
Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw!
Neil Armstrong aw! Neil Armstrong
Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw!
Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones
Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw!
[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Striper pole on the yacht
Striper pole in my spot
I got yo girl in my condo
Bitch I’m ballin like Rondo
Flexin ranches up in Texas
I know it’s a blessing but I don’t know what’s a recession
If we talkin mew mew’s, Jimmy Chews and Giuseppe she got it
I star 6-7, my flights I fly private
I’m a walkin hedge fund
I copped a 62 for leg room
This bitches texted and her lights on
I bought her a new crib, it’s a tax right on
[Hook: Future]
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Foreva
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Hold it
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Step up in this kitchen
Just step back til you look at me
Listen , that Ferrari unreleased
Stop being so defensive, I’m making real decisions
And that’s real if you win it
Now I’m ready so I’m ballin that shit
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Rich Gang, we drop feathers to vall
Rich Gang ball 'till you fall
We hit the block dippin cuz the block hot
Record sales, ship it from the Hard Knox
Live it like we live it twice
Ballin with them bright lights
Bad bitches stand tall
Bad bitches want em all
Hella choppas on the surface
Mansion on the beach, nigga that’s the purpose
Blow it cuz the swag is perfect
First class flights, nigga we done murked em
[Hook: Future]
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Foreva
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Hold it
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Step up in this kitchen
Just step back til you look at me
Listen , that Ferrari unreleased
Stop being so defensive, I’m making real decisions
And that’s real if you win it
Now I’m ready so I’m ballin that shitEdit lyrics (shift+L)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got shotguns under my staircase
Rob yo ho ass bare face
Then have this bitch on lock, I’m bout to get this bitch a cellmate
All my life I been this cold
All my nights I spend with hoes
I keep change on me now
‘Cus this shit’s startin to take a toll
I just flew 2 hoes in, oh how times I clip his wings
Make you spit that safe combination, out like Listerine
And even though I’m not an artist this is where I draw the line
We don’t feel none of you niggas
Y'all some fuckin porcupines
I still got residue all on my dinner plates
Real niggas in my inner circle
None of my checks come late, I ain’t having that, I give em curfews,
Dressed up like a old lady, uzi under my church dress
Surprise yo ass like a baby… taking his first steps
I’m too good for just any bad bitch
Smoke like I’ve been kissing dragons
That milk carton show her missing panties
That pussy felt like a hidden valley
Thank God that I’m so gifted
I wouldn’t return a single gift
But all good things must come to an end
Like this blunt burning my fingertips
Lil' Tune
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
This ain’t what you want
Put that gun to yo ho head
Make her tell me what you don’t
Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones
Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw!
Neil Armstrong aw! Neil Armstrong
Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw!
Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones
Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw!
[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Striper pole on the yacht
Striper pole in my spot
I got yo girl in my condo
Bitch I’m ballin like Rondo
Flexin ranches up in Texas
I know it’s a blessing but I don’t know what’s a recession
If we talkin mew mew’s, Jimmy Chews and Giuseppe she got it
I star 6-7, my flights I fly private
I’m a walkin hedge fund
I copped a 62 for leg room
This bitches texted and her lights on
I bought her a new crib, it’s a tax right on
[Hook: Future]
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Foreva
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Hold it
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Step up in this kitchen
Just step back til you look at me
Listen , that Ferrari unreleased
Stop being so defensive, I’m making real decisions
And that’s real if you win it
Now I’m ready so I’m ballin that shit
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Rich Gang, we drop feathers to vall
Rich Gang ball 'till you fall
We hit the block dippin cuz the block hot
Record sales, ship it from the Hard Knox
Live it like we live it twice
Ballin with them bright lights
Bad bitches stand tall
Bad bitches want em all
Hella choppas on the surface
Mansion on the beach, nigga that’s the purpose
Blow it cuz the swag is perfect
First class flights, nigga we done murked em
[Hook: Future]
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Foreva
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Hold it
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Step up in this kitchen
Just step back til you look at me
Listen , that Ferrari unreleased
Stop being so defensive, I’m making real decisions
And that’s real if you win it
Now I’m ready so I’m ballin that shitEdit lyrics (shift+L)
Track 14 on Dedication 5
Lil Wayne – Itchin Lyrics
Lil Wayne – Itchin Lyrics
Uh
She say my dickhead need a crown on it
She say my cum tastes like holy water
She say she get hiccups just thinkin' of me
I said next time bring your drinkin' buddy
I told her, this that dedication 5
And anything else is a consolation prize
I said I'm cumming she say take your time
Yeah, I told her take her drawers off and she says I ain't wearin' none
I asked her who this pussy for, she said ransom
And when she says "I Love You", i say shut up take this dick
She treat me like a God and tell her man she atheist
And then he calls with all that bitchin', who is this?
She busy, call her later, now we switchin' positions
We in here getting creative
I put Champagne on her titties
Then sip it out her naval, boy
I live in, pussy
Let me speak to my neighbors I say
Clean the puke off of the toilet bowl
Treat the pussy like revolving doors
Ran outta rubbers at the corner store
She in my ear, like what you want them for
Well give me brains since you a smart aleck
Fuck her all night and don't smell her
Open her mind like a watermelon, haha, you jealous
I told her take her drawers off and she says I ain't wearin' none
I asked her who this pussy for, she said ransom
And when she says "I Love You", i say shut up take this dick
She treat me like a God and tell her man she atheist
He on that phone with all that bitchin', who is this?
She busy, call her later
Now we kissin' we twisted
My dick in a tornado
She say hit it, I hit it
I hit it raw like yayo
I admit it
(That fuckin' corner store man)
Uh, we makin' love like money
Yeah, yeah, like money
Like money
Told her this that Dedication 5
Dedication 5
I killed that pussy, it came back to life
I told her take her drawers off
And she said why you playin' dumb?
I asked her who this pussy for, she didn't answer
And she say ew, I love you
I said shut up take this dick
Would tell her say my name, but I gave her an alias
And oh my god she swallowed triggers
She gripped with hand that rocks the cradle
I'm so lifted, what is this?
This here a Dedication, it was scripted
Predicted, and shout out to my skaters
Boy, I live in pussy
Let me speak to my neighbors
I say
D5
Waddup 5?
I told her this that Dedication 5
We makin' love like money
Uh
She say my dickhead need a crown on it
She say my cum tastes like holy water
She say she get hiccups just thinkin' of me
I said next time bring your drinkin' buddy
I told her, this that dedication 5
And anything else is a consolation prize
I said I'm cumming she say take your time
Yeah, I told her take her drawers off and she says I ain't wearin' none
I asked her who this pussy for, she said ransom
And when she says "I Love You", i say shut up take this dick
She treat me like a God and tell her man she atheist
And then he calls with all that bitchin', who is this?
She busy, call her later, now we switchin' positions
We in here getting creative
I put Champagne on her titties
Then sip it out her naval, boy
I live in, pussy
Let me speak to my neighbors I say
Clean the puke off of the toilet bowl
Treat the pussy like revolving doors
Ran outta rubbers at the corner store
She in my ear, like what you want them for
Well give me brains since you a smart aleck
Fuck her all night and don't smell her
Open her mind like a watermelon, haha, you jealous
I told her take her drawers off and she says I ain't wearin' none
I asked her who this pussy for, she said ransom
And when she says "I Love You", i say shut up take this dick
She treat me like a God and tell her man she atheist
He on that phone with all that bitchin', who is this?
She busy, call her later
Now we kissin' we twisted
My dick in a tornado
She say hit it, I hit it
I hit it raw like yayo
I admit it
(That fuckin' corner store man)
Uh, we makin' love like money
Yeah, yeah, like money
Like money
Told her this that Dedication 5
Dedication 5
I killed that pussy, it came back to life
I told her take her drawers off
And she said why you playin' dumb?
