Street Chains by Lil Wayne
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Showing posts with label Lil Wayne. Show all posts
White Girl by Lil Wayne
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah..
That's riigh
[Ross]
ROSS!
U-S-D-Ayy!!
Ricky Ross
[Lil Wayne w/Ross ad-libin']
Yeah
It's tha remix baby (Remix!)
That's right (Remix!)
It's tha remix baby (Remix!)
Tha remix baby
[Fab]
It's ya boy, Lo-So
[Lil Wayne]
Ha-ha!! (Remix!)
Young Money yall!
[Chorus]*
You know we keep that white gurl, Christina Aguilera (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
My jewelry too loud, babygurl I can't hear ya (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
I need 'bout 50 if them bricks is tha topic (Yuh!)
They know we run tha streets, mayn them boys best stop it
You know we keep that white gurl (Gurl!), Christina Aguilera (Yuh!)
My jewelry too loud, homeboi I can't hear ya (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
I need 'bout 50 if them bricks is tha topic (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
They know we run tha streets, mayn them boys best stop it
*[Jizzle talkin' over the chorus]
Slick Pulla, what's happ'nin nigga?
Blood Raw, what they do?
C-T-E!
That's riigh hommie!
You already know mann.. Rrrreeemmiiixxx
Yuh, Yuh!
I see you, nigga.. Haha
You already know wha this is
We outta here
[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
Louis Vuitton doin nuthin' but wrong, tha bricks came from Panama (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
I ship 16 to Arkansas, and send tha rest to Wichitaw (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
Meet us for tha fever then, goin' down in Cleveland (Yuh!)
Yeah I put my taxs on it, you ain't wann' it? - Leave it then! (Haha!)
Niggas cryin 'bout that drought, 'cause I'm out doin' shows
87-32, nigga I rocks my own clothes (Woo!)
I'm ridin' Murcielago (Vroom!), I'm parked at Guillardo
So I got that off white, Nelly Furtado
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
I got that white gurl, that Lindsay Lohan
And all you gotta do is ask Lindsay Lohan
And if you like that blow, then gurl I blow mines
So come and get this blow, and then you blow mines
And then you blow his, and then you blow his
I'm phresh out of Christina, but I got that Britney Spears (Ya dig?)
I got that white lady, so I'm drivin' Miss Daisy
And two grand flat get cha four and a baby
[Chorus]*
You know we keep that white gurl, Christina Aguilera (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
My jewelry too loud, babygurl I can't hear ya (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
I need 'bout 50 if them bricks is tha topic (Yuh!)
They know we run tha streets, mayn them boys best stop it
You know we keep that white gurl (Gurl!), Christina Aguilera (Yuh!)
My jewelry too loud, homeboi I can't hear ya (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
I need 'bout 50 if them bricks is tha topic (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
They know we run tha streets, mayn them boys best stop it
[Verse 3 - Fabolous]
You know I keep that white gurl (Gurl), Lindsay Lohan ('Han)
17.5 if ya friends of Snowman (Mann)
Bringin' straight cash, for them Benz's no plan
And you know these diamond Cartier lenses four grand
"Fab, four grand?!" - I ain't studder man
'Less you hear me bangin' Street Fa-na-na-na-am
Get 'em by tha hundred, I ain't talkin' bundles either (Nah!)
Love that white gurl, I got Jungle Fever
[Verse 4 - Slick P.]
(Ch'yah!)... (Ookayye!!)... (Let's go!!)
Block-a-namics, me and Fab' gon' school ya (Yah!)
Order up tha set, we gon' brang it riigh to you (Yah!)
Money on my mind like a fuckin' brain tumor (Okayye!)
Play wit tha bad - tha whole Brook comin' to ya (BROOOKLYYYNN!!)
Rookie of tha year, 'cause tha plays I make (Uh-huh)
Ordered 7 and a half, I tossed em to cool 8 (PHUREAL!)
And even tho I'm on tha 2, I'm still twurkin' 4's (Shhh)
Catch me in tha kitchen, with that Marilyn Monroe
[Chorus]*
You know we keep that white gurl, Christina Aguilera (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
My jewelry too loud, babygurl I can't hear ya (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
I need 'bout 50 if them bricks is tha topic (Yuh!)
They know we run tha streets, mayn them boys best stop it
You know we keep that white gurl (Gurl!), Christina Aguilera (Yuh!)
My jewelry too loud, homeboi I can't hear ya (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
I need 'bout 50 if them bricks is tha topic (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
They know we run tha streets, mayn them boys best stop it
[Verse 5 - Blood Raw]
I came in tha game on some white gurl shit (So whudd!)
Why df should I change for talkin' white gurl shit? (Christina Aguilera!)
Yeah, I luhh my bitch!
You should see her in Tha Ward - yeah, she does her shit (Mayn..)
Say, tha Feds still watchin', well I'ma give em somethin'
Check billboards, number 1 album in tha country (Haha)
Tha radio ban, the snow-video play
That's what fuck nigga (Oooh!), we still talkin' yay (Aiiyy)
[Verse 6 - Rick Ross]
We keep that white gurl, like to call her Tammy (Yuh!)
Born in Columbia, she moved to Miami (Aye)
Hilary Clinton, she my best friend (Yeh!)
Even co-signed for that new white Benz
Yeah, I'm stickin' to tha script, strippers take a vouch
Fuck ya I.Q., 'cause ya brain in ya mouf (Whudd!)
Shoes on tha Beamer, niggas call it Trina
I back that azz up, on tha screen I can see ya
ROSS
[Chorus]*
You know we keep that white gurl, Christina Aguilera (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
My jewelry too loud, babygurl I can't hear ya (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
I need 'bout 50 if them bricks is tha topic (Yuh!)
They know we run tha streets, mayn them boys best stop it
You know we keep that white gurl (Gurl!), Christina Aguilera (Yuh!)
My jewelry too loud, homeboi I can't hear ya (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
I need 'bout 50 if them bricks is tha topic (Owh, Owh, Owh!)
They know we run tha streets, mayn them boys best stop it
My Heart Races On by Lil Wayne
[Hook: Jake Troth]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us
Love only lasts if my heart races on
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster
'Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
I'm racing on it, on
I'm racing on, if my heart races on
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, I'm priceless, remember me like they remember the Titans
Reality bit me and continue to bite me
Got no degree but where I'm from, that's the original climate
Where you can't tell a fiend a crack rock isn't a diamond
Hold on, Lord if my Bugatti come to a dead end
I've already been everywhere except heaven
And tomorrow's not promised, when I'm gone but not forgotten
I hope my homies calming down my momma, Lord
I guess I'll see you on that other side
Where the flowers never die, the angels never lie
Yeah, the revolution will be televised
I just hope my contribution will be memorized
Oh, momma hate I got my daddy's eyes
Never looked into my daddy's eyes, he ain't have the time
Fuck him, the revolution will be televised
I just hope my contribution will be memorized
[Hook: Jake Troth (Lil Wayne)]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us (Hold on)
Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on)
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on)
'Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
I'm racing on if (I'm gone), on (I'm gone)
I'm racing on, if (I'm gone), my heart races on
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, Tunechi you an angel
Must be here for a reason, and that might be the main one
Fuck it, I'm making money before making changes
I sold my soul to the devil, he bought it then exchanged it
Fuck it, I'm working bitch, I know you see me working
Searching for better days, before a better person
I'm perfect, just ask my bitch and she'll say that's so urgent
I purchased, my children gifts and I just keep the curses
Yeah, my heart right and my head ain't, cause I'm never in my right mind
But I'm Einstein when I do think, and I grew wings
If you catch a feather just keep it, and I'll be racing on
No short cuts, no cheating
[Hook: Jake Troth (Lil Wayne)]
When this world comes crashing
And time flies right past us (Hold on)
Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on)
So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on)
'Cause love only lasts if my heart races on
(My heart right and my head ain't)
I'm racing on if (I'm gone), on, (I'm gone)
I'm racing on, if (I'm gone)
My (There's nothing left but to fly, if you catch a feather just keep it) heart races on
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
This morning I woke up on my good side
Life is just a race against time so have a good time
Heart racing, thoughts racing, competition, goodbye
I turn around, run backwards to see what second place look like
Oh Lord, what are we running from?
The police cause they already killed enough of us
Stay out them streets cause they don't fuck with us, they hunting us
We in a race against racists, that's a color run
I keep my feet above the ground, we gon' run the town
Heart racing on, beat, beat, beating, knock and pound
Love marathon, getting deeper by the mile
Without You by Lil Wayne
[Intro]
Tell 'em
[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly]
I done spend so many of my days without you
I done lost all my love and found no way without you
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you
Without you
[Verse: 1]
Uh
How you doing? Me, I'm a mess
I feel powerless, hands around this bottleneck
Oh you got a new one, I'm not impressed
And if he trying to flex you can give him my address yeah
I be trying to rest but lord the devil busy
And when I do I dream of you and then the Devil pinch me
Do you ever miss me?
Do you ever wish we get it right and the rest is history?