I asked her who this pussy for, she didn't answer
And she say ew, I love you
I said shut up take this dick
Would tell her say my name, but I gave her an alias
And oh my god she swallowed triggers
She gripped with hand that rocks the cradle
I'm so lifted, what is this?
This here a Dedication, it was scripted
Predicted, and shout out to my skaters
Boy, I live in pussy
Let me speak to my neighbors
I say
D5
Waddup 5?
I told her this that Dedication 5
We makin' love like money
Lil Wayne – Live Life Lyrics
Lil Wayne – Live Life Lyrics
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm a live my life, have my fun, act like I don't give a fuck
Live my life, have my fun, smoke like I don't give a fuck
Live my life, have my fun, fuck that shit, you only get one
Fuck that shit, I gotta sip some
I gotta bitch leaving, I gotta bitch coming (Aye)
I'm getting more pop on my skateboard,
Niggas don't want me to pop like a bungee cord
I got my redbone head gone
That Bugatti go skirt like the legs showing
You think you street? I'm a jaywalker
I'm a basket case, where the fucking lawyer?
Yeah, Tunechi we in this motherfucker
Niggas fuck with me in this motherfucker
I'm a smoke until I get lung trouble
And these... niggas saying they the truth
But your pants on fire
Like I was born in the pool
I came up from the bottom
I'm a live my life, have my fun, skate like I don't give a fuck
Keep a brand new bitch, bout to get her ribbon cut
Rich, but I ain't rich enough
Your bitch is down, you bitchin up
Rolls Royce, topless, it's about to get titty fucked
[Verse 2: Euro]
Okay, live my life, have no fun, 'less you give my niggas some
Live my life, what the fuck, can't recall me giving one
Live my life, have my fun, fuck like I don't give a fuck
And question, who the realest niggas?
Okay, that's a given one
Well welcome to the murder show
Show starts when the curtains close
Pass the scalpel to me, on my open-hearted surgeon flow
Why are all these coppers trippin?
Bitches down there, searching clothes
Yeah, I'm drinking stupid
What the fuck you think I'm swerving for?
Look, I be with that nigga from New Orleans
Who be asking if you heard me, even though he wasn't talking
Seen a straight chick do some dyke shit and didn't pause
And she was probably brokenhearted
I'm so gone, I probably caused it
I'm just saying
They ain't fucking with me
Bet they talking bout murdering me
But, look, Tune, I just don't see the killer in these niggas
2Pac's hologram was realer than these niggas
[Verse 3: T@]
I'm a get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck
Get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck
Get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck
Rudy Gays up on the coupe, and Black Mambas on the Truk
I'm a dream chaser for stacking cheddar
I'm in my Olympic Dream Team's Retros Number 7s
What you know about getting money?
Hop out the coupe, I got your bitch in there, I leave the engine running
I hit the block, talk shit, roll a few stogies
Pop a bar, kill a lil' time on my Rollie
David Copperfield, I make a hundred disappear
Like I know magic, but ball like Jordan
Nigga hating on my new deal, James Harden
I guess cause I'm the shit, and you lil' niggas fartin'
With the weed, I did coke numbers, real talk
A buck fifty every three months, real talk
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
W-T-F, what the fuck nigga?
Tell them fuck niggas get the fuck nigga
Now who the fuck is with the fuck nigga?
It's just us, it's just us nigga
We the fuss nigga
That's a plus nigga
And we don't fuck with snitches trying to bust niggas
So tell them fuck niggas get the fuck nigga
I'm a live my life, have my fun, skate like I don't give a fuck
Live my life, have my fun, act like I don't give a fuck
Get this money, live my life, and ball like I don't give a fuck
Smoke weed with the windows up
High as fuck, but inching up
Pussy niggas tensing up
Are these niggas men or what?
I got your bitch antennas up
You can judge us, but don't sentence us
Blow me like the wind would gust
We trukfit and we supered up
W-T-F, who to fuck?
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
And this, bitch I'm rolling with is cute
And her ass on fire
And the whole time, I ain't feel a tooth
Then I ate that pussy 'til I lost a [?] and I'm gone...
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm a live my life, have my fun, act like I don't give a fuck
Live my life, have my fun, smoke like I don't give a fuck
Live my life, have my fun, fuck that shit, you only get one
Fuck that shit, I gotta sip some
I gotta bitch leaving, I gotta bitch coming (Aye)
I'm getting more pop on my skateboard,
Niggas don't want me to pop like a bungee cord
I got my redbone head gone
That Bugatti go skirt like the legs showing
You think you street? I'm a jaywalker
I'm a basket case, where the fucking lawyer?
Yeah, Tunechi we in this motherfucker
Niggas fuck with me in this motherfucker
I'm a smoke until I get lung trouble
And these... niggas saying they the truth
But your pants on fire
Like I was born in the pool
I came up from the bottom
I'm a live my life, have my fun, skate like I don't give a fuck
Keep a brand new bitch, bout to get her ribbon cut
Rich, but I ain't rich enough
Your bitch is down, you bitchin up
Rolls Royce, topless, it's about to get titty fucked
[Verse 2: Euro]
Okay, live my life, have no fun, 'less you give my niggas some
Live my life, what the fuck, can't recall me giving one
Live my life, have my fun, fuck like I don't give a fuck
And question, who the realest niggas?
Okay, that's a given one
Well welcome to the murder show
Show starts when the curtains close
Pass the scalpel to me, on my open-hearted surgeon flow
Why are all these coppers trippin?
Bitches down there, searching clothes
Yeah, I'm drinking stupid
What the fuck you think I'm swerving for?
Look, I be with that nigga from New Orleans
Who be asking if you heard me, even though he wasn't talking
Seen a straight chick do some dyke shit and didn't pause
And she was probably brokenhearted
I'm so gone, I probably caused it
I'm just saying
They ain't fucking with me
Bet they talking bout murdering me
But, look, Tune, I just don't see the killer in these niggas
2Pac's hologram was realer than these niggas
[Verse 3: T@]
I'm a get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck
Get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck
Get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck
Rudy Gays up on the coupe, and Black Mambas on the Truk
I'm a dream chaser for stacking cheddar
I'm in my Olympic Dream Team's Retros Number 7s
What you know about getting money?
Hop out the coupe, I got your bitch in there, I leave the engine running
I hit the block, talk shit, roll a few stogies
Pop a bar, kill a lil' time on my Rollie
David Copperfield, I make a hundred disappear
Like I know magic, but ball like Jordan
Nigga hating on my new deal, James Harden
I guess cause I'm the shit, and you lil' niggas fartin'
With the weed, I did coke numbers, real talk
A buck fifty every three months, real talk
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
W-T-F, what the fuck nigga?
Tell them fuck niggas get the fuck nigga
Now who the fuck is with the fuck nigga?
It's just us, it's just us nigga
We the fuss nigga
That's a plus nigga
And we don't fuck with snitches trying to bust niggas
So tell them fuck niggas get the fuck nigga
I'm a live my life, have my fun, skate like I don't give a fuck
Live my life, have my fun, act like I don't give a fuck
Get this money, live my life, and ball like I don't give a fuck
Smoke weed with the windows up
High as fuck, but inching up
Pussy niggas tensing up
Are these niggas men or what?
I got your bitch antennas up
You can judge us, but don't sentence us
Blow me like the wind would gust
We trukfit and we supered up
W-T-F, who to fuck?
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
And this, bitch I'm rolling with is cute
And her ass on fire
And the whole time, I ain't feel a tooth
Then I ate that pussy 'til I lost a [?] and I'm gone...