I wish I could go back in time and fix my lack of time
Because back then I had to grind but see you thought I'd rather grind
You thought I had the time, thought I was lying half the time
And now I fantasize and agonize to pass the time lord
[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly]
I done spend so many of my days without you
I done lost all my love and found no way without you
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you
Without you
[Verse: 2]
Uh
How you doing? I can tell
You look like yourself and I look like I'm by myself, fuck
But I'm getting through it, I might as well
Cause I know will time tell but it be moving like a snail yeah
You got a new one, I wish you well
Then I bite my nails, I'm scared I might hear wedding bells
I guess I blew it, it never fails you was tired of waiting to exhale
I wish I could go back in time and fix my frame of mind
Back when everything was fine and we would never think of dying
And I was yours and you was mine and we combine and intertwine
And now we in decline finish line end of time lord
[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly]
I done spend so many of my days without you
I done lost all my love and found no way without you
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you
Without you
[Verse: 3]
Now you've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong
I'm left to live life alone, I'mma need more styrofoams
If you find your way home you know that porch light is on
I lay in bed wishing your side was warm
We wish we could go back in time and push it in reverse
Cause this shit ain't for us baby, this shit for the birds
But I know what I'll do, I'll move on I got to
And this is to you, for you, about you, without you girl
I done spend so many, way too many
Of my days without you
I'm lost on my love
Love
[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly]
I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride
And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you
Without you
[Outro]
How you doing
I can tell
Yeah
How you doing
I can tell
You look like yourself
I'm by myself
Hot Boy by Lil Wayne
[Intro]
Fuck wrong with you
[Verse 1]
Come through looking like the old me
White t-shirt and Girbaud jeans
Smoking og, I'mma og
Sippin' coedine, I'm a whole fiend
Been a hot boy since 14
Gotta get my money for my army
You can see my right by the Walgreens
I was 14, having orgies
I work hard, real-real real hard
And a broke ass nigga, just steal his broad
She ask me 'bout the tear drop in front of my face
I told that bitch these tears of joy
I gotta big ass house, got cameras everywhere
Big ass closet, I don't know what I'mma wear
Even in my chain, the game don't change
A pimp gon' be pimp and a ho gon' be herself
These niggas must think about it
Cocaine cowboy, nigga like howdy
Codeine drop, tell them boys I got it
Nit picky bitch, don't [?]
Hot boy Tunechi, all the hot girls love me
My clique brazy, everybody clutchin'
Everybody cuffin, everybody muddy
Stunna not around but everybody stuntin'
[Hook]
Bitch I'm ballin' like a hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy Juvie
That's still my big brother, always told me I was best in this music
Yeah, ballin' like a hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy nigga Lil Weezy
I'm still the best rapper, I ain't hungry, nigga, I'm greedy
Ballin' like a hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy nigga free B-Gizzle
That's still my big brother, been gettin' locked up since we was little
Ballin' like a hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy nigga Young Turk
That been my brother since day one, like January the first
[Verse 2]
Oh yeah, you know, you know them niggas owe me
Like Scarface, that's okay
I'm going OJ, OJ, go DJ
I want my bands nigga, like Coldplay and Green Day
I'm talkin' crazy, I'm hot, bitch I'm blazin'
I'm wavy, the hot boys, I was the baby
Your favorite, when they vacated then I debated
I delayed it, now nigga we made it
Yeah, I been paid since them days
I invest, I stock trade
From Eagle Street, to Wall Street
To ya'll street in that drop head
In that hot summer, on that hot leather
With them tiny wheels and them shiny thangs
Bad bitch that's into trying things
I'm too hot, call me Johhny Blaze
[Hook]
[Bridge]
And you, hot girl and my hot girl just sittin' by the Bayou
And my hot girl told your hot girl, I got a hot boy that's on fire
She talkin' 'bout that hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy Tunechi
5 Hunnid degrees, nigga 5 hunnid degrees
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy nigga Lil Weezy
From hot boy to fireman, I think I hear someone screaming, hold up
I pull up, Mula baby, yeah, hold up, hold up
[Outro]
Bitch I'm ballin' like a hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy gangsta
That's my OG, always taught me how to use my thinker
Lord, I'm ballin' like a hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy Elvis
That nigga nickname hot, what the fuck that tell you?
Lord, I'm ballin' like a hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy [?]
Uptown OG, been gettin' money before me
Lord, I'm ballin' like a hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, free that Hot Boy Tanto
That's my OG, taught me how to get this guapo, gone
Glory by Lil Wayne
[Verse 1]
Woo, this that shit they didn't want me on
I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, Shimon Shimon
Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma, 'rom'
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lamb, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
Uh, glory, hallelujah, holy shit
I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a jeweler and not computers
I meditate like a Buddhist, holy ramen noodles
And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
You wake up to the chopper, toolies like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm [?], I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory
[Verse 2]
I'm [?], I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
I'm not accuser, your mama cuckoo, I sock it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nike, Pumas
Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long
I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
But all this fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas' soft as teddy bears, time to Marky Mark
I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?
[Verse 3]
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
Your motor mouth keep [?], I'm goin' Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston brewings
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
Lord, oh, Lord, am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
The broads elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
She called the babies, she bought the babies, them orphans maybe
We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm Mormons hades
I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory
[Verse 4]
Uh, glory, hallelujah, holy shit
I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's [?]
My flower's rootless, my pocket's ruthless, she poppin' roofies
I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em
Drunk In Love by Lil Wayne
[Bridge 1: Lil Wayne]
I woke up in that pussy and starting stroking
You woke up and said "Go baby"
She said fuck me hard, don't take it easy on me
Don't do me no favors
No neighbors
Pussy like water, got no smell ain't got no flavor
She treat the tip of my dick like a waitress
She doing tricks on my dick cause I'm a skater
[Verse 1: Christina Milian]
We've been drinkin' and they've been talkin'
But we ain't worried, we just look the other way
It's time to roll up and get it started
It's bout that time I've been feenin' all day
I want you right now
Right in the skate park, riding on your skateboard
You, right now
We drunk in love
I wanna do it all night
We won't stop, got me feeling like Aaliyah when you make my boat rock
Baby be my leader, tell me how you want it papi
How you want it papi? How you want it?