Lil Wayne – Started Lyrics
Lil Wayne – Started Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
These niggas wear dresses and y'all call me weird nigga?
Go in niggas' pockets while we here
What kind of cologne do you wear because all I could smell is fear nigga
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Boy I'm from New Orleans where the dope fiends kill niggas
Brains came out his fucking ear
I got a full clip, I empty the whole thing up in here
Now I'mma keep a pill and a blunt
I might pass the motherfucker but most likely I'mma flunk
Tell my bitch I could do bad on my own
She say "You gon' miss me nigga." I say "Bitch the thrill is gone"
I ain't drove it look better in the driveway
Married to the MOB, man you niggas just some bridesmaids
Bitches give me head instead of playing mind games
Tattooed tears for my homies, it's a cryin' shame
You could get a Dom P bottle to your face
Niggas just construction workers, trynna build a case
Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait
Why your bitch blowing me up? If I answer, I deflate
Motherfucker I'm like,
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
I fuck her 'til she cry, make that ho drink her fuckin' tears
Lord, I hope she swallow more than tears
Then her homegirl came in the room and volunteered
Man, dreads hanging out the ski mask,
Run up in your house, the couch potatoes getting mashed
Run up in the kitchen get your stash out the oven
You wonder how we know? stop talking while you cuddlin'
Ain't nothing like some pussy when you going through something
Just called a bad bitch, I said I'm going through something
Bugatti sitting still, look like it's going 200
Pussy nigga keep your mouth closed like you chew onions
Mother fucker I'm like,
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Rather be judged by my jewelry, not a jury of my peers
And I got some kush to hide in her brassiere
And we only selling what the boat bring here nigga
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Cause I got shooters on the roof like some fucking reindeer
And I'm probably with the model of the year
I'm about to go Pac with the nose ring up in here
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Young Money motherfucking Entertainment
And y'all know Marley got the chopper up in here
Yeah, me, myself and I, the fucking Three Musketeers
Smoke like I fucking disappeared
I check your pussy ass, and wait for it to clear nigga
Tunechi, everybody know your name like Cheers, nigga
Started from the bottom now my whole team here nigga!
Tunechi!
[Outro]
Yeah, D5.
Whatup Five?
Worry bout me, give a fuck about you
Just as a reminder to myself
Bust every single nut in her motherfucking mouth
I'm like, Lord I hope she swallow more than tears...
[Verse 1]
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
These niggas wear dresses and y'all call me weird nigga?
Go in niggas' pockets while we here
What kind of cologne do you wear because all I could smell is fear nigga
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Boy I'm from New Orleans where the dope fiends kill niggas
Brains came out his fucking ear
I got a full clip, I empty the whole thing up in here
Now I'mma keep a pill and a blunt
I might pass the motherfucker but most likely I'mma flunk
Tell my bitch I could do bad on my own
She say "You gon' miss me nigga." I say "Bitch the thrill is gone"
I ain't drove it look better in the driveway
Married to the MOB, man you niggas just some bridesmaids
Bitches give me head instead of playing mind games
Tattooed tears for my homies, it's a cryin' shame
You could get a Dom P bottle to your face
Niggas just construction workers, trynna build a case
Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait
Why your bitch blowing me up? If I answer, I deflate
Motherfucker I'm like,
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
I fuck her 'til she cry, make that ho drink her fuckin' tears
Lord, I hope she swallow more than tears
Then her homegirl came in the room and volunteered
Man, dreads hanging out the ski mask,
Run up in your house, the couch potatoes getting mashed
Run up in the kitchen get your stash out the oven
You wonder how we know? stop talking while you cuddlin'
Ain't nothing like some pussy when you going through something
Just called a bad bitch, I said I'm going through something
Bugatti sitting still, look like it's going 200
Pussy nigga keep your mouth closed like you chew onions
Mother fucker I'm like,
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Rather be judged by my jewelry, not a jury of my peers
And I got some kush to hide in her brassiere
And we only selling what the boat bring here nigga
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Cause I got shooters on the roof like some fucking reindeer
And I'm probably with the model of the year
I'm about to go Pac with the nose ring up in here
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Young Money motherfucking Entertainment
And y'all know Marley got the chopper up in here
Yeah, me, myself and I, the fucking Three Musketeers
Smoke like I fucking disappeared
I check your pussy ass, and wait for it to clear nigga
Tunechi, everybody know your name like Cheers, nigga
Started from the bottom now my whole team here nigga!
Tunechi!
[Outro]
Yeah, D5.
Whatup Five?
Worry bout me, give a fuck about you
Just as a reminder to myself
Bust every single nut in her motherfucking mouth
I'm like, Lord I hope she swallow more than tears...
Lil Wayne – Before Tune Gets Back Lyrics
Lil Wayne – Before Tune Gets Back Lyrics
[Intro: Lil Chuckee]
Man... Mike, cut something on!
Man, they don't never let me get on nothing dog..
Man cut something on!
Hurry up tho, before Tune get back, come on!
Yeah, D5 motherfucker!
It's Tunechi JR. bitch!
Pops, lemme go ahead an get em one time, ya heard me?
Hol' up!
[Verse 1: Lil Chuckee]
Turn my motherfucking mic' on
And I ain't leaving 'til the motherfucking lights on
This ain't a dick, this a motherfucking python
And if it's war call me, fuck Tyrone
You know what? It's time for y'all niggas to sit
Big ass house, no room for bullshit
Such and such told me, "Chuck, you ain't rich!"
Well tell such and such: "Nigga suck my dick!"
Cause I got a lot of sperm if you need it, sperm if you need it
I made you go crazy for no fucking reason
I beat you pussy niggas up until you start bleedin'
Menstrual cycle, fuck it, go ahead bleach em
Diarrhea, I'm running this shit, I'm just getting my laps on
All my niggas strapped up, y'all pussy niggas got strap-ons
Bitch we bread this 5-stars, bitch we bleed these 5-stars
YMCMB, you can come get fucked by 5 stars!
She don' got too comfortable, I don' made her stupid ass walk home
I kill the beat the barrel on the yopper round as a motherfucking Super Dome
You know I'm a fucking beast, yeah I'm a fucking creep
You could get these 30 clips if you wanna make a scene
Tune let me off the leash, now I run the fucking streets
Two fingers in her pussy, then I tell her pussy, "Peace!"
It's Chuckee! She said, "Yo' name Chuckee?"
I said, "No, my name's Suck Me!"
Introduce you to T if you stupid ass lucky
Fuke rolling fat and I got my nose stuffy (*sniff*)
All my niggas on gas, Quik Trip
And all my niggas gon' blast this shit
See, all y'all niggas doing bad and shit
So really I'mma act a fucking ass this year
Trukfit on my neck, that Truk mean I'll truck your ass
She got junk up in her trunk, I guess it's time to take out the trash
*laughs* And you thought this shit was over
Got paper like a fucking school folder
If her grass ain't cut get the lawnmower
Tony, tell them bitches it's Libra gang
Vocal lessons, let the nina sing
Before I leave up out this bitch, they gon' know my fucking name!
Birdman Jr. Junior! Fuck a dog bitch,I got a puma
Man these niggas' pussies stink, no wonder why I was smelling tuna
Lame ass boys don't want no trouble, pussy niggas just a bunch of suckers
Smashing all they moms, you could call me a motherfucker
Man I'm about to act an ass, and this shit here? Just a little tease
Pull big willie out my pants and all them girls say Hercules!
Bitch I'm living B.I.G., my gun is little cease
If that girl don't pop it off, I'll just skeet right on her weave
OK that gold pack in my pocket! I'm like a rag up in a socket?
And when I cock that nina nine you better not cock block me!
Uh, YM be the shit, I say damn everybody else
I be kicking girls out the condo, I got a black belt
Big bro said "It's yo time nigga!"
You heard what the fuck the man said
Boy I body these verses, that's why they cost an arm and a leg
Left that coochie smoking, she gon' fail her drug test
My chain on freeze, call my shit under arrest
I'm gone! *laughs*
Mike turn the mic' off dog!
Fuck, I'm just playing around dog...
Man cut the beat off before Tune get back!
[Intro: Lil Chuckee]
Man... Mike, cut something on!
Man, they don't never let me get on nothing dog..
Man cut something on!
Hurry up tho, before Tune get back, come on!
Yeah, D5 motherfucker!
It's Tunechi JR. bitch!
Pops, lemme go ahead an get em one time, ya heard me?
Hol' up!
[Verse 1: Lil Chuckee]
Turn my motherfucking mic' on
And I ain't leaving 'til the motherfucking lights on
This ain't a dick, this a motherfucking python
And if it's war call me, fuck Tyrone
You know what? It's time for y'all niggas to sit
Big ass house, no room for bullshit
Such and such told me, "Chuck, you ain't rich!"
Well tell such and such: "Nigga suck my dick!"
Cause I got a lot of sperm if you need it, sperm if you need it
I made you go crazy for no fucking reason
I beat you pussy niggas up until you start bleedin'
Menstrual cycle, fuck it, go ahead bleach em
Diarrhea, I'm running this shit, I'm just getting my laps on
All my niggas strapped up, y'all pussy niggas got strap-ons
Bitch we bread this 5-stars, bitch we bleed these 5-stars
YMCMB, you can come get fucked by 5 stars!
She don' got too comfortable, I don' made her stupid ass walk home
I kill the beat the barrel on the yopper round as a motherfucking Super Dome
You know I'm a fucking beast, yeah I'm a fucking creep
You could get these 30 clips if you wanna make a scene
Tune let me off the leash, now I run the fucking streets
Two fingers in her pussy, then I tell her pussy, "Peace!"
It's Chuckee! She said, "Yo' name Chuckee?"
I said, "No, my name's Suck Me!"
Introduce you to T if you stupid ass lucky
Fuke rolling fat and I got my nose stuffy (*sniff*)
All my niggas on gas, Quik Trip
And all my niggas gon' blast this shit
See, all y'all niggas doing bad and shit
So really I'mma act a fucking ass this year
Trukfit on my neck, that Truk mean I'll truck your ass
She got junk up in her trunk, I guess it's time to take out the trash
*laughs* And you thought this shit was over
Got paper like a fucking school folder
If her grass ain't cut get the lawnmower
Tony, tell them bitches it's Libra gang
Vocal lessons, let the nina sing
Before I leave up out this bitch, they gon' know my fucking name!
Birdman Jr. Junior! Fuck a dog bitch,I got a puma
Man these niggas' pussies stink, no wonder why I was smelling tuna
Lame ass boys don't want no trouble, pussy niggas just a bunch of suckers
Smashing all they moms, you could call me a motherfucker
Man I'm about to act an ass, and this shit here? Just a little tease
Pull big willie out my pants and all them girls say Hercules!
Bitch I'm living B.I.G., my gun is little cease
If that girl don't pop it off, I'll just skeet right on her weave
OK that gold pack in my pocket! I'm like a rag up in a socket?
And when I cock that nina nine you better not cock block me!
Uh, YM be the shit, I say damn everybody else
I be kicking girls out the condo, I got a black belt
Big bro said "It's yo time nigga!"
You heard what the fuck the man said
Boy I body these verses, that's why they cost an arm and a leg
Left that coochie smoking, she gon' fail her drug test
My chain on freeze, call my shit under arrest
I'm gone! *laughs*
Mike turn the mic' off dog!
Fuck, I'm just playing around dog...
Man cut the beat off before Tune get back!
lil wayne aint worried about nothing lyrics (lil wayne ain't worried lyrics)
Yeah,
Euro Nigga
[Verse 1: Euro]
I'm that Dominican nigga, yo bitch be talking bout'
I'm in a different city, you can fuck her now
I got a whole collection, of my ho collection
Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection
I said fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas
Security don't check my niggas, all y'all niggas gon respect my niggas
Either that or get a wack or get a bat to back of the neck my nigga
Yeah that shorty with y'all, with y'all cause she never met a big dog 'til she met my niggas
Got a big dream, from a small town
Got a small circle, you'll never get around
Old hoes thinking I'mma put em on now
Room full of bad bitches, I'mma put em all down
Hoes been broke, who's rich now?
I ain't never had change, why switch now?
Money talks nigga, I ain't never heard shit
Til y'all heard me spit, [?]
Gotta mojo, with a flow-flow
Gotta whole load, don't know if it's a promo
Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no
Cooling in the cut with a [?] sipping romo
No love for the po-po's, gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole
Never tell though, I'mma need a little more dope for my uncle
Cause I sell flows and he sell dope
Nigga work
God Euro
What up this Mack the fortune teller
The nigga that put y'all on Miley Cyrus
Negrodamus my nigga
Predicting futures
You need some lottery numbers holla at me nigga I got you
[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
Put a nigga in that hearse, long ass K no nino
Word to Martin I'm cole but just call me buck shots
Like Pam make a nigga say "Damn Gina"
Millzy! money don't mean nothing, my youngin'
Will kill you for some sneakers (blah)
This Dedication 5, no vacations slime
We in the endzone and they in bleachers
Cheerleaders, we ain't worried bout nothin, nothin
Nigga act dumb, push the buttonm, fuck em
Get'em out of here like the 6th foul in the NBA
Little nigga no discussion
Boy I'll close ya case, like judge Millz Lane
All y'all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane
Big guns that go over the should dog
My team stack no overall's
So please don't make me do it
Got soldiers and shooters
These bullets will swallow
Like shots of Kahlua
When we light up the weed
We fly like a rumor
Then hop on the plane
And fly over you losers
Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer
I'm not from this era that beef on computers
Look boy if it's war then all we coming after you
Especially if I'm smashin your sister like Gallagher
Shots in your challenger, shots in your passenger
Hittin your girl then I'm passing her
Jae Millz ain't worried bout nothin
Young Money ain't worried bout nothin
D5!
We ain't worried bout nothin (Young Money)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin (Jae Millz)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin (not a thing)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin
D5
Euro Nigga
[Verse 1: Euro]
I'm that Dominican nigga, yo bitch be talking bout'
I'm in a different city, you can fuck her now
I got a whole collection, of my ho collection
Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection
I said fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas
Security don't check my niggas, all y'all niggas gon respect my niggas
Either that or get a wack or get a bat to back of the neck my nigga
Yeah that shorty with y'all, with y'all cause she never met a big dog 'til she met my niggas
Got a big dream, from a small town
Got a small circle, you'll never get around
Old hoes thinking I'mma put em on now
Room full of bad bitches, I'mma put em all down
Hoes been broke, who's rich now?
I ain't never had change, why switch now?
Money talks nigga, I ain't never heard shit
Til y'all heard me spit, [?]