[Hook: Christina Milian] (x2)
We gon' be fuckin' all night
We ain't makin' love
We ain't makin' love
So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
I'ma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Hol' up, throw that, throw that pussy girl
Throw that, throw that pussy
Got you walkin' crooked, lookin' drunk as Uncle Woody
Hol' up, I don't even drink, I just be on that drank
I just be on that dank and wide awake like I ain't
So I'ma wear that ass out all night
You get hard dick all day, pussy always tight
And warmer than The North Face
Ooh talkin' crazy, dick gon' have you walkin' crazy
Round this bitch lookin' handicapped
At least you'll get good parking spaces
Look at things on the bright side
Hit that ass from the right side
I'ma fuck the shit out ya, no more Mr. nice guy
Ooh girl, you gon' get this dick, we don't do romance
She ride the dick so fast, like look ma, no hands
Oh, I'ma pull her hair, I don't care if it ain't her hair
I'ma paint her pussy lips white, white like Dave Chappelle
You gon' suck your finger, after you play with yourself
I'm like fuck all that signing you about to yell
[Hook] (x2)
[Bridge 2: Lil Wayne]
I woke up in that pussy and starting stroking
You woke up and said "Go baby"
She said fuck me rough, don't take it easy on me
Don't do me no favors
No neighbors
Fuck you so hard you turn around like goodness gracious
You ask for this and you know I accommodate ya
She doing tricks on my dick cause I'm a skater
[Verse 3: Christina Milian]
And that purp mixed with that Sprite
My body high and we gettin' [?] with that swisha, hit that lgiht
Boy no speakin', we freakin'
Play around with my boy toy
He slidin' through that half pipe while I'm ridin' on that skate board
Skate board, skate board
Ridin' on that, grindin' grindin' on that
(Hol' up)
He surfin' all that, he surfin' all that hood hood
I'm ridin' on that, twerkin' on that good good
[Hook] (x2)
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
And this that sorry
This that, you won't be sorry
No you won't be sorry
Thank you for your patience
This that sorry 4 the wait 2
You won't be sorry no you won't be sorry
This that sorry 4 the wait 2
And I thank you for your patience, yeah
Hot Nigga by Lil Wayne
[Verse:]
I'm sorry for the wait nigga
I'm tighter than these pussy hoes, I'm chaff, nigga
Pockets full of crumbs, I'm a bread winner
I'm sorry for the wait nigga
I'm aiming at your Beats by Dr. Dre, nigga
I put up some ornaments today, nigga
Cause round here, every day a holiday, nigga
This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
That AK shoot like K do
Had to tell myself, 'Tune just stay tuned'
Swear I got the hardest stroke, my shit break brooms
I been high since 1998, nigga
That's 98 degrees, Nick Lachey, nigga
Hope you know the Feds got Instagram
They liking every photo that you take nigga
I was toting a gun before a switchblade
Cut your head off and put it on display
Boy we find out where you live and then we invade
Boy we do not kill no kids but your bitch dead
Oooh, shawty like the way that you floss out
Till I shoot you in the head, now she grossed out
I'm the boss, you just heard it from the horse mouth
I told a nigga count on me and niggas lost count
This world is only preparation for the next
Money bags under my eyes, money over rest
Tryna get 100 M's out the alphabets
Open up my mouth to smile, oooh treasure chest
Oooh, DJ Stevie J keep the Glock on him
I just bought a new .44 and I'mma proud owner
Belfast and Monroe that was our corner
Fuckin' fast in your ho, oooh Kowa-bunga
Sip some lean, pop a Xan bar
My bougie bitch pussy taste like caviar
Once I fuck a bitch, her pussy is a landmark
I don't know how you like your steak but I'm in rare form
Fuck them bitchass niggas, fuck whoever care for 'em
Momma jumped out a plane, I was airborne
Gold watches, gold chains, watch for Leprechauns
Favorite subject was PE, Pablo Escobar
Kill him when he least expect it at a restaurant
Throw him with the rest of 'em in a reservoir
I'm the renaissance man, peep my repertoire
Excuse my French, but it's menage a trois, au revoir
Oooh, my nina Ross got a bad mouth
Yea, I'm consuming grass like a cash cow
Give a fuck 'bout a police with his badge out
If you ain't got a warrant get up out my damn house
This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
This an all white affair, I brought the yay through
She said Tunechi skate through, and I'mma skate you
I'm aimin' at your grapefruit, blaow, grape juice
Oooh, tell them bitches free dick and blow
Give me head, can't kiss no more
I got free jewelry, car keys, and more
And I just started robbin' like a week ago
Hundred diamonds on my bitch, I don't bling no more
200,000 for a show, you gotta speak to Po
Yeah, got me on my Young Money shit
No Cash Money, just Young Money shit
Woah, got me on my Young Money shit
[Outro:]
My nigga Chaz Ortiz in this bitch with me
Young Mula!
Used To by Lil Wayne
[Intro: RiFF RAFF]
Boys, now listen, we got more motherfuckin' TV screens on the outside the damn tour bus than on that motherfucker. Boys playin' Playstation we come through motherfuckin' hang gliding off motherfuckin' Versace skyscrapers. I don't get it, what more can you ask for?
[Drake]
Yea, sound sound sound
Real 6 side shit
Sickos, ah man
[Verse 1: Drake]
Yea, when you get to where I'm at
You gotta remind 'em where the fuck you at
Every time they talkin' it's behind your back
Gotta learn to line 'em up and then attack
They gone say your name on them airwaves
They gone hit you up right after like it's only rap
Jewels look like I found a motherfuckin' treasure map
And ain't told no one where the fuck it's at
Shout out to the G's from the ends
We don't love no girls from the ends
I'm gone hit 'em with the wham once again
I'mma always end up as a man at the end, dog
It's just apparent every year
Only see the truth when I'm staring in the mirror
Lookin' at myself like there it is there
Yea, like there it is there man, whoop
I ain't tryna chance it
I be with the bands like a nigga went to Jackson State or Grambling
Young Nick Cannon with the snare drum, dancin'
Watch the way I handle it
Bring it to the bedroom, you know that shit is candle lit
She know I'm the man with it, uh
With the bands like I must've went to Clark, went to Hampton
I ain't playin' with it
[Hook: Drake]
I ain't felt the pressure in a little while
It's gonna take some getting used to
Floatin' all through the city with the windows down
Puttin' on like I used to
They never told me when you get the crown
It's gone take some getting used to
New friends all in their old feelings now
They don't love you like they used to man
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
When you get to where the fuck I'm at
You gotta remind 'em about where you been
About all of the money that done came and went
About the two cents I ain't never spent
When they say you're too famous to pack a gat
I gotta remind 'em about where I'm from
Not about where I'm going, about where I've gone
Steppin' on to squish a roach like a steppin' stone
Goin' at a nigga throat like a herringbone
Boy do I smell beef? Mmmm pheromones
Got a fuckin' halo over my devil horns
Trap pumpin' all night like Chevron
Suck a nigga dick for an iPhone 6
Fuck my nigga Terry for a new Blackberry
You can buried for an ounce of Katy Perry
I was only five but still remember the drought in '87
Lord tell 'em bitches I ain't got no time to play games with 'em
I ain't got no time
Tell her that I love her and I hate her in the same sentence
I'm fuckin' her mind
I got, mind control over Deebo
Parmesan my panino
Promethazine over Pinot
And when my blood start shootin' that's B-roll bitch
[Hook: Drake + Lil Wayne]
[Outro: RiFF RAFF]
Let's just let bygones be bygones, okay?
Let's just go ahead and just let bygones be bygones
I pull up lookin' like a damn cyborg, weighin' 224
Oh man, these boys don't even understand
Listen when you see OVO Jodi pull up on the scene with Drake
For goodness sakes, well for goodness sakes
You see this mixtape you listenin' to? This an album
Yea, we could have, we could have sold it to you for 17.99 or 29.99 with the shirt, buy it at the Target
These motherfuckers trippin' so hard I had to look down and double check cause I thought they had their shoes tied together
Motherfuckers got they shoes tied together
What more could you ask for?
Boys harassing me with these questions
How about this?
How about don't ask me know more motherfucking questions, we ain't doing no interview
Preach by Lil Wayne
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
With my first hundred G's bought my mom a house
Bitch don't try to suck my dick if you got cotton mouth
Watch these snitches, man these rats think they Mighty Mouse
In the kitchen, Arm & Hammer, just the right amount
Got the dope spot popping, dope spot jumping
Car parked by itself, robot stunting
And it's voice activated, I just tell it something
I ain't even got to press a button
Viper with the rally stripes, I don't eat no Rally's
I don't eat my words, nigga I don't eat no salad
I got too much on my plate, I got too much on my pallet
Never seen my car before, it's like a unicorn in traffic
Too much fucking talent, rap Shakespeare go Hamlet
You other boys could kiss the game goodbye, be romantic
Please don't worry Nancy, all my weed is organic
If my children end up smoking, I whip they ass if they don't pass it
Hol' up , I just got a package
I let my bitch test it, with flying colors passed it
Burning money fast, like fire on the plastic
You a dead man walking, throw some tires on your casket
They say niggas in wheelchairs are half dead as it is
I still keep the heat on me, attitude cavalier
Boy I think your whole clique's Summer's Eve, Massengill
Minus that seven Vagisil
Uh, and my name don't need no adjectives
And my flow don't need no adlibs
The booth the battlefield
Flag red like I'm Russian, call me Vladimir
Took a picture with the pistol, gave it rabbit ears
These niggas got fast careers, fast as Batmobiles
My bitches got sex appeal, they like sex and pills
For reals, I'm sorry if you hate you
And I'm sorry for the wait too
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Boom, It's my shot like Biloxi
Even my shadow don't trust me
Big dog in this shit like a husky
285, 20 pounds of musty
Stopped by the spot, had to serve Pooh bear
He buy one, I front him one, so I left two there
In a two seater, pull up popping 2Pac
Didn't have a safe, so I stashed it in my tube sock
Eat so much Benihana I need nunchucks
You just a old nigga always saying big bruh
You a bad bitch always saying big daddy
You a real nigga talking 'bout you want a selfie
Uh, a baby bottle with my shit in
And my role model was a kingpin
I say let's work, he say let's work
Let your next work be your best work
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
And it's that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
And I'm so sorry for the wait too
From New Orleans to the A, TRU
You test my homies, we ace you
Tity, these niggas monkeys in ape suits
I got a city, got a ocean, got a lake view
She took some shots, til she shot down a grey goose
This that Sorry for the Wait Deuce
Try Me by Lil Wayne
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay I'ma throw a tantrum on this beat, now who wanna play fetch?