Gotta mojo, with a flow-flow
Gotta whole load, don't know if it's a promo
Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no
Cooling in the cut with a [?] sipping romo
No love for the po-po's, gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole
Never tell though, I'mma need a little more dope for my uncle
Cause I sell flows and he sell dope
Nigga work
God Euro
What up this Mack the fortune teller
The nigga that put y'all on Miley Cyrus
Negrodamus my nigga
Predicting futures
You need some lottery numbers holla at me nigga I got you
[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
Put a nigga in that hearse, long ass K no nino
Word to Martin I'm cole but just call me buck shots
Like Pam make a nigga say "Damn Gina"
Millzy! money don't mean nothing, my youngin'
Will kill you for some sneakers (blah)
This Dedication 5, no vacations slime
We in the endzone and they in bleachers
Cheerleaders, we ain't worried bout nothin, nothin
Nigga act dumb, push the buttonm, fuck em
Get'em out of here like the 6th foul in the NBA
Little nigga no discussion
Boy I'll close ya case, like judge Millz Lane
All y'all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane
Big guns that go over the should dog
My team stack no overall's
So please don't make me do it
Got soldiers and shooters
These bullets will swallow
Like shots of Kahlua
When we light up the weed
We fly like a rumor
Then hop on the plane
And fly over you losers
Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer
I'm not from this era that beef on computers
Look boy if it's war then all we coming after you
Especially if I'm smashin your sister like Gallagher
Shots in your challenger, shots in your passenger
Hittin your girl then I'm passing her
Jae Millz ain't worried bout nothin
Young Money ain't worried bout nothin
D5!
We ain't worried bout nothin (Young Money)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin (Jae Millz)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin (not a thing)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin
D5
lil wayne you song lyrics
[Intro: DJ Drama]
Shout to Chi-Town!
Dedication 5!
Since oh five!
Know that!
[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass
Witchyo' fine ass
You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cask
You the best dressed with ya breasts showin'
Like a salad no dress-on
Take ya to ya favorite restaurant
Ask for the bread then fuck in the restroom
They don't ask for a pass when yo ass waltz in my dress room
You the best bride and I'm the best groom
Wedding presents got my best man
At the Best Buy buyin' the Best of Fresh Prince for the bedroom
I'mma buy a summer house, with a rec room
And a car with no backseat and some leg room
And some strawberries and some chocolate
And a fridge and some some broccoli
Cause I know you like vegetables even though I don't
I won't say I won't eat it if you chef it
Fuck it I'll hire Geoffrey to get a beverage if you should ever get parched
You feel like Ruby Dee to me, great and powerful Ossie,
Who's behind the man behind the curtain? Foxy
Coffee brown as the bosom I flew in on
Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on
Lips full like the light on
The dash was flickin'
Oh wait it wasn't
Oh and I forgot I'll take a microwaver oven
So we can kick the butler out and we can make a muffin
Maybe bake a dozen
My homeboy like yo sister maybe they can bake some cousins
Ooh isn't that sweet
You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass
[Hook: Chance the Rapper] x4
This is not a love song
This is a you song
I just happen to love you
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Give you the world if it was for me
My diamond grill make it hard to see I'm lying through my teeth
And now I'm flying on my PJ, looking at the clouds
Thinking about yo ass and how it look like a big smile
I get mental flashbacks of your asscrack
Lemme get back on track...
You say I act like I don't miss you, that's because I don't act
But anyway, we can role-play or get straight to it
Sorry, my mind in the gutter, better yet sewer
And when you say I love you, I stutter "I-I-I love you too"
It's Wayne's world, she say "what is this world coming to?"
And she know me and whoever together, she hope we come a loose
She told if she ain't the one, she gon' throw up the deuce
I laughed at her, we took a bath together and splashed each other
Then she got serious, she said "Tune I gotta ask you something
Do you really love me?" I tried to change the subject
So I said some crazy shit to her like: "what if you and I were just letters?
That be unfortunate we'd have to rob a fortune teller
But I swear I think I love you, fingers crossed in my pocket
Okay that's a dead subject, you bring it up that's a zombie
You remind me, of my memory ain't what it used to be"
She said she ain't tripping, I know cause I move my feet
And when she figure out that she been swindled
I'll be cleaning that love bird shit off my window
I-I-I love you too...
[Hook: Chance the Rapper]
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I mean how many times...How many times I gotta...How many times do I gotta say it for it to count? Are you counting? I loved the pictures. I needed that I swear I did. I was just thinking about you when you sent them too, you don't believe me. Ha, I know. D5. What up 5. I-I-I love you too. I do.
Shout to Chi-Town!
Dedication 5!
Since oh five!
Know that!
[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass
Witchyo' fine ass
You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cask
You the best dressed with ya breasts showin'
Like a salad no dress-on
Take ya to ya favorite restaurant
Ask for the bread then fuck in the restroom
They don't ask for a pass when yo ass waltz in my dress room
You the best bride and I'm the best groom
Wedding presents got my best man
At the Best Buy buyin' the Best of Fresh Prince for the bedroom
I'mma buy a summer house, with a rec room
And a car with no backseat and some leg room
And some strawberries and some chocolate
And a fridge and some some broccoli
Cause I know you like vegetables even though I don't
I won't say I won't eat it if you chef it
Fuck it I'll hire Geoffrey to get a beverage if you should ever get parched
You feel like Ruby Dee to me, great and powerful Ossie,
Who's behind the man behind the curtain? Foxy
Coffee brown as the bosom I flew in on
Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on
Lips full like the light on
The dash was flickin'
Oh wait it wasn't
Oh and I forgot I'll take a microwaver oven
So we can kick the butler out and we can make a muffin
Maybe bake a dozen
My homeboy like yo sister maybe they can bake some cousins
Ooh isn't that sweet
You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass
[Hook: Chance the Rapper] x4
This is not a love song
This is a you song
I just happen to love you
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Give you the world if it was for me
My diamond grill make it hard to see I'm lying through my teeth
And now I'm flying on my PJ, looking at the clouds
Thinking about yo ass and how it look like a big smile
I get mental flashbacks of your asscrack
Lemme get back on track...
You say I act like I don't miss you, that's because I don't act
But anyway, we can role-play or get straight to it
Sorry, my mind in the gutter, better yet sewer
And when you say I love you, I stutter "I-I-I love you too"
It's Wayne's world, she say "what is this world coming to?"
And she know me and whoever together, she hope we come a loose
She told if she ain't the one, she gon' throw up the deuce
I laughed at her, we took a bath together and splashed each other
Then she got serious, she said "Tune I gotta ask you something
Do you really love me?" I tried to change the subject
So I said some crazy shit to her like: "what if you and I were just letters?
That be unfortunate we'd have to rob a fortune teller
But I swear I think I love you, fingers crossed in my pocket
Okay that's a dead subject, you bring it up that's a zombie
You remind me, of my memory ain't what it used to be"
She said she ain't tripping, I know cause I move my feet
And when she figure out that she been swindled
I'll be cleaning that love bird shit off my window
I-I-I love you too...