When it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at Payless
Shawty came too many times, left the whole bed wet
[?] I'm the Blood Method Man, Redman
A scared man a dead man, can I get an amen?
You done bought all of them guns and ain't nobody dead yet
Catch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the head rest
Got your bitch on her knees lookin' like she legless
Like I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride for
If I see 'em in the streets, I'ma have to treat 'em like a rival
I'm a pleasure to your eyeballs, I'm so fly, shop at Skymall
Mama never bought me knockoffs, Lord I need some wood to knock on
Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy bears and popcorn
I got somethin' very hot on my hip, I get my hip hop on
And this little red dot gon' help me hit a nigga spot on
Point guard with the bullets, you say Rajon, I say Rajon
Hold up, we them boys, we them wild boys
I hold my pistol sideways when I shoot, that's for style points
Menace to society, menace to myself though
Bend but don't break, my niggas call me elbow
And you don't want no problem, I'ma problem
My AK just keep shootin', it's on autopilot
Tunechi what's your fuckin' problem? I got fuckin' problems
Bad bitch on top of me, she started from the bottom
On that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud pack
You gotta shoot the rat when it gets too big for the mousetrap
Shoot at me and I'ma smile back and then I "Pow" back
Flip you over like a kayak, bitch it's combat
Bitch I'm Tommy gun Tunechi, favorite color ruby
Made enough to quit but I keep makin' up excuses
Triple A dick, that's amazin' and amusin'
I'm sedated and secluded, I'm the greatest and improvin'
Cause my baby mama say I'm livin' wrong
Well if I die then I guess she dead right
Catch me walkin' on this mothafuckin' water, nigga
I catch your pussy ass at a red light
And you gon' hear that blocka, that blocka
I represent my killers like Johnnie Cochran
We kidnap mamas and toddlers
We don't give a fuck if their ass adopted
Brief moment of silence for Chris Wallace
Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they're smilin'
And Weezy still hot as, tamales
My private plane got that wi-fi and that wireless
I'm so sorry for the wait
[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna break the headboard
I'm a fiend for the bread, I want the whole DeJ Loaf
My Chinese chick just want a blunt and some [?]
She a squirter so we don't fuck on my Versace sheets
My whole crew'll skate on you like a hockey team
It's like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey
We Young Money Mafia, I rep what I rep
Try to throw salt on my name and I'll put pep in your step
Put your gloves on, nigga please get you a grip
And I bet you rest in peace when I let this bitch rip
The money runnin' like water, check the cash flow
My weed funky like armpits and asshole
Potato on the nine, when we creep we mash slow
And make sure them kids get everything they ask for
My bitch in London said she's a Mack Mainiac
And her sister love Tune, she a Wayniac
It's like she's two different persons, she be chillin', she be cursin'
Cry a river, squirt a ocean, fuck fast in slow motion
Man I know Soulja proud of me (yah heard me?)
Man I know Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?)
Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late
And I ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait
Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late
And I usually ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait
No Type by Lil Wayne
[Hook]
Cuz I ain't got no type
But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite
Counting dirty money all night, where the wipes?
I like my Swisher Sweets, fat as fuck, with cellulite
My bitch got a wife, got me walking round' feeling like Dolemite
These niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line
There pockets saying vacant, and my shit saying occupied
[Verse 1]
Bad bitch on my team
Bad bitch on my team, just like Katniss Everdeen
Got lipstick everywhere
I got it shaking on this dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick like a electric chair, lord
I got liquor, I got cigarettes
And these pussy ass niggas just got PMS
I don't think you should see him, nor live off per diem
She just took off her clothes, and said you ain't lying
She pretty like the bride of Frankenstein
She kill it like she married to the mob
I can't let one of these hoes let me down, mama
She said don't worry son I help you make one
Cuz these hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades
Don't let it blow up in yo face
Had to buy my dick a barricade
And a mothafuckin' 'K, now
Diamonds in my teeth, I'm eating carrot cake
So hard for me to put on a fake smile
Had to buy my dick a barricade
And a mothafuckin' 'K, now
I got cocaine, I got cigarettes
I don't do neither, except my bitch request
She like bad boys, I'm her crook in the neck
Her suicide note say she love me to death
For her Lewinsky is so critical
And I didn't mean to get political
I watch her, let figure slither
But I don't look into her snake eyes
[Hook]
I ain't got no type
But when I met codeine, there was love at first sprite
I been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes?
I like my swisher sweet, fat as fuck, with cellulite
My bitch got a wife, got me walking around feeling like Dolemite
And these niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line
Their pockets saying vacant, and my shit saying occupied
But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite
I been counting dirty money through the night, where the wipes?
I like my swisher sweet, fat as fuck, that's how you like
My bitch got a wife, got me walking around feeling like Dolemite
And these niggas talking crazy, and they don't get out of line
I'm sorry for the wait, til I drop Tha Carter 5
U Guessed It by Lil Wayne
[Intro]
Nigga, I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait, it's busy
Racing Ferrari with Lil Reginae, that's gangsta
You know I always come in second place
You hating, it's written all over your fuckin'
[Hook]
Bitch you jealous, and I was right
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga don't lie
Tell a fuck nigga, bitch you jealous
I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, bitch you jealous
Now give us our cash and our credit
[Verse 1]
Riding around like Pablo, still talking that blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we going leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than John Wayne
Make him change his name to John Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom bitch
If i'm falling, it's bottom list, if i'm tripping, it's a power trip
Her pearl tongue like the pearly gates
And what said I'll climb the fence
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and what that said
Bitch you jealous, i'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should here like ochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And nigga you sleep with the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle your feathers
But I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get lemon peppered
Got too many pistols, too many issues, too many mistakes
Too many miscues, only made me better, it turned me into
The man I am today, i'm new and i'm improved
I got my shit right, it's just you and a tissue
Suit yourself because this suit is a rental
Now the snow is just coming in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch down like un momento
I rather get screwed than scrutinize
I rather get used by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking it's uber time
I rather be advised than supervised
You do the math, we do the numbers
We pour champagne and expensive wine
In water guns, and shoot each other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, but postures when I get drunk
And my goons is wilder than gunk, my do's is as bad as my don'ts
Met a kind of cute bitch with a donk
As long as the bitch got a donk
And I smell like, pussy, money, and weed
She said "ool I like your cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long
Kill yo wife then take the bitch phone
And text you to please hurry home
And the rain drops just turned into blood
It looks like you just come in from a storm
And if all pussies cover walls, I hope you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't worried about ghost
I married the MOB, we divorced
And all that shit dead with out me of course
It's nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You burnt yourself and was suppose to pass me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in forbes nigga
I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait
It's busy, searching my calender for better days
You either turn the page, or tear the page
Y M Young Money nigga, never age
[Hook]
Admit It by Lil Wayne
[Hook: SNL]
I'm a thick motherfucker, I sip this on his lap
With a hand on his shooter, I lay them niggas back
Got somethin' for them niggas that react
I'm a bad motherfucker, I got this nigga's back
She said I know you ain't had yourself a good thick bitch in a minute
I saw some pictures of you boo'd up, it looks like your starting to like 'em skinny
I said girl, you're a trip
She said "I might be a trip but I ain't trippin'"
She said, "watch these hoes cause they leeches like robbin givens'"
I say no (?)
She was sittin' on my lap and you know a nigga strapped
I know she feeled it
It's crazy outchea, I'm just protecting myself, you know I'm winnin'
She say, "I get it and if anything was to happen to you I be livid"
You ain't gotta be worried 'bout that, I kill a pussy nigga, put his head on exhibit
Cause they think they caught a big fish till his body came up drippin'
I treat her legs like like a grand opening, smile while I cut the ribbon
I took a pill, she took a pill, (?) 20 minutes now we feel it
She said "I know you probably hit this shit a lot but you the shit in my opinion"
I said it never gets old, thought I'd never say never but I did it
She said "Who you kiddin' boy, you like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties"
I admit it, big booty, big titties, I admit it
[Hook: SNL]
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
I like my girls BBW
The type that wanna suck you dry then eat some lunch with you
She bout that foolishness, bout that trouble too
Booty on bubble, titties so fuckable
[Verse 2: SNL]
Okay, I know you ain't had yourself a good thick bitch in a minute
So I flick (?) boy you never liked them skinny
You tell me I'm a trip, well I might be a trip but I ain't trippin'
I'm just sayin' oooh ahhh
Boy this here will keep you warm at night
Feed you good before you catch a flight
Stop actin' like you ain't got no type
Who you kiddin'?
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I admit it, I admit it
But I got these guns on me right now
I got these drugs on me right now
I got the feds on me right now
I got two buyers, want it right now
She took her clothes off and I stopped
Looked at my watch like "fuck it why not?"