[Hook: Chance the Rapper]
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I mean how many times...How many times I gotta...How many times do I gotta say it for it to count? Are you counting? I loved the pictures. I needed that I swear I did. I was just thinking about you when you sent them too, you don't believe me. Ha, I know. D5. What up 5. I-I-I love you too. I do.
lil wayne some type of way lyrics
[Intro: Lil Wayne]
My niggas been stuntin' since way back when
CNN, I got news for you haters
I'm a nasty ass nigga, ask your bitch I ain't lying
69, that's a favor for a favor
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Them hoes bitin' they lip
Cause when I say shit like that she feel some type of way
I hit it from the front, from the side, from the back
I hit it all type of ways
She throw it at me like I'm just one strike away
Sometimes life is hard to swallow, but she like to taste
Dingdingdingdingding my lawyer fight the case
I got them flowers in me, I feel like a vase
Monsters in my closet no more closet space
Niggas want to be this fly, too many flights to take
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Enough with the small talk, my girl pussy is a water-park
Every little thing I do turn her on, that's autostart
I kiss every single body part, her body is a work of art
I'm way too high, her skirt too short
I think I love her, it was just a thought
I pop up in that coupe 'bout to go back to the future
And she said, "Tune, not in my mouth," damn you should've said it sooner
I be shittin' on these niggas, like I'm sippin' Metamucil
And we smokin' on that gas, pass it like "excuse you"
And it's 6-6-2's Piru all day my nigga
Before these niggas play with us, they'll play dead, my nigga
And if you lookin' for me I'll be on these bitches mind
These niggas chicken and I've never seen a chicken fly
My bitch been fussin' at me about nothin'
Ain't no tellin' what she'd do if I replace her
Like bae, I'm straight there's plenty fish and I'm bait
We can't even have a decent conversation
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I pop the seal on my sip and she be like, "See, you gon' drink your life away"
Bitch it's my life, my life, my life shout out Mary J
And tell them boys that beef tastes like a slice of cake
And old folks get shot too, they write down license plates
I hope that ho don't call sayin' her cycle late
All this fuck ain't gotta stop, but I need tighter brakes
And don't run from this dick girl, I don't like to chase
I wax that ass, she make that Mr. Miyagi face
And she ain't all that pretty, but I like her shape
They say numbers don't lie, she shaped like a 8
She say she ain't no dyke, but she gon' dyke today
It's curtains for these niggas I feel like some drapes.
We turnt up niggas, burnt up, stop the microwave
This shit might cost us our life, but that's the price we pay
I'm hotter than the peppers Peter Piper ate
This that Dedication 5, whattup 5?
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Ay Tune' I gotta turn up on the D5 man!
Hustle Gang, bang, green mean, anybody get it
Anything we'll do for the paper
And we live this shit, talk slick get kill't
Got nothin' but a tool for a hater (Spent 100K on my wrist nigga!)
This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!)
Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!)
The car I'm drivin' make you feel some type of way (They can't afford this nigga!)
The cash I gettin' make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)
This type of way, know you feel some type of way (Hustle Gang my nigga!)
That shit ain't hot, we out here poppin' that's all I can say (G.D.O.D!)
My only problem is tryin' to decide what I'mma drive today (Hustle Gang my nigga!)
We shine all in they face, I know they feel some type of way
I wake up in a multi-million dollar crib get dressed I plan on having a nicer day
When these punk ass rappers keep my name in they mouth, like they some type of gay
You know me dog, so watch what you say (You better watch your mouth!)
We ain't playing no games with your lame ass nigga, fuckboy you can die today (I swear you can!)
I keep a chopper in my backseat, actually it's my Glock partner (My Glock, partner!)
Play crazy if you want to, fuck around and get shot partner (Get shot partner!)
I don't like these niggas, and really fuck these niggas
Talk crazy in ya raps if you want, when you see me you won't touch me nigga! (Won't touch me niggas!)
Ball all around in my flip flop, you think TIP soft? Well then why don’t you try me
If you really gon' be dramatic, we gon' to need some music, they queuein' the violin
Talkin' slow single? Flower bringer?
Empty a clip in you earing, and you chest thing, and you out the door
This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!)
Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!)
The car I’m driving make you feel some type of way (They can’t afford this nigga!)
The cash I get it make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)
My niggas been stuntin' since way back when
CNN, I got news for you haters
I'm a nasty ass nigga, ask your bitch I ain't lying
69, that's a favor for a favor
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Them hoes bitin' they lip
Cause when I say shit like that she feel some type of way
I hit it from the front, from the side, from the back
I hit it all type of ways
She throw it at me like I'm just one strike away
Sometimes life is hard to swallow, but she like to taste
Dingdingdingdingding my lawyer fight the case
I got them flowers in me, I feel like a vase
Monsters in my closet no more closet space
Niggas want to be this fly, too many flights to take
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Enough with the small talk, my girl pussy is a water-park
Every little thing I do turn her on, that's autostart
I kiss every single body part, her body is a work of art
I'm way too high, her skirt too short
I think I love her, it was just a thought
I pop up in that coupe 'bout to go back to the future
And she said, "Tune, not in my mouth," damn you should've said it sooner
I be shittin' on these niggas, like I'm sippin' Metamucil
And we smokin' on that gas, pass it like "excuse you"
And it's 6-6-2's Piru all day my nigga
Before these niggas play with us, they'll play dead, my nigga
And if you lookin' for me I'll be on these bitches mind
These niggas chicken and I've never seen a chicken fly
My bitch been fussin' at me about nothin'
Ain't no tellin' what she'd do if I replace her
Like bae, I'm straight there's plenty fish and I'm bait
We can't even have a decent conversation
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I pop the seal on my sip and she be like, "See, you gon' drink your life away"
Bitch it's my life, my life, my life shout out Mary J
And tell them boys that beef tastes like a slice of cake
And old folks get shot too, they write down license plates
I hope that ho don't call sayin' her cycle late
All this fuck ain't gotta stop, but I need tighter brakes
And don't run from this dick girl, I don't like to chase
I wax that ass, she make that Mr. Miyagi face
And she ain't all that pretty, but I like her shape
They say numbers don't lie, she shaped like a 8
She say she ain't no dyke, but she gon' dyke today
It's curtains for these niggas I feel like some drapes.
We turnt up niggas, burnt up, stop the microwave
This shit might cost us our life, but that's the price we pay
I'm hotter than the peppers Peter Piper ate
This that Dedication 5, whattup 5?
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Ay Tune' I gotta turn up on the D5 man!
Hustle Gang, bang, green mean, anybody get it
Anything we'll do for the paper
And we live this shit, talk slick get kill't
Got nothin' but a tool for a hater (Spent 100K on my wrist nigga!)
This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!)
Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!)
The car I'm drivin' make you feel some type of way (They can't afford this nigga!)
The cash I gettin' make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)
This type of way, know you feel some type of way (Hustle Gang my nigga!)
That shit ain't hot, we out here poppin' that's all I can say (G.D.O.D!)
My only problem is tryin' to decide what I'mma drive today (Hustle Gang my nigga!)
We shine all in they face, I know they feel some type of way
I wake up in a multi-million dollar crib get dressed I plan on having a nicer day
When these punk ass rappers keep my name in they mouth, like they some type of gay
You know me dog, so watch what you say (You better watch your mouth!)
We ain't playing no games with your lame ass nigga, fuckboy you can die today (I swear you can!)
I keep a chopper in my backseat, actually it's my Glock partner (My Glock, partner!)
Play crazy if you want to, fuck around and get shot partner (Get shot partner!)
I don't like these niggas, and really fuck these niggas
Talk crazy in ya raps if you want, when you see me you won't touch me nigga! (Won't touch me niggas!)
Ball all around in my flip flop, you think TIP soft? Well then why don’t you try me
If you really gon' be dramatic, we gon' to need some music, they queuein' the violin
Talkin' slow single? Flower bringer?
Empty a clip in you earing, and you chest thing, and you out the door
This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!)
Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!)
The car I’m driving make you feel some type of way (They can’t afford this nigga!)
The cash I get it make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)
lil wayne new slaves lyrics
[Verse 1]
I got old money, take a bath in hundreds
My way or the highway and I see traffic comin'
It's Tunechi in this ho, watch them hoes go crazy
Pass that weed around, like that shit contagious
And I got news for all these snitches, tell them feds stop bitching
If pussy lips could talk, I'd go down there like it's whisperin'
You know life is so uncertain and death is so unwanted
My navigation system say it's death around the corner
I got a condo for a stash house, a condo for a stash house
Get that boy a mirror, so he can watch his damn mouth
See I get it from Sosa, he got it from Frank
And Sosa alright, but I'm tryin' to meet Frank
He said business is well, he ain't got no complaints
You'll be Batman and I'll be robbin' the bank
I know I ain't gon' fall, even though I'm power trippin'
Glass house nigga, you see how I'm livin'
I know that we the new slaves, I know that we the new age
Ain't no such thing as too paid
[Reprise]
Like it's freezing and you naked, shake that ass ho
Shake that ass ho
[Verse 2]
When we throw a pool party, we put sharks in the pool
I got Bloods in the cut, so don't throw salt in the wound
AK wet niggas up, I don't throw water balloons
Better call the platoon
If it's fuck it then fuck it, now you speakin' my language
Put your dead body under them white sheets with no blankets
I'm so rich I go pour
Champagne and don't drink it
Ice on my neck like I fainted
These are the thoughts of the brainless
No new friends, we don't talk to strangers
Man I'm so serious with this pimp shit
Full clip in my Mac 10
Ain't no exit out the game, nigga cut off your blinkers
And if she married I fuck her, if she lonely I fuck her
If she crazy I love her, y'all just don't understand her
She say you got it made, I say no I got a butler
They tell me to turn up, but I'm the knob on the oven
I got a knife in my pocket if there's a fork in the road
I'm the man of steel, but I won't say what I stole
Bring that coke to the stove, and whip it like a new slave
Whip it like a new slave
[Reprise]
[Outro]
D5
Whattup five
Take that coke to the stove
And whip it like a new slave, whip it like a new slave
Like it's freezing and you naked shake that ass ho
I got old money, take a bath in hundreds
My way or the highway and I see traffic comin'
It's Tunechi in this ho, watch them hoes go crazy
Pass that weed around, like that shit contagious
And I got news for all these snitches, tell them feds stop bitching
If pussy lips could talk, I'd go down there like it's whisperin'
You know life is so uncertain and death is so unwanted
My navigation system say it's death around the corner
I got a condo for a stash house, a condo for a stash house
Get that boy a mirror, so he can watch his damn mouth
See I get it from Sosa, he got it from Frank
And Sosa alright, but I'm tryin' to meet Frank
He said business is well, he ain't got no complaints
You'll be Batman and I'll be robbin' the bank
I know I ain't gon' fall, even though I'm power trippin'
Glass house nigga, you see how I'm livin'
I know that we the new slaves, I know that we the new age
Ain't no such thing as too paid
[Reprise]
Like it's freezing and you naked, shake that ass ho
Shake that ass ho
[Verse 2]
When we throw a pool party, we put sharks in the pool
I got Bloods in the cut, so don't throw salt in the wound
AK wet niggas up, I don't throw water balloons
Better call the platoon
If it's fuck it then fuck it, now you speakin' my language
Put your dead body under them white sheets with no blankets
I'm so rich I go pour
Champagne and don't drink it
Ice on my neck like I fainted
These are the thoughts of the brainless
No new friends, we don't talk to strangers
Man I'm so serious with this pimp shit
Full clip in my Mac 10
Ain't no exit out the game, nigga cut off your blinkers
And if she married I fuck her, if she lonely I fuck her
If she crazy I love her, y'all just don't understand her
She say you got it made, I say no I got a butler
They tell me to turn up, but I'm the knob on the oven
I got a knife in my pocket if there's a fork in the road
I'm the man of steel, but I won't say what I stole
Bring that coke to the stove, and whip it like a new slave
Whip it like a new slave
[Reprise]
[Outro]
D5
Whattup five
Take that coke to the stove
And whip it like a new slave, whip it like a new slave
Like it's freezing and you naked shake that ass ho
lil wayne dont kill my vibe lyrics
[Hook]
And if I fuck her, she gon' get attached
Who invited all these fuck-niggas?
Man, shit ain't ever smell this good
Why them snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us?
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over
I'm so tired of these niggas, wake me up when it's all over
[Verse 1]
Bitch, come kill my time, but bitch don't steal my shine
I'm cooking up two quarters, bout' to get rich or die tryin'
I got some killer's on my side, some kill up in my swisher
All this hatin' drive me crazy, take the key out the ignition
Oh my god it feel like Coogi weather
I lost my mind, but I got it back like groovy Stella
Tell them hoes I got that Victoria Secret weapon
I hope you live a double life cause you gon' need an extra
Me and my niggas we got bad bitches up in the pool
Bad bitches up in the pool
She gon' learn tonight, call that shit night school
And life is a bitch on her cycle, delightful
Got ho's on that powder, like light blue
Nice move, now king me nigga
Badass bitch, you seen me with her, we on that
GT Vodka, straight out the bottle, genie nigga
The difference between me and these niggas, is
I go hard and they go wrong
She say, "Hit it from the back," I'm tryin' to leave that crack alone baby
[Hook 2]
And if she love me, I'mma love her back
Who indictin' all the tough niggas?
We smoke that skunk that's always smellin' good
But why these snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us?
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over
I'm so tired of these nigga's, wake me up when it's all over
[Verse 2]
Street sweepers and millimeters, AK's and skateboards
Let 'em know we got beef for anyone who got a taste for it
Real nigga to the bone, bristle
Cocaine, like co cripple
Heard niggas been waitin' on me, well I might as well go and tip 'em
I'm smokin' on that Hulk Hogan
I call shots, you call forward
I pimp my ride, my car's ho-in'
And all my bars be barcoded
These YMCMB stars glowin'
Hate a ho-nigga, like anchovies
My young bitch keep on snappin' on me, I told that bitch I ain't posing
That pussy feel like a pot of gold
The money old and the night is young
All them niggas keep talkin' shit
I make you eat your words and bite your tongue
And when the guns ring I'm the ring leader
Got those ho's on pins and needles
I'm so high I left Earth
And ran into Venus and Serena
Get head like a mind reader
You washed up, I'm the dry cleaner
Don't worry about me, nigga I'm one-
Hundred like a high fever
Got pounds takin' up closet space
Guns all in my bitch crib
Since all you nigga's fly now, bugs all on my windshield
And if she tense, then I'mma rub her back
She alright, I think I fuck with her
Man, I wish a motherfucker would
I feel like a hockey puck nigga
[Hook 3]
Way too cold to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cold to die young, give these niggas the cold shoulder
Sleepin' with a bad bitch, another bitch when I roll over
We fuck until we fall asleep, wake up and do it all over
[Outro]
D5
What up 5? (Kendrick)
What up 5?
And if I fuck her, she gon' get attached
Who invited all these fuck-niggas?
Man, shit ain't ever smell this good
Why them snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us?
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over
I'm so tired of these niggas, wake me up when it's all over
[Verse 1]
Bitch, come kill my time, but bitch don't steal my shine
I'm cooking up two quarters, bout' to get rich or die tryin'
I got some killer's on my side, some kill up in my swisher
All this hatin' drive me crazy, take the key out the ignition
Oh my god it feel like Coogi weather
I lost my mind, but I got it back like groovy Stella
Tell them hoes I got that Victoria Secret weapon
I hope you live a double life cause you gon' need an extra
Me and my niggas we got bad bitches up in the pool
Bad bitches up in the pool
She gon' learn tonight, call that shit night school
And life is a bitch on her cycle, delightful
Got ho's on that powder, like light blue
Nice move, now king me nigga
Badass bitch, you seen me with her, we on that
GT Vodka, straight out the bottle, genie nigga
The difference between me and these niggas, is
I go hard and they go wrong
She say, "Hit it from the back," I'm tryin' to leave that crack alone baby
[Hook 2]
And if she love me, I'mma love her back
Who indictin' all the tough niggas?
We smoke that skunk that's always smellin' good
But why these snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us?