Guess I could fuck her once then I'm out
Fucked so many times a nigga lost count, Lord
She said "(?) get a quick fix, hit it quit it
But you know you ain't been with a good thick bitch in a minute"
I said you ain't never learned that I never say never but I did it
She said speakin' of (?) all we need is a witness
Girl you trippin', young nigga still livin'
She said "Who you kiddin' boy, you like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties"
I admit it, I like a thick bitch - big booty, big titties, I admit it
[Hook + Interlude]
No Haters by Lil Wayne
[Verse:]
We catch a body and we laugh about it
I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it
Grindin' is agonizing but it's gratifying
Skinny tires on a salad diet
I lost my mind, I'm like fuck everybody
I lost my mind but I got extra copies
I fuck so long it feel like exercising
I test the lying before testifying
All I got is hitters in my squad
I could get you killed all my niggas want the job
I could get you killed it just take a head nod
I want you dead tonight, that's a real deadline
Zero fucks given, I make her come to the condo butt naked
Cause bitch ain't no stealin'
She still come visit, she don't wanna leave
She compared it to me leaving a witness
I said I get it
I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches
And this AK is not for decoration
Fuck boys give me the heebee-jeebees
I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages
If she can suck a dick or snort a Quelo'
Then ooh baby you got my full attention
Champagne expensive, it taste gooder vintage
Open your nose, I put some sugar in it
I don't fuck around with them fuck arounds
I might fuck around and catch a body
I got some niggas that'll hunt ya down
And catch you slippin' like you playin' hockey
We catch a body, and we laugh about it
I fuck her friend, I don't feel bad about it
Money and drugs, I'm talkin' rocket science
Skinny titans on a saturday
Chopper leave you with a half a body
Make sure he dead before we leave my nigga grab his wallet
I got the hook up on them rocket launchers
I told Obama fuck with me, you know I got it
Slim, you need to fuck with me you know I got it
I know somebody that know somebody
Look, traffic dying, we still trap or dyin'
It's agonizing but it's gratifying
Squad, I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job
I could get you killed it just take a head nod
Want you dead tonight, that's a real deadline
You ain't got no hitters in your squad
I could get you killed, that's my real day job
I'mma crime of passion, I'mma fuckin' hate crime
Spit like I ate bombs
And my ammo 8 Mile
I'm a motherfuckin' man
Scarface, face-mob
Pockets lookin' like the Blob
Chips like Cape Cod
Bust your motherfuckin' egg till I see egg nog
My bougie bitch ratchet, my ratchet bitch a straight snob
Hold up, who know how to read gang signs?
Cause we gone throw 'em up and give 'em hang time
I got white, I got brown, sell it at the same time
That's that James Brown, that's that James Bond
We catch about it and we laugh about it
It's catastrophic but we glamorize it
It's Agonizin', but it's gratifyin'
Skinny Titans on a salad diet
Chopper leave you with a half a body
No hesitation, no stall, like the back I'm crowded
Chopper so big, so tall, it could wrap around me
Triple A, astronomic, anatomic
Tunechi, and it's that sorry for the wait
And I'm so sorry for the wait
Gotti by Lil Wayne
[Intro]
C5, D-Block, LOX
[Verse 1: The LOX]
Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this
Nah two thirds of the worlds most loyalest
I'mma shoot em
I'mma pay the bail I'm sure of this
I'mma kill em I'mma get the witness, teach 'em more of this
We never sing not even on a song where the chorus is
Dig the hole, get the wood box bring the florist in
Tell the pastor tell the family we was just warning them
38's 45's, all type of Taurus'
About to hit the bong pour the holy water in
Celebrating for participating and the slaughtering
Eating steaks at the same spot they killed Paulie in
Frank White's three in the quarter taping your daughter in
Columbia with the connect putting the order in
Nigga act we gonna clap like we the audience
Make sure you ain't down to strap, get rid of all the prints
Do your homework on whoever you go to war against
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I had 20s on my Benz, lend it to all my friends
And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy
And if I need something call Baby, I need something call Baby
And the streets was calling me, but a nigga had call waiting
And yeah we all went through our phases
We all went through our savings
Some niggas stayed on point, some niggas was point shaving
And sometimes we had to be vegetables
That mean we had to stay patient cause they say you are what you eat
I took the star out of starvation, bitch
I come from a Third World, start rapping in the fourth grade
Start trapping in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade
Dropped out a nigga was getting paid
This when Birdman had a fade
This when Hummers didn't come stretch, but Birdman had 'em made,
This when pretty bitches set you up, and niggas didn't give two fucks
You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get and get a new cup
But this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hem'd up
And all them niggas that's biting got they fins cut
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
[Hook]
And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
But this when niggas had pimp cups, and dirty money got rinsed up
And the early birds in the worm hole would get so fat that they'd get stuck
We'd clean our fingerprints up, we'd clean the shit we didn't touch
This when niggas called Diddy Puff
Letting Biggie bump while I'm sitting up in that big body
I can show you a dead body
Lotta niggas got pinched, and the snitches ended up dead lobsters
Wrap the birds in red tape call them bitches Red Robins
Pops had Kilos I needed one key I would've made cops
Free my niggas down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners
I smoke by the pound in like a week, and fuck the Weight Watchers
Got my self a brand new triple-beam, just the weigh options
I stumbled upon a gold mine I thank God that it ain't copper
Some niggas were late bloomers, but boy look how they've blossomed
Don't know niggas that wear wires but I know niggas that go haywire
I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to y'all mailboxes
And dead man can't talk and the Feds don't have séances
Look you put a knot on the end of a condom full of drugs and put it in her pussy
And get through customs cause last time we just took em
I rather be blind before I be the nigga that stand around just lookin'
And you can beat around the bush and find a nigga laying behind them bushes
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"
I know real niggas gon' fuck with this
Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout
[Hook]
[Outro]
C5
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