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over
I'm so tired of these nigga's, wake me up when it's all over
[Verse 2]
Street sweepers and millimeters, AK's and skateboards
Let 'em know we got beef for anyone who got a taste for it
Real nigga to the bone, bristle
Cocaine, like co cripple
Heard niggas been waitin' on me, well I might as well go and tip 'em
I'm smokin' on that Hulk Hogan
I call shots, you call forward
I pimp my ride, my car's ho-in'
And all my bars be barcoded
These YMCMB stars glowin'
Hate a ho-nigga, like anchovies
My young bitch keep on snappin' on me, I told that bitch I ain't posing
That pussy feel like a pot of gold
The money old and the night is young
All them niggas keep talkin' shit
I make you eat your words and bite your tongue
And when the guns ring I'm the ring leader
Got those ho's on pins and needles
I'm so high I left Earth
And ran into Venus and Serena
Get head like a mind reader
You washed up, I'm the dry cleaner
Don't worry about me, nigga I'm one-
Hundred like a high fever
Got pounds takin' up closet space
Guns all in my bitch crib
Since all you nigga's fly now, bugs all on my windshield
And if she tense, then I'mma rub her back
She alright, I think I fuck with her
Man, I wish a motherfucker would
I feel like a hockey puck nigga
[Hook 3]
Way too cold to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cold to die young, give these niggas the cold shoulder
Sleepin' with a bad bitch, another bitch when I roll over
We fuck until we fall asleep, wake up and do it all over
[Outro]
D5
What up 5? (Kendrick)
What up 5?
Lil wayne im good lyrics
[Intro: The Weeknd]
Everything I said I'd do, I did
I'm good, I'm good
Everything I said I'd do, I did
[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
But baby lets face it, I'm not into dating
I haven't been patient
Ever since I been famous my time has been racing
My motives are basic, this life I've been chasing
These hearts I've been breaking
And these girls I been tasting don't never get naked
They like it in a head lock fuck 'em from behind
Fuck 'em with their clothes on, put it to the side
Feelings to the side like a don do
Get 'em wet, let it slide like a sunroof
Got goals, got dreams, got a hotel-crib
Got niggas that'll die for the prince
Got my city on lock, XO 'til the death
Left town in a coach came back in a jet
[Bridge: The Weeknd]
I'm good, I'm not living like I did before
I'm good, I'm good, I said I'm good
Everything I said I'd do, I did
I'm good, said I'm good
Oh, I been good
I've been out there puttin' down that work
I'm good, said I'm good, I said I'm good
Everything I said I'd do, I did
I'm good, motherfucker I'm good
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
This is dedicated to everybody who forgot
Forgetful motherfuckers
Remember, don't you remember?
I been good, we good
Everything I said I'd do, I did
I'm good, I'm good
Everything I said I'd do, I did
[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
But baby lets face it, I'm not into dating
I haven't been patient
Ever since I been famous my time has been racing
My motives are basic, this life I've been chasing
These hearts I've been breaking
And these girls I been tasting don't never get naked
They like it in a head lock fuck 'em from behind
Fuck 'em with their clothes on, put it to the side
Feelings to the side like a don do
Get 'em wet, let it slide like a sunroof
Got goals, got dreams, got a hotel-crib
Got niggas that'll die for the prince
Got my city on lock, XO 'til the death
Left town in a coach came back in a jet
[Bridge: The Weeknd]
I'm good, I'm not living like I did before
I'm good, I'm good, I said I'm good
Everything I said I'd do, I did
I'm good, said I'm good
Oh, I been good
I've been out there puttin' down that work
I'm good, said I'm good, I said I'm good
Everything I said I'd do, I did
I'm good, motherfucker I'm good
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
This is dedicated to everybody who forgot
Forgetful motherfuckers
Remember, don't you remember?
I been good, we good
Lil Wayne Dedication 5 Lyrics (All The Lyrics For Dedication 5)
[Intro: Lil Wayne]
My niggas been stuntin' since way back when
CNN, I got news for you haters
I'm a nasty ass nigga, ask your bitch I ain't lying
69, that's a favor for a favor
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Them hoes bitin' they lip
Cause when I say shit like that she feel some type of way
I hit it from the front, from the side, from the back
I hit it all type of ways
She throw it at me like I'm just one strike away
Sometimes life is hard to swallow, but she like to taste
Dingdingdingdingding my lawyer fight the case
I got them flowers in me, I feel like a vase
Monsters in my closet no more closet space
Niggas want to be this fly, too many flights to take
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Enough with the small talk, my girl pussy is a water-park
Every little thing I do turn her on, that's autostart
I kiss every single body part, her body is a work of art
I'm way too high, her skirt too short
I think I love her, it was just a thought
I pop up in that coupe 'bout to go back to the future
And she said, "Tune, not in my mouth," damn you should've said it sooner
I be shittin' on these niggas, like I'm sippin' Metamucil
And we smokin' on that gas, pass it like "excuse you"
And it's 6-6-2's Piru all day my nigga
Before these niggas play with us, they'll play dead, my nigga
And if you lookin' for me I'll be on these bitches mind
These niggas chicken and I've never seen a chicken fly
My bitch been fussin' at me about nothin'
Ain't no tellin' what she'd do if I replace her
Like bae, I'm straight there's plenty fish and I'm bait
We can't even have a decent conversation
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I pop the seal on my sip and she be like, "See, you gon' drink your life away"
Bitch it's my life, my life, my life shout out Mary J
And tell them boys that beef tastes like a slice of cake
And old folks get shot too, they write down license plates
I hope that ho don't call sayin' her cycle late
All this fuck ain't gotta stop, but I need tighter brakes
And don't run from this dick girl, I don't like to chase
I wax that ass, she make that Mr. Miyagi face
And she ain't all that pretty, but I like her shape
They say numbers don't lie, she shaped like a 8
She say she ain't no dyke, but she gon' dyke today
It's curtains for these niggas I feel like some drapes.
We turnt up niggas, burnt up, stop the microwave
This shit might cost us our life, but that's the price we pay
I'm hotter than the peppers Peter Piper ate
This that Dedication 5, whattup 5?
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Ay Tune' I gotta turn up on the D5 man!
Hustle Gang, bang, green mean, anybody get it
Anything we'll do for the paper
And we live this shit, talk slick get kill't
Got nothin' but a tool for a hater (Spent 100K on my wrist nigga!)
This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!)
Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!)
The car I'm drivin' make you feel some type of way (They can't afford this nigga!)
The cash I gettin' make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)
This type of way, know you feel some type of way (Hustle Gang my nigga!)
That shit ain't hot, we out here poppin' that's all I can say (G.D.O.D!)
My only problem is tryin' to decide what I'mma drive today (Hustle Gang my nigga!)
We shine all in they face, I know they feel some type of way
I wake up in a multi-million dollar crib get dressed I plan on having a nicer day
When these punk ass rappers keep my name in they mouth, like they some type of gay
You know me dog, so watch what you say (You better watch your mouth!)
We ain't playing no games with your lame ass nigga, fuckboy you can die today (I swear you can!)
I keep a chopper in my backseat, actually it's my Glock partner (My Glock, partner!)
Play crazy if you want to, fuck around and get shot partner (Get shot partner!)
I don't like these niggas, and really fuck these niggas
Talk crazy in ya raps if you want, when you see me you won't touch me nigga! (Won't touch me niggas!)
Ball all around in my flip flop, you think TIP soft? Well then why don’t you try me
If you really gon' be dramatic, we gon' to need some music, they queuein' the violin
Talkin' slow single? Flower bringer?
Empty a clip in you earing, and you chest thing, and you out the door
This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!)
Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!)
The car I’m driving make you feel some type of way (They can’t afford this nigga!)
The cash I get it make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)
